[MaMa] Center of the Storm
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It had taken time, but the Sunders family was taking root in the land. Finding the right mate had been difficult, but the one she had finally claimed as her own was perfect. Just thinking about him brought a smile to her features, thinking about all the things they did together. She loved being with him, hunting, being held, satisfying her endless desire for his body. The pups that he'd granted her were strong as well, growing rapidly. Their dark features was more similar to that of her father than herself or her mate, but the mixed colors couldn't be mistaken.

Moving through the stone home Amy checked the various places. It had become a fortress instead of a simple place to stay, changing to adapt to the dark family's needs. It was off from where they actually worked, a place to relax from those that would hunt them. There would always be those, even with their influence spreading. Her brown eyes gleamed as she stepped into her mate's room, seeking Itzal's strong form. She wanted to be with him, to share in the delight of the power that wrapped around them both.
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Itzal hadn't been sure at first when he had meant Amy but she had eventually stolen his heart. He had given her pups that they had both come to love. They were strong, and showed promise. And even afterwards, her body still made him hungry for more. Itzal enjoyed the times when they were together as a family. And he still enjoyed the times when it was just him and Amy, laying together.

Almost as if Amy could hear his thoughts, he heard her feet on the stone floor as she approached his room. Itzal was happy with their home. It was one of the places he could let down his guard and now worry about having a knife in his back. Itzal had made enemies in his line of work. Killing people for others would often do that. But no one would come after him and his family here. It would be a suicide mission to try and kill the black male here.

Itzal looked at Amy as she walked into the room. Itzal's eyes took her in and he smiled, a strong smug smile. He was laying on a stone bed covered in various furs. He opened up his arms to Amy, inviting her to lay with him and enjoy their growing kingdom. Their home was like a stone castle, and the two of them the king and queen.

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Her eyes ran over his form, taking in the scars that danced over thick muscles. He was handsome, and so very desirable. His form was almost perfect. She wouldn't wish for his body to be less scarred, believing that it was proof of his strength. The smug smile on his face and the dominant way that he laid claim to everything that he surveyed sent a shiver of pleasure through her frame. Her own lips curled into a smile, tail swaying as she began to walk across, hips swaying forwards.

Reaching his side she settled right in, feeling her body curve perfectly against his own. It was warm there. Turning she could see out the window, the vast desolation of the land they lived in. No one would want to come here, not with the land as scarred as it was. Perfect for the isolation she needed. It's perfect. Amy's desires would never be perfectly filled and ended, but they were on an upwards movement, content for now with everything settled in. Licking softly at Itzal's chin she smiled, eyes cold.
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OOC: Sorry I'm replying so slowly, I have a friend over who is distracting me. Normally I reply within thirty minutes.

Itzal watched her as she made her way to him. He loved the way that she came to him with her head held high, as if she knew that she was the only female who was worthy of him. Her bangs hung in front of her face in a delicate way that Itzal loved. When she finally arrived at his side he pulled her too him and felt her form against his. It was true that they fit together perfectly. Even Eztli, who loved and cared for no one, respected Amy in a way. He would never kill her, believing that she was almost his equal when it came to kill and torturing others. Eztli had never shown himself to Amy, but she knew about him.

Itzal smiled at Amy as she licked him. He looked at her, his eyes hard where hers were cold. Itzal licked the top of her head and nipped one of her ears. "What are you thinking about?" He said in a deep voice. He kept his voice to a whisper but he was talking in her ear so he didn't have to talk loud. He wrapped his arms around her waist and enjoyed her presence. It wasn't often since the pups were born that the two got moments like this. He wondered for a second what the pups were up too but he was sure that his wife knew.
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The affection they showed for each other was rough and genuine, both loving nestling into each other and holding each other close. His tongue grazed over her head, a soft pressure that brought a pleased rumble from her. Her ears flicked at his nip, shifting so they weren't so easy to pull at. It was a nice feeling, tugged at playfully. The feel of his breath against her skin was amazing, doing her best to not sigh like a child in ecstasy and melt away under his touch.

The pleasant rumble of his voice came forwards, quiet enough that no one else would be able to hear what they discussed. I'm thinking that my dreams are coming true. Her own voice was light, almost purring as it came out, rapturous in tone. I have a powerful mate, pups who will carry on the family name, and influence that's finding it's way into every pack. Just the thought of it sent her snuggling closer to him, tail beating happily at the thought. His other half, the deadly one, amused Amy when she heard tales of what he did, though Itzal was the one who kept her heart locked up.
#6
Itzal couldn't have asked for more himself. He had a beautiful, independent mate who loved him. He had pups who would one day grow up to carry on their legacy, and he was free to do his job as he wished. When a pack needed someone taken care of, they knew to come to him. Itzal glanced over at their bedroom wall where his armory of weapons were. Some of them were Amy's and some of them they share, like the throwing knives. The fact that she was as skilled in throwing knives as he was had impressed him. He liked it when she impressed him.

"Those are some good dreams to have. He said, after taking a second to enjoy the sound of her voice. The way she spoke when they were together, as if he was making her purr, drove him crazy. And the thought of their influence spreading made him shiver as well. The two of them could have anything they wanted. And they wanted a lot. "I'll make all of your dreams come true." He said with a possessive growl. She was his and he would make sure she was happy with their position in life. "How are the pups? He asked, nuzzling the back of her neck. He wanted to make sure they were behaving. They knew to respect their mother he hoped because he wouldn't accept any disrespect to her.
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She knew that he shared her dreams. That was part of why they were together. Languidly she traced a claw over his arm, just ever so slightly pricking at the flesh there without hurting him. She would make sure to never do that. Yes, they both fought, sometimes in play and sometimes when one went too far and lost control of their inner demon. In moments like this though, he had nothing to fear from her, just her smooth delight at being able to trace over his frame and feel the strength that was underneath.

His deep growl pleased her, every bit as possessive over her as she was of him. If he cheated, there would be no forgiveness. Amy didn't expect any forgiveness if she ever turned from him either. Not that she had any desire to. Of course. Her own growl was throaty, turning to kiss at his body. The feel of him nuzzling against her just encouraged her to move further. Asked what the pups were up to Amy paused. They found someone new to toy with. I believe they're breaking her in out past the woods. It wasn't much of a woods really, as charred as it was. She still called it that.
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Itzal could feel her tracing the flesh on his arm, and he liked it. She was the only one who could touch his flesh like that. Anyone else would soon find themselves without an arm. Itzal and Amy didn't fight often, though he did enjoy rough housing with her. When they really did fight, he didn't think either truly tried to kill the other like they could. They were more controlled than that most of the time. Itzal ran a paw down her back, feeling the curve of her back. She had a curve and figure that made others jealous but she also had muscle under all of the beauty that she knew how to use. Itzal didn't want a mate who constantly needed him to protect her. He wanted a mate who could protect herself but at times let him protect her when he needed her too. He found that kind of mate in Amy.

The growl that sounded from her to match his own made him shiver. When she turned to kiss him, he returned her kisses. When she stopped to explain what their pups were doing, he kept kissing her. He only stopped to chuckle for a second, "Good, they need to entertain themselves. He said, then went back to kissing along her neck and pulling her against him.

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His hand ran down her back, Amy doing her best to not feel disgust about the marring scars that were there. A record of the fights that she'd made. One from when she'd been a stupid youth, just learning how to be an assassin from a botched job. She had made her kill, but she'd almost died in the process. The other two were from a sword fight, a matching set that was nowhere near as horrific as the first, more shallow but just as ugly in her mind. She hated that they were there, marring her perfect fur. His touch was delicious though, wiping such thoughts away.

Kisses continued to trail against her, Itzal only pausing long enough to digest what she said with a laugh. Amy leaned against his warmth, kissing him back just as fervently. She couldn't get too involved. She did have a meeting that she had to attend later. If she didn't show up they might just try to steal from her, and being forced to kill such good resources would be terrible. And what about us? Sliding closer Amy nipped at his neck. Do we get to entertain ourselves? There was one reason, and one reason only why they owned separate rooms, and that was to make sure that they could actually get sleep instead of just playing with each other all the time.
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The fact that she hated her scars was no secret to him. But Itzal thought otherwise, he loved her scars just like she loved his. They showed that she was a fighter and a survivor. Itzal wanted to show her how beautiful the scars made her but she never listened. So instead he just marveled at them. They both had their battle scars and he liked that.

He knew about her meeting and kept that in mind as the two exchanged kisses. He knew that they couldn't do all that they wanted to right now but that didn't mean they couldn't touch. Itzal trembled under her as she nipped his neck and pressed herself closer to him. She was the only female he had meant who could make him tremble like that just from being this close to him. "Yes, we do. But only when we have the time too." He said, as he playfully tugged at one of her ears again. Itzal knew the reason behind the separate rooms. He didn't like that she wasn't always there when he woke up in the middle of the night but he knew that it wouldn't work any other way. The two never got enough sleep when they were in the same bed together at night.

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There was want in him. She could see it in his eyes, in the way that he held himself back to keep from losing control. Amy loved getting lost in him, tangling together as if there was no tomorrow. Time didn't exist then. The fact that she was the one he desired, believing that no other female could evoke such emotion from him, stroked her ego. She loved being the one to drive him to the edge like this, not quite able to indulge themselves but going as far as they could.

Shaking her head Amy sighed. It was true. She could blow off the meeting and stay here, but there would be consequences. Life wasn't yet perfect, to the point where time would wait for her when she wished it to. Perhaps someday she'd find a way to make that wish come true. Well, I do have some time. Straightening up Amy looked over the weapons above them. She was wearing clothes, a top that revealed perhaps a touch too much and shorts that revealed long well shaped legs. So perhaps they could make a game of it. She'd have to get changed into something more suitable before she went to the meeting anyways. Care for a contest?
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Itzal enjoyed their play though it drove him crazy when they couldn't finish their play. So a game sounded appealing to Itzal. He looked at her with a curious expression. Itzal was wearing his usually dark blue jeans with their tears and holes. He wore no shirt while he was home, though he had a few for when he went out. Since he had become mated to Amy he had decided that no other person was allowed to see him undressed in any way. Only Amy held that pleasure.

Itzal wondered what she meant, "What did you have in mind?" He asked, following her gaze to the weapons. He smirked, knowing he would like whatever it was she was talking about. Itzal loved playing with his weapons, and it was even better to play with Amy and his weapons. Itzal sat up, pulling her up with him as he kissed her neck once more and grinned at Amy.

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Dark curiosity glinted in his eyes as she moved. He loved dangerous games as much as she did. True, they wouldn't really be in any danger for this short contest, but it would still be plenty of fun going back and forth. His eyes flicked over to the various weapons. Knives were by far her favorite, though she had good proficiency with swords and bows as well. Just not to the extent that she had with her most commonly used tools. There was so much one could do with a knife, and it always was personal, touching someone's flesh with one.

Amy resisted wrapping herself around his frame as he straightened, a loving kiss pressing into her neck. Her tail wagged slowly, thinking through the details. Well, we don't really need these clothes, do we? They seem to get in the way so often. It would be a shame if one of the weapons accidentally sliced through them. Grinning she winked down at him. A simple game. Sparring, the objective to not touch the other, but to carefully cut their clothes away without harm.
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Itzal caught on quickly to what Amy was implying. He smiled, looking over the weapons. Much like Amy he preferred knives to the blades and bows. But he could use them all. He had to be able to, in his line of work. It was rare but sometimes people requested that someone die a certain way and Itzal had to be ready to fulfill their request. But his Sultan Knives and his dagger were still his first pick. Itzal laid his chin on top of her head and smiled, "Oh yes, very much a shame. We will just have to be extra careful. He said, then took his arm from around her waist.
"Well, let's play my love. He said as he rose from the bed and walked over to the wall of weaponry. Itzal glanced over his shoulder at Amy as she moved to join him. He grinned at her as he picked out his sultan knives. He used both of them together, like he always had. He went and leaned against the wall while he waited for her to choice her weapon.
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Amy snuggled under his chin, chuckling at his words. This would be lots of fun. It always was with him. She didn't even hold back, just enough to make sure that when they did strike each other she wouldn't end up dead, and neither would he. This game would require a lot more finesse than other fights, of course. Most of the time it was as simple as trying to strike the other without using full force. The goal of simply cutting the clothes off would require near perfect control.

Slipping over to the weapons Amy looked them over, humming softly as she examined each one. A short sword was pulled off and fitted around her hips before two beautiful glistening daggers were pulled off, etchings along the blades. That didn't make them any less sharp, the workmanship masterful. Testing the balance Amy turned, slipping them into their sheaths strapped to her forearms. Walking up Amy smiled softly. Shall we begin? Just finishing her sentence Amy flipped her dagger, moving to make the first cut into his jeans.
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The cut that followed her words was expected He knew his love well enough to know that she got straight to business with games like these. And so did he. He dodged her cut and tried to circle to her side, it was a basic fighting move, but sometimes expert fighter like Amy and himself often fell for the basics. He lashed out with one Sultan knife already hooked into his fist, the other he was slipping through his fingers. He was aiming for the strap of her shirt on her shoulder.

Itzal enjoyed this test of control. This kind of game show how above other savages the two were. Where as most people would play a game and try and hit each other, the goal of this game was to go for the clothes, not the people. Only those with near perfect control and aim could do such a thing. But Amy and Itzal were two of the best. Which is what made this little contest so interesting.
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Her stealth didn't work. She'd hoped that the movement would be too swift, catching him off guard. Unfortunately they knew each other's rhythms far too well. While it would have worked on another, he had been expecting it. Her blade struck against thin air as he twisted, circling off to try and slice through the tiny strap of her shirt. Baring her teeth Amy got out of the way, spinning back to gain more distance between them. A fight up close was only beneficial to someone who knew they outclassed the other.

Drawing her short sword Amy let her eyes draw over his body, taking in the strength of his frame, admiring every inch. The jeans were in the way, but of course they wouldn't be there for long. Switching weapons Amy winked, beckoning for him to come forwards. She was going to see him without the jeans, and without weapons very soon. Amy wouldn't be giving up so easily. True, she had more clothing on, but the shirt was made of much softer fabric than his jeans, and would take very little effort to remove. She had to keep focused.
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A slight frown creased Itzal's eyebrows as she drew her short sword. Itzal knew that when it came to knives and daggers, his superior height and reach gave him an advantage. But when you added in the length of the short sword to her own arm, Itzal's advantage was taken away. He would either have to be very careful, or circle around her to the weapons rack and draw a different weapon. But Itzal did let a smile touch his face as he noticed her cut strap. At least he had mad some damage. Itzal took the time to let his eyes roam over her, much like hers were doing to him. Itzal planned on taking that shirt off of her soon, then the shorts would follow. And then he would be able to see as much of her as he wanted.

Itzal flashed a grin at Amy as she winked at him. She knew that the short sword eliminated his reach advantage and if anything, left him at a disadvantage. The Sultan knives weren't meant for reaching, they were meant to go around a fighters hand and be incorporated into a up close fight where fist and knives would be used. Itzal took a step forward, putting himself just within reach of her sword. He had to make her circle around in order to a new weapon or he knew the fight would quickly shift in her favor. And Itzal did not intend on losing.
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He stepped forwards, placing himself purposely in the range of her weapons. Amy would have happily taken advantage of such a thing had she not noticed the thoughtful look on his features earlier. He wasn't giving up. Carefully Amy shifted herself, hoping that he wouldn't slip past. The sword gave her a better reach, it was true, but if he managed to twist himself inside her range he would have the freedom to strike, while Amy would be struggling to change up to keep up with him.

Her outward features were calm, thankfully. Amy looked him over, and spotted a frayed spot on his jeans. Grinning she lunged forwards for the weak point, planning on slicing up to remove it from his frame. It was risky, as it put her ever so slightly off balance. Amy trusted that she could recover before anything happened, but in that instance he could come in and do as he pleased, cutting her loose. Eyes on him Amy sliced, trusting her skill to guide her blade as she watched for the threat he was sure to provide.
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Itzal saw the lung and his eyes quickly saw what was going to happen. His mind didn't miss a beat and he knew that there was no way he could dodge her cut towards his jeans. Even if he moved to the side she would still catch some part of his jeans and if he moved back she would just follow. So Itzal decided to make a strategic sacrifice. He stepped in, knowing that she would achieve the cut on his jeans, and he aimed his knife for the other strap on her shirt, intending to catch it and then twist the knife and cut down the shirt while keeping the blade away from her skin. He trusted that his aim was true enough but he hoped the cut was worth losing one side of his jeans to Amy's short sword.

He felt Amy's sword cut the frame of his jeans on the weak spot. As Itzal drew his knife back, unable to see if he had been successful, he stepped into her, with his shoulder, hoping to make her stumble in her awkward position. He wasn't sure if he had succeeded in making her stumble but he was able to pass by her and reach the weapons, where he quickly hooked the sultan knives on his belt loops and grabbed his dagger and Katana. He slipped his dagger into the sheath on his ankle and drew the Katana, tossing the sheath to the side and spinning to face her with a grin on his face. He had evened the playing field some what. The Katana gave him better reach, but required twice the control the knives did. It seemed like this game was slowly getting harder for both of them.


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