With your wine stained lips
Much of his time away from Alacritis was spent alone, simply killing to his black heart's desire. Blood, guts, bones, decapitated heads, oh it was glorious for the monster of a man. But there was one thing missing; Cataleya. For as much as she annoyed the shit out of him, it was odd going on killing sprees without her. They had grown up together, killing their way to where they were now and to go murder innocents without his partner in crime just felt off. He could do it just fine when the moment suited him, but doing it for so long without her awoke an ache for his sister that the titan didn't really get. If there was any ache for her, it was always for carnal pleasure, but not this time. He had been separated from her for so long that he was actually starting to...miss her. Who would've thought, Demyan actually missed his darling sister. Not only that, but he was rather curious to see how her whole pack plan had turned out. Had she taken over the entirety of Alacritis and made all the wolves living there her little bitches? That would be a sight to see. So with curiosity and an odd ache for his sister, the hellion would make the trek back to Alacritis, interested to see what his sister had been up to.
Powerful limbs would pull the massive beast through the vaguely familiar lands, cyan eyes cutting through the darkness that blanketed the land, nostrils flaring as he hunted for Cataleya's scent. It didn't take him long to locate it, at the pace that he was moving through the lands. Her familiar scent would tease his nostrils in the west and he would zero in on it, following it to some plains that he vaguely remembered having visited while having lived in Alacritis some time ago. As he moved through the plains, her scent suddenly became overpowering and he knew he'd found her pack. Her perfume was everywhere, telling him this was the pack border. But since when did he care for rules, especially his sisters? Without so much as a care the vagabond would pass on through the border, sending up a deep boom of a call for his sister, not caring who heard him. He didn't care who else knew that he was there, as long as his sister knew. If anyone came to stop him from seeing her, there would be hell to pay. Salmon tongue would lash across his incisors at the thought of ripping into of her little pawns. Wouldn't that be fun? Gaze would dance from side to side, searching for her familiar silver figure, the organ in his chest picking up speed as her scent became fresher. Would she be glad to see him?
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He would stand quietly in the darkness, ears straining to catch the sound of her anticipated pawsteps. With each moment that passed, he could feel the organ in his chest beating harder and harder against its restraints. It was almost like...he was nervous to see her. But what reason did he have to be nervous? Was it perhaps because even if he didn't want to admit to himself, he had worried for his sister? He knew for a fact that she could hold her own. Neither of them could've made it this far without being able to take care of themselves, but like the scar that spanned the entirety of his massive chest, one couldn't always be too sure of what life come up with.
Though he would catch the sound of her pawsteps, the first thing that would capture his attention was the smell of blood; her blood. Immediately unadulterated rage would sizzle in his veins. Who the fuck had hurt Cataleya? It was only moments after he'd tasted her blood in the air that her familiar figure would come into view, blood leaking from a large gash on her chest to stain her moon-washed forelimbs. His gaze would keen in on her blood, ready to tear someone's throat out as soon as he found out who was responsible for having hurt his sister. But before he could do anything, her voice would snap him out his rage temporarily, capturing his attention as cyan gems would lock with her coral ones. She would stare at him, his name barely a whisper on her lips before she came barreling into him, her chest colliding with his, her wet hot blood mingling with his fur. But he didn't give a shit about how he looked like right. He wore blood more often than not anyways. At she buried her face in his neck, he could feel her smaller body trembling, something that he'd never felt before. The only time she trembled was when she was beneath him and he was fucking her senseless. That wasn't the case right now. Something had happened. Something that had fucked his sister up, both physically and emotionally. Two things that were unforgivable in his book.
He would tuck his massive skull around her shoulders, pulling her close to him, showing her the most tender side of him, a side that she very rarely, if at all, ever got to see. He would do his best to quell her trembling with his massive frame, pressing himself as close to her as possible without bringing any further pain to her injury. Why the fuck hadn't anyone come to treat her yet?! Heads were going to roll. I'm going to kill someone. Whether you tell me or not. He would murmur quietly into her shoulders, his special way of telling her that he loved her. He had been gone for long, but he was here and he was ready to murder whoever got in his path. Someone would pay for this.
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A sob, something he had never seen from his sister, would burst from her lips as her frame would sag against his own. Cat had never been one for emotions either, at least not the kind that caused her to break down and cry. He had never seen her cry before and it was enraging to know that someone had been the cause of this. I've missed you. She would be frank with him, expressing her feelings towards him, something that had hardly been the case with the siblings growing up. It was only after she pulled up away to get a good look at him that he would return the sentiment. I missed you too little sister. He would murmur, skull reaching out as his nose pressed to her own before skimming down to her throat, pressing his forehead against it as he bowed to her. He had never seen his little sister like this before and frankly, though he would not show it or tell her, it was unnerving. Cataleya was stronger than this. Or had been up until this moment. His eyes would close for a brief moment as he listened to her steady pulse, slowing his breathing down so that his pulse lined up with hers. After a few seconds his eyes would open and his skull would move towards her chest, salmon tongue lashing out to lap up the blood from her wound. There was a faint trace of a brute's scent, the one whose stench covered the area as well as Cat's, and a low growl would rumble in his chest as he continued to clean her wound. If that bastard was responsible for hurting his sister, he better hope that someone else got to him before Demyan did.
With wild eyes she continued to search her brothers face. This was were she belonged. This is what she was, who she was. And yet, she couldn't find the resolve to leave, to abandon her children, her home, her everything. She needed to be reminded. She needed to remember what they shared. Her expression grew frantic. "Make me remember." Soft words were a jumbled plea. She desperately wanted to forget all this, to pretend it never happened. To forget that the man she loved betrayed in a way that could never be forgiven. Not her brother though. They may fight and hate each other, but never would they go so far as to end the others life. They were all they had, all they had ever had. Her silver bodice trembled. Everything had come crashing down around her, her world had stopped spinning. Extending her neck, she would seek to press her nose to her brother throat, inhaling his familiar musk. How had she fallen so low? "I'm sorry." She murmured.
It was only when he was satisfied with having cleaned her wound that he pull back, massive skull inclined downwards, cyan eyes roving the silver woman's features. Her eyes were wild as they searched his and could feel the ball of rage tightening around his stomach, making his blood boil. He had never seen this look on Cataleya before and he hated to see it on her. This wasn't who she was. She was never shaken up like this. He pushed me. A snarl he couldn't hold back ripped through his clenched jaws as his eyes narrowed, his skull tilting towards his chest, tail lashing angrily behind him. He didn't need her to tell him who it was; he already knew. He had a very strong gut feeling that the man's scent who permeated the area was the one responsible for the way that Cat was acting now. And he would pay. Oh how he would pay...I made a mistake. He would lift an eyebrow at her, wondering if she was referring to the fact that she had gone out and found herself a new fuck buddy or that she'd started a pack. Either seemed like a mistake to him, but he wouldn't say anything out loud. Now was not the time to fall into his usual role of being an asshole. There would be time for that later.
Make me remember. He would hold his sister with his gaze, not entirely sure what she was trying to ask of him. Remember what? he would rumble quietly. Did she want to remember what it had been like to be free of all responsibilities and be able to murder anyone and everyone who had they had a mind to? He could do that. He could take her out killing and they could bathe in the blood of innocents. It was probably what she needed right now. But would she want to do it? His attention would snap back to her, watching as she moved closer to him, pressing her cool nose to his throat as she mumbled that she was sorry. He would let a throaty growl rumble in his throat at her touch, his way of dismissing her ridiculous apology, his skull inclining upwards to give her more access. Shut up. You're not sorry for anything. Despite not wanting to take her, he couldn't help his reaction to her touch. His body remembered the countless times that she lavished him with her affections and how she had begged him to take her and fuck her senseless. Though tonight it probably wouldn't happen, she could be damn sure that once she was on the road to getting back to her old self, he would give a trip down memory lane that she wouldn't forget.
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Everything. He wouldn't bother to try and get to explain further by what she meant. He already knew. She wanted him, wanted the thrill of the kill. And she would remember everything. In due time of course. She would press a familiar nip to his throat, eliciting another throaty growl from the titan as she rubbed the length of her body against his side, only instead of wrapping around him like she'd done so many times before, she would continue on, moving away from him. He would turn towards her, his body forming a half circle as he watched her turn back, that all too familiar smirk twisting her dark lips. There was the Cataleya that he knew. His own devilish grin would split his jaws as he followed after her, nipping at her haunches as he came up beside her, the adrenaline pumping. Was she really inviting him to do what he thought she was?
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