On the ivory marked amazon marched, her dark paws carrying her regal form over the long abandoned battlefield. Strange items, smelling of rusting iron and decay littered the ground at her royal feet. This place continued to distract her from her goal, every few meters her magenta gaze found another piece to investigate. She perked her head again after losing interest in a dissolving block of scrap metal.

Now that she had gotten her paws underneath her and left the once great Empire of the Klein she was eager to rebuild. Impatience tickled her toes, and frustration prickled her skin. She longed to lay her gaze upon the rightful heir once more, to be his wing to prop him up into greatness. The woman’s decorated paw dug at the ground in frustration instead of curiosity, alarmed that she had yet to make progress in her task.

Her ivory tail lashed in annoyance as she brought her gaze back to the sky. She grit her teeth, knowing that this challenge would only make her strong. Make her more appreciative when she finally succeeded. Then the real work would begin. She deflated a bit as her paws started treading the earth again. Mismatched ears swiveled around her as she kept her eyes peeled, instead of avoiding the locals she had immersed herself. Asking of her blood of all of them, but none had news yet. Of course she hadn’t given up hope yet, and told herself maybe the next one would have the information she needed.

lücien

What if I was wrong and no one cared to mention

They slasheds at him with betrayal and he swore to parry with his vengeance. It was like time stood still for him, muscles would ripple with each calculated step as the Fallen King wondered the earth; the ebon shadow being his only companion in his quest for revenge. A shiver of pleasure ran downhis spine at the thought alone however he has been more stone than lupine from the moment the knife pierces his back. Alone. That is what he had. Alone protected him, anything else would just slow him down and become a liability; he could not risk it. Not now, not when he was getting closer to them. That feeling of solitude has dominated the luciferian King heart, clinging every thread, catching them. The betrayals of the people he loved the most or so he thought, left his heart abandoned, but live there the cobwebs billow like curtains inside his heart and mind. His pace would lessen before he came to a full halt in the middle of the field. Crimson gaze scanning the area wth unmoving, hollow eyes as he took in the scenery before him of metal and waste. Eerie objects that he never laid eyes upon could be found, some out in the open, some burried in the ground but whatever this place was, the luciferian king could sense the anguish that took place in this time forgotten land.   Speech

The royal frame of the princess graced the decrepit lands, though there may have been something of interest out here. The only piece she found that held her attention for more than a few blinks was the monster before her now. Delicate paws halted before the hulking frame, as her thin bodice coiled beneath it. With one fluid movement the ivory stained she wolf scaled its height. The top was relatively flat, and she balanced easily as her magenta stare look out over the horizon.

A vantage point, and none too soon. Deathbelle was quick to spot the stranger a long ways down the field. She tilted her head curiously as she peered at him and his brilliant coat. While she was a little biased and believed those of Klein blood were the most beautiful, this man was interesting enough to cause Belle a double take.

To her misfortune his stance told her that he would not be a submissive little servant to be had. More likely he sought to be the one to dominate. Deathbelle had little intention of giving up her height advantage on the tank, and lingered there. She didn’t let her gaze leave him, or hide that she had spotted his large frame.

Lücien Was it solitude he felt earlier? Mayhaps. It was long gone as soon as the luciferian King laid scarlet rubies among the femme fatale. Mm, what do we have here? A woman of eerie beauty and grace, a true flower among all the hay present himself in front of the demon in the forms of a lethal amazonian wolfess. Her pefume, intoxicating, muscles rippling underneath his crimson pelt as he analyzed it, dissected it to pin-point exactly what she was made of and where she roamed. Oh, how he loved it, he lived for it, to dissect other minds to do his own bidding. Plush, coral tongue escaped crimson lips as they wiped along his murderous canines lazily. His pace lessened, calculated steps came to a full half at a respectful distance before heparted his lips to address the amazonian woman, I am blinded by such beauty. suave tones, deep and grave were released by the King, vocal chords almost vibrating in a slow purr. To whom do I owe the pleasure? Confidence radiated through his every pore and that could be shown in his position; tail, high and mighty , dominating towards the cerulean sky only to  be joined by his slender spine to whic his shoulder blades aligned to in order to puff his broad chest and slim waist line. Speech Lord of Destruction, God of Disaster

This fire pelted stranger seemed just as bold as she pegged him as, his gaze didn’t linger far from her at his slow approach. He was calculating, and curious in a hungry way. Were she a less confident she wolf she might have felt nervous in his presence. ”I am blinded by such beauty.” Ah, so he was a charmer. Well she was due for a little bit of flattery. She allowed her grin to widen at his words as she lifted her chin just a tilt. Belle shifted her stance slightly, positioning her limbs subtly to accentuate her perfect curves. ”To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

He stood proudly himself, his athletic body posed with confidence. This stranger seemed to have the whole package, looks, manners, intelligence. There had to be a flaw somewhere in his shining armor. Some little evil that if she were not careful he would take full advantage. Like a will-o-wisp, she wanted to follow but to do so meant a grave end.

Still, flirting with danger had its thrills. The she wolf’s ivory tail flashed as did her teeth as she offered a genuine smile. She lowered her head in a slight nod, refusing to bow to one not of Klein lineage. ”Deathbelle Ravage Klein,” She offered the whole of her title to him as she peered at him with lilac colored eyes. ”Who are you, casanova?” Belle’s voice was curious as she winked at him playfully. Flirting with danger indeed.

Lücien Of princes there are few, of men with crowns taken by force there are many. The luciferian man was one of the few, appointed by the universe and the nature Mother Earth bestowed upon him. He was put there to be a light in the darkness, though to shine amid such terror was a hell to him, he was perfect until the moment he wasn't, he was glorified until the moment the bastards took everything that was dear to them and he swore revenge upon his beloved ones grave -- he swore that he will take their last breath. I can have a detour for some time. A smirk grew upon his handsome facade at the ring of her name. It was a tango, the dance that can only be done in pairs and it would seem that the ferocious woman even had death in her name. Beautiful and just as ferocious, I see. he nodded in courtesy for he knew how to make himself liked well enough by both genders. Lücien Sabbath is the name that I carry. he left alone his family name consciously, it would do him no good if anyone would be to tie him with the Ignavios and rat him out ; even announcing hit would bring him nothing but troubles. For a woman to wonder the world alone, a smirk played upon his carmine lips, flames-likes pools locking within hers, aren't you scared of monsters? he baritone of his voice reverberating through his very bones, the low rumble within his broad chest and voice attempted to offer a false and calculated comfort for the female. Speech Lord of Destruction, God of Disaster

The Klein woman watched the fiery behemoth with caution, his smirk captivating her as she gave her name. ”Beautiful and just as ferocious, I see.” He was polite as he was charming as he offered her a quick nod of respect. ”Lücien Sabbath is the name that I carry.” She wasn’t surprised such a man carried a name so close to the devil’s own. Belle perked an eyebrow as he continued. He noted her presence, alone out here in the world at large. She had been taught she was just as competent as any male, she was a warrioress and had no fear of the haunts that lingered in the darkness.

She listened appreciatively to his suave voice as her bell like laugh followed his words. ”It’s the monsters that ought to be afraid of me, dear Lücien” Her own statement was filled with confidence. The training she had undertaken for the majority of her life would be obvious in her well defined muscles and royal stance. Deathbelle looked down at him from her sculpted nose, ”Are you a monster?” Her voice lowered in pitch as she challenged him subtly.

She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but her heart was a flutter and adrenaline pumped heavily through her veins. Encounters like this made her feel alive, made her forget the sorrow that followed her like flies on an old kill. This was how life was supposed to be.

Lücien A small smile played on his lips at the femme words, I guess she gets that a lot . It wasn't what she said though, her words were like vanilla pudding, sweet in their ordinary sort of way, Depends who you ask, darling. it was the richness of his tones – luxurious and warm. Like a baritone in church. It was a voice to sink in as it attempted to wrap you up. Yet, vibrating with power and command like a general overseeing his troops. It was a voice with authority as a kindly laugh shook the ground like a storm. You are not afraid of monsters, that much is clear. he was drewing near now, calculating his steps until he was in front of her before he attempted to circle her luscious frame -- crimson gaze roaming oer her cuves and muscle that might be rippling underneath that dulcet skin. What are you a afraid of? He spoke as if he controled the world, his experience seeping through. Confidence radiated through every fiber of his body and he enjoyed the thrill of the chase ; predator and prey. even though their roles have not yet been established in his mind this was a dangerous game of cat and mouse and oh, how much he loved to play. Speech Lord of Destruction, God of Disaster

Vibrant lilac gaze didn’t leave the massive stranger as he took her in and interpreted her words as he would. His smile was inviting, and played with innocence but Belle could feel the danger coiling beneath the surface. She could all but feel his murderous canines at her flesh. ”Depends who you ask, darling.” His tones were deep and powerful, a reflection of his physical prowess. ”...not afraid of monsters.” He was moving towards her now, slowly so that he might not cause suspicion and cause her to flee. The Klein woman had no doubt he would make chase if she did. She was not afraid.

Deathbelle shifted herself slightly, though hide her defensive stance in the guise of a welcoming one. Keep your enemies close and all. Still unknown were his motivations, but she could make a wild guess that was likely not far from the mark. ”What are you a afraid of?” Lucien the conqueror. He circled around her, making no move to strike yet.

Heavy lidded gaze blinked in mock bashfulness as she followed his movements, unwilling to be taken unawares. ”Captivity,” she whispered softly as she watched his sculpted form shift as he walked. A loss of her freedom would be the most terrible of punishments. ”What about you, fire lord?” She returned the question with amusement.