Lurid very rarely got time to spend with Requiem now that they had Mirovis up and running. There were some things that were worth making time for, and he was definitely worth it. Searching for her husband, Lurid smiled when she found him polishing his weapons in their room. "You are a true artist, my love." She said before coming in to give him a gentle headbutt and then a kiss on his nose. Sidling up beside him, Lurid laid herself where her whole body would be touching his in a caress that would bring chills. "You want to go hunting with me?" Lurid didn't mean for regular prey either, she was in for something that was much more challenging.

T here was an almost melodic quality to the gentle rasp of the whetstone as Requiem ran it down the length of his blades, honing them to an unbelievable sharpness and deadliness. He paused momentarily to admire the way his blades shone, catching his own reflection in the mirror-like surface with a proud grin. The voice of his beloved from behind him making his grin shift from one of pride to enamored as he turned the blade slightly to watch Lurid reflected in the steel as she came closer to him. "An artist is only as good as his tools, my beauty," he remarked, leaning into his goddess' gentle nudge before returning her kiss, savoring the way her affections left tingles on his lips and her taste just tantalizingly sampled on his mouth. Lurid's svelte body caressing into his felt lovely, and Req was eager to lean his toned form back into hers, the two wolves perfect physical representations of the peak male and female forms—veritable gods come to earth.

L urid's offer to go on a hunt perked the red devil's ears, and a grim, knowing smirk crossed his chiseled features. He knew exactly what Lurid was referring to, and he was keenly interested. "Semper, sponsa mea," replied the brute in deep baritones punctuated with a dark chuckle. Setting his knife down on the workbench, Requiem picked up his hunting knife from the rack of blades on the wall and slid it smoothly into his shoulder holster with a bit of showman's flair, twirling it around his digits before stowing it home. "Did you have a particular mark in mind, or are we seeing what the day brings us?"


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She smiled as he accepted her invitation, her tail giving a rare childlike wave as a delighted giggle bubbled up from her throat. "Nothing specific, if we like the look of someone we take them." Her joy was unmistakable, and she kissed him senseless before turning on a dime and moving through the halls like a wraith. Once outside she waited for Requiem to catch up to her, not that she would have to wait long. She knew he would be on his paws and after her like smoke on fire, something that delighted and thrilled her to no end. He brought his blades, which he would need because Lurid planned to skin the poor unfortunate soul that was unlucky enough to be out in this hell.

OOC: These will get better.

T he lyrical sounds of Lurid’s giddy giggles made the red devil’s black heart flutter in his chest. He grinned at her, only to be suddenly smothered in luscious kisses that send him into sheer bliss. He kissed her back equally as fervently, her taste lingering on his lips when she retreated to lead him away into the northern tundras to hunt their prey. "I’m liking the looks of someone right now… Perhaps I should take her then," he teased his ethereal queen with a playful nip at her thigh, lecherous bastard that he was. Lurid rushed through the halls like a ghost, and Requiem was right behind her, paws thrumming almost silently like the phantom steps of a wraith as he worked his way out of the ship.

O nce out in the pleasant weather of the summertime north, he maneuvered himself to join Lurid at her side, allowing the trim muscles of his side to brush ever so temptingly against hers while they set out. "By your lead, my love," he spoke in purring tones, gesturing for her to set their pace and begin their hunt in proper, a sinister grin painted across his blood red muzzle.


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