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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Blackmoor Castle

Date: 28 Aug* (Foredated)

Weather: Overcast, foggy

Time: Early evening
Optime
random wolf thing

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Machidael is by Nat!

The last several days had been spent within the great expanse of this stone building. Verenna had made herself and Machidael comfortable in one of its many vast rooms, and together they slept on a sagging old bed which had actually collapsed on their second night, albeit not due to sleep. Machidael was steadily growing irritated with the tawny woman's presence, but she had at least two redeeming factors. She was rambunctious in bed, and she did disappear for whole days at a time. Machidael did not know where she went and did not particularly care, for her absences provided a respite from her incessant chatter. Even then, the rust-streaked jackal perhaps understood her voice had helped aid his comprehension. The rapid clip of her speech, especially, had been a boon where this was concerned, but Machidael was willing to overlook that helpful quality of Verenna in favor of concentrating on the ways she irritated him. There was much he might grow irritated with in the world, after all. His wounds, though mostly healed, showed plainly. One nipple was disfigured, the other still pierced through. His leg, too, was still stiff and ached awfully if he walked too much. Hence his present location.

At the very least, amongst this great stone building there were wonderful little trinkets. Shuffling in his awkward half-limp around the long halls, Machidael had discovered a wooden chest. Therein, there were many old and disintegrating scraps of paper -- uselessness. But buried beneath all the paper, he'd discovered a hidden latch, and after prying it open, Machidael was delighted to find a collection of shining gold, encrusted with a layer of fine paper dust. Most of it was useless -- the coinage could buy nothing, not that Machidael understood what the shining pieces were for. He cared only for the crown -- it was false gold, of course, not even plated with the real stuff, but Machi did not know the difference. Most of what he wore, anyway, was a gold alloy rather than the real thing, in any case. Setting the thing on his head while he wandered the empty halls, Machi soon made a meal of a pair of rats, though a meager meal it was -- and he'd nearly lost the crown from atop his head in the effort of snaring the second.

The longest room at the center of the castle had a raised part of the floor, and on that part of the floor were two immense, foreboding seats. Their stone was carved into the fantastic shapes of some fantastical creature Machidael did not recognize. He sat himself in the leftmost, leaning a leg rudely over the other chair. Dangling it there, he bounced the leg up and down a few times, glowering toward the end of the hall. He suddenly wanted Verenna back, if only so he could toss her on the floor and have her in the echoing immensity of the great room. Annoyed with the desire for company, he sat up and was about to make for the room where they were squatting with the distinctive echo of footsteps caught his attention. Perking up in his chair, Machidael wondered for a moment if he'd summoned his woman by will of thought alone -- a suitable task for a god, after all -- and stared toward the direction of the noise.

The magnificent creature to burst through the stone archway, however, was decidedly not Verenna. Machidael watched with mounting curiosity as the dark-hued wolf threw himself down the steps, stumbling over a raised stone. Falling flat out on his belly, the canine gave a low groan. His breath was coming in heavy pants, and Machidael realized he'd been running from something. But what?

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[html]ooc: Long, and a good chunk doesn't matter. Trying to get the feel for these creeps again c: wc: 805


Despite being lovers, the two Qi'Vaex brothers behaved exactly that, from time to time: brotherly. And, unfortunately for most around them, they bickered like cats and dogs when it came down to it. Now was one of those times.

We need to be looking for her, Halaki whined as the pair trudged along, kicking their Optimized feet in fall's first leaves. The day was slightly uncomfortable for travel, as they both were born with the thick Arctic coat of their father, but they trundled along regardless; this decision, this dedication to finding the third part of their trio, resulted in great cranikiness from both of them, including the normally level headed Twensu.

I already told you, Hal, he snapped, stopping abruptly to lock eyes with his pale eyed brother. We're going to find her. But nothing's going to be worth anything if we don't know where we are. Stop whining. Zeneca knows how to take care of herself. Twensu's voice softened towards the end of his tirade as he saw the hurt slipping into Halaki's cool eyes. Sorry, he whispered, tugging the larger male into a hug. I'm worried about her too.

Halaki sighed and buried his head in Twensu's shoulders, wrapping his long arms around his brother's leaner form. There was no place where either one of them self safer, though Hal was known to deviate in times of greatest need. There were some things his brother and sister couldn't give him - the excitement of not knowing a lover, for example, and the deep pleasure of something taken against another's will. Something about that excited him, and he could feel himself growing hard against Twensu, who laughed and stepped away. You're insatiable, he laughed, though a groan was mixed somewhere in there. But you love me for it, Hal winked, his trademark devil grin growing wide on his face. Don't you think we should -

Naturally, he was cut off by a crash in the bushes around him, and the Qi'Vaex brothers immediately adopted a defensive stance as they came face to face with a large, extremely handsome, and extremely confused looking male. The stranger's gaze darted from Halaki's face to Twensu's, his mouth gaping comically as he contemplated the brothers. I... you were... what? the stranger stammered, stumbling backwards for a moment before seemingly deciding he could, foolishly, take on the two men. You're... You two, you smell...

Related? Halaki interjected cooly, grey eyes narrowing in on this potential new victim. Like brothers, even? Twensu echoed, voice slightly softer than Halaki's. Yeah, we're brothers, Hal laughed, taking a confident stride towards this stranger. We do everything and everyone together. And you, handsome, are next on our list.

These words, of course, made the stranger turn and run, directly towards the castle that loomed in front of the Qi'Vaex brothers. They hadn't registered much notice of it, but, with a quick glance, decided to take after the good looking victim.

Twensu was quicker, and rapidly pulled ahead of Halaki. The chocolate man did not begrudge his brother the faster speed; he knew that if Twensu got to the stranger, he would easily be able to restrain him until he, the stronger of the two brothers, was able to hold him down. By the time Twensu was finished with him, he would be too exhausted, too hurt, to flee from Halaki's advances. And then Halaki would punish him for not being energetic enough, and then the pair would take their time as they killed him and ripped his heart out.

These fantasies made him even more aroused than he was before. He needed to stop thinking about the prize at the end of the race and actually finish it.

His footsteps echoed loudly in the castle, and he could barely hear the steps of Twensu and the stranger over his belabored breathing. But Halaki wasn't all too much slower than the two of them, and reached the pair only seconds after a loud crash and a shout of triumph - Twensu's - reached his ears. Slowing, the chocolate man decided to meander down the stairs instead of fall, as it appeared his victim - who lay on his stomach with Twensu's foot on his back - had done. You thought running could stop us? Halaki drawled, a Cheshire grin curled around his handsome face. Silly boy, you should have -

For the second time in several minutes, Halaki was interrupted by Twensu - a rare occurance, for the pair, as Twensu was infinitely more soft spoken. But it appeared the more intelligent brother had picked up on a fourth party faster than Halaki, and now stared at him through wary dark blue eyes. Who are you? Twensu spat, rather rudely, at the languishing (and rather handsome, if the horndog were to admit) exotic man.

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Machidael is by me!

Only the red eyes, sunken into a rust-and-coal colored face, moved, appraising the stranger from his perch on high for a moment. His ears had already twitched to catch the noises of another approach, and the song woven by those heartbeats and pounding feet was a song Machidael knew well. The chase was a part of the raid. It was then that a second figure sailed into the room, pinning the fallen wolf -- who had begun to struggle and attempt to rise -- to the stone floor. Machidael appraised this stranger with narrowed eyes, though his gaze shifted to the second form as it entered more casually.

This second was the one that caught Machidael's eye, and it was with envy his crimson eyes roved over the form. Thickly muscled and with legs and arms that seemed thick around as a bole to the comparatively tiny jackal, Machidael could look on this one and feel nothing but intense jealousy/desire, one he was all too familiar with. Yet, if nothing else aside rending a nipple from his body and scarring his legs (okay, so a lot), the fight with the pale coyote had taught him wariness.

Much as the rust-colored hybrid hated to admit such, he was no powerful god here. His strength had, he knew, been with the raiders and under the rule of the elders. He'd known that as far back as his second time living in al-Iskandariyya; it was no new realization. And yet, he was more painfully aware of that, gawking on the tall and well-muscled stranger and his smaller, sleeker friend -- or, brother? Machidael's eyes, already narrowed, stared. The second one did not notice him, but the first had drawn his gaze up toward Machidael.

He stood swiftly, and the crown upon his head slid down over his hair. The locks were a deep, brown-black rather than their usual deep coal, owing to his lack of dye -- but he'd ordered Verenna to procure the necessaries, and expected them to accompany her return. He still had brushed his fur to a shine, though, and the wrap around his waist was expertly tied off as not to slip away -- unless Machi wanted it to, for whatever reason.

The rust-colored jackal opened his mouth to speak, and the restrained wolf chose that moment to bellow a curse and try to throw the weight on his back away. His shouts were something about brothers and fucking, and Machidael stared at the creature with open contempt until the sleeker canine delivered a sharp kick to the man, whereupon the wolf groaned softly and attempted to curl up. He seemed to be shivering, too. Machi grinned broadly, the gold tooth glittering in his mouth, and dipped his head in thanks.

Machidael Sutekh Lykoi, he proclaimed in answer of the question, the first two words rolling from his tongue. The last was more a rasp, evidence of its strangeness on his mother tongue. Prince, he added. It was less an introduction than he'd hoped to make before being interrupted, but at least now he could also express the sentiment lingering on the first canine to interrupt his solitude. He pointed a finger at the coal-furred stranger, still groaning and clutching at the spot he'd been kicked. Good... hunt.

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[html]ooc: omg they're so fucked up wc: xx


Twensu was breathing heavily as his dark eyes roved over the strange man with the crown, and his hackles, strange in this bizarre form, lifted. For some reason he didn't trust the skimpily clad creature; perhaps it was because he and Halaki were raised somewhere completely different, or maybe it was because men with red eyes made his toes curl in a strange way. Regardless, Twensu couldn't help but press down slightly on the body beneath him, causing the stranger to awaken from his brief stupor in a most unpleasant way. A curse bellowed from his mouth, and then he began to shout about Halaki and he. A violent kick followed, and Twensu's gaze flashed away from the stranger and to the man beneath him. Shut up, he hissed, voice laced with malice and the threat of something infinitely more painful if he continued speaking.

Halaki, meanwhile, was briefly uninterested in the curled up victim, and instead moved between Twensu and the stranger. Perhaps it was some sort of warped hero complex from a childhood long taken, but the chocolate man felt the overwhelming need to protect his brother from whatever harm this smaller man might be able to bestow. He'd already lost one sibling - there were no words for how he ached for Zeneca, the truly talented fighter of the three - and he would not let himself lose another. Anyway, he wanted to have fun with this curled up coward of a man. And then he wanted to have fun with Twensu. This stranger posed an immediate danger unless he was every bit as twisted as the brothers.

His wariness, however, dropped with the man - the Prince, he called himself - spoke in a tongue that curled awkwardly around the words that fell from it. Halaki's wide leer returned, and he cocked his head to further examine the slight creature. Halaki Qi'Vaex, the brother introduced, nodding his head politely. He felt no shame in facing this stranger even in this state of arousal; instead, it made the wide grin on his face slightly cockier. And this is my brother, Twensu, he added, jerking his head towards the lighter man. Twensu grunted a greeting, but was rather preoccupied with keeping his foot on the struggling man's throat and chest; the stranger was regaining strength, and he was a thinker, not a fighter. I'd, ah, say it's a pleasure to meet you but... Halaki's voice trailed off suggestively, and the pale grey eyes slipped away from the falsely crowned Prince and to the lithe form of his brother and their prey. While we thank you - and a good hunt it was - as you can see, we have... things to attend to.

They were going to fuck each other! the pinned creature suddenly gasped, having apparently gathered enough air to make a coherent sentence. And they're brothers! Twensu laughed before quickly pressing his large foot against the victim's windpipe again, rapidly leaning down to bring a clawed hand to the stranger's face. He held the muzzle shut for a moment before releasing it and lightly tracing a meandering line against his face, a seemingly tender gesture for a true lover. Oh, I wouldn't talk so loudly if I were you, Twensu said gently, a deceptively sweet smile on his conniving mouth. You'd hate to see how we can punish you. Twen's gaze shifted up to Halaki, who'd taken up residence against a nearby wall and was leaning against it, a casual observer, before he turned his head to Machidael. Obviously, Prince Machidael, we need to teach this man a few lessons. How good certain things feel, for example. D'you mind? His grin was wide and lecherous, though slightly inviting; it would make the hairs raise on any normal wolf.

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Machidael is by me!

Perhaps it was the stranger that had first gotten his attention so -- a lovely specimen of a Luperci, well-fed and perhaps even of a pack (how very daring). It roused his blood to see such a creature in such a state of unrest, but his gaze was quick to shift toward the speaker, who introduced names clanging and harsh to the jackal's ears. He doubted he could pronounce either without butchery, but that was alright, as the wolf's gaze left Machidael and refocused on the pair against the floor. The rust-hued hybrid's gaze followed almost longingly, and Machi tried not to think how long it had been since Sebante. They were wolves, he saw that plainly enough -- but they were men, and all three lovely in his own way -- and two of them in magnificent full arousal.

He was still thinking of how to respond, and whether to do so -- perhaps it was safer to just walk away -- and had just thought of how to respond, and was in the process of speaking the first such word... when the prone man exploded in another wailing exclamation. Irritation crossed the rust-colored hybrid's face, and he growled low and guttural in the back of his throat, though it faded into a higher note and then disappeared altogether as the slimmer of the wolves touched the prey in a way that made Machi ache all over. He was staring openly. He, too, wanted the prestige of dominating and mounting such a creature as the well-fed southerly wolf. But the struggling man was not his prey, and he saw plainly enough his disadvantage with the two siblings.

He jerked a little as the larger wolf with the bole arms and legs spoke. Only the faint smear of grayish dye was still apparent beneath them, giving Machi a frightfully hollow look. His fur did raise on the invitation provided by Halaki -- Ki, in Machi's mind, for this was the simplest syllable for him to pronounce. Yet it was not aggression evoking such a response, but the discomforting pressure against the wrap around his waist. He stepped down from the raised part of the floor and approached warily. As he did so, with a flick of his wrist, the jackal tossed the crown aside. It clattered against the floor, and Machi stopped, still a distance away from the pair thanks to the length of the room.

Fuck prey, ah? he said, too desirous to grin. A small ghost of it lingered on his lips, displaying the golden tip of one tooth. I help, he suggested, almost coyly, lifting one arm above and behind his head while the other traced along his abdomen. While small, the rust-colored jackal was graced with an athletic figure, which he honed however possible. Some of the best exercise, he'd found, and the most enjoyable, was the sort where he had to fight for his will to triumph over that of a prey animal's. While the wolf looked cowardly, curled on the floor and moaning in wordless terror at Twensu's caress and stroke, he might well begin to fight at any time. Small, he agreed. Fun for small take big. Just as quickly, though, he spoke again. Or I see, just see, he added, stepping back and sticking both hands up in the air. That much, at least, he hoped was not quite so much to ask -- his higher hope, however, was the one stirring his arousal.

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[html]ooc: Sorry for the delay, love. Life just isn't conducive to quick replies anymore. Sad Feel free to PP Twensu finishing up if you'd like and then have Machi jump in? If you want?


The scent of fear was thick in the air, and Halaki could feel himself growing increasingly aroused. The stranger's palpable terror gave him power, and the chocolate man unashamedly lusted for it; he knew Twensu did as well. Light eyes could not help but drift away from Machidael and back to his victim as his bushy tail twitched in eager anticipation; he wanted to touch, tear, and generally ruin this man until fear ran as freely as air in this strange, abandoned castle. A nearly tender smile was curled around his lips, and it made a mockery of the emotion as the brawny creature stepped quietly towards his victim. I'll watch, he murmured, low voice soft but easily audible for all in the room. You go first, Twensu, and then the Prince here - Halaki jerked his head in the direction of the stranger - may have his turn with our friend... What is your name?

The pinned stranger spat at Halaki and received a harsh bite on the shoulder for his indiscretion from the smaller Qi'Vaex brother. Treat him with respect, Twensu hissed, cobalt eyes narrowed and anger clearly visible on his face. Tell him your name. But the stranger would not speak, and so Twensu lunged to bhite again; this time, however, his teeth were poised delicately over the jugular and stopped just before they made contact. Your name? Halaki asked idily. I'm sure we'd all love to know. Blake, the stranger spat. My name is Blake.

It was not in the Qi'Vaex genetics to be generous, however, and Twensu - rather easily - forced him onto his belly for his service. Now, just relax. he whispered in a syrupy tone, matching his brother's mockery. It'll make this so much easier for the both of us. And, still pinning the struggling man down, Twensu found his way to the point he so desperately sought and plunged himself in, a deep groan of pleasure mingling with the agonized screams from the victim who'd done nothing besides stumble upon three men he shouldn't have.

I love the power, don't you? Halaki casually asked, tilting his head towards Machidael (though he never fully removed his eyes from the laboring form of his sinewy brother). It is such a.... rush. The last word was spoken gently, with almost a tender caress.

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-- It's all good bro. I like roleplaying with you so you have to deal with me. 8D NYAHHH. Also ALL MY MENS ARE GETTING POSTS TODAY WAT. Andddd I am creeping myself out with this post. Yup.


Machidael is by me!

Machidael could have clapped his hands and done a prancing little dance of glee, but he held himself together in the presence of these strangers. Verenna was, in addition to teaching him better English, also teaching him how to restrain himself -- and marvelously so. His eagerness to beget her with child was, perhaps, the only reason he bothered with restraint, but it was a start, at least. He had been receptive to these teachings from the raider group at first, but even then, upon discovering the lack of consequence for his actions, Machidael had been quick to push and shove against law and tradition both.

In such a situation as this, however, he recognized he, too, might easily be overpowered by the males -- and so he would be subordinate to them. As such, he even went so far as to dip his head and grin his wordless thanks, gold tooth gleaming in his mouth. His big ears twitched and moved with the words from each, though his face did not change or seem to recognize any of the words. Machidael was utterly engrossed by the scene before him, watching the teeth close around the man's throat. He made a murmuring half-growl sound of approving pleasure, shifting the cloth about his waist. He glanced from the pair of copulating -- well, that wasn't true; only one was copulating, the other was being copulated with, he supposed -- males and to the other, clearly aroused. It was a lucky thing, for the muscular canid spoke.

Machi's keen jackal ears perked at the word -- it was one he recognized, and the hybrid affirmed with a vigorous single nod of his head that the power was what he liked best. Take thing. Own, he said, savoring the word. His mind was still focused on the constricting clothing around his waist. Studying the pair on the floor again -- now, Twensu was thrusting more vigorously, and the wolf's screams had faded into choking sobs -- Machidael decided his nudity was nothing to fret over. His shoulders would have twitched in a shrug if more accustomed to the gesture; instead, the rust-hued hybrid undid the bauble holding it all together and threw the thing to the side. It crumpled into a pile. Freed, his manhood was able to spring up to full attention, already eager for its turn.

With a groaning grunt, the brother occupying the prey's nethers finished, and Machidael could have pranced, for his turn had arrived. Twensu disengaged himself, and Machidael did give a little prance, then -- it was little more than a shifting of weight from one foot to the other, but he gave a shiver of the delight, too, at the noise their disconnection made. Blake -- Machidael remembered his name now -- was momentarily freed by Twensu's detachment, though he did not realize it for a moment. It was only as Machidael practically slithered over him, sliding a hand down a well-muscled back and over the curve of his buttocks, that the wolf seemed to realize he wasn't being held down.

Scrabbling with all four legs, he made a mad dash for his footing -- and lost miserably as Machidael kicked a leg out from under him and sent his head smashing into the stone floor. There was a cracking, shattering sound -- Machi saw a tooth fly off and skitter against the floor. When he knotted his hands into poor, dazed Blake's mane and lifted his head from the floor, there was a splatter of blood left behind, and more draining from his nose and mouth. Uh, Machi said, his approximation of an "uh oh" or "oops." Broke face, he said, almost apologetically, and glanced at Twensu and Halaki with a smile that was almost cloyingly sweet. Is okay, he added, swiping a hand across the blooded cheek. The force of the blow seemed to have knocked the wits right out of the lovely wolf -- but he was coming around, too.

Especially as Machidael leaned down over him, and without any ceremony whatsoever, inserted himself into the unsuspecting wolf. That brought him around rather quickly, and the fight was back on again. There was nothing for it, however -- all his bucking and struggling was for naught. Machidael had his legs locked around Blake's own, preventing his gaining leverage. His hand, too, was still knotted into the man's hair, yanking him back with surprising strength. He dragged and pulled until the wolf was half-reared, his back painfully arched upward. There was more flair and show than he might normally have used -- his aim was his pleasure alone, under usual circumstances. But he had an audience today, and he musn't disappoint.

The hybrid's free hand roamed around to the wolf's chest -- it was slick and red with blood. Machi ran his fingers over it even as the addle-brained wolf shook and quavered beneath his touch. Slipping his blood-soaked fingers southward, he groped and touched at the wolf's manhood until it stiffened -- despite all of Blake's presumed mental protesting. Machi could have cackled, but instead only thrust harder, golden tooth gleaming in his mouth. Look! Blake like! Machi did cackle, then, and Blake's voice returned to him all of a sudden, and he screamed. It echoed through the cavernous hall and perhaps throughout the rest of the castle entirely.

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