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Hissing fauna, are you the Destroyer? Thana - Crevan - 09-25-2017 forget all the names we used to know @[Thana] I wrote you a novel? <3 RE: Hissing fauna, are you the Destroyer? Thana - Thana - 10-11-2017 THANA. (as black as your soul) ”Settle yourself,” she croons from deep within the dimly lit woodland, as her voice echoes off of the cluster of hickory and beech, while her pitchless black of her shoulder presses itself indolently against the starkness of the pale wood. ”I mean you no harm.” Yet. Nothing is promised with her. The indigo is no longer – when she is a wolf, she is blanketed only in darkness, with only a tuft of ivory along the crown of her head and the soulless, colorless iris of one eye to pair with the familiar, dismal gray of the other to give her away. Her body is lithe, agile, but she is carved of muscle and bone, same as he – her teeth gleaming in the shadow as her long and languid legs carry her with ease, unsheathing her silhouette from the obscurity of the forest. Her broad, flexing claws grip softly at the fertile soil beneath her weight – sifting the filth and grime, feeling it entangle with the soft tufts of hair between each soft, rounded toe – so unlike the blunt pedestal that her hooves held her sinewy, feminine bone structure on when she assumed the form of her brethren. It soothed her to be within the carnivorous physique birthed to her by happenstance. It felt as natural and as whole as anything ever had for her – she felt closer to the blistering sun, to the wayward moon – her teeth and talons capable of ripping into flesh she could only dream of maiming with her blunt teeth and rounded hooves. She wondered if he knew the same satisfaction she had come to know, tasting blood, knowing death as she did. She yearned to know. She moves closer, effortlessly – the gentle breeze weaving through her thick, bristling fur as she encircles him, observing him – each limb accounted for; his eye socket mended and his lesions restored. ”Perfection,” she nearly murmurs across the length of his left ear, a wry smile rising to her dark mouth as it twitches from the warmth of her breath. ”you look as if you were never hurt at all. That is quite a gift, Crevan,” she utters softly, her gaze boring into his own as her plush tail is lifted, swaying to and fro as her own ears perk with intrigue. ”what else can you do?” RE: Hissing fauna, are you the Destroyer? Thana - Crevan - 10-17-2017 forget all the names we used to know OOC: pErMIssOn GrANtEd to do whatever you like RE: Hissing fauna, are you the Destroyer? Thana - Thana - 10-17-2017 THANA. (as black as your soul) ”You flatter yourself,” she says with a trill of wry laughter, a wickedness lingering within her darkening gaze – a gleam of mischief in the dreary gray of one, while the colorless abyss of the other stares blankly. ”do not mistake your arrogance for ability. I have shed carcasses of their skin, gouged the eyes of those who are not deserving, and I doubt you could end my life, even if you tried with all of your might.” She is quiet, for a moment, as her dark fur bristles from the sheer proximity of his body to her own – she does not remain still, encircling him as he had begun to do so with her; a dance of dominance. Sheer instinct that rises like a bitter bile within the confinement of her throat, while her pulse hums vibrantly within her veins. Her tail, lush and luxurious, does not sway to and fro – it is still, rigid and aligned with the faint slope of her spine, while her teeth are bared with an insidious smile and gleaming beneath the pale light peeking through the dense canopy of hickory and pine. She does not shy away from his display – rather, she is intrigued, drawn closer to him without a shred of trepidation. Her heart has begun a steady but forceful rhythm against the enclosure of her ribcage, and he is certain that she can feel the energy coursing through the length of her body, that he can sense her enthrallment. Her dark lips brush across the nape of his neck, lipping the thickness of his tawny fur and inhaling the scent of bellwort and anemones entangled close to his skin. The temptation to draw him close with her teeth, to grasp his delicate skin between her parted mouth is almost too much for her to stand, but she is drawn in by his feigned indifference. The coy game being played, and when he has made mention of intimacy shared with their King, she can hardly withhold the warm breath of laughter from sinking into the breadth of his neckline. ”I can practically taste your purity. I would be willing to share, and so would he. Should you know the pleasure that accompanies sins of the flesh, perhaps then, you might understand ..” She croons, her shoulder aligned with his own, pressing firmly against him to instinctually bend him to her will. ”.. but there is so much more than sexual gratification, Crevan, and there is so much more to me than a pretty face.” Slowly, the ground has begun to hum with unnatural energy, as boulders, decaying, brittle tree limbs, and deceased carcasses lift away from the soft and fertile soil, thrumming violently in the air – hovering around him, encircling their encounter while the tall and towering maple and pine quiver and shake, threatening to be uprooted with a mere, fleeting thought. All the while, her gaze bores into his own, with an intensity that is wholly striking and fierce, while her ears are pinned and her teeth are bared once again - snapping to grip the flesh of his neck between her teeth, while her powerful paws lunge to force him downward, to pin him into place beneath her weight. ”I could be your greatest ally, or your worst nightmare. Pick your poison.” @[Crevan] RE: Hissing fauna, are you the Destroyer? Thana - Crevan - 10-17-2017 forget all the names we used to know RE: Hissing fauna, are you the Destroyer? Thana - Thana - 10-17-2017 THANA. (as black as your soul) She, lacking emotion, lacking empathy, would sooner spill his sordid, vile blood onto the woodland floor, if it were not for the potential held within the dangerous gleam of his eye. She cannot be so easily manipulated, nor drawn to impulsive reaction – her heart is a callous and shriveled thing, beating roughly within her chest with the sheer adrenaline of his presence, of the challenge that lay before her – prone and waiting. She does not bristle with resistance, nor with assertion – she merely yearns to feel his bones shift beneath her weight; feel his pulse quicken while her teeth thrum the delicate vocal cords deep within his gasping throat. There is only one with the capability of seeping beneath her skin, sending it crawling, roiling in discomfort, and even he -- the keeper of whatever blackened part of her he had taken, that she had given -- would not be untouchable to her, should he betray her. She had tasted his blood beneath her wanton tongue before – she would shed it again, if the sharpened blade of his treachery were to plunge in between her rigid rib cage, twisted and taut. Yet, she is unwavering. Devoted. Steadfast and true – as he is to her. She does not doubt that Gryffen, too, would end her, if she disappointed him – if she no longer sought his affection, his praise and his satisfaction. Their relationship was nothing if not a tangled web of complexity – she could destroy him, and he could destroy her, and though neither speak such truth aloud, there is a gentle undertone in each possessive, fervent kiss – in every intimidate moment. She hungered for his intensity, and he craved her loyalty. She cannot keep the twisted, mischievous smile from spreading over thin, dark lipss, while his flesh lay supple within her mouth, while a deep hackle emerges from the hearth of her chest. He is not one to lie down without a fight, and a coo of delight reverberates against the warmth of his skin, where the soft tuft of fur caught between her powerful jaws tickles the top of her ridged mouth. Her weight pressed onto his own body does have a disadvantage – he can hurl his weight away from her own, rolling onto his back while long, spread claws lunge out to rake against her tender underbelly, but she is not foolish enough to maintain her resilient grasp onto his neck to permit him to draw her on top of him to make her lose her balance. His hind leg does rake hard, elongated claws against her rib cage, rousing a snarl of disdain from her open maw as blood is undoubtedly drawn along her torso, while her teeth are bared and gnashing ravenously at his neck – no longer at the nape, but at the very raw, vulnerable surface of his throat. All the while, her wicked smile remains, while a large paw lunges to press onto his larynx, to suffocate him and render him useless beneath her. He is impervious to her gnashing teeth, to her angry claws, but is he so untouchable, should she crush his windpipe? All around them, the woodland thrums still, while the boulders, branches and bones vibrate in the stagnant air of evenfall, spinning faster and faster around them. ”Do you like that, Crevan? Do you like calling me mother? I could be your mama,” she croons as her teeth rake along his ear, intoxicated by the scent of his tension and elation both. ”all you have to do is ask.” @[Crevan] RE: Hissing fauna, are you the Destroyer? Thana - Crevan - 10-19-2017 forget all the names we used to know |