Lurid Amarix

During her explorations, Lurid often went places that would be too dangerous for Kichi to follow, this was one of those days. She had left him with Ilyn watching over him and as she moved eastward, Lurid knew he would be safe. There was so much to learn about this new land, and she felt as though it took her years to simply discover the northern territories. She didn't mind, but now she moved toward the east, wondering what lay on this side of the continent. Skirting the foot of the mountain, Lurid would look up every so often, watching birds dip up into the clouds at the mountain top. Smiling to herself, the wicked woman found her way up to the entrance of a cave that she had discovered the day before. Not knowing what was in there, she waited until the morning to come and take a look.

White paws carried her toward the crypt, though she had no knowledge that it was in fact dead storage. She could smell mildew from old wrappings and the dry scent of bone was heavy in the air, but the dead wouldn't give up the secret of their species. Pressing further in, the scent of wolf began to grow in her nostrils and her head tilted with curiosity. There was another wolf here somewhere, and if they were brave enough to adventure through the tunnels and catacombs of the crypt, then Lurid definitely wanted to meet them. Of course, she knew what kind of creature stalked about in crypts, and she grew even more curious at the thought of finally bumping into another monster. The moonlit goddess moved with all the confidence of a slowly drifting continent through the darkened tunnels and even into the vaults. Something about the cave system, the bones and skulls lining the walls, and the fact that getting lost would be painfully easy, made Lurid remember her home. She missed the caves of Mirovis, the security, the populace of her old pack. Her tyrant of a father would have loved this place and would have sought to claim it, Lurid found she quite liked the place as well.

Further and further she moved, making sure to leave her scent on the paths she moved down, rubbing her thick coat along the primal faces of an ancient species to leave a solid trail that wouldn't fade. She would not be another pile of wolven bone laying in some tunnel, she knew how to navigate cave systems, knew how to find her way to the outside again. All the while, the scent of a lone male grew stronger and stronger. While she had been preoccupied with Kichi, it was her heat season. Lurid wasn't about to have pups of her own blood and flesh just yet, she would wait until her empire was born. Lurid followed the blood-scented trail as she wandered through and studied the bones of the crypt like a tourist on vacation, looking over every detail she could discern in the darkness. The light had long faded from the outside, but there was barely enough to make out shapes in the dark, she knew she could still be seen with her lightly colored pelt. With enough time, her eyes would adjust, progress would be slow in the meantime, however. Was that wolf even still here?

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Note: Blech, I suck at starters XDDD

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Kefka had wandered into the crypt looking for one thing, some kind of herb to help his healing genital region or at least something he could take down for the pain. But sadly he knew almost nothing about herbs. Agria's knowledge was close to none but she knew little to heal small scrapes and scratches if their spars became too aggressive and an accident happened. But as he wandered inside the tomb, it was clear to him rather quickly that he had come here for no reason other than to check out old carcasses and probably get lost inside. But he wasn't entirely dumb, he knew he could find his way out of the crypt when the time came. Lately he had been getting a little more relaxed leaving Agria. He had wandered Boreas for the last three years or so beside her and knew that she knew there was no where to hide if she chose to run. He still tried to keep out of the northern and western lands though as if to keep a perimeter around her. He wasn't too worried about her escaping anymore though. The scent of a dame's heat was hard for him to ignore as she grew closer and the heat wafted throughout the tunnels. His balls ached to the instinctual thought of mounting whoever was lurking inside too from his most recent maim, and he quickly tried to hold in his most powerful urges. But none-the-less went searching for the woman. Besides, he could always creep up on her another day when the skin around his sheath healed. Maybe she'd be more cooperative than Hanako. Through the darkness he could spy at the end of another tunnel the light fae, and he was sure she was aware of his presence on the other side as well. He would only wait for her to approach him or rather scurry away into the caverns. Either way, there was really no loss for him at this time. Walk "Talk" Think

Lurid Amarix

Company in the crypts had not been expected, and Lurid found something of a grin on her face at the prospect that the stranger was wounded. She wasn't opposed to opportunity when it struck, and she was known to hunt and eat her own kind from time to time. Kichi kept her diet mostly tame, but she had grown up in a place where cannibalism was normal. Usually, she reserved the degradation for the bodies of her enemies or hard times, but...cravings were what they were. It still wasn't wise to hunt in the open, but...this wasn't out in the open. As she moved further into the darkness, the scent of blood-laced male grew stronger, teasing her senses and her body. She could barely make him out in the darkness, but the brightness of his own body helped her. In the darkness, her eyes were more lavender than white, but they retained their holographic nature as they flashed over his frame. Slightly shorter than herself, but he carried himself well, even with whatever injury obviously plagued him. Where it was located could not be discerned from her position, which was still a good length away as he stood at one end of the tunnel and she stood at the other.

Lurid had never known fear and was not one who would run and hide like a rabbit. Instead, her impressive yet feminine frame would move forward, her paws silent as always, not even a whisper of an approach. It would be easy to mistake her for a spirit, her ghostly form seeming almost liquid in her motions as she carried herself proudly down the dark passage. When she was a respectful distance away, curiosity clearly on her ethereal features as she watched him. His coat appealed to her, and now that she was closer, she could see more of him. Sculpted, good-looking, and definitely eye-catching even in the oppressive darkness, the demoness would look him over and then speak. "That is the most pleasant cologne I have ever had the pleasure of following..." Her greeting was dark, her meaning was even darker. She spoke of course of the blood scent that still hung on him, it made her mouth water, and she could tell it was his own. In the lighter parts of his undercarriage, she could see the evidence of a rather serious wound in an unfortunate area of his anatomy. Reclining at her respectful distance, Lurid gave him another look over and mulled over where she would take this interaction, waiting to see his reaction to her words in the meantime.

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Note: :o

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She carried herself like a goddess towards him, and her lack of fear he could admit was impressive. He felt a bit of tension as she danced over to him, and he could only stand there to watch. His expression quite keen on how he was feeling, mesmerized by a beautiful woman who he wasn't even sure was real at this point. Maybe a ghost of one of the dead things he passed along the way in here. He wouldn't catch on to his cologne being that of his blood, though it didn't really matter to him. The smell of blood or his own rosy musk was both a compliment from the woman. "Follow?" He questioned though with a sarcastic, partially joking tone. "It wouldn't be wise to stalk your predator." In whatever way she would take it was how he meant it. Because he was a predator to beautiful and naive women, not to say she was naive. His paws moved forward to her, still tension probably enough for her to feel off of his steaming form. He tried hard not to inhale her scent deeply as he held back mostly because of the pain he knew he'd endure and that pain was already constantly reminding him to not get too excited. "Usually beautiful women run at that sight of me, have to say I'm quite impressed you managed to draw yourself to me instead." He had a slight menacing grin on his maw, though not intended to make her feel fear. It was just a natural expression of the clown man and he certainly didn't mean to offend anyone with it. He only moved as if to circle her body in the tight space, but stopping a fair distance from her and with their shoulders lined up. He was only getting a better view, admiring her almost glowing fur and slim frame. He was certainly cussing internally at Azure for having his ego bruised by Kefka attempting to take his "lady friend". Walk "Talk" Think

Lurid Amarix

Responses came smoothly from the male, ones that she hadn't expected. Predator? She hadn't had any predators since she was a pup, and then she only had to watch out for her father. Had she shown any weakness she would have been taken from this realm and left to be sorted with the other lost souls looking to come back to the mortal plane. Predator, predator... The word circled in her calculative mind, bringing a rather odd-looking, half-grin, and partly a flashing of pearly teeth. While she reclined, curling her tail elegantly about her paws - ever the epitome of grace and regal air - her dual-toned vocals echoed off the bones of the tunnel walls, their long empty eye sockets all seeming to watch this dance of monsters. With a small laugh, the dark woman responded as he approached, "Have I been stalking my predator? Seems to me that would make the hunter...hunted." As he drew closer, Lurid took the time to study him more, noticing the other recent battle wounds he had acquired. Her eyes lingered on the rippling muscles of his shoulders, and the tip of her tail twitched between her front paws, the motion hidden except to the most observant.

It wasn't often that Lurid found herself attracted to anyone, so focused on her own goals that she barely wanted to take her eyes off her goal. This one...something felt dangerous and it thrilled her. His next remark could have been a veiled threat, but she would welcome him to try whatever he liked. He was in no condition to fight her, and the predator in her knew as much. Something in the way he grinned at her brought goosebumps along her skin and made her pupils dilate further in the darkened space, making the holographic lavender of her eyes only slivers of color around them. Again, dual vocals rose in response, "I was born in the dark, I have no reason to fear what lurks in the shadows." The hallway would echo with her words, and her own wicked grin would alight her perfectly crafted face. She eyed him as he stood beside her, taking the moment to appreciate his frame and coloring. Her eyes landing immediately on the brindled pattern of his fur, the colors, and what lay beneath. With the pathway behind him now open, Lurid took the moment to stand and slowly sashay her way deeper into the crypts, brushing her right side along the walls and the faces of the dead to keep her trail going. Would he dance with the devil, even if he was so grievously wounded?

With an alluring gait, the woman said to follow her without words, if he dared to. The labyrinth of her mind was already fast at work, deciding what to do with such a specimen. A plan formulated, and a secret smile formed on her face as she looked to see if he did trail along behind her. Her strides would easily put a fair distance between them, perhaps even enough that she might fade from sight entirely, her steps inaudible as she went. Only a devilish peel of soft laughter would be heard, in that haunting dual-toned timbre, echoing hauntingly up and down the crypt halls.

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Note: HE'S PERFECT!!

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If that's how she felt, Kefka wouldn't argue. He could tell this dame wasn't like other woman, or other women he had met. He knew Agria had a few screws loose but he could never imagine his mother as angelic as this. Angelic having a much different meaning to Kefka than others. Was it possible that calling the glimmering woman angelic would have been offensive to her? He raised a brow and cocked his head to the side slightly as she mentioned being born from the dark. He observed her head to tail as if surprised by her remark. "You came from the dark?" A slight bit of sarcasm of course, "Well that seems a bit deceiving, doesn't it?" His body stepped back to face her more but she would begin to go off into the tunnels, a haunting laugh behind her. He wouldn't really hesitate to follow behind, his body if even a foot away from her as they trailed along the catacombs. A deep inhale gave him a silent groan as he took in her intoxicating heat. It wasn't just the heat that got him though, it was her behavior. And little did he know that he was acting much as his father would have. Or rather, he was holding back his instinctual Kaine. "Damn, you are making me ache." He admitted with no shame, his clownish grin more a menacing sneer as he was teased by his adulterous urges. "Am I sure you are even real?" Walk "Talk" Think

Lurid Amarix

Sarcasm on any other tongue in her direction would have been met with a fierce reminder of why she should be treated with respect, but the male seemed unable to help his tone, and Lurid would give him a pass. Instead, a slightly menacing smile was given to him, showing the male she was entertained, but dangerous. "Does the moon not hang in the darkened sky? Was she not born in darkness?" She gave the question as rhetoric as she passed by, not truly expecting a response but leaving it open for one. There was no hardly a moment between her moving down the tunnels and him following, the decision pleasing to the demonic witch. She said nothing for a long while, simply leading him further into the catacombs. She didn't overlook how close he stayed either, and would only admit to herself that the sensation was thrilling. There was almost a silent threat in the way he sauntered behind her, one that brought a hidden smile to the hellish woman's face. Holographic eyes had caught the bright splashes of crimson that stained his lighter undercarriage, the injury location was easily deduced by the moonlight goddess. It was part of the reason she took her current course of action. She wanted the jester male to dream of her after this encounter. Lurid wanted to become the sole thought that occupied every waking and subconscious moment, the dark woman wanted him to crave after her.

Acutely aware of his proximity to her, Lurid could swear she felt his breath on the crystalline hairs of her rump. Then came his admission, so easily the Joker showed his hand, and the ghost felt another wicked grin spread gossamer lips to reveal deadly pearly whites. "I thought you were already aching." She let him know how aware of him she was by pointing out that she had, in fact, noticed him. Silently, she quickened her pace in the dark, flicking her tail with a flourish as it rose to its natural position over her hips. With any luck, the male would catch that she was pulling ahead and also speed up to keep pace. Her small game of chase would be brief, before she suddenly slowed her pace enough to almost consider it a full stop, curling her luxurious tail to her left. Keeping enough momentum to brace herself for what would be an inevitable collision from his chest to her rump, it was so smooth it could be counted as an accident. The coy way she peered over her shoulder in the darkness at Kefka would immediately tell him otherwise. If she was successful in her collision attempt, the male would be wearing her own signature perfume and with a small bubble of laughter from the witch as she continued to walk. "Am I corporeal to you now?" She asked with the same sarcasm in her tone he often gave.

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Note: <3!

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She had a point. The moon was as glittery as her, but still Kefka couldn't imagine the she was born through darkness and evil as he was. Not that he really had a choice, or perhaps it was the upbringing Agria strung him through and his resentment of her taking him away from the empire. What she didn't know is that she made him worse. Kaine could have handled him much better or if anything led his intentions in a better direction. And yet his growing feeling of power and superiority continued to fester through the unknown death of his father. He wouldn't reply as Lurid took off into a trot, their massive paws almost mimicking each other in their strides and he still couldn't help but think it was a dance they were continuing. Instead of focusing on her beauty or heat he focused more on the path she was choosing and what laid ahead and under his paws. And to his surprise he'd be interrupted by her hips and rump in a thud against his chest. He took just a step back, his head shook to the impact. But she would be greeted by a friendly coo as he raised his gaze to hers, "Now that's not fair," He shook his head as if to tsk, "Though I guess I could believe you aren't a phantom that resides in the catacombs. Guess I'll have to risk leaving then." Though he wouldn't turn to leave or anything, it was just a joke to say that once he exited the animal grave she might just waste away into the walls. He knew though that she was in fact real, but still in awe by her behavior. And disappointment to her vanishing could be heard through his voice. Walk "Talk" Think

Laughter bubbled up in her dual-toned voice, echoing once more in macabre fashion off the faces of the dead that lined the halls of the crypt. His response to her was a good one, entertaining at the very least, and very telling. The tight leash of pain held the man back, it could be seen in the tension around his eyes, the stiff way he moved. "Sounds as though you would be bereft if I left, just faded from existence." She hinted that she had in fact picked up the tone of disappointment at his own thoughts. "You may find leaving fun..." It would indeed be entertaining, while she had moved further into the catacombs, Lurid had made sure to keep track of her twists and turns as she made a mental map for her way out. Would the male have done the same? Lurid hoped he was lost, that he had neglected to keep his focus on the rights and lefts of the crypt and the deadly goddess's movements. He would have to depend on her to get out. If he had become lost, Lurid would wager he wouldn't be one to openly admit such things. Her gait slowed only when they reached the large cairn in the midst of the catacombs, the spacious room even giving enough light so that they could better see one another. Lurid let her crystalline coat shimmer in the light of the full moon, knowing full well what effect her dazzling coat could have. If Kefka had followed her here, she would turn to face him fully, positively radiant in her splendor. Holographic lavender gaze studied the male, taking in the rugged handsomeness that made his sculpted face. His colors were extraordinary, though Lurid was becoming more accustomed to these bright Borean creatures. He was a few inches shorter than her, but then, not many wolves could boast her size or even taller. What dazzled her most was the inky abyss of his eyes. The darkness of his gaze was a stark contrast to the shifting lavender rainbow of her own gaze, and it took her aback for a moment. "Mmm...you are a handsome one, I will give you that." Her double vocals were smooth, but powerful, exuding confidence. She would move closer to him, the scent of his blood nearly bringing the cannibal within her to the surface. He made her hungry in several ways, and the demoness wondered if he would let her help him clean up a bit. Just a tiny taste of him, that was all she needed and she could be gone like the ghost she truly was.

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It was true that her simply fading would be quite the disappointment, and just as she held no mask to her own face and feelings, Kefka was the same. "I'm afraid what you say is true, and unfortunately if you are entirely real I can't say I would be able to quench my thirst outside this grave." The thought of even getting up was painful, and he was in an ongoing amount of pain as he followed her through the maze of tunnels. Though he wasn't keeping track of his venture inside he had no worry that he would be lost like one of these dead things. And he surely didn't think he would need the help of the goddess, at least finding an escape of the deadly maze. She pulled him into a larger space with the moon shining down on them and making them more visible. Her glittering coat more entrancing under the shimmer of the moonlight and he still looked at her with a longing for more of their encounter. And not only a fuck and run, but he wanted her after and the whole package. Everything about her fascinated him, probably because he had never met a woman quite like her or any wolf for that matter. "Oh, I'm quite aware." He responded to her compliment, letting her close the distance between them though not pushing on to give her any kind of gentleman like attention. If she wanted it, he wouldn't refuse but he wasn't necessarily the romantic type though romantic probably held a different meaning to her. Instead he would reach his nose out and attempt to gently, yet roughly, take hold of her shoulder. And in the same amount of slowness and quickness drag a tooth down her back and hips before releasing to put his chest against her slightly taller rump. There wasn't hesitation but he wouldn't necessarily just leap onto her getting the sense that she was just as wicked and maniacal as he was. But would she refuse him, he wouldn't fight back. Only still chase her with the same anticipation that he gave her the entire trail of the crypt. "And you are a beautiful enchantress." He'd suffer through the pain if he had to, it was a different kind of hurtful pleasure not that it was something he wanted to make a habit of. He was naturally rough anyway so perhaps he deserved the pain he intended to go through. If only Azure could feel it the way he did. Too bad to brute was too young to do so anyway. -Fade if allowed xD- Walk "Talk" Think

Lurid Amarix

It was with a smile that the demonic goddess led him into the wider, subterranean mausoleum; fully aware of what kind of pain the masked jester was in to follow her. It was something of a signature of hers when dealing with particularly annoying enemies. To think of the pink man's injury now made her smile, she would wager that every step he took pained him, burned in such horrible ways that they could be mistaken for pleasure. Lurid had only ever let herself get close to the edge once, and only once. It was a vow she made with herself to wait until she had her pack settled and her empire up and going. There was a change coming, though, Lurid could feel it in her bones, and the thought gave her chills. Those ivory brindle ears had accidentally turned the dark stranger out, but the nearing footfalls reached them as he reached out.

Lurid eyed the stranger just before he made his bold move to touch her before she ever announced her intentions with him. If he thought her to be another simple Jezebelle to simply stand for any wolf, he was about to meet a fate far worse than death. Her white and lavender holographic gaze locked onto the abysmal black jet of his own, a snarl forming on her delicate and painfully beautiful face. Just as his lips graced the crystalline tips of her fur, Lurid snapped her head around like a flash of white lightning and spun her bodice to follow. Moon touched lips curled in her displeasure, revealing deadly sharp and well cared for canines that had no doubt killed more wolves than he had. A deep, guttural, duo-toned growl that was hellish to behold emanated from within her chest, reverberating in the cavernous room. Her teeth clacked just shy of the painted man's face, a warning, a threat, a deadly promise. "Do not touch me without my consent!" She spat the words at him, on a growl, as there was no need to raise her voice.

The moonshine empress did not want to harm a potential follower, so she made her point clear. Planting her tempting haunches firmly on the ground beneath her, she sheathed her fangs and returned her glistening hackles to their relaxed position slowly. Making sure to clear her throat as she regained her composure. Acting as though he hadn't just attempted to mount her like she was a common brothel worker, Lurid looked at the man with a softer gaze. "Forgive me if I made you think otherwise, but I don't think you are even in a state to be attempting anything." She was unafraid of his reaction to her earlier outburst, instead, she made it seem as though she was rash for his sake. Curling her tail about her feet, she gave him a look that said she would defend herself if it was necessary, but he was already at a disadvantage.

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Note: XD So ...not a bad roll, not a great one, but that could have been worse XD <3!

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Her growls and snarls were exhilarating to him, and especially the lack of permission given. But as Lurid would become more and more agitated to a point she actually did threaten his well being, Kefka would back down. Though instead of having an angry or offended look like any one else would he had his natural clown croon as he gave her a side eye. "What a tease." Though he wasn't intending to offend her even more. She was however quite misleading dragging him all the way around the catacombs, shoving her intoxicating heat rump in his face, and just overall looking beautiful and magnificent. Which well, she couldn't help two out of those three things. But she couldn't be that mad for the game she played and what she risked. He'd go to move around her, back the way they came. "Guess we should leave then. Care if I escort you?" Eh, maybe a bit cocky or confident. More like he would act like a body guard or something, not that she needed it. Though he didn't really have the intention of following the mystical woman to the ends of the earth, she was rather attractive in more ways than one. And he couldn't deny he was drawn to her presence and overall being. She wouldn't want him though? Fine. Perhaps nothing to lose. But he was growing rather old of the thought that no one wanted to lay with him. Scarred dick or not. It was disgusting for him even to think that Agria was his only recent lay. Walk "Talk" Think

Lurid had not expected the male to respond the way he had, she had expected a fight or his own snapping teeth meeting hers. It would have been fully for him to behave in such a base manner before the moonlit goddess. Genuine, bubbling, duo-toned laughter filled the cavernous room, 'What a tease.'  He'd half-jested, giving Lurid a smile even as she responded. "More of a tease than a male with a fresh wound to his equipment?" Her porcelain head cocked to the side, "If you wish to escort me, I will not stop you. But, I want you to listen to...an idea I have had rolling around in my mind for quite some time. And, well, you seem to be just the sort of wolf I would need to help me."

She waited before she moved to leave the catacombs with him, those white and lavender holographic eyes locking with his own dark gaze with a piercing stare. It was not an aggressive look, more the stare of someone fully expecting an answer. She would need wolves like this one, those who seemed lost with no direction or understanding of themselves. The ones who hid monsters beneath their skin, the demons who didn't fit in, those who would be otherwise considered taboo and asked to hide their true selves. As long as they got along with each other, that would be the real trick in the beginning. Lurid wondered if the male would even be willing to help her in her endeavor, but she hoped so.

"Some things are worth paining through." It may have been honest but his true intentions hard to read. Though an intelligent woman like Lurid may have been able to look through his facade and mask. Was it the sex or the goddess? He couldn't tell himself. Perhaps she put a spell on him without him knowing it. Her offer to listen sounded quite boring to him. And he wasn't entirely sure about tying himself down somewhere in the long run. The only thing he truly wanted was to be brought back to the Abraxas and starting over there. But the more he thought of it, the more he wasn't sure if it was right for him specifically. Had Agria taking him from the empire tainted him? "Well, I'm flattered. I'm needed?" He'd start to walk back the way they came, expecting her to follow. Though he wasn't physically showing, he was keeping rack of her scent on the walls that she had rubbed on. Though it may have looked like he just magically knew the way back, he was secretly just keeping track of where the enchantress had been and she could have known that easily. Their time together fading in the thought of seduction and lust. And secretly, Kefka couldn't wait to escape the catacombs and head back home from her deceiving manor. Walk "Talk" Think