Occ: For Lazy :3. - Totes short, got to get my muse for her flowing xD. Also rated Mature, for prying eyes.

The winter's mist held no fear for the fea, of whom fearlessly or foolishly wandered into their midst. But she had been here before, once, during the winter time. A male had paid her visit and yet nothing had came of his, teasing words and promises - noting more. No contact, no fun, no loving of any kind. Gentle or rough, though such a thing had gone unheeded for the last few seasons. A curse a women's body could be, much less when their birth season came around. Hot, bothered and over all unnaturally grumpy and irritable. Alas the demon among the mist that night was no simple grumpy women to be toyed with; if pushed to far a violate but gleefully happy act would accordingly. Punishing the one who dared mock her during this time; the Pendragon wasn't in the mood for some arrogant or cocky male.

The smell of heat drew him out of Imperium. The brute followed his nose, his gait taking on a predatory edge. The scent trail took him into the territory of the fallen empire that had inspired the rise of Imperium, but the history under the trees meant little to him. All that mattered was the fair scent of the rogue babe. It drew him in like a moth to a flame and he was was willing to let himself become consumed by it. When she came into view he paused, nose twitching as he tried to figure her out. He couldn't bring himself to approach, the draw of her was too strong. While curiosity had drawn him in, respect for her person kept him at bay. He knew when his control was frayed and while he liked to think of himself as a beast of reason, the smell of heat was almost enough to push him over the edge. "Speaking" "Thinking"

 Keen ears flicked once, the sound of approaching paw steps did not go unnoticed. Even for such a brute of his size, it was hard to be silent in freshly fallen snow, if it hadn't stuck yet it made an annoying 'crunching' sound. Least one was light enough to drift over the snows like a ghost, but that was for the more lithe form of wolf. The at times weaker and easy to over power, but if one knew how to use their own weakness as a strength then such was a blessing. Such however was shoved aside as those frosted cold eyes settled upon the brute before her, he hadn't bothered trying to hide, not in this heavy mist.

"Are you going to stand there and gawk at me or say something?" Well, just because she was the way she was, didn't mean she was 'nice' or 'polite' in the least. If anything, she was rather irritable. Assume her more dominate stance, she waited to see what this big boy had to offer. Or if he was worth her time. He was correct at being mindful of her personal space for such just may have earned him a scar some where; if he had gotten too close at first. He was going to have to push those boundaries, try to get close and dare to tangle with the demon.

Her words pulled a snort from him. In response he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. What would she do if he said nothing? Of course, just standing there and saying nothing was no fun. Sooner or later he'd have to do something. Teasing, he let the silence stretch on for a couple of seconds before finally speaking. "Well," he rumbled, "Talking is a tad more interesting than gawking, so I suppose I'll give that a try." With her scent clouding his senses, there was far more entertaining things on his mind, but he was nothing if not a gentleman. He'd feel her out before committing to any one course of action. "Speaking" "Thinking"

The french women stood there, staring and awaiting for his move. When none came, the women began to grow agitated. Tail flicking slightly side to side, she waited to see what he had to say. Nothing interesting, merely pointless dribble. "I know why you are here and yet you waste my time." The women growled, however lightly, that tail lash once behind her once. The Pendragon took a step forward towards the brute, clearly not fearful of him. "Let me ask you this; are you worth my time, boy?" The women questioned, her words harsh and cold. That face naught but a stoney facade, one he'd be hard pressed to see past. If she could not gain what her body desired, then perhaps she would state another need, the need to taste the crimson liquid flowing through his veins, taste the flesh hidden just underneath that fur and oh so delicate skin.

She was brusk and insulting, but the brute was immune to her venom. "Is it a waste of time to think things shouldn't be rushed into?" They both knew why he was there and there was no point in pretending otherwise. She had yet to reject his presence so he was willing to play her game. If there was some fun to be had, he was more than willing to tolerate some abuse. However, she would be wise not to overestimate her authority. His tolerance for disrespect only went so far. She stepped towards him and he, taking that and her words as a sign, padded towards her slowly. His gaze never left her person as he gauged her reaction. The idea was to push her boundaries, to see how close she would let him get. He aimed to close the distance between them, to near her personal space and see what kind of response it earned him. "The name is Valentine." He objected to being called a boy. He was not a child. "And the real question is, are you worth mine?" "Speaking" "Thinking"

The Pendragon had reason for her more venomous nature, irritable, annoyed and well not being quite right in the mind. Then again, no one said she was sane. Still that dominatestance remained as that head lowered slightly, those frosted cold bearing eyes stared into his own, picking away at his inner workings. The demons were more stirred up then usual, likely due to her accursed season. Something the Pendragon knew that would not go away, until stated. His words graced her ears yet no response was given as she stood there, not edging closer just yet as she watched with a raised brow.

Morgana let him come to her, he was so willing and she was not going to deny him; yet. That head only shifted to the right slightly as he spoke his name. "An appropriate name, for such an occasion." Musing, teasing even her words were. Never tending to remain hard, cold or any other way for long. Least she was angered, then again it was normal for her to be a bit..all over the place with her emotions. "Perhaps, perhaps not." Teasing still, she moved forth only to step beside him; along their pelts to mingle as the demoness decided to begin to circle him; a nip was placed upon that rump, feeling a bit mischievous perhaps.

Valentine. The brute wanted to know what exactly his mother had been thinking when she looked down at her newborn son and decided to christen him 'Valentine'. The dark fae's comment drew an amused snort from the brute. Like he'd never heard that one before. She approached and began to circle him, brushing her side along his as she did so. The feel of her against him set the brute on fire. He was tempted to touch her, to reach out and explore her person, and was on the verge of doing so when a playful nip on his backside sent him spinning around to face her. Face to face now, the brute was quick to retaliate. He leaned down, intent on brushing his cheek along hers briefly before nibbling on her jaw. "Speaking" "Thinking"

Indeed it was a wonder why his mother would decide upon such a name for the pup, but the demoness did not know this reason much less cared. For that was not what was on her mind, no, far from it. Ah, but she knew the little touches she did here and there, such as the brushing along his side; would set him a blaze. It did to every male. It was something she did quite well, teasing that was, playing hard to get and so on. None had truly ever captured that corrupt heart of hers, perhaps one would given the time then again maybe not. It didn't seem she was destined to have anyone permanently at her side. But this bothered her none.

A soft smirk was placed across her may as the male spun around, rather quickly to ace her after the playful nip at his rear. He acted on his own and yet the demoness offered a soft growl as he teased her, those lips and teeth came into play as she nipped at one of his ears, slowly but playfully going down along from it to the right side of his neck.

Her growl drew one from him in response, the deep sound rolling from his lips like a peal of thunder. He was thoroughly enamored with the perfume that wafted around him, nearly giddy with the pheromones the nameless fae was shedding. She moved to nip his ear, her teeth pinching his skin sharply, and in response he did the same, quickly tipping his head up and over hers to lightly threaten her own ear. There he froze, jaws centimeters from her, as she began to work down his neck. Valentine tensed, going ridged as waves of awareness rolled over him. He growled again, this time the sound a soft hum. Seeking to return the gratification, he stepped forward and attempted to pressed into her, to lean against her chest and neck as he reached down to nibble at her shoulder blades. "Speaking" "Thinking"

A smirk touched her maw as the male uttered a growl of his own, one of the many signs of his own enjoyment. Yet that tail shifted behind her, left to right only to further poison the air with her ever attractive perfume. A tease, one that would get his blood going, make that heart pound and flutter in his chest. Those primitive desires creeping through.


The male had an advantage here, due to his large size. Strange, for she hadn't encountered a brute large as him before.  He was quite something the demoness was sure she'd see more of, perhaps he would be a interesting ally. He froze, as she teased that ear and nibbled at his neck. He had ever right to be tense, for that tender neck area is quite open and vulnerable to any attack she may launch on him. Luckily for him, those inner demons were under lock and key.

A sigh escaped her, as the male pressed against her. Forcing her own face and maw however comfortably into the right side of his neck. He was warm and oddly comforting, but that wouldn't last as she only pressed back against him and those teeth teasingly nibbled along his side, threatening to explore much lower.