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Saracyn

"The Rogue Prince"

Elysium
Commander

Master Fighter (300)

Master Hunter (240)

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1134
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
219
player
Joe

Samhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipDouble Master1KPride - BisexualThe Ooze Participant
The Ooze - Variation 1
12-26-2023, 11:48 PM (This post was last modified: 12-26-2023, 11:48 PM by Saracyn. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Though he hadn't always been the nicest of wolves, Saracyn was doing his damnedest to make himself better in the wake of the loss of his children and the growth he had been forced to endure through the trauma. One of those many points of growth was realizing that he was not infallible, not this perfect being his spiritual beliefs had once had him believing. The Ancients had dealt him a savage blow to his ego, reminding him of his mortality, and in that awakening Saracyn was doing his best to atone for the arrogant pride that had brought him to that fall. That included making amends with Scylla and Albion. He hadn't treated them well in his youth and it felt like the right place to start. Scylla had been one of the few wolves to not see him as being lesser for being born male in a female-dominated family. She'd been mostly kind and hell even playful with him if he was honest—not to mention their little tryst after she darted him out in the woods. That night still played in Sara's mind from time to time. And even when all was said and done, she had still chosen to stay in Elysium with her brothers to his family's benefit. Scylla had proven her loyalty tenfold and all he'd repaid her with so far was snark.

The crimson brute had asked Scylla out to join him for a moonlit walk and a bit of wine as a first step to rebuilding a bridge between them. As simple as it was, this was a huge step for Saracyn. Admitting fault and owning his wrongdoings were not things the Mendacium prince had ever been good at, but he was going to try. He wanted to show Scylla he was worth believing in. He arrived at the rendezvous spot amidst the many scattered boulders of the rock garden just before midnight, a bottle of one of the finer wines they'd purchased from the Hallows in his jaws. A full moon hung high in the inky black sky, cascading silver light across the world. Nearby, the dark ocean waves glittered in the moonlight, and a warm late spring breeze rippled through the night. It was all very tranquil and picturesque. Now all he needed to do was wait for the little slate fae to make her appearance.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Warning: Saracyn is a highly mature character. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.

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Scylla

Elysium
Master Warrior

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (270)

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
55
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
157
player
Resin

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
01-17-2024, 06:43 PM

Ava had begged so prettily for Scylla to fuck her brother that the small, blue lady agreed to do just that. Turnabout was fair play, and all that. Avacyn had fucked Albion (In more ways than one) so Scylla was well within her rights to fuck Saracyn. Whether he liked it or not didn't much matter to the Klein fae. She would be even with the Mendacium woman once that was over with. On top of that, if their plan worked, Ava would owe her so, so much.

The plan was for Scylla to meet Saracyn for a walk and a drink. If anyone knew anything about the Klein woman though, it was that plans had a habit of changing. She was about to treat Sara to the same five start treatment that she'd graced Alastor with. One could only hope that the son would be as grateful as the father.

Coming upon Sara, Scylla put a believably worried expression on her pretty little face. "I'm sorry to ruin your plans, but we have a problem." Without waiting for him to question her, Scylla led him off towards the far edge of the rock garden. There, deliberately situation on the border, was a foursome of wolves. All big boys, though only one seemed to have dire height.

Scylla leaned in close to Saracyn's ear and whispered within, her sweet, warm breath gently ruffling the fur there. "Trespassers. I caught them earlier stealing prey from Elysium lands but I needed backup." One brow lifted and Scylla cast the man a side-eye. "I do have a plan, if you'll follow my lead."

"Scylla Klein"

Scylla should be seen as a very adult character who will indulge in acts that others may find graphic and uncomfortable. Steer clear if you don't like this sort of thing.
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Saracyn

"The Rogue Prince"

Elysium
Commander

Master Fighter (300)

Master Hunter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bodyguard Bodyguard

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1134
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
219
player
Joe

Samhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipDouble Master1KPride - BisexualThe Ooze Participant
The Ooze - Variation 1
01-17-2024, 07:42 PM
Scylla arrived in much the same way that a banshee might appear over a moor, silent and swift with graceful strides that left no trace of her in her wake. Saracyn was almost startled by her sudden appearance had he not been expecting her to show up. But before they could begin their evening together and before he could even utter a word of apology for his behavior to her, she was issuing her own apology; their plans would have to be postponed. Sara's brow furrowed, head taking the typical confused canine tilt as he listened to her. There was a problem? What sort of problem? With his jaws occupied by the bottle of wine he was unable to ask any follow up questions, so as the petite fae slid off into the darkness, all the dire brute could do was follow behind. Surely wherever she was taking him would shed some light on his confusion in due time.

Sure enough, at the far border of the Rock Garden sat four strange brutes—vagabonds and trespassers. Cerulean eyes leered with sharp aggression out at the four strangers, a growl barely suppressed in his throat. How dare they set foot on his family's lands! Scylla whispered in his ear, sweet and deadly as she promised a plan to deal with these poachers. Saracyn was, of course, all ears. Setting the bottle of wine down beside a rock, the massive brute slid down to his belly and into the shadows to help conceal his presence. Scylla was far more stealthily inclined than he was. "What's your plan?" he whispered back in husky tones. Whatever she was concocting in her wicked mind, it surely was better than his idea of shock and awe and carnage.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Warning: Saracyn is a highly mature character. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.

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Scylla

Elysium
Master Warrior

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (270)

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
55
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
157
player
Resin

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
01-23-2024, 09:30 PM

Sara was playing right into her paws and he was doing it so nicely. When he asked after her plan, the cobalt fae grinned, flashing pristine whites. "Let me distract them and you come in blazing from behind." It had worked for his father and Scylla hoped that it would work for the son as well. If Saracyn didn't like the gift that she was about to give him, then she'd most likely lose a little respect. Alastor was a difficult wolf to live up to though.

Without waiting for Saracyn to agree or disagree, Scylla slid her body along the length of his own before padding around the clearing, much like she had done before. The small fae came out on the opposite side and moved towards the group of brutes. Since most males were controlled by their cocks, Scylla had little doubt that they would jump at the chance to play with a lone female.

Scylla smiled sweetly at the four wolves, her long tail swishing lightly spreading her delicate scent on the wind. Pheromones were interesting things and she'd been experimenting with them. This would be yet another experiment to see if she could make them believe that she was in heat, despite this not being the case.

"I was hoping that you gentlemen might help me out with a little problem," she purred, drawing into the center of the group for a moment before walking back out again. Her scent danced around the brutes and Scylla deposited herself outside of their circle again. "Oh, we'll help you, alright. Help ourselves too," snickered one of the males. "I was hoping you'd say that," the cobalt and cream fae chuckled huskily. Her gaze looked towards the foliage where Saracyn lay in wait. She flashed him a grin as the first brute came up beside her and reached out, ready to take what he thought was his.

"Scylla"
Scylla should be seen as a very adult character who will indulge in acts that others may find graphic and uncomfortable. Steer clear if you don't like this sort of thing.
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Saracyn

"The Rogue Prince"

Elysium
Commander

Master Fighter (300)

Master Hunter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bodyguard Bodyguard

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1134
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
219
player
Joe

Samhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipDouble Master1KPride - BisexualThe Ooze Participant
The Ooze - Variation 1
01-27-2024, 08:39 PM

Scylla's wicked grin told him all he needed to know, and before he could ask any questions, the slate and cream fae just told him to come in guns blazing when she distracted him, and then the game was afoot. She brushed her side against his and was off like a shadow through the night, heading right for the group of brutes. Saracyn gave a little quiver of enjoyment from her contact and just breathed a sigh as he began to stalk his way through the darkness, keeping below the crests of the ruins to remain hidden as he crept closer to the trespassers. He didn't know what sort of distraction Scylla had in mind since she'd spared him all of the details, but he figured he'd likely know the signal when he saw it. As the dire brute lurked around the darkness just out of range and downwind from the intruders, piercing cerulean eyes watching the unsuspecting wolves as he waited for Scylla's signal to begin the fun.

The scene that unfolded before him was... not what Saracyn had been expecting. Scylla just came sauntering out of the shadows like some sort of harlot, all sultry grins and swaying hips and swishing her long tail. Sara watched as the brutes were immediately captivated—and then he realized why. Standing downwind of the group, Saracyn was the last to pick up on the pheromone perfume Scylla was wearing, the faux scent of a fae in heat striking his nose and triggering every synapse in his brain. A twinge of primal instinct kicked in, and for a brief moment Saracyn questioned whether or not Scylla actually was in heat or if his brain and nose were being tricked. That primal urge manifested as a deep burning lust in his core, but it also manifested as a visceral urge for violence, and these brutes that were beginning to surround Scylla fit the bill perfectly.

With where he was positioned, the quartet of trespassers were between him and Scylla, meaning as the leader reached for her, he couldn't immediately rush in to stop him. Surely Scylla had a plan for that. The other three, however... That violent urge boiled up in his core again, the heat rising as they leered at Scylla with lecherous grins. How dare they eye up his fae like that. No... not his fae, he had to remind himself. The rush of testosterone was getting the best of him. Better burn it off before it got unbearable. As Scylla had instructed him, with the brutes sufficiently distracted, Saracyn sprung from the shadows with a feral snarl, lunging for the closest wolf. The poor sod didn't even get a chance to react before the giant crimson brute was upon him, strong jaws latching down onto a hind leg and snapping his femur like a twig. The brute screamed in shock and agony while Saracyn continued his ruthless assault, sinking razor sharp serrated fangs into the soft tissue where the wolf's neck met his shoulder. Blood pooled in his mouth as Sara began to shake, thrashing the smaller male back and forth like a rag doll, shredding into his neck like a savage. One giant forepaw grabbed the screaming male's head as his jaws sank in deeper, fangs hitting vertebrae, and then he yanked hard. The brute's head snapped to the side with a sickening crunch. Sara felt the crunching of bone against his teeth and then the wolf went silent, dead before he knew what was happening.

By now, the others had turned to see their friend as he was mutilated and murdered, shock, horror, and rage mixing on their faces. Saracyn just dropped the bloodied corpse to the ground, heavy breaths raising and collapsing his broad chest as he leered like a predator at his foes. One down, three to go...

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Warning: Saracyn is a highly mature character. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.

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Scylla

Elysium
Master Warrior

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (270)

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
55
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
157
player
Resin

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
02-08-2024, 01:25 AM

A big, strong foreleg wrapped around the small fae, pulling her svelte frame in tight against his body. Scylla kept her gaze locked on Saracyn where he hid in the bushes. The brute had just begun to mount her when the red Mendacium sprung into the clearing. The cobalt and cream woman watched, a smile on her maw, as Sara ripped the life from one of the wolves. The other three stared in shock and Scylla leaned up to whisper in the ear of the lead wolf, "Oh no, are you going to protect me? I'll owe you a favorrrr," her lilting voice begged with an enticing tease. The brute pushed her behind him, intent on keeping his prize safe. Ah, males... they were so stupid.

With three sets of eyes locked on Saracyn, Scylla was forgotten. She could do as she pleased. The big wolf, the one that had tried to mount her, stood at the center of the trio. Sliding her serpentine blade from its sheath, the diminutive lady moved forward, flicking her weapon outwards. It came back with blood upon it before the wolf even knew what was happening. One moment he was standing and growling, the next his hind legs wouldn't hold him up. Scylla had severed both hind achilles tendons.

The other two wolves were confused at first, then enraged. One made its way for Saracyn and the other made its way for Scylla. The leader was attempting to drag himself away, but he wouldn't get far. The woman nonchalantly wiped the blood from her blade and slid it back into its sheath at her wrist. It seemed as though she hadn't a care in the world as the brute came for her. She didn't need to worry. Yes, Scylla was small, but she was lightning quick and she knew how to fight. When the wolf was in striking distance, she was more than ready for him.

"Scylla"
Scylla should be seen as a very adult character who will indulge in acts that others may find graphic and uncomfortable. Steer clear if you don't like this sort of thing.
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Saracyn

"The Rogue Prince"

Elysium
Commander

Master Fighter (300)

Master Hunter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bodyguard Bodyguard

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1134
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
219
player
Joe

Samhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipDouble Master1KPride - BisexualThe Ooze Participant
The Ooze - Variation 1
02-08-2024, 08:19 PM

As tempting as it was to stop and continue to watch the display Scylla was putting on with the other brutes, all Saracyn's mind was consumed by was a bloodlust to tear apart these brutes apart, especially the lead wolf who was trying to push Scylla behind him like she was some toy he could possess and keep away from him. Sara's eyes blazed with a violent inferno as he snarled at the lead brute, but there was still two others in his way. At least, there was, until the leader dropped to the ground with a howl of pain and revealed a wickedly grinning Scylla brandishing a bloodied blade. She had crippled the leader behind his back and was now trying to crawl away for his life. With the remaining two trespassers divided between them, Saracyn wasted no time charging for the larger of the two males.

The two brutes collided like a landslide, massive bodies of taut powerful muscle crashing together in a violent show of hostility. Sara's jaws snapped at his opponent's, the clack of fangs gnashing together resounding between the two wolves as they pushed and fought to gain the upper hand over the other. Saracyn grunted and snarled as he shoved back against the other brute, biding his time until he could find his opening and ducked beneath his opponent's snapping jaws. From below, Sara lunged forward and wrapped his jaws around the brute's throat, using his strength and momentum to toss the other brute to the ground. The wolf below him yelped in panic, but that sound was swiftly reduced to a wet guttural choking as Sara's sharklike fangs tore straight through the soft flesh and sinew until hot metallic blood poured into his mouth.

The killing blow had been struck and Saracyn could leave the wolf to his fate—but Saracyn was not a kind brute. Still clutching the dying wolf by his throat, Sara hefted his opponent up by the neck and then slammed him back down into the ground, his serrated fangs tearing deeper and deeper with every lift and slam into the blood-soaked ground. Then, with one great slam down and a push of a paw on the brute's head, Saracyn's jaws snapped straight through the brute's spinal cord, severing his skull from his body and decapitating him with his sheer strength. Sara tossed the now limp body aside and leered down at the blank stare on the severed head staring back up at him. The bloodstained crimson brute then looked back up to Scylla, looking to see how her fight had fared and if she needed his aid, though he doubted she would.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Warning: Saracyn is a highly mature character. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.

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Scylla

Elysium
Master Warrior

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (270)

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
55
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
157
player
Resin

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
02-08-2024, 09:20 PM

When her opponent neared, jaws open, spittle flying, diving right for her, Scylla was cool as could be. She played out the timing in her head based on the speed with which the brute approached. At the last moment, she ducked and he sailed over her head. The wolf's paws skittered at the ground, trying to turn quickly, but the small fae literally had him by the balls. With her wiggly little digits, she grasped the testicles of the man, stopping him in his tracks. "Say ple-eeeeease..." the woman purred sweetly, lips curled up in a smile that was anything but. Claws dug into the sensitive flesh just enough to cause a whimper of pain and panic from the man. 'P-please!' he stuttered out and a dark, husky little chuckle rumbled in the fae's chest. She hadn't told him what he was begging for. Pity that he assumed he was begging for freedom.

"As you wish," With a sigh and an audible schct sound, the serpentine blade was in her paw once more. One moment the brute's balls were in her paw. The next... they were still in her paw, but they were no longer connected to their owner. As the man fell to the ground kicking and screaming, Scylla inspected the bloody little testicles in her paw. With a hmmph, she tossed them over her shoulder and padded towards the brute that was slowly hobbling away. He'd never escape. Not with a blood trail like that.

Giving her blade a little toss into the air, Scylla caught the hilt and started off after the man, grasping the blade between her teeth gently. When she was near enough, her jaws opened, dropping the weapon into her paw. 'No, w-wait!' But there would be no waiting. Scylla plunged the blade through the back of the wolf's neck with such force that it popped through his throat and dug into the earth beneath him. Blood pooled and Scylla took a step back, watching as the twitching man was reduced to a pile of lifeless flesh. Only then did she extract the blade, wiping it on the brute's fur before sliding it into its home once more.

Casting a glance over her shoulder, Scylla flashed Saracyn a winning grin, blood spattered on her face. She even went so far as to give him a thumbs up. All that was left now was the leader that was still trying to crawl to safety. With one paw, Scylla gestured to the man and made a little shooing motion, indication that Sara should finish.

"Scylla Klein"
Scylla should be seen as a very adult character who will indulge in acts that others may find graphic and uncomfortable. Steer clear if you don't like this sort of thing.
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Saracyn

"The Rogue Prince"

Elysium
Commander

Master Fighter (300)

Master Hunter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bodyguard Bodyguard

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1134
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
219
player
Joe

Samhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipDouble Master1KPride - BisexualThe Ooze Participant
The Ooze - Variation 1
02-12-2024, 02:56 AM

While Saracyn slaughtered his opponent, Scylla had been busying herself butchering her own foe. With blade and precision she ended the life of the other in a spray of gore until all that remained was the crippled leader still trying to crawl to safety. Sara took a moment to look over the carnage the pair of heathens had wrought out in the garden this night and the behemoth of a brute couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride—amongst a swell of other things as well. Bright cerulean eyes snapped to the blood soaked fae as she flashed him an award winning smile and a thumbs up, earning her a scoff and a smirk back from the Mendacium brute. She was incorrigible and ridiculous, but she did make him smile.

Scylla gave him the go ahead to wrap things up with the lead brute and Saracyn was not about to turn down the offer for more liberal violence. Turning and stalking up to the collapsed wolf with surprising grace for his size, Sara drew down on the pathetic wretch, ignoring the pained whines and sniveling coming from him. With a growl, Sara grasped the other brute by the scruff and began to drag him back towards the scene of carnage to drop him rather unceremoniously before Scylla. The brute yelped in pain and looked up in fear at his captors. "Say you're sorry," Saracyn snarled down at the crippled dire wolf. He wanted to humiliate and emasculate the brute that had tried to fuck his fae. The wolf hesitated, looking up at Scylla in terror until Sara slammed his head down hard into the ground and yanked him back up again. "Say. You're. Sorry." The brute winced and sputtered out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Unmoved by the pleading of the trespasser, Sara yanked the brute's head back to expose his throat, then he lunged down and bit deep into the side of the wolf's throat, sinking serrated teeth through flesh and tearing away a large chunk of the wolf's neck. The brute gasped and gurgled as his blood poured from his ripped open windpipe, forepaws scrabbling uselessly at the dirt as he slowly exsanguinated right before their eyes.

Saracyn showed no mercy, holding the brute's head aloft with his destroyed throat pulled taut so the veins would empty their lifeblood out across the dirt, each beat of the wolf's heart pumping more and more blood to soak the grasses until the body went limp in Saracyn's grasp and those eyes that had leered lecherously at his Scylla turned into empty glass, never to see again. With the last of the wolves dead, the great dire brute tossed the cadaver away from them with a disgusted growl. He was absolutely soaked in blood and his heart was pounding in his chest, pumping adrenaline through his body. The heat of battle had ended, but the smoldering continued to grow deep in his belly. Nothing turned Saracyn on quite like a fight or bloodshed. Chest heaving with deep breaths, he turned to face Scylla once more, looking down at the blood-spattered fae with a familiar lustful gleam in his eyes. Their date night had been utterly fucked up by these wretches, but maybe the night could still be salvaged if Scylla was feeling the same urges he was after their bloodbath.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Warning: Saracyn is a highly mature character. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.

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