Ooc: THIS IS SO SHORT BUT I?M OUT OF STARTERS ;_;

Nighttime was so peaceful, especially when spent with a view such as this. On top of the world, the harlot found herself relaxed for a few moments, observing the sea that sat in front of her with much interest. Bathed in darkness, she was almost invisible, were it not for the moonlight that spilled across the area. She had not yet found herself bored, but she?d been in the area for very few minutes. In a short amount of time she would grow restless and move along, perhaps attempting to find her way back to Ludicael to rest for what would remain of the night.

Amethyst eyes shone in the moonlight as the brute walked in the night. Darkness seemed to envelope him as he walked.Baxter let his long and tall legs take him where he desired, somewhere nice to spend the night. White tipped ears flicked forward as he perked them up. The brute wondered where his brother was, probably somewhere already asleep. He didn't need his bodyguard of a brother to be by his side all the time, it was nice to go on a little walk in the darkness alone.

His nose then caught the scent of another wolf, female. A small smirk appeared on the male's maw as he followed the scent of the wolf. It would be nice to run into a female. Hopefully he would enjoy this encounter. White toes crunched in the snow as he then looked up at the sky as he walked.

Bax didn't think it would snow tonight, the stars were out and the sky was clear. Such a beautiful night. As the male came to where the dame was he saw her, as black as the darkness of night, yet beautiful.

"I guess it's a beautiful night to catch sight of a beautiful dame eh?" he said casually but almost in a rasp of a voice.

Baxter let his body come to full height and perked his pointy sharp cut ears forward. Tall and handsome, that's how he knew himself. The male knew he was handsome, so why not show it off a bit? He had no worries for what the dame thought. Perhaps she would even like what she saw. He knew he did.

It would seem that company was not far away, and in good time, too. The midnight mistress had begun to grow bored with her observation of the moonlight landscape, and so the sight of a male brought a grin to her face. There was a bit of anxiety within her chest now; a fear of males having been given to her from her capture. And yet she would not show it for more than an instant, once more hopeful to play her wicked games. ?You best be careful, my dear. With words like that one might mistake you for a man of depraved morality,? she teased, stepping closer so that she might let her moon-colored eyes observe the male. He was made of browns and whites, a handsome man, one whom would be fun to play a little with. ?It is most fortunate for you that you speak with a woman such as myself. Fear not, I won?t judge your boldness,? she purred. ?What is my handsome company?s name?? she inquired. Names were irrelevant, but nice at the same time. Many were enticed by the sound of their name on a pretty girl?s lips. Once he gave her his name, she would start to learn of him, start to pick him apart, and she would in turn offer hers.

A smirk appeared on his maw as she spoke to him. Funny how others thought.

"Oh, no no my dear; I know what I'm saying." he said.

White tipped ears faced forward as he crept closer to her and started to circle around her. She then spoke to him in a purr and asked him of his name.

"Baxter, Baxter Karvichi." he said while letting the words drip off his tongue in a coo.

The bastard knew he should be careful with mysterious dames but why should he. If anyone tried anything he would devise a plan of torture and death for them. No doubt his brother Kovu would rip them to pieces at his command. Ah, his mind. such a wonderful thing. why don't others think as he did? be smart? Realize things? Can't they see the world around them? Surely enough evil was around and this great land would fall.

"and may I have your name in return?"


OOC:sorry, crappy post.:/

He did not deny his bold statement; it brought a bit of a grin upon her face. The midnight mistress found his confidence alluring; she liked to sleep with all sorts of individuals, but those who were confident in themselves seemed to be particularly entertaining. Upon receiving his name she bowed her head, matching the name with the face in her head and filing it away for future purposes. ?Medusa is my name. I can?t say I have a fancy last name to offer,? she spoke. No, surnames were for those who belonged to something, and Medusa was not the sort of woman who belonged to anything. She dared to take a few steps closer, stopping so that he might make the rest of the move. If he wanted her, he would have to prove it. ?What brings you here tonight, Baxter? The skies are beautiful, are they not? Or did you stumble here by chance, like myself?? she inquired. It was idle small talk, meant to find out about the male, to satisfy the undying curiosity that Medusa suffered.

"Medusa" he said, letting her name be introduced to his tongue and mind.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you on this fine night Medusa." he said as he watched her step closer then stop a few ways before him.

There was a small gap between the two as she asked him what had brought him here. The brute then started to close the gap as he spoke; circling around her, his fur brushing her own.

"Well, I figured I'd take a nice little stroll in the dark. There's nothing that quite gives me the feeling of pleasure than the thought of darkness and death. I've yet to find something or someone that can prove that statement wrong." he said before stopping in front of her.

The male's tail swayed back and forth, up and down, as he let his amethyst gaze travel up her frame to her face, settling their gaze on her moon-like eyes.

Examine her did he; but Medusa had something about her, she was mysterious. And Bax liked that. Few did he find suitable to spend time with him lest they waste it. The male was sure this wasn't a waste...he was enjoying this encounter actually.

Wonder piqued the wolf's mind. He wondered what she was thinking, what plans she had devised. And what she though about him. With a small rumble he looked at her while waiting for her reaction and reply. His rumble softened as he stood there looking at her, observing her. Interest did he have, desire? he was not sure. Baxter knew what he wanted but he wouldn't admit it. What did he want again? There were no thoughts. He just stood there waiting...patiently. But Baxter knew he wasn't very patient. So he gave her a small charming smirk of a smile that would usually knock em dead. What would this spur? He did not know, but looked forward to any sort of reaction.

He rolled her name off his tongue, tasting it. She did not mind, although she hadn?t returned the favor. Instead she observed him, watching the way he moved, noticing the way each muscle stepped. He did not seem a danger to her, but even if he was she would have been entertained. Lately life had been dull for the woman, and thus she found it appropriate to tease, to play around. ?I am most glad that I can give you such pleasure,? she purred, the words a sultry hiss upon her tainted lips. Her jaws dripped temptation like honey, hopefully luring everyone to her. She did not move as he circled her, letting his pelt press into hers, minding not at all the proximity. She repressed the memories of her last intimate encounter; the rough grabs, the hopelessness, the panic. No, she would not let those memories resurge, even though the wounds on the back of her neck were relatively fresh. He spoke of death and destruction, and the harlot let out a soft chuckle. ?Why of course, my dear. You have never met me before, after all,? she spoke in a sultry whisper after he stood before her, hoping for her lips to press close to his ear. Listen to all the pretty things I say. She let his eyes rove over her frame, lavishing in the attention, adoring it. Medusa was a woman who appreciated attention, after all, no matter what form it came it. Well, most of the time. ?Do you see something you like?? she inquired, feigning innocence as she tilted her head, knowing full well why a male might be looking over her frame. Oh, she would let him see, and perhaps she would let him taste. It depended on if he played his cards right, and what sort of mood he managed to provoke her into.

The brute looked at her still while she spoke. She was very alluring or was he just falling for all of this. There was no way she would give him what he wanted; and he didn't feel like doing anything with force. She seemed quite to herself in a way but at the same time an open book. Hidden letters? Magic ink? Perhaps. His amethyst eyes glinted in the moonlight as he listened to her voice. Her voice, oh her voice. For some reason it was like music to his ears. A symphony of songs that were words that fell from her tongue and dripped like honey. Tan and white ears flickered before the brute threw her a small smile.

It wasn't long before she spoke again and asked if he saw something that he liked. Baxter waited a moment as he continued to look at her, examine her. Before he spoke and held nothing back but a few details.

Clearing his throat did he then have his gaze meet her own before telling her his own words.

" Yes, you. Your curves are feminine and add to your beauty. Your legs, long and elegant which carry your body with what I see as grace. You seem to be quite mysterious yet open at the same time. Your fur looks as soft as silk while your voice is music to my ears. Then up your beautiful bodice and to your face lay those eyes that hold perfection in my own. Looking into them now they are like tiny moons o your face; quite extraordinary and interesting...and alluring as well. That js what I see and that is what I like. All summed up in one word I can not say. Beauty isn't enough." he said before finishing with a smile.

Baxter knew his words would at least flatter Medusa a little bit. But the brute meant every word he said and he honestly even surprised himself yet kept his cool. The wolf stood there in front of her waiting for her reaction, a reply. What would she say. What would she do. Questions need not be formed. He shouldn't worry, shouldn't think about it. Just wait and wing it. Wait and wing it. Wait....and wing it....then bring it!

Ah, he spoke such pretty things. If she were a young and foolish girl with a much more normal life and perhaps much tighter morals, she would have been weak at the knees. Perhaps she would have thought of romance, but no. Medusa was a harlot consumed by only the shallowest thoughts imaginable. Still, she could see the male was trying, and she was never too hard to convince to fuck. ?My dear, if you see something you like, take it," she told him, the last part of her speech spoke in a sharp hiss. It was a welcome; he could have her for now, but certainly not for much more than a night. She moved to hopefully press against him, trying to press her side against his, hoping that her warmth would prove alluring.
She cared not that they were so out in the open. If anybody stumbled upon them and they were engaged in intimate activities, they would be free to watch her. ?Tell me what you want. How do you want me?" she asked him. Oh, that part would be greatly up to him. She did not mind any type of intimacy, so long as it was intimacy. If he wanted to take control of this situation she would let him; if he wanted her to take charge, she had no qualms about that either.

OOC: may get a bit mature/language

Amethyst eyes made their way up Medusa's body to her eyes once more. He perked up his white and tan ears awaiting her words to reach them. Fall from her maw and lips like drips of honey on silk did not hesitate to listen. She then said if he saw something he liked, to take it. She then pressed her side against him. He ft hur fur touch his and did he let out a small rumble. A few thoughts ran through his mind as he looked at her, sucked her image in his mind. Baxter leaned into her as he took a step forward. She was very tempting and aulliring. He could feel his own length throbbing at the thought of this dame. What was a simple fuck on this day? The brute kicked his lips as he bore his eyes down upon her. She didn't seem like any other dame; and Baxter liked that. Medusa wasn't the run if the mill female, she had a mind of her own. And it seemed like she would and what she wanted as well, no matter what it wanted. Baxter admired her and another thought came to his mind. He hasn't seen his brother in a while. What would happen to the dreadful duo? He needed someone else to cause havoc with. Perhaps he could make some sort of alliane with this woman. No matter what type of alliance it may be. But he would be at her service...

As the male stood beside her he let his own words fall from his tongue. He said words in reply to what she had said before and to her question of how she wanted her.

" I see you that I desire, not only what can give me easier for a night but "you". No matter what you say or deny I do not mind. I could care less of a reject. But I Baxter Karvichi am putting myself in front of you. I would say a simple fuck would be in order for tonight. But my lady, I would like to ask to be at your service...for pleasurable acts or anything else that you require of me. I do not care who else you may sleep around with. But I only ask to be yours, and I absolutely don't mind sharing." he said with a small smirk and a spark in his amethyst eyes.

" I do say even if you deny me I'll be at your service for tonight if you only want me for now. So, my lady, may I mount you this fine night? " he said

Baxter stood there with total confidence and no care at all to what she said. He didn't care about a reject to either f his propositions. At least he tried. There was ways someone else to go fuck but Medusa was different. And he admitted e quite liked her. So standing there displaying all to be seen he looked straight into her eyes, not breaking their meeting gazes. He would stand there when she agreed or denied whatever he had said. So he waited on her, and wait would he do.

" Tonight it is not what I want but what you want. It's all about you Medusa." he said while throwing in a small charming smile.

She knew not what to do with this man, who put himself before her and wished to please her. Was she so gifted in the art of manipulation, or had she merely stumbled upon an interesting sort of character? She knew not which, but perhaps time would reveal to her. He spoke such sweet things to her, things which did not necessarily affect her, but she thought him intriguing for speaking them. He was at her service, and as soon as he had spoken the words the serpent had decided she would hold him to it. She knew not if he was a man of his word, but she supposed that would be seen. ?I am going to take a pack, and you will follow me," she told him, the determination in her voice leaving little up for bargain.
What did she want of him? Something rough? Did she wish to pin him down and do what she would? No, tonight she would settle for something vanilla, because to Medusa vanilla had become exotic. ?Take me,? she purred, a demand that fell from her lips. The serpent would move slowly forwards, grace and poise obvious in eat footstep, stopping when her rear sat in front of the male. ?Make me forget my name, my sweet,? she crooned, the slightest hint of possession in her voice. He was her possession; she would share him if he wished, but she would bind him with his words, string him up by his promise. He was no Jupiter to her; he was not the sun without which she would pass, he did not have her love. No, he had her ownership, and he could have her body and her camaraderie.
She looked over her shoulder, moonlit-colored eyes tempting him, hoping to pull him forwards to mount her. Medusa was ready, and she didn?t doubt that Baxter was just as eager.

A smirk seemed set on the russet and tan brute's maw. He stood before this fair dame Medusa and awaited and awaited an answer. He felt like a snake suddenly slithering into her life. He would stand beside her though if she wished. Baxter averted his amethyst gaze to the sky. He looked at the stars as they shone in the sky. His tail swayed behind him as he perked up his light tan and white ears. They waited for her words to drop from her tongue and fall from her lips. Her voice of a Siren, her eyes captivating his own. And finally did the show start...it was glorious. Her words fell and he never broke their meeting gaze. She told him she would take a pack and he would follow her. With a grunt of agreement he nodded.

I shall follow, and I shall stand under you on your right side as you sit atop your throne." he said in a gruff yet silky voice.

Baxter Karvichi would follow her but he wouldn't be completely hers. He said he would be under her service...so shall he be. Tall and with his shoulders back did the man stand. He also awaited for her second reply, her next symphony. Her music to his ears so to say. So did they come; a short spurt of words before another. She told him to take him in a commanding tone. With that the smirk turned into a devious smile. Amethyst eyes settled on her bodice as she shifted for him. When she seems to be settled he waited a moment for her to say more, she did. More words that he took as a serious command even thought she probably didn't mean it as so. She told him to make her forget her name as she called him her sweet. Baxter knew that would be impossible but maybe possible for a few moments. He would deliver her to an state of ecstasy if she demanded it as so. With determination in his eyes the male took those few final steps forward and went up into his hind legs.
Gently yet rough enough he wrapped his forelegs around her and began. With adrenaline coursing through his veins Baxter would go with her to paradise as would he be the deliverer.

"It shall be done as m'lady wishes it to be so.

-fade to black-

OOC:ignore phone post errors