Ravage sniffed through the debris, her gray nose investigating the rubble. She smelled something like a fire, along with metal. There were bones here also, old and cracked and broken. This flat tract of raised Earth had once been bathed in crimson. Ravage imagined she could still smell the distinct metallic perfume, hear the echoes of the screams of fallen warriors. In the rare times when she found sleep, Ravage dreamed of her enemies crashing together in bloody combat, destroying each other while she watched. Perhaps one day it would happen, in a spot not unlike this one. But first she needed tools, allies of a violent and chaotic nature like her own. Unfortunately most of those individuals lacked direction and purpose, they wasted their potential. There was only so much chaos an individual could spread alone, but if there were an army of hellions with one purpose, the world would bleed.

his spine would twist, fragments of metal pricking his taut skin. his proportionally peerless stilts were folded to meet his chest and stomach, that swathed banner tapping contentedly against the floor of the plateau. hazy eyes of ash and coal gazed upon the limp cervid carcass beside him, a slighted paw slowly reaching out to touch upon the hallowed nose. a small sigh would seep from vile lips, followed by whispered words. if only you could speak, maeva. the fun we would have. he would spend perhaps a half hour staring into the empty sockets of the doe before a muted shuffle caused a sizable aud to twitch. he would not move from his position on his ribs, those svelte hips twisted so that his hind legs suspended lifelessly in the air. but he would pivot his crown, turning his chin to take in the sight of a rather attractive woman not far off. he would not speak, only observe. surely it would not take long for her to mozy over here and discover his ongoing date with maeva.

The woman raised her ebony maw from the ground, inhaling the air around her. Lifted on the wind was the scent of another wolf as well as the scent of an old kill. The scent of death didn't originate from the male, so it was unlikely he was lying there dead. Ravage was glad of that, live toys were so much more entertaining. Vivid gold eyes identified the grayscale creature sprawled across the plateau and she moved lazily toward it. The dark femme fatale noted the sharp blue eye which observed her over the shrinking distance. It was strange that he did not move into a more defensible position, Ravage assumed he was either very confident or very young. She stood over him, a curious expression on her face. Ravage offered the tri color beast in front of her a charming smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting.." Her voice was smooth and even as glass.

his toes would play within the cavities of the doe's nostrils, which were nothing but gaping, rotted holes now. an affable purr ran steadily from his throat, bemused with the woman's slow cadence toward him. she would not stand afar, like he found most of the alacritian blood would, but instead boldly came to stand over him. his shoulders would roll, throwing his body from his ribs to his back while his slighted paws blithely reached for her pleasant face. she would speak with a smooth, melodic tone and he would return the favor without missing a beat. nonsense, darling. he would purr, sultry and daring. join us, we were just craving your captivating company.

There was nothing Ravage loved more than a lunatic, especially when they were this charming. The smokey devil preferred the company of the less than sane, she was drawn to their often chaotic thoughts and violent actions. The irrevocably deranged also tended to be much easier to manipulate, which Ravage just couldn't help taking advantage of. And there was clearly something off about the character which lay before her, his use of pronouns were proof enough of that. Ravage smiled obligingly at her black and white host and took a seat beside him, "Then it will be my pleasure to grace you with my presence." All of her senses were acutely focused on Jaeger; she still half expected him to turn on her and rip her throat out. But outwardly she would show little concern. "My name is Ravage Azathoth."

sorry it's so short! ;-;

she would oblige, and proceed to introduce herself. he would gaze curiously up at her, still reaching with those delicate paws of his up toward her chin and neck. she was pretty stunning, he had to admit. those radiating celestial orbs of hers captivated him. he simply lost himself within them for a few moments, a sly smirk playing its sultry tune on his lips. when he would finally speak, he would lie avidly through his teeth. ?dhbiorn svaner, at your service.

The dark dame lowered her neck toward "?dhbiorn" and allowed the one-eyed male to wrap his paws around the back of her nape. She didn't exactly approve of his impetuous actions, but for now she would tolerate the minor advances. Her pitch colored tail waved enticingly above her hind quarters as Jaeger's words reached her ears.
"I would readily have you at my service.." Ravage crooned, moving to lightly place a forepaw on the male's chest. "If you would only tell me your real name." She continued thoughtfully whilst admiring his sightless eye.


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the corners of his coal lips would screw up in a mischievous smirk as the woman allowed his scrawny stilts to hang loosely around her neck. from this angle, he could easily lift up and sink his thirsty knives into her jugular. but in return, so could she. and that thrilled him in a way that only his equally demented brother could understand. the woman would coo enticing words, placing a paw on his chest which would stir his groins further. he would lean forward with his neck, lightly trailing a slighted and split-colored muzzle along the inside of the leg holding him in place. when he reached her chest, he would chortle teasingly as she caught his lie. then where would the danger be in that, love?