She had taken to exploring the lands surrounding the fallen pack. She had made her claim over the lands, and was merely waiting for someone to oppose her. So far no one had and she was growing more and more confident each day. The newly appointed Queen had taken to surveying the nearby lands. She did not care for the plains, that much she was certain of. But something about the moore called to her. She loved the heavy mist the hung over the land and clocked her movements. Perhaps she could keep the pack there for now. But sooner or later she would need to expand and find a place that held an abundance of prey. Silver paws had brought to her the lake, a place that was well traversed by rogues. She would have to bring that to an end rather quickly if she was to claim these lands. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the scent of fresh water and food. A smile curled her lips. This place would be perfect. Powerful limbs would propel her across the lands and towards the lake. Summer had taken a hold and brought a miserable heat to the land. It was a welcomed relief when the cool liquid washed over her paws. The familiar high of power rolling through her veins calmed the behemoth woman. She reveled in it, it had been far to long since she felt the high. However, Kylar did not seem so willing to share in the power with her. A frown would pull her brows together for a brief moment before smoothing out into her usual cool detached look. A shift in the air would alert to a familiar presence, one she had not had the joy of being in for quite some time. "My little bird could never stay away for very long." She would coo softly, though her didn't turn to face him just yet, allowing him to approach instead. WORDS HERE

Where had he gone all these months? Darkness had clouded his mind, making his thoughts hazy and uncertain. He hadn't exactly left out of fear -- he had never known fear. Basilisk had never truly been afraid of anything besides, perhaps, Cataleya. Confusion had forced him away, the strength that Cataleya had implanted in his heart turning to cold malice and rage that hadn't known how to control.

But it was her call that had forced him here again. He hadn't hesitated in responding to it. Somehow, he knew it was time to come back to her, whether or not she accepted him. Her reaction had been torn when he'd first shown his face. She was not quite pleased, but rage was not something he was surprised to see in her.

The dark-pelted brute was alarmingly quiet as he paced the lands, trailing after Cataleya's familiar scent. Her voice was teasing and he found his skin crawl at the sound as he closed the distance between them. "Did you expect me to disappear forever?" he asked softly. Basilisk had offered his life, dare he ever abandon her; yet part of him doubted she would take it. Yet he would never voice this to her, lest it fuel the rage that he knew always boiled below the surface. "I couldn't resist you." The relationship they shared was a strange one, one he couldn't put into words, but he truly hadn't been able to ignore her call this time.

His soft, husky words held a question, one that she knew the answer too. She had always known that he would return one day, when he had finally sorted out his own issues, but whether or not she would be around was the only question. There were no more questions, he had arrived with nearly impeccable timing. Answering her call as she claimed a fallen kingdom. A smile would curl her lips higher so that it was a borderline snarl. "I promised you death didn't i?" The sweetest of threats would leave her lips as he moved beside her. It was then that her crown would tip towards him. Coral pools burned with a fight that lusted for carnal thrills. I couldn't resist you. A dark chuckle would rattle her sides, as she shook her head slowly. "Perhaps that it where you went wrong." Lyrics never rose above a husky murmur. Perhaps his irresistible desire to follow her would the end of him. Perhaps one day, he would take his final breath with his throat between her jaws. But he was safe for now, she wasn't quite done with the fickle man. The desire that curled in her belly had not be sated by anyone or anything. Kylar had showed his face when she claimed the empire once more, but he had said nothing. Nor had he sought her out after. Irritation had begun to flare in her chest. The urge to kill something was becoming nearly uncontrollable. Eventually something would have to give. Someone would pay in an irrevocable way. Unknown to her, the threads of her mind where fraying, her lust of blood and sex was growing to unseen proportions, and those needs going unfulfilled would only had disastrous results. WORDS HERE

He waited with bated breath, silent but for the sound of grass rustling beneath his paws as he crept closer to her. There was only the smallest remnants of hesitance to his step. He had all but died inside already, so would it be that bad to truly die? Basilisk had never been afraid of death, but being so close to it had simply made him wary and careful. "You did," he agreed, smile unfurling for a moment as he pondered this. How long ago had it been? No more than a year, he figured. And yet it had seemed like a lifetime since he had been in her presence. The expression would quickly return to his features, a smirk that seemed strangely mischievous for one being gently threatened with death.


"Are you implying my need for you is wrong?" He inquired with curiosity, tilting his head to the side. His skull and shoulders were held low, his eyes gazing up at her despite the fact that he was doubtlessly the taller one. "It doesn't feel wrong." He had grown much bolder now, she wasn't wrong about that. But it was difficult to be afraid when he had nothing left to lose but the one thing she had promised she would someday take.


With a whine he would seek to press his nose to her neck, jaws parting as he aimed to nip at the sensitive skin of her throat. Basilisk would nearly grovel before her, his heart beating loudly in his chest, adrenaline beginning to course through his veins. It had been so long since he'd been in the company of anyone, and Cataleya's scent was suddenly intoxicating and exciting, despite her obvious rage.

He would not deny her promise made before his disappearance. In fact, he seemed to embrace it. A smile curled his lips, his entire being oddly calm despite her promise of death. Somethings never changed. He would creep closer, his behemoth size shadowing hers as his heat washed over. His curious inquiry would a brow lifting. His need for her would certainly be the end of him. But instead of confirming such a thing, she would beckon him closer with a dark look full of promise. His boldness was both welcomed and unwelcome. A dark chuckle rolled off her tongue like sweet nectar. "No, no its not." Words would leave her jaws with a breath, barely audible even to her own ears. She would ignore his whine, until his nose pressed into his neck. Fangs would nip at the tender flesh, eliciting a throaty growl. Desire would kick start her system into overdrive. Ever since she had returned to this god forsaken land, Kylar had been scarce. Their relationship had become dull. When they killed that pathetic wolf on the island, things had gotten out of hand, resulting in unforgettable sex. But then they had returned. He had vanished and failed to meet her needs. Pent up frustration was having her burst at the seams, she was growing restless. Her body screamed at her, her flesh bursting into a hot fire that was not going to be easily suffocated. WORDS HERE

Perhaps in death he might find some kind of solace. He had found no comfort here on this earth, but still he would hang on to life until his beating heart was ripped from his chest. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he felt her warmth as they drew closer. He felt a shiver run up his back as he nipped at the skin of her neck. He knew Cataleya thrived not only on power, but on controlling those that needed her, and he knew he could fuel not just her wrath but also her desire just as she could his.


She did not flinch at the precarious position he'd placed her in, and he slid his jaws open slightly to grasp more deeply at her throat. Basilisk had no desire to kill her, and though his tough was firm, it was not quite rough.
"Does he satisfy you?" he asked abruptly after a moment, truly curious as he pulled away from her to watch her with his vibrant amethyst gaze. "I can feel your desire.. my Queen." Why she had even begun a relationship with Kylar, he didn't know, nor did he really care. But the growl that left her throat was heavy with lust and he found himself suddenly wanting to satisfy whatever it was that she wanted. "Or am I mistaken?" Deep tones were laced with a soft growl as his tongue lashed out over his fangs, eying her with obvious hunger in his stare.

Daringly, he would reach to take a wider grip across her throat. Lips would curl back to reveal rows of ivory daggers. His touch was firm, though far from life threatening. Abruptly, a question fell urgently from his lips. A brow would lift as a cruel curled her dark lips. He stated the obvious, and while she didn't deny it, she said nothing about it. "My dear, what do you know about satisfying a woman?" Words never rose above a mumur, though they lashed out like a whip intending to sting, and yet her tones sounded as though she were whispering to a lover. Her tail would begin to twitch in what could be assumed to be agitation, when in fact, it was merely anticipation. His amethyst gaze was hungry, his words only amplifying the emotion. Had she not been tied to Kylar, she might have actually allowed him to play out such a fantasy, but instead she chose to toy with him, wear his patience down to a fine line, about ready to snap, before sending him away. Her thoughts never left the confines of her mind, didn't show on her decorated face, nor reflect in her body posture. She remained opened, wanton, and willing to be satisfied. But she doubted him as capable. Flashes of pale fur and bloody flesh filled her vision, the memories of their bloodied bodies clashing together in relentless and unforgiving passion. Oh no. No one would ever be able to top such a night. WORDS HERE

A sigh left his lips as his tongue met her flesh. With ease he let it run along the fur of her neck, his fangs grazing her skin as he briefly tightened his grip, only to loosen it again as he pulled away. His jaws would snap shut and he found his lips curling into a low snarl, irritation evident on his features, despite the obvious lust that gleamed in his purple stare. "More than you know about pleasing men, I'm sure," he retorted quickly, though his voice was not harsh. He didn't know much of Kylar, but he was surprised that she had kept him around for so long. His tail lashed out behind him as he pulled away slightly, eying her with interest he didn't bother to hide.


Was she loyal to him, he wondered? Cataleya had never struck him as a particularly noble sort of creature. And here she stood, seemingly willing to let him do as he pleased, and yet this surprised him as well. She had always been the one to guide him and to control him, not the other way around. The slight sneer remained on his lips as he moved forward, aiming to grab hold of the scruff on the side of her neck, growing needy at their private reunion. She had let him have her once, and suddenly he found himself craving her again, the fact that she was taken only enhancing his desire.

His reply was quick and sharp. Laughter would fill the air, rattling her sides. Did he truly believe that? Her gaze would return to the waters, shaking her head slowly. Lips remained curled in a wicked grin. He moved closer, his dark jaws parting to grab a hold of her scruff. And she would strike with unforgiving force, twisting her bodice to face him. He may have been larger that her, but she was smarter, wiser, far mor unforgiving. She intended to take advantage of his open mouth. It was risk, but her jaw top haw would aim to enter his mouth, aligned with his tongue so that her bottom jaw would snap shut on his lower jaw. Simultaneously she would throw her weight forward, hoping to force him back with enough force, or pain in his jaw, so that he would stumble. With him standing to her left, her prior twisting hoping to align them at a 160 degree angle, nearly head on. Her left leg would strike out, aiming to grab to hold his right leg. She would then aim to pull it towards her by retracting her leg. She hoped that all this would result in him tumbling to his right side, beneath her, where he belonged. Eyes had narrowed to dangerous slits, ears pinning while her hackles raised. Her plume curled dominantly over her hips as anger seethed from her pours. WORDS HERE

Oh, he was but a boy even still -- albeit a reckless one, suddenly aroused by the threat of violence and by Cataleya's unbridled anger. He found himself laughing, too, amused by the thought of her being in love; she could never be capable of such a thing. She was far too cruel, too hateful. Her amusement faded quickly as she parted her own jaws to grab hold of the lower half of his mouth. Caught by surprise, he found himself stumbling backwards slightly, falling to his side easily. A snarl fell from his lips, but the promise of punishment was suddenly more exciting than he expected.


He was pinned beneath her, but he did not struggle to escape. He had never expected to be so much like his mother -- his body begged for punishment and control that only she could give him. He felt his skin crawl with anticipation as his vision grew hazy, his mind whirling. Nothing had been certain for so many seasons, but he knew Cataleya well enough to know how she would react and the certainty was comforting, despite the knowledge of imminent pain. "Did I upset you, Cat?" he growled between gritted teeth, his eyes shining with an inextinguishable fire.

His laugh was cut short by her successful grasp of his lower jaw. She had caught him by surprise and he tumbled easily to the earth. Once beneath her, he didn't struggle, seeming more than willing to accept his fate. Her jaws would clench briefly before releasing him, enjoying the brief taste of his blood on her tongue. She would cage him in with her forelimbs, glaring down at him as he gritted out words beneath his teeth. A wicked sneer would curl her dark lips, lips crinkling simultaneously in a faint snarl. "Still so foolish." Lyrics were soft, deceptively so, she spoke as though she was professing her love for him, rather than silently promising pain. Her eyes ravaged his body hungrily, salvia pooling in her mouth with anticipation. It would be so easily to sink her fangs into his, to draw his blood and mar his flesh. She could see his desire in his amethyst eyes, he practically begged her for it. Part of her was tempted to simply give into his wishes, but a stronger, darker, part of her wanted to draw it out, to toy with him until he couldn't take it anymore. She wanted him bursting at the seams before she finally gave into him. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE