OOC: I want this thread to eventually hit rated M. Sin is looking for a sexual release, anyone who replies will be subject to it be it willingly or not.

He would come to set foot within the forest of red wood. Sharp clawed paws leaving indents in the snow that were unnatural for a wolf; instead looking more like a cross between a wolf and cat. His claws were peculiar, he sharpened them daily to perfection. Just like he learned from the mountain cats from whence he came. It was fascinating, the things he had learned on his way here. Extracting the knowledge from those who knew before swiftly taking their souls so that nobody else could learn it. He was always careful to ensure that he drew every bit of information from their minds. It was a pity, however, when Sin came within distance of a child. He did not admire the way they were so innocent, so happy, so soft and bereft of knowledge about the ways of darker forces. He always strove to keep well away, for coming across a young one always spelled disaster for it when Sin was around. Pups always seemed to press a special button within the confines of his mind. He couldn't stand them. They were annoying blood sucking leeches. Not worthy of his time or attention. When one ever approached, he would ignore it as if it was never there. In the off chance that it would continue to follow and pester, Sin could not always contain himself. Faster then the blink of an eye the child would run crying to it's mother...blood trailing after it. Unless death claimed it first. Such were the memories. And as his travels became lessened after finding what he sought in these lands, he was sure he would have to be more careful lest bounty hunters came for his head. But oh, how he craved blood right now...blood, or the undying thirst that had not been quenched within the pits of his abdomen for so long. His body demanded it, craved it. He needed a release, and he needed it soon. Talk like this

As their castles crumble slowly I watch them fall Their crown slips from heads unworthy As I gain control Whispers of the past still haunted her mind. She yearned to know what had once been here. Who had once claimed this has their kingdom and who would claim it again. The sentries stood draped in colorless blankets of frozen tears, their bows falling towards the ground but defiantly shoving against the weight. They saw everything and recorded the history of what once was and what would be. It had disappointed her that the feline she had met and learned of knew nothing of the previous wolves that had once claimed it as their kingdom. She had no knowledge of Newts reign as the original alpha of Amenti. She knew nothing of her defeat and Meduas claim over the realm. So much history was locked away in those barks and she left sadly disappointed. The youth was of the age of 7 months. Her body was rather large, almost as fully grown as a smaller female though she had the strength and lankiness of a true titan to come. She would be, upon full growth, 40 inches tall and she would eventually weight one hundred and 40 pounds. The girl was destined to be a mountain of a woman but for now she appeared to be fully-grown for the average female. Her sandy coat moved around her body as the wind pushed against her body. She moved with a cautious grace as she listened to the forest around her. She froze as the wind pushed the aroma of male into her nostrils. She flexed them and pulled the aroma deep into her lungs. She tasted it against her pallet and found no traces of familiarity. Her body automatically became defensive. Her body, as she walked, became balanced. Her toes were splayed, and she walked slowly towards the unfamiliar aroma. Not all wolves were unkind, and not all were friendly, she had been victim to aggression herself. She had fought off an old Tortuga wolf trespassing in her homelands. She had deserved the beating she had gotten and her loving siblings had fixed her up while the other left limping on home. She had been the victor of several battles and was confident in her abilities. If she could take down adult wolves then she could protect herself. Soon enough the strangers appearance came into view. She said nothing as her emerald eyes roved over the appearance of the stranger. His coat was as white as the snow that lay around them and yet it seemed stained with crimson patches. Her tail pulled upright behind her, an automatic sign of her dominance, her head was level with her body, as she remained unmoving. No hint of fear could be smelled on the female?s body for she knew nothing yet to fear. Yes he was unknown but that didn?t threaten her senses. "Speech,"

Sin Armada

Alone was he in a world so cold, however, the air of loneliness would only last so long. As he walked and marked the trees around him, he kept his prized clawed weapons sharpened upon the bark of the trees. And it would give the appearance that a bear had marked the surfaces around him. Grinning weakly, he turned to find other things to 'mark' when suddenly, a smaller figure came into his vision. A young wolf eyed him, her tail up in what appeared to be an attempt at preserving and showing dominance...well then, he would see who the more dominant one was. On silent toes, he made his way towards her. The scent of woman flesh teasing his senses. The last time he had felt a woman was well before coming to these putrid lands, and his body itched to feel the tight control of a woman's prized piece. Amber glare fell upon her form, his own tail sweeping up to perform his own display of dominance, stature at full height and ears erect as he stared at the welp. "Such displays could get you into trouble, little vixen...who are you to try and claim dominance over another? You best watch yourself out here, the devil leaves no mercy for fools."