Dance with the Devil || To the unaccustomed eye the plains were a beautiful swathe of rolling green divided by walls of mossy grey stone, picturesque by any standards. But to the luciferian woman it was just grass, grass and more grass. She had never noticed the wide variety of deciduous bushes in the west the last time she was here, or how their many different sized leaves adopted different hues in the autumn. Even these were just mud, sticks and leaf litter under teacup paw. This plain field laid before her like a divine fingerprint, as she continued to manoeuvre her reptilian bodice, curving and changing, no two parts the same. In all the world this view was unique, such is the way of the world. The dip and sway of the land, the patterns and species of flora, the every changing sky and wind. Every day was a new snapshot in time, for even this one place, this view from one fine bush on a hill, could never be exactly the same two days in a row. Why was she here? She decided to leave to search for her family that once again abandoned her and she returned a failure. Each step was calculated, one paw in front of the other, fore she might be defeated but she never forgot who she was. Who was she now? A family that ran from her. A lover that ran from her. Bushy, elongated tail striked at a near by bush, making its colorful leaves to fall down the muddy ground. Anger filled her veins, burning her from the inside out. "!"

As the sun was slowly making its descent the phantom was ready to make his appearance for the day. Usually the male would have steered clear of grassy planes but due to the cloudy autumnal day he was fine with venturing forth. His delicate pink paw pads hit the earth with ease. Large jaws were ajar as he allowed scents to travel into his mouth and onto his tongue. Tasting his surroundings and what was that? Another Wolf? Hefty steps slowed as his pink and blue gaze swept the dance floor. A brow raised as he was having issues pin pointing where the scent came from, thus the beasty continued his little journey. Just a bit more cautious now. A gentle breeze chilled his large form as he moved across the grassy fields. Hannibal's head was held high and his tail held higher. With the knowledge of another Wolf nearby his demeanor grew into that of an abrasive amount of dominance, per usual. Despite not knowing who this stranger was or if he would even come across them he would exert his dominance nonetheless. Hannibal's arrogance was sickening, to say the least. The wind picked up and so did the strength of this Wolf's scent. A pale pink tongue slipped across ivory teeth as his eyes flicked towards a darker form in the distance. His other brow rose and his eyes squinted, finally making out that this form was indeed another Wolf. His steps stopped and his mind went over his options here. The phantom could easily slip away and never be seen, or he could prowl up to this stranger and exchange greetings.. With a cock of his head and a flick of his tail the beast set forth. Trotting towards the stranger with a silly smirk upon his lips. Of course he was going to go introduce himself, he was currently on a roll with meeting new Wolves lately. Making connections and perhaps luring others to join his new pack. For such a temperamental beast he was rather sociable lately, likely due to the fact that he had nothing to lose. Hannibal moved towards the Wolf head on for there was no reason to hide, yet. His eyes remained trained upon the Wolf, studying her features as he grew closer. The most notable feature he could see from a distance was the abnormally long tail. This struck interest within the beast's eyes and a little hum of curiosity in his throat. But, he stopped his trot at about seven tail lengths away. Hannibal had no intentions of getting any closer, for now. "Your scent called to me." His chin lowered as he stared at her exotic features, "Now I see why." His smirk grew from silly to sickening. The phantom had no shame with his lustful gaze, but he was not so piggish to carry on further. "What brings this temptress to the West?" His raised tail flicked in mild excitement as he longingly awaited her answer. speech action

Dance with the Devil || Her eyes dance with stoic apathy across the terrain, unaware of the beauties surrounding her; ametyst in colour with their glacial hunger buried within, a hunger for revenge, a hunger for perdition. The luciferian woman demeanour is that of a supremacy of an enigmatic cold, ever frigid, emotionally unattainable, unable to be satisfied -- inspite of the burning passion secretively and powerfully, held within for her family and lineage. She were a woman of deceptive secrecies as she have lived enough and seen enough of this Earth in both Egypt and Boreas, unspeakable wrath was held boiling within her veins -- her affections as wicked and merciless as her lust for revenge over the same people she loves. Such was the exotic delicacy of her fragmented persona: parasitic, controlling, seductive, hateful. Encased within an elegant prison of manic bi-polarity. She was all woman, all lunacy, and one hundred percent gorgeously mind-blowing, narcissistic, feral bitch. In the spur of the moment she noticed to late the fragrance of another, potent, heavy through the air separating them. Slow pace came to an abrut halt, delicate teacup paws places one in front of the other; bush tail curled over reptilian spine, offering nothing but sensuality, regality in the wake of another posible intruder. Male, no less. Tick-tock. It was not long before the invader made an impact before her violet eyes, registering every mucle and every hair threat the phantom had to offer from a safe and one dare say polite distance. "The West is an old friend, dare I say." her fangs tease demurely against the full plumpness of her sultry lips; their bottom curve swell, flushed coral in the use of their sensual actions as her gaze roamed upon his frame once more without shame. Handsome, masculine, virile; he would make for a good game. "What brings a spectre of light such as you in those lands? " "!"

Mismatch eyes took in the exotic form of the strange femme. It was getting to be a trend with Hannibal attracting these odd beings. It seemed he was magnetized to the troubled and puzzled of these lands. Though, he was not complaining for the weirdos brought forth easy entertainment for the lazy beast. His words could easily twist and turn the simple minds of the ill-natured. To cause drama and conflict with a short sentence or a judgmental gaze. Such brought an unnerving joy to his sick mind, a joy he could not describe. Perhaps it was his own narcissism or underlying issues peaking through. But, on the outside one would never see such things unless they were to crack away at his thick shell. To an outsider Hannibal was merely a horn-dog with a god complex, but within he merely wish to see the destruction of normalcy and rise against the lazy royalty of these lands. The beautiful cascade of oranges and magenta painted a beautiful picture. This luxurious lady with an abnormally long tail and delicate golden jewelry practically caused the male to salivate. Her scent was alluring to say the least. She radiated a feminine scent with something else. Was it masculine? The scent of a male lover, perhaps? The beasty could not put his claw on it, thus he would not dwell. The hiss of her vocals allowed for a escape as his attention moved completely her way once again. Black and white ears flicked about as he took in her gracious words like the lustful glutton he was. Theatrical verbiage brought a shiver down his spine as a smirk shamelessly slipped across his pale-pink lips. Hannibal desired nothing more then an intellectual and it seems he found once, unless her words were a front. "An evening stroll." He locked eyes with the venomous Queen as his head cocked to the left side. Hannibal's thick winter coat dancing in the gentle breeze as more of his own hungry tones hit the floor. "I woke from my nap with an unbearable desire for mental stimulation." His lips curled upward in a tiny grimace, exposing saliva covered fangs. "I fear my day to day has become rather drab." Pink and blue eyes seemed to pout as if in self pity. speech action

But he who dares not grasp the thorn,
should never crave the rose.

Anatomically speaking, every lupine possessed a heart no matter how black of how hard they managed to keep it hidden. The vampiric succubus heart simmered at his words, purring uncontrollably at her own satisfaction; not only was this brute salivating over her feline bodice but he saught intellectual stimulation, or so he claimed. Fortune fell upon the brute tonight, he shall be her toy, her entertainment for the time being; a smirk painted the beautiful visage of the femme fatale, tugging at the corner of her full, voluptous lips. He might prove himself intelligent, maybe even pleasant company yet for now he only had one role, to fulfill her. Satisfy her. Sate her unquenchable and vampiric thirst.Careful, mon sauvage, you might see yourself in the undesirable position of finding what you seek. her hisses, venom coated in honey, melodious to one audits yet intoxicating all the same.

Her breast burns, in the wake of a fiery armageddon as her skin simmers with carnal heat. It took but a moment for teacup paws to draw closer to the brute, calculating each step; one paw in front og the other, sensuality , electricity. Golden orbs mixed with orange and violet specs observed him closely, each movement and muscle registering in her predatory mind and she was, indeed, a predator. Her heart thrums a thirsting serenade for him; maintaining a cold and calm facade her pace slowly decreased before she came to a halt in front of him. Swaying her hips in a tango she sat on her haunches, gaze never leaving his. Her blood sings, gasping with pleasurable ecstacy as a flick of her tail was enough to send pheromones in each direction, before she curled it smoothly upon herself. Lust was a drug. A poison she so eagerly feeds yet it was never as strong as now. Her slim, delicate brow arched in simple curiosity before she took a low inhale of his scent, audible, notceable. You needn't worry about tedious and dull moments with me. melodious vocals, the hiss of the damned; her grind spread once again upon her visage, radiating and illuminating were her canines, laying on her full, ebon bottom lip as she spoke. I am the trouble you are seeking. I can stimulate your mind, I can pry inside it and spit in it, if you would so like. she continued in a low purr. The vampiric succubus was completely bewitched, an allurement so powerful ravages her predatory mind -- an attraction, instinctual, reminicent to gasoline splashed, against pumping, thrusting, snarling fire! But where did it came from? Her skin felt like lava though her mind was cohorent. Yet she needed. Something. He were the violent flames crushed above blood and bone. Such a fine specimen of a man. It shall be amusing.

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Hannibal had the mind of a desire ridden beast. He had an unbearable need to satiate his burning lust due to his horribly low standards. His sickening gaze roamed those of any gender or nature. It did not matter as long as his prey were of age and consenting in some manner. Thus far, he did not plan on crossing any lines of sexual violence. The chase was what he enjoyed, not horrific crime scenes. Therefore as this minx of a Wolf sat before him the male practically drooled on the spot. The scent of her heat was evident and perhaps the tinge he had noted before. It traveled through his nose to his cranium, flooding it with the endless opportunities she laid out before him. Though, despite his obvious needs, he was not some mindless fool to roll over for any tempting babe. He would not be so easily submissive for he was innately just the opposite. As her daring words hit his sensitive ears a low growl bubbled from the depths of his throat. Hannibal flashed pristine ivories in her direction as he pointed his nose upward ever so slightly. "The vixen thinks I frighten so easily." His tail flicked idly as he dared to stare into her fierce gaze with his own. Their eyes danced as the dark serpentine made her way towards him. The beast's gaze was heavy, the heat in his chest nearly radiating at this point. The sun was setting but the warmth remained. A hungry tongue slipped across pink lips as the scent of her heat grew stronger. The sensual scent tugged at him, her bodice begging him. The lure of this temptress was something out of this world and the male was deep within her trap even if he didn't expose it. As she sat his tail raised even higher, exerting his disgustingly abrasive dominance naturally due to his evident ego. Her new words now luring his mind in even more, sending his thoughts into a variety of directions. Hannibal's paws now moved his divine bodice towards, as if being tugged with a thin string. Threatening to snap with each pull but sturdy enough to keep a hold on the thrashing mind of this beast. The male stopped about one tail length away, digging his pale paws into the earth as he drank in her scent with an unquenchable thirst. He leaned in closer rather daringly, moving to brush his muzzle against her own if allowed such a bold action. "You beckon the wrath of a devil." His jaws snapped near her ear, if she did not move away, the sound of a feign bite with the fiery ferocity stung the air. The power in which it took to not delve into the pleasures this foreign Wolfess offered so openly strained his very soul. His breathing now staggered as his mind rolled on with the endless scenarios this blossoming night may offer. "What is this trouble you speak of, little Viper?" his voice was a baritone whisper with a growl trailing behind. Yet, a venomous smirk remained upon his lips as always. speech action

But he who dares not grasp the thorn,
should never crave the rose.

Her expression softens, deceptively. angellic, youthful, her signature seduction writ in purring mania. Her golden gazed mixed with violet and orange could only burn further, warmingly inviting the other in as she noticed he mimics her movements and approach her further. Good, he is interested and how could he not be when he has in front of him a true Goddess. You drive a hard gamble, monsieur her voice echoes saucily through the air. It was nothing but an icy invitation to lure him near. Closer. Deeper. Her hiss stretching in the intimate darkness, surrounding them and embracing him, sending shivers down one spine in its wake. He decided, on his own, to close the distance between their bodies, and the vampiric succubus could not leave such gracious act without a proper reward therefore she decided to offer the handsome, adonisian man a soft, haunting feminine moan. You stir something, so deep inside me. You can feel it too, oui? her body shivers, an angellic purr peeled estactically, from a thirsting womb just as the brute throw his cards on the table to reveal his hunger. His skin, sensual, emitting heat and pure sexuality; his scent, drugs to her sensitive senses. She wanted him. She wanted to possess him, to toy with him. She feels his feign bite, yes but she does not flinch for a moment. A smirk painted her visage, one that could bring shame to the Devil fore she was never one that backed down eagerly. The brute wanted to dominate her, to show his strenght and intimidate her. Fair enough. This was his kink. She shall let him believe he has the upper hand , that he has full house, but she will not roll down and submit so easily. She will have her fun. Yes, I will bring many to you. Want to feel them, little Brute? vocals hissed seductively into his ear, gently and all but a soft rythm; all but a innuendo. It was her move now and she knew exactly what to do to have him wrapped around her claw. It was a tango, a dance and he was an admirable partner. Perfect. Masculine. Strong. His stare was an infernal temptation as was his scent; it was like he wanted to defy her. A never ending smirk; slender, graceful paw curled with viscious claws upon his shoulder, while she maintained her balance on the three other limbs. Plush tongue, delicately rolling from within salivating incisors; dragging across his chigh cheek-bones, tasting him upon her tongue, slowly. Devouring each single, fine fur thread into an aching sensuality.

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Her luxurious tones urged the male even further. His yearning and need grew with each horrible moment, his heart thrumming in his warm chest. The sun had completely fallen and the moon watched their hellish dance. Their scents mingled just with the mild contact and how close their delicious bodies were. Alabaster fur mixed with beautiful brown, they were two demi-gods ready to reign hell upon this earth. Hannibal's need for dominance was as abrasive as ever. A black and white tail was completely erect and his hackles raised in a devilish threat. Yet, even with his putrid display the temptress still had him twirled around her claw. Since inhabiting these lands the male hadn't had a taste of femme pleasure. Only the night with his beloved Spider, but there was a desire ridden portion of this lustful male that wished to experience everything his new life had to offer. Thus, as this heated minx stood before him the only thoughts that encompassed his mind were of the delights they could endure. As he closed the distance between their radiating forms the female was so daring to rest a lithe paw against his shoulder. The physical contact tingled and warmth resounded within his bones. Hannibal let forth a husky growl as his eyes dared to move towards her own, speaking through his smirk. "I will feel them, my nymph." Her tongue trailed up his cheek bone, stinging his pink skin with the moist contact. His breathing got heavier as he leaned into her venomous touch. "Tell me who you are.." Hannibal wished to know the name of the Wolfess he was going to spend his night with. speech action

But he who dares not grasp the thorn,
should never crave the rose.

Husked and heavy, the ripe essence of testosterone is her signal; embracing, wrapping around her, the masculine cologne, a potent indicator that draws violet-lensed attention from heat and hunger to instead focus upon the beast that so clearly desired her, to dominate her, consume and inhale. This brutes words, they hummed, deeo baritones, potent in their strenght that resonated darkly, heavy in the sweet recesses of the egyptian temptress mind. convoluted. His smell, it clung to her in the way the rain might. Their chest collided together, thread upon thread mixed together until you could no longer tell whos was whos. It had seeped into the fleece of her coat; it was probably stained permanently. Like dye would; to keep, to remember, to hold. To resent fore this brute has done something to her. It was an extra burden of weight. Her womb and chest tightened, constricted the swaying of movement. The heat seemed to radiate, permeating the closeness between them. A smirk painted her beautiful, exotic visage, tugging at her full, ebon lips; one that would have the Devil run with inferioriy, casting shame upon the Devil with their own initiative. The vampiric succubus knew then, the moment he inquired of her name, that she had him wrapped around her claw. You better fuck even better than you look, handsome. she purred into his ear, teasing the fine hair threads; attempting to send shivers down one spine. If successful she shall retreat softly, gracefuly; rotating her reptilian bodice and caressing his broad chest with her elongated, bushy tail. A small gesture, one meant to mock, to send heat and warmth like a volcano. One meant to blow him mind apart. Trust me, you should not want it if it is that easy. Good things come to those who wait. she hissed sensualy, sexuality emmaning through every pore as the pheromones increased. Sway hips, a tango, a delicacy, a lachivious dance meant for his eyes only, meant to keep one busy. Find me again and I shall tell you. she purred, practically purred the words, her chest resonated,vibrated, raising and falling with each heavy inhale; memorizing his scent, his individual cologne, masculine, powerful and so so deliciously dominant.
|| exitus nephthys

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