HIT ME LIKE A MAN
Quote:It is certainly not an easy beast he faces; his opponent is large in size, when compared to the average wolf, although compared to Faust?s giant frame he is nothing. They clash; teeth against flesh, blood on blood, and they do not back down. His opponent is worthy, but in the end it is not enough. Faust ends the scuffle with the ripping of a jugular, red staining down his throat as he ends up dominant. When the frame of his enemy collapses, the giant stand victorious, proud, head held high despite his injuries.
Adrenaline keeps him from feeling the worse of his broken, bloodied toes and raw wounds. The worst is the wound upon his neck, raw and bleeding down his left front leg. He doesn?t even realize that he has intruded upon another?s territory, reclining for a moment as he catches his breath. In a moment he will go and retrieve the kill he?d made, the kill that the fool had attempted to take, but for now the warrior is content to bask in the feeling of battle. If only he could find a lovely lady to share the moment with; his journeys had kept him from laying with anyone for quite some time, and he felt frustrated.
Quote:He is approached by a woman, massive head turning, green eyes immediately appraising the form of the ivory woman who approaches. He notes her markings, her eyes, and it only takes a few seconds for the warrior to note she is beautiful. He decides he wants her; a quick fuck after a great battle would only delay the pain of his injuries. ?I was having a meal, and he decided he wanted to kill me for it,? he says, shrugging at the body as if to say just look how that turned out.
?Am I intruding, miss? Don?t worry, I promise you won?t see it like that for long,? he tells her, toothy grin wrapping up his handsome face. He resists the urge to run his gaze upon her figure for now, knowing that it would be much too obvious to do so at this exact moment. He is just the slightest bit classy, after all.
Quote:She seems unhappy that he?s left something upon her lands, and he shrugs. It?s not really his problem, is it? What?s she gonna do about it? ?I?m sorry if that offends your delicate sensibilities, liebling,? he says, sarcastic all the way. He honestly wouldn?t mind moving the man?s corpse elsewhere; it would only be polite, after all. He takes the time now to note her frame, noting her carefully groomed fur and her lean frame. He imagines what she would feel like, beneath him, but he leaves such thoughts in his head. He may be a beast, but even he has manners, especially when around a lady.
She picks up on him right away, he finds her amusing. ?Would telling you that you have a nice ass, suffice?? he teases. ?Because you do, meine K?nigin,? he says, giving a pointed look at her rear as if to emphasize that point. He is joking, of course, but she really does have a nice ass.
Quote:She approaches easily, and he ought to assume she is up to something. Even Faust, hormonal and instinctual as he is, knows that women don?t simply give into a few flirtatious words so easily. Alas her pelt brushes his, and he cannot help how his jaws seek to playfully nip at her neck, desiring to tempt her. Alas she moves away, and then she steps upon his broken toes. His face winces, his paws immediately withdrawing. ?Shit,? he curses, cradling his injured paw as the pain shocks through his system. Her words fall upon his ears, and he feels a bit of anger coursing through his system.
?I did you a favor, sweetheart. He was on your borders. If I hadn?t killed him, he?d have crossed over. You owe me one. I think a night in your territory oughta do, I?ll even bring a picnic lunch,? he tells her simply. It is all he wants after all; more chances to convince this alphess to fall into his arms, into the warmth of his bed. A comfortable den and a safe place for the night wouldn?t do the rogue any harm, either.
Quote:The ivory Queen declares that she can take care of herself and he does not doubt that. She is strong, sure of herself, and he appreciates that. He doesn?t appreciate the ache in his toes, but he understands her irate behavior. He?s a dick; he knows this. He doesn?t particularly care, but it is an explanation. ?I do not doubt it, dear, but it was a pleasure to keep your pretty face pretty a while longer,? he tells her. Too many battles and she would be as scarred up as any.
She dares to venture closer, her eyes staring into his. He does not back down, her challenge clear in his ears. ?Are you so blind?? he tells her in a whisper. ?Look at my size, at my abilities, liebling. What leader with good sense wouldn?t want me,? he says. There is a feeling of emptiness there, a sort of sad note in the tone of his voice that reveals a hint of vulnerability. He is nothing but a sword, an object. He is a warrior, and not the sort of man who anyone could ever fall in love with. He is a thing, and that is the sole weight of his worth.
Quote:She doesn?t turn him away, which he supposes is good. He enjoys their proximity, but in the same token he almost enjoys her resistance. He finds her interesting, fiery, a woman that he doesn?t just want to fuck and forget. However, he doesn?t admit this, doesn?t bother searching for the reasons why. When she asks what he?s looking for, he shrugs. ?Well I don?t really have anywhere to live. And if I?m going to live somewhere, might as well be somewhere with a nice ass,? he says, perhaps poking fun at himself at this point. bitches love self-depricating humor. A home would not be so bad; he?d been a nomad for long, and settling down seemed nice.
?Shall I be at your service, my lady?? he questions, leaning in closer, bold and daring. He looks into her eyes to gauge her reaction, her response. He supposes she is just putting up with him, but he wishes to draw more than that from her. He wants her to want him, for whatever reason. Maybe it?s just passing fancy.
Quote:She reluctantly accepts him into her pack, which he learns is titled Tortuga. He notes it for now; he doesn?t know if he?ll stay too long, or if he?ll keep wandering the lands. He supposes it all depends on what happens between them, if he keeps his interest or if it fades, if she can put up with him or if she kicks him away as soon as his usefulness expires. ?Welcomed to a pack that doesn?t even know my name,? he says. He doesn?t know her name, either, but he could just ask one of her subordinates that.
She leans in towards him, much to his surprise. ?Faust Dietrich, my lady. I can be what you wish, if you would let me,? he hopes to whisper this into her ear, a sultry kiss desiring to press lovingly to the shell. She may expel him from her pack for such approaches, or she may fall to his touch. If anything, he cannot deny the physical chemistry he feels. He feels drawn to her, attracted to her in a way he has not quite felt before, and he wishes to explore such a feeling.
Quote:He asks her what words he?s speaking, and he shrugs. ?I don?t really know. Maybe I?ll remember eventually, but they?re for me to know and you to find out, liebling,? he teases her. He?s annoying, he knows this, and yet it provides him with a fun little game. It, he hopes, will tie this alphess to him; he hopes she will feel bonded to him by a desire to know. It is not a strong pull, but it is a pull nonetheless.
She once more finds him confident, and he hardly finds that a crime when she has yet to move away or tell him to stop. ?I enjoy a game of chicken,? he tells her. ?Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, liebling?? he asks, seeking to nip at her pale flesh in a sensual way, his words not but a whisper for her ears alone.
-exit roman unless stopped-
So if faust only visiting or staying?