You could be my silver spring
Set after joining Hellborn. Mature due to fight.
The sound of the water falling from the rocks to land in the recess below drowned out the noise the brute made as he stalked the woman. His tail lashing up in a dominance stance, surprised as she wouldn't spot the dull mocha brute. His golden pools locking onto her. Watching and waiting for his time to come out. Making his presence known.
The snap of a twig, shuffling of dead undergrowth made her ears flick to the side. Probably a bear, but still something she did not want to come across out in the wooded area, knowing that they would be out and about. Mae would give a light growl as a warning. "Who's there?" Her vocals still friendly, but cautious.
Did she really want to see him? His face scarred from old battles and fights. He appeared before her quickly but dead silently, his ears against his skull. His fur bristled on end making himself appear much bigger than he was to the smaller sized woman. "Are you sure?" His voice cold, with drawn of emotions.
Every fur stood on end as he appeared. Mae growled, not liking the sight before her. She didn't care to fight, but every bone in her body told her she would. Thats when the masculine threw himself into the younger woman. Causing her too loose her balance only for a moment. A moment that she lost, but regained quickly.
Mae charged after this masculine, baring her fangs and snapping at his snout. Ears laced tightly against her skull. A loud growl almost like thunder rumbled out from the male, he meant her with brute force his snout being torn from being met with her own teeth.
Quickly Mae found herself flanking him, circling around him trying to get to his hind legs and rip them out from under him. Maybe that was her first mess up. Although she was faster, he was bigger.
He reached just in time to grab the woman by her back leg, ripping and throwing her into one of the trees near by. His face bloodied from the reopened scars, staining the ground below him, moving towards this new little prize. Climbing up over her, he would snap his jowls in Mae's face. Giving her not enough room to squirm out.
Mae would kick ruthlessly at his torso, wiggling and biting at his paws and legs. She was in pain, but ignored it for the fact her life currently depended on it. She didn't know what this male was able to do. What would happen? Mae wanted to drift away, allow this brute the victory. She was still too young to understand the dangers.
She found her moment, he bared his throat at her, Mae grabbed. Shaking her head quickly, he moved off from her, Mae was able to catch some breath, spitting the tang of the blood to the ground, eyes flaring wide at this stranger. Baring her teeth as blood dripped down over her lips.
Mae would try to get up, to stand her ground. Her back ached, her hind leg torn as a loud whine leaves her throat. Thoughts wandering to were Reaper and the others were, if they wondered were she wandered off too.
When he arrived he came up on loosing battle. Mae was standing, injured, against a lone brown male. The make was bleeding, she was bleeding. She was bleeding. Mae was bleeding. Bleeding. Something in Reaper snapped. What would usually be a calm rational mind flipped a much darker switch. Immediately the Bloodjaw would charge in towards the lone male. He let out a rippling snarl, loud and animalistic, as he lunged himself at the lone wolf. His maws sought the scruff of the male and obtained it effortlessly, thanks to Mae distracting the male. He gripped it with full force, blood pouring from how hard his grasp was. Reaper pulled back with full force, dragging the male with him as he forced the brute to the ground.
Reaper's paws slammed down on the chest of the male and he let out another loud snarl. His eyes were wide with rage. All he felt was rage. Boiling, spilling over. He wanted this would dead. He took a paw and slammed it against the face of the male in a harsh slam, forcing their head sideways and down onto the ground. "I will tear out that foolish throat of yours!" Reaper screamed with rage, his gaze cold as he held the wolf down. He could feel them kicking and struggle beneath him but to no avail. The Bloodjaw had a better stance and weight on them. Reaper took now time in biting down on the throat of the wolf and shaking violently. Blood poured form the bite as the wound only grew deeper and deeper the more he thrashed. He could taste the warm blood pouring into his maws. He drank in it reveling in it. It almost tasted...good.
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
Ears twisted as the brute would once more advance to Mae until being tackled down by Reaper. Trying to get the ivory faced brute from himself. Jaws snapping open and closed quickly. Only to be tossled around together. A fight of dominance.
The rogue wasn't on his a game and he realized this. Things went into veiw with Mae, shock made her eyes widen. Reaper was here. A battle of being alert and then slipping more to sleep. Everything seemed hazey, clouded for the female. A whine, soft but painfilled was released. Confusion but keeping her attention the best she could on the water that poured.
All she known is she wanted sleep, a concussion? Maybe when she was slammed to the ground? She rose up slowly only to stumble back off onto her side, laying her skull upon her paws.
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
Mae known he was there, she smelt him and felt him. The battle came to a end as she watched as best as she could. Soon feeling his own muzzle give a gentle nudge, Mae opened her eyes. Allowing them to lock with his own, wanting sleep she swayed her tail. She had to fight the state of drifting in to unconsciousness. His words holding her onto reality.
Soon he helped her to her paws, only to stumble over and rise back up only to once more stumble over, it wasn't going to be the way she was going to be. She wasn't weak. Using his weight to lean against. After a few tries she finally stood there. "I'm awake darling" Her voice slightly hazed from growing tired, but fighting more to stay awake.
Leaning against him and allowing him to lead her. Why was she stupid and wandering off without him knowing? Allowing something like this to happen.
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
She turned to Mollach and Reaper, her vocals shakey. Which she known but honestly didn't take notice too, until she felt dizzy and moved against Reaper. Resting her head upon his shoulders, trusting him to take her were home was or in her mind if they had a home. All she wanted was sleep. Although they both known is it was not time for her to sleep yet, not like this.
"Bee pollen and chamomile.." Her voice raspy as she spoke, knowing she would have to grow more focused and get rid of the nausia that came with it. She wasn't really worried about the wounds, but more so the damn dizziness that came along with having a concussion.
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
Replaying his words within her mind, before nothing. Before the silence wrapped around them both like a blanket, her tail curling against him as the young woman felt safe enough to sleep with Reaper beside her.
-exit Mae-
-Exit Reaper due to sleep-
Reaper also ALWAYS smells of dead, rotten, corpses. He rolls in them daily to preserve his signature scent.
Reaper's voice claim is Stolas from Helluva Boss.
Mae Torres may enter any of Reaper's threads at any given time.
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