wanting to make this a shorter thread -- hope you don't mind <3

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The dainty phantom would maneuver with ample grace despite the internal turmoil raging within her poisoned mind, wracked with an onslaught of vehement thoughts and maleficent intentions that she could not seem to silence no matter the activity that occupied her. She had failed in her imperative mission and one true purpose, and thus she had linked shame to the blood that coursed through her own veins and that of her babes?, unable to mend the honor that had been broken as a result of her incompetence. Such memories plagued her and damaged her from the inside-out, feasting away at her confidence and leaving nothing but insecurity in its wake, unshakable and destructive all the same.


A sigh strung from her velveteen lips as the wraith flung her mass against the base of a tree, sliding down the rugged face of the bark adorning it until her chest cavity impacted the course bed of grass at its foot, serpentine forelimbs outstretching before her front and hinds coiling in towards her sleek abdomen as she adopted a position of comfort, having no intentions of fleeing her temporary sanctuary just yet. The silence of the eerie forest had beckoned her, and here she would remain until she could compose herself enough to return and face the children that she had disappointed with her failure.


"speech"

((ooc- I'm assuming this is after the GargXCree show-down, YAY liquid time, and otay for shortness :D BABIES ))

Monster would move, quietly through the forest, his mind elsewhere, he moved stiffly. He couldn't believe his luck, of course, the old crow had taken them both off the cliff, and now his body was killing him. It was infuriating, though honestly more-so annoying. The limp in his step, was becoming more noticeable, and sour-ness in his demeanor and mood had yet to wane. It was in this brooding that he almost missed a familiar scent, almost. His head would life, turning towards the source of it.

The scent was different, tainted with heat. He couldn't believe his lucky night. A chuckle escaped him, as he moved towards it, pausing for a moment in the shadows before stepping out in the moonlight. Eying the woman, he would speak, "Don't you seem rather drool, my dear."

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The phantom succumbed to the placid atmosphere quickly, allowing her pallid lashes to flutter and obscure her gleaming metallic eyes from view as well as conceal the view of her scenic surroundings that had been consumed by the crisp hues of autumn. Rapid and raspy breathing gradually shifted to a more sluggish rate as her heart pulsated less frequently, the comforting silence draining a majority of her anxiety and distress from the confines of her diseased mind, urging a moment of serenity upon the wretched wraith that was ultimately demolished as a devious chortle flooded her auditory system, causing her lids to snap open to reveal glaring mercury depths that darted furiously for the source of her disturbance. Irritation surged throughout her veins as her dilated pupils located the source, drinking in the silhouetted physique of the invader as it made its daring approach towards her bed, upper lip twitching dangerously with an evident threat.


Serpentine limbs propelled the creature into the light, forcing a smirk to envelop the porcelain babe?s features as she registered his countenance familiar, the intricate markings etched into his masculine visage a fair indicator as to who this goliath was. The maleficent expression faded from her velveteen lips quickly as his judgmental comment graced the atmosphere, gaze averting from his mismatched vermillion and turquoise to search for a distraction, happening upon the damaged limb that he dare allow to support his mass. ?And just what dastardly deed have you committed to earn that, Lucifer?? an amused simper warped her taut lips, betraying the storm brewing within her that had resurfaced as a result of his vocals.


"speech"

An amused chuckle drew from the mass of his form, as he paced closer to the lady of the night. "Now, what makes you think it was dastardly, perhaps, I did it to save a poor innocent soul?" Smirk would be evident on his placid jaws, as he looked at her, not upset at all that it was her that he had stumbled upon, the wicked little witch.

Coming towards her, he would move slowly, and come to a halt very close to her person, all he would have to do now is stretch to touch her, and touch her he would, but not quite yet. "Little witch, are we making it a habit to surrender ourselves to the night?" His tone would be whimsical, his eyes lustful as they stared hungrily at her. This close the taste of her heat with tangible in the air, and longing smell, sending quivers of excitement all the way to his core.

i'm so bad at flirting irl so i think we can just imagine how great morph will be lolol

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Still he navigated closer to her bedside, but the ex-sovereign was indifferent towards the close proximity, allowing her skull to tilt back slightly as he made his approach so as to keep his masculine form in view ? trusting but not overly so. Triangular ears pricked forward as her inquiry was met with raspy snickers, sardonic vocalizations following suit that triggered amusement within the wraith, a brief snort brushing past her leathery nostrils as her gaze relocated his injury. ?By ending them quickly?? she questioned with feigned innocence, cocking her skull to the side like a confused whelp for effect as her mercury depths reunited with his mismatched, a devious smirk betraying her attempt at naivety. The ice queen would not deny that the daring brute before her appeared capable of far more heinous crimes than execution, but still she did not feel intimidated by his dark presence. After all, they played for the same team, did they not?


Plush tail idly flicked as the hellhound rooted himself mere inches away from where she lain, looming above her petite and vulnerable body while his pupils devoured her entire entity, desire lingering behind vibrant eyes. For a moment, her insecurities withered away as she examined him, observing her being with evident lust, fueling her with the confidence that she needed when she had just felt so worthless moments prior. She knew the feminine aroma that temporarily tainted her natural scent was tantalizing to any male, and yet, the feeling of being wanted was overpowering to the pallid babe, and she recognized the pride that teemed within her as a result, appeased with the euphoric feeling it generated. His airy speech would grace the placid atmosphere and she would be relinquished from her momentary trance, a simper chiseling her visage as she contemplated his words. ?And why wouldn?t we? The creatures of the night ? they can be most intriguing, mm??


"speech"

roamer's so sexual, why can she not flirt? XD

he would watch her move, his eyes not missing a minute detail, observing her, saliva nearly pooling at his jaws, her scent was captivating, enticing. something deep inside him, instinctual was re-acting, and he loved it. her words would prevoke him, dragging a smile to his jaws, a sinister look. "If only, my dear, Morph" he would have decided on a pet name, for the ivory sorceress, and didn't really care should she find it insulting or annoying. What would she do?

listening to her comments, his eyes would never leave in his efforts for searching hers. pools of silver, enticed him, and he gave pause to think of her final words."Aye, if only they were as interesting as you, my love. What do you say we make it more interesting...?" His eyes would leave hers, to linger on her taunting bodice, before he'd drag them against their volition back to her silver pools.

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Pupils roved to his slavering jaws as a sinister expression tweaked his velveteen lips in response to her question, indicating that her ominous prediction wasn?t entirely incorrect, intriguing the porcelain babe immediately. An expression that mirrored his own plastered itself to her pristine countenance as she pondered what gruesome endeavor the brute had performed in order to earn the injury that plagued him, fascinated with the possibility of successful slaughter. The goliath, however, denied swift murder, but still the ice queen wasn?t convinced that he hadn?t committed the crime ? perhaps he had drained the life from a damned soul sluggishly so as to preserve the intense euphoria that accompanied the fulfillment of execution. Such thoughts amused the wench and she found a throaty purr rumbling from her larynx as she allowed her twisted imagination to devour her mind.


She was wrenched back into reality as his baritone vocalizations graced the air a second time, causing the smirk that consumed her visage to elongate at the recognition of his evident innuendo. The wraith would heave her mass slowly back upon all fours, maneuvering easily about his rooted form with a sensual swagger, right shoulder grazing along the curvature of his physique without pressing too tightly against him, her touch barely lingering in a teasing manner. Once she had completed a semi-circle around the brute, she would halt at his side, the gap between them almost nonexistent. ?How suggestive of you,? she would croon smoothly, a devious smirk laden upon her features. After a moment?s pause, she would tear herself free of his touch, pivoting back to face him with a victorious gleam to her metallic eyes. ?But you?ll have to try harder than that,? she threw down the gauntlet, curious as to whether or not he would snatch it in his grasp or leave it to collect dust.


"speech"

When his thoughts drifted to the alabaster sorceress before him, mind acknowledging what little he knew of her. Her scent tainted with heat was captivating, tantalizing to his very core. It was a wild scent, one that roared with his inner wolf in pleasure. Ecstasy, the very meaning of life, no? When her pale coat brushed against his own pallid fur, his breathing hitched, quickening. His heart sped up, as he took in her scent, enjoying the torturous touch that laid fire against this skin. As she faced him, he didn't the look in her eyes, a look he, himself was so familiar with. Triumph. Her words, were tantalizing, beckoning his conscious to work harder to claim her., His breath left him with a low hiss as he looked at her, lust dancing in his own oculars. "My darling, what better way is there to wipe the glum look from your maw? Let me wipe it for you, I promise, it'd be worth it." His voice dropped, sultry, and seductive. The tones flowed smooth, baritone caressing the starlight sky, flowing to the dame before him. "talk

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The heated breath that cascaded from her counterpart's lips would grow jagged at her lingering touch and the phantom queen would surpass the urge to succumb to a triumphant chuckle, instead allowing her mass to shift towards her haunches as she seated herself, poised, before the lustful creature. The knowing smirk would refuse to budge from its placement upon her countenance even as his gruff vocalizations tainted the heated atmosphere, fueling her with further desire at his vows to soothe the pain that wracked her. Her insecurities would cause the viper to believe the seductive words that graced her ears, but her stubborn position would not waver, and still she would be intent upon forcing him to work for what he so desired.


Noticeably, the babe would take a moment's pause to consider his words although she had no intention of rejecting the offer, allowing the tip of her tail to flick against the earth adjacent to her coiled left hindlimb, digits tapping one by one to accompany and strengthen the hesitant action. Once she was certain she had allowed enough time to pass to build the suspense she only predicted had been created within the hellhound, the front of her body would lean closer towards his, her muzzle outstretching but a few inches before his own. "Convince me," the wraith growled, inviting the pallid brute to connect flesh with flesh to further intensify her wanton desire before sealing the deal entirely.

"speech"

'convince me'

those words were all the pallid male needed, all the enticement, stepping forward, towering over the sorceress before him, he would bury his muzzle into her scruff, nipping at her neck, drawing her scent him, becoming more demanding, more persistent. winding around her, he would draw his maw along her side, pulling at her fur here and there, pausing to nuzzle her hindquarters, taking in her heat scent.

grudgingly he would work his way forward, his tongue flicking out, over her fur in between nips, ending again facing her, his head reaching forward, and insistently tugging at her ears, and moving down the side of her face. "give yourself to me..." he'd whisper, as he worked back around her, pausing at her side, licking and nipping at her flanks, fighting the urge to just take her. no, he rather found the torturous thing to be amusing, he'd wait for her permission, for now.

horrible post and awk for me to write lolol. morphine is kinky & likes it rough? XD if you wanna pp morph in your next post i don't mind. just don't maim her x3

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At her invitation, he would not hesitate, easily complying with her demand as he narrowed the distance between their bodies until the gap was nonexistent. With a smirk laden upon her porcelain features, the ice queen allowed herself to succumb to carnal desire, pressing her flesh towards the comforting warmth of his own as he trailed his muzzle alongside the entirety of her dainty and vulnerable form, oral appendage slithering sensually across her pallid fur. Bleached incisors would chisel into her velveteen lips as the babe attempted to muffle domineering growls that involuntarily dared to escape her clenched jaws as he tugged at her flesh, muttering a single and lustful command into her pricked ears that caused a snicker to brush past her lips. ? Not before you give yourself to me.


As he made to maneuver back around her, she?d ready her stance, allowing her plush tail to curl over her left haunch before craning her neck to angle her muzzle in towards his body as he shuffled to her side, so vulnerable and so unsuspecting. In an attempt to instigate his need to dominate her and to appease her own desire, she?d rapidly extend her muzzle towards his hind limb as he drew adjacent to her, jaws unhinging with the intentions of plunging her gluttonous fangs deep into his tender flesh, wanting to extract the hellion?s blood and aggravate him so that he may do the same to her and take her as aggressively as he may.


"speech"

the taste of her skin lit up his body, setting him on fire. his cold heart raced, endorphin flooding his veins, erecting his maleness. when the cold woman buried her teeth into him, drawing his blood a hissing growl escaped his jaws, and he never hesitated to turn his jaws, and retaliate. the bite would start, much like his previous, as he teeth met her flank, the closest thing to his jaws. except now, his lust and desire had nearly blacked him out, he would bite harder, feeling her blood seep into his jaws, a rumble of approval would escape him, as he tasted her. she was becoming his tonight in more ways than one.

the taste was taboo, and it drove him forward. propelling himself with his hind legs, he moved forward, his muzzle insistently nuzzling her body, nips sharper more insistent. she couldn't run from him now. rearing up on his back legs, he would lunge forward, taking her scruff in his jaws, before taking her. "you're mine, morphine"he would snarl, his jaws close to her ears now as he finally released his frustrations that he sultry wench had caused.

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