Ring the knell and Death will answer
Lurid ♡
02-06-2023, 03:14 AM
B eing observant was what kept Requiem alive where others had perished before him. It was the reason he persisted long after others had fallen to memory or into oblivion. It was also what caught his ethereal goddess of a queen giving him a salacious grin from the corner of his eye while he drank the bittersweet crimson wine she offered. Yes, he had taken the Devil's bribe, and he would indulge and imbibe like it were his last night alive. If she were to be his Devil, then he would gladly forfeit his soul to her. The look Lurid gave him could have easily melted the steel of the ship around them. The way her holographic eyes flashed with a primal hunger made his core clench hot with an appetite that hadn't been satiated in a long, long time. Even then, every woman that came before had been a pitiful placeholder, a sorry stand in for the real thing he could only dream of having. Fantasies had kept his hunger abated before—now the animal wanted to feast, and what lay before him was greater than any fantasy his mind could create. Lurid spoke in her hypnotic dual vocals, her dulcet tones resonating something deep within him.
T here was a time when he was younger that Requiem would have minded his place with her, keeping himself in check with his responses to the heiress apparent of his liege pack. This Requiem was more matured, more worldly, and knew the power of a well placed flirtation. "Et hic manebo," came his reply, purred in the low gravel of his matured husky voice. Unlike Lurid, he had not grown up speaking her family's tongue. Where it became easier for her to speak the language as she became drunk, it became a more deliberate decision for Req. Perhaps it was his way of showing how dedicated he was, or perhaps it was because he thought it might make her melt a little more for him. Either way, the words rolled smoothly off his tongue, followed by a confident grin and a gleam in his dark argent eyes.
L urid desired to retire to her room, and Requiem would have been loathe to refuse her. Rising to his paws with his bottle of wine clutched between deadly jaws, he followed his goddess' lead out of his room and down the passageway toward her quarters. He didn't miss the way her luxurious plume of a tail flicked up over her shapely hips, nor the way those same hips sashayed with each sway of her steps. Lustful eyes followed the motions of her hindquarters all the way down the corridor, a carnal hunger rising in his predatory gaze the more she provoked his urges, whether she was intentional or unaware. He knew he should behave himself. The Blodreina was betrothed, after all; promised to a wolf far luckier than he. That wouldn't stop him from enjoying the sights now that she was back, however. Eye candy was still candy he could enjoy on his own in private later. Stepping into her spacious cabin, Req kicked the steel door closed behind him with a squeal of the hinges, the latch keeping the door only slightly ajar. It was dark in her quarters, with only silver moonlight pouring in through the windows to light the space. That was all he needed to see Lurid shimmering in all her glory as she relaxed into her bed.
G iant paws carried the male across the cabin, approaching his phantasmal femme with a boldness he'd lacked in his youth. Requiem had never shied away from a challenge, but he had never openly made an attempt for Lurid's paw either. He had always existed on the fringe, watching as her life with Alastor grew and took shape. But Alastor wasn't here right now, and his fiancée was bidding him to join her on her bed with a lecherous tone in her voice that sent fire coursing through the man's veins. A part of his brain wanted to hesitate, reminding himself of who Lurid was, who she belonged to, and what sort of hell he'd unleash upon himself once Alastor came back. IF, the voice in his head reassured him. IF Alastor comes back. The possibility inspired confidence within the blood-hued brute, and with lips curling up into a knowing smirk, he approached Lurid's bed and hoisted himself up with strong forelegs in a single bound. The assassin was not shy as he settled down to lay beside Lurid, so close that he could reach a single foreleg out and pull her body to his own. Hmmm, how tempting the thought was... Requiem took his bottle into his paws again and uncorked it with his teeth, taking another long draw from the bottle. "Alastor would kill me if he saw us like this," he mused with a roguish grin and a chuckle. A bit of dark humor. From the way Lurid spoke his name—gods, how he loved the way she said his name!—and the look in her heated gaze, he knew she had probably reached the same conclusions he had some time ago. Some wolves would return. Others would not.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
T here was a time when he was younger that Requiem would have minded his place with her, keeping himself in check with his responses to the heiress apparent of his liege pack. This Requiem was more matured, more worldly, and knew the power of a well placed flirtation. "Et hic manebo," came his reply, purred in the low gravel of his matured husky voice. Unlike Lurid, he had not grown up speaking her family's tongue. Where it became easier for her to speak the language as she became drunk, it became a more deliberate decision for Req. Perhaps it was his way of showing how dedicated he was, or perhaps it was because he thought it might make her melt a little more for him. Either way, the words rolled smoothly off his tongue, followed by a confident grin and a gleam in his dark argent eyes.
L urid desired to retire to her room, and Requiem would have been loathe to refuse her. Rising to his paws with his bottle of wine clutched between deadly jaws, he followed his goddess' lead out of his room and down the passageway toward her quarters. He didn't miss the way her luxurious plume of a tail flicked up over her shapely hips, nor the way those same hips sashayed with each sway of her steps. Lustful eyes followed the motions of her hindquarters all the way down the corridor, a carnal hunger rising in his predatory gaze the more she provoked his urges, whether she was intentional or unaware. He knew he should behave himself. The Blodreina was betrothed, after all; promised to a wolf far luckier than he. That wouldn't stop him from enjoying the sights now that she was back, however. Eye candy was still candy he could enjoy on his own in private later. Stepping into her spacious cabin, Req kicked the steel door closed behind him with a squeal of the hinges, the latch keeping the door only slightly ajar. It was dark in her quarters, with only silver moonlight pouring in through the windows to light the space. That was all he needed to see Lurid shimmering in all her glory as she relaxed into her bed.
G iant paws carried the male across the cabin, approaching his phantasmal femme with a boldness he'd lacked in his youth. Requiem had never shied away from a challenge, but he had never openly made an attempt for Lurid's paw either. He had always existed on the fringe, watching as her life with Alastor grew and took shape. But Alastor wasn't here right now, and his fiancée was bidding him to join her on her bed with a lecherous tone in her voice that sent fire coursing through the man's veins. A part of his brain wanted to hesitate, reminding himself of who Lurid was, who she belonged to, and what sort of hell he'd unleash upon himself once Alastor came back. IF, the voice in his head reassured him. IF Alastor comes back. The possibility inspired confidence within the blood-hued brute, and with lips curling up into a knowing smirk, he approached Lurid's bed and hoisted himself up with strong forelegs in a single bound. The assassin was not shy as he settled down to lay beside Lurid, so close that he could reach a single foreleg out and pull her body to his own. Hmmm, how tempting the thought was... Requiem took his bottle into his paws again and uncorked it with his teeth, taking another long draw from the bottle. "Alastor would kill me if he saw us like this," he mused with a roguish grin and a chuckle. A bit of dark humor. From the way Lurid spoke his name—gods, how he loved the way she said his name!—and the look in her heated gaze, he knew she had probably reached the same conclusions he had some time ago. Some wolves would return. Others would not.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
Warning: Requiem is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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