Emer didn't really know the dangers of the crypt. She had spent a fair amount of time exploring Alacritia though hadn't thoroughly investigated the area before. She'd likely passed it, though never paid it any real attention, she wasn't actually sure whether she'd even acknowledged its existence prior to today. It was of course probably for the best, the area wasn't exactly the safest to wander after all, and she certainly wouldn't want to get lost and stuck within the crypt though this ignorance did mean that the dangers were unfortunately still not known to the girl. She'd been walking for quite some time now, the sun rising higher and beating down harshly upon the lands, the temperature rising rather rapidly. Tired and hot, Emer had chosen to give in and seek the closest shelter that she could find and that was how she had found finally found the crypt. She gave the area a quick scan, eyes and ears alert though it seemed that she was alone. With a sigh of relief the girl ventured inside, fortunately she had the sense not to wander too deeply with the tomb maze, the entrance remaining in her sights, though she was far away enough that the sun could no longer reach her. The temperature was certainly much cooler even this close to the opening of the crypt. It probably was cooler still the further inside you travelled, though this was certainly a far more comfortable temperature, now sheltered from the sun's unforgiving rays. Feeling a little more content, she settled down upon the ground, eyes closing as she began to drift off to sleep. Alone and at peace, she saw no harm in taking a little nap, it would refresh her for beginning her travels once more when the day had begun to cool for the evening.

Loki Fury clawed at Loki as he stalked over the land withered land. His skin felt hot, prickly, from far more than just the summer that had the land in it's grip. Ripples of light shone in his silky fur as his pelt twitched and shuddered restlessly. How dare he, how dare Skoll presume to speak to him that way? To just waltz in from his oh-so-happy life in Vili's pack and make insinuations and insult him, demand he return to take control of the pack? Loki had made it clear in no uncertain terms that he had no intention of ever returning to that nightmare of a family and that if Skoll wanted him back he'd need to drag him there in pieces. The way the fool kid stood there and smiled so peacefully all the time, it was easy to forget sometimes how casually violence came to him. On second he'd been snarling in Skoll's face, the next he was on the ground, stunned by the swiftness and strength of the blow that had knocked him down. Skoll had still been smiling around the blood bathing his pale muzzle when he'd leaned down to murmur his words in Loki's ear before sauntering away. By the time Loki had shaken off the confusion, the brother was long gone, and Loki's rage was consuming him. Blood still dripped from the wound on his muzzle, staining the ground with every step. It wasn't usually in him, this rage, this fury, but the idea of going back to that life he'd been in, giving up this newfound freedom, provoked a deep sense of... were he to admit it... fear. Fear, and self-loathing because he knew he was terrified, and rage that Skoll would drive him to that. So blinded was he by this that he very nearly stumbled in to the crypt. He paused for just a moment before up his mind and plunging into the dark interior. The blackness suited his mood, and the solitude would allow him to burn off his anger without harm. Maybe he'd lose himself forever in the maze of tunnels rumored to be here. But that was not to be. No sooner had he gotten out of reach of the sun's rays, still within sight of the exit, that he tripped over the napping form of a wolf. Loki thrust himself back to his feet, turning on the wolf with a snarl. "Speech"

Scents of any others within the crypt certainly hadn't been strong, they were far from fresh and Emer had thought she would be left alone here, hidden from the world. Sleep had come rather easily to her and had dragged her temporarily from reality. It gripped her so tightly that she wasn't fully unaware of another entering the crypt. An ear flicked slightly at the sound, though it hadn't been enough to fully disturb her. That was of course all broken as the other made contact with her, his trip over her had been enough to wake her even without the snarl that followed soon afterwards. Head lifted and eyes snapped open, peering through the darkness to gaze at the irate wolf before her now. They widened further as she pushed herself up to her feet, panic quickly gripping her and adrenaline rushing through her had the power to make her now fully awake. If possible she made herself look smaller, fearful of the wolf before her now. Any other worries that had plagued her as of late had been cast aside, frozen to the spot now and completely unsure with what to do. She couldn't fight him, though she had no idea how skilled he was in fighting she could almost guarantee it was far better than her own. Typically running would have been her first reaction, though with him blocking the exit path there was absolutely nothing she could do beyond retreat further into the depths of the crypt. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind really, and even if it had Emer wasn't entirely certain how much control she had over her own body right now, still consumed by the wave of terror that this wolf had brought on. Somehow however she was moving backwards, her instincts apparently kicking in and urging her to get away from him.

Loki The other wolf had scrambled to her feet just as he did, now cringing and backing away further down the crypt. He was afraid, terrified of the big black wolf facing him down. "What are you afraid of?" he snarled at the wolf. Had he been willing to admit it, he may have been shouting it at himself. The rage demanded release, the urge for violence choking him. Fear, weakness, imperfections and intolerable. "Didn't your father ever teach you to have a spine?" His rose in near-hysterical laughter. But wait... now that he was paying attention to the scent of the other wolf Loki realized that he was in fact she to judge by the enticing odor even now urging him closer. His teeth bared in a grin. "Don't you know how dangerous it is to be all alone with a stranger when you're in heat?" he purred, stalking closer. The much softer voice was so much more dangerous than his shouting, the sound chillingly deadly. The green of his eyes seemed to blaze in the low light, the sunlight from the far away entrance glinting in them as he moved restlessly. He was not afraid, not a coward. Not weak. The refrain raced through him, shaking him with the fury that burned in his blood. Liar, his own mind taunted him. Prove it, prove it. His fangs flashed as he bounded toward her. "Speech"

With each step that Emer took, the male before her moved closer, her pathetic attempts at escape were certainly not working. She had begun to hope perhaps he'd calm now he was steady upon his feet, though still he looked so menacing and she became doubtful that he would calm any time soon. "What are you afraid of? Didn't your father ever teach you to have a spine?" From his words she assumed it was a fight that he was after, and that was not something that Emer was up for. What was she afraid of? Well surely that was perfectly clear? She was rather afraid that soon enough she would be dead. Words weren't forming however and even if an understandable sentence managed to take shape in her mind, she wasn't sure she'd dare speak such words and give him any ideas. The comment about her father was far less of a worry for her really, an attempt likely to bring out some form of anger within her, not that her mind was able to comprehend that just yet. She was still so consumed with fear that such simple concepts weren't really registering fully within her brain. All to suddenly though there was a slight shift within his temperament. A sudden eerie calm seemed to overtake him, the aggression had changed though Emer wasn't convinced that this was any sort of good news. "Don't you know how dangerous it is to be all alone with a stranger when you're in heat?" Now her fear changed, she wasn't going to die, at least not yet anyway. He certainly wasn't stopping now, continuing to move closer to her. Striding forwards rather than shuffling backwards was most definitely putting the male at an advantage. Tail tucked protectively between her legs she wasn't sure that she could dare to turn her back to him and run. His pace quickened though and she found she had no choice as he came bounding towards her. Twisting away she prayed that her movements were quick and agile enough as she turned her back to him and began to run. For now she cared little about getting lost within the crypt, all she wanted was to get away.

Loki Perhaps it was the moment when she turned tail and ran, triggering some sort of predator instinct in him to give chase. Maybe it was the heat scent wrapping through his mind, switching off what good sense he might have had. Maybe it was the rage and fear that still pounded through him. Maybe his face just really, really hurt. Whatever excuse Loki might have made in his own mind to justify his actions, instead of choosing to let the girl go, and probably get lost and die anyway in the crypts, he followed her. His much longer legs ate up more ground than hers, and when he leaped forward next it was with the intention of setting his teeth into the scruff of her neck, to stop her from her headlong flight. A certain savageness burned through him at the action, the inevitability. "Speech"

Emer's little figure certainly wasn't created with strength in mind. Running was her forte, she was rather quick and graceful upon her paws. Typically she wasn't running within a crypt with anyone dangerous behind her though, the latter of course gave her the urge to run faster but the male had gotten a head start in his movements. Her twist around had been rather swift, though he'd already been increasing his speed as she made her move, and though she'd quickly broke into a run, those few crucial seconds had left her at yet another disadvantage. He had managed to catch up. She didn't have to turn to check that fact, she didn't have the chance to realise it until it was too late after all. Suddenly she felt the contact as reached to grab hold of her, twisting before he had properly taken hold she'd presented him with her left side and at least kept her rear from him, not that it gave her any particular advantage. She continued to struggle of course, she wouldn't give in quite so easily, though he was larger and stronger than her and there was only so much that Emer could successfully do. Her jaws opened, lunging as best as she could with the intention to bite the male. With no specific area set in mind though, it wasn't incredibly likely that her teeth would find any target.

Loki A surge of triumph flared through Loki as his jaws closed on the smaller female's scruff. She twisted her body as if moving her hindquarters away would make any difference to the outcome, but Loki wasn't ruffled by it. A sharp, if muffled, laugh issued from his fur-filled muzzle. "Did you really think you could outrun me?" he mocked, his words garbled by the hold he had on her but still recognizable. The female was twisting desperately in his grasp, jaws snapping without direction, provoking another chuckle out of him. "You think to best me like that?" Her thrashing jaws connected violently with the front of his shoulder, slashing it deeply before her jaws met. Loki made a sound that was half yelp, half snarl and pure indignant fury. Still bleeding from his younger brother knocking him down, this new wound was like a deliberate insult to him. He'd been playing before, toying with her to make himself feel better, but now things were serious. Loki settled into a stronger stance before thrashing his head viciously, intending to use his grip on the little female to pull her free of him and shake her up. Pulling her loose would likely mean tearing his shoulder up more, but Loki was past caring. He'd been hurt, he'd been humiliated, and he'd been disrespected, and he had had quite enough. Many of those who had wronged him were far beyond his reach, but this girl was here and she was at his mercy, and she would be the one to pay for it. "Speech"

The man kept a firm hold upon her scruff, her careless actions did not seem to be working at all. "Did you really think you could outrun me? You think to best me like that?" She had hoped she could have done, typically she was a very speedy little thing, but she'd put herself at an extreme disadvantage and now was stuck here listening to his cruel mocking, jaws still desperately trying to make contact in a last-ditch attempt to free herself from this mortifying situation. At last she found success, still she wasn't quite sure where her attack had landed though now she had a grip she found herself just holding on for dear life, his softer skin against her tougher scruff she prayed he would let go first. The sound didn't fill her with confidence though, clearly she had caused him some pain, though she assumed only angered him even further, it was a little hard to tell from her position, immediately anyway. The proof soon came as he violently jerked his head, pulling her with it. He had far more strength than she did, and his rage was apparently more than match for her fear. She found herself loosing her grip and being pulled free from his shoulder, her smaller, daintier figure easily pushed around and certainly shaken, she found he was indeed in control of this situation.

Loki Loki's ploy succeeded, pulling her loose of his shoulder though he had to clench his jaws harder through the pain as the wound opened further. His own blood splattered as he shook her, painting the tunnel with small droplets of red. She was outmatched and overpowered and Loki should have been happy about it but he was just getting more and more frustrated. None of his rage had been assuaged by this one-sided fight. It wasn't enough. Up until that point he still hadn't really been intending to do anything more than thrash her, teach her a lesson and leave her bleeding in the cavern while he went on his merry way, but something dark had reared it's head inside him. Her heat-scent had its hooks into his mind, tainting the need for blood into the desire for more. Loki stopped trying to shake the girl, instead turning it to an attempt to put his weight on the hold he had on her, trying to shove her down even as his paw snaked toward her shoulder, wanting to force her against his chest so he could put his weight on her, to prevent her escape when he would finally make his move. "If you keep fighting," he muttered slyly out of his muffled jaws, "only one of us is going to enjoy this." "Speech"

Teeth punctured her scruff as he gripped harder, flesh tearing as he pulled her around. The pain didn't hit her then though, the adrenaline coursing through her body at least protecting her from that for now. It didn't help her feel any better though, she was still trapped and still terrified and completely defenceless against this male. Worst of all, she was certain that they both knew it. She could try squirm, wriggle away though his grip upon her scruff was even firmer than before and she wouldn't succeed, she knew this and yet she tried, she had to. she couldn't just give in. "If you keep fighting, only one of us is going to enjoy this." The words sickened her, and surely he knew there was no way she was going to enjoy any part of this ordeal. She didn't want this at all and yet there was nothing she could do to prevent it anymore. Her small size was once again to Loki's advantage as he pulled and pushed her around, her attempts to fight it completely pathetic. He had her right where he wanted her and now the pitiful fight was over, trapped beneath the male there was no escape for Emer now until he decided to let her go. And at that horrible realisation, her only defence left was to attempt to shut her mind down and block everything out.

Loki With the little female seemingly subdued, Loki took the opportunity to try to step over her, to bracket her small body with his much-longer legs despite the pain in his shoulder where it would contact her brown pelt, smearing it with blood. He pulled back on her scruff even as he sought to step forward, to push her tail aside with his hip. With his forelegs gripping her sides and her scruff in his jaws, it wouldn't matter if she chose to stand and endure or if she tried to escape by collapsing beneath him, because either way he would follow her. He laughed, the sound gratingly cruel even for him, as he pulled her back against him to take her by force and make them as one. No loving caresses to share, no love at all. Just a fury and brutality Loki rarely showed. She was his now, and she would learn not to trifle with him. fade to black? "Speech"