What a beautiful day it was turning out to be. He had traveled far through the lands of alacritis searching for. .. who even knew what to be sure... yet he found that there was pleasure in the solemnity of the waves crashing against the beach, even if it was only a lake. His golden brown orbs took in his surroundings, from the rich blue green of the algea to the expansive foliage that extended behind him. Fugue sat back against the warm sand and decided that he was in a safe enough place to rest for a while in solitude; his mind was giving him a break from the rollercoaster of thoughts that plagued his every move. Hopefully it would stay that way for long enough to enjoy the silence that the lakeshore had to offer him.
The chilled breeze ruffled the ginger fur at the nape of his neck and brought with it the scents of many wolves that he had been avoiding every since he had caught their tracks many days ago. At this familiar feeling, Fugue's shoulders tensed and the fur on his back rose dangerously. Fugue breathed slowly, telling himself that he had nothing to fear and that they were farther than he believed in the first place, trying to avoid losing the serene state of mind that he had established and putting himself in a rather sour mood all the while.
With a snarl and an inward growl at his own stupidity, Fugue let his muscles relax and flopped himself onto the sand in a cloud of dust.

It was no mystery as to why the woman had ventured away from the North, if anyone had listened to her speak for more than five minutes they had probably heard her less than quiet protests of the snow. The oddly marked ivory goddess had traveled slowly, her pack and presence relaxed as she moved throughout the lands. What did she have to fear? She had witnessed the fall of an empire and seen many a nightmares as she traveled. She was impavid. The white of her fur contrasted with the warm golden color of the sands at the edge of the lake, and she felt the warmth of the sun. She paused for a moment, her eyelids closing over her violet orbs as she simply basked in the warmth. The chilling winter breeze carried the scent of another, and her eyes snapped open, scanning the beach for the stranger. Taking a deep breath, she would move towards the scent, her eyes narrowing as she walked until her eyes came to rest on the form of another. She came close to the other wolf a disdainful snort leaving her as she approached. The question that would leave her jaws was scathing in nature. "Isn't it a bit reckless to be sprawled out like that?" Speech,

Amber fur stood on end as the strange she-wolf approached. His golden eyes snapped open as he stood quickly to his paws, facing the woman with a growl rumbling deep in his throat and a look of complete annoyance printed across his features. Suddenly, he froze and his mind became a whirlwind.
Well, she's a pretty one, isn't she?
She looks like a damn thorn that's about to bury itself into your paw.
She certainly isn't a dainty little flower for you to trample on.
No, more like a weed..
His eyes focused slowly, taking in the alabaster queen who stood before him. The growl remained rumbling low in his throat, and he opened his mouth slightly to let it escape as he spoke.
"Who the hell are you to know, princess?"
His features pulled themselves into a snarl, his head tucked low against his chest, feet spread apart and tail pointing straight behind him. He would not allow his conflicting thoughts to get him into another defenseless situation. Even if it was with a fine looking ivory dame from up north.

Touchy. That was the first word that came to mind, when the male reacted. She did not move, she would not step back, or allow him the pleasure of a reaction as he moved into a defensive position, that at the same time was seemingly aggressive. Passive expression was dull on her face, boredom etched itself into her violet eyes. Princess? Well, at least he got one aspect of royalty right. Her gums curled back slightly, revealing the sharp and delicate ivories that they usually so daintily hid. Her eyes narrowed, violet slits portraying her annoyance at his tone, ears flattening against her head slightly. "Obviously one of higher standard that you, Cretin." She would spit her words at him, the tone laced with venom, daring him to do something. Would this creature dare threaten one of such a blood as she? Perhaps she'd be amused long enough to find out. Yes, underneath it all, Roman was greatly amused. At least something interesting was coming out of her travels. Speech,

Oh now isn't she just a precious little bitch?

His eyes narrowed and he stood to his full height, staring at the woman with a look that may have come off as respect and hatred. She had a lot of nerve talking to him like that. In fact, he had never heard a female use such defiance in all of his seasons. What a piece of work.

His tail dropped slightly and his countenance fell. She was not much different than his sister Melody. And by all means that was not a terrible thing. Her confidence was obviously just a ploy for some deeper issue.

We'll have to break that from her, wont we?

His head turned slightly to the side and he leaned back onto his haunches. In his current position, the lady seemed far less intimidating. He blinked at her, impressed, and allowed a smile to grow across his features.

"You are quite confident, aren't you princess? Don't you know I could snap you in half with the flick of my tail?"

Roman Armada hated surprises. She didn't like flip-flop personalities. Hell, she didn't even like change. She preferred constants, as long as things were going to interfere with her life, she wanted the reactions and actions to stay the same. That's why when the stature of the male before her changed that she felt so confused. What in the hell? First he's all like 'rawr' then he's all like, 'eh', and now she was all like...' what?' She didn't like him. Flat out. Didn't like him one bit. At his words,an irritated snarl left her. "Why don't you prove yourself instead of talking rather big for such a pathetic creature?" She glared at him. She didn't like him. She wanted him squashed like the little bug that he was to her. How dare such a creature address her like this?! Speech,

He almost snickered, amused at her surprise. She wanted a fight already! They had barely met, complete strangers, and she already wanted to kill him. Life was beautiful.

Just give her what she wants, break her, and then take what you want.

Thats hardly respectable of you.

What is there to respect?

She did have such pretty violet eyes, hidden behind squinting black lined lashes, standing out beautifully against her ivory pelt. Oh, he could feel the hatred pulsing off of her flanks, feel it being burned into his skin as she spat venom in his direction. And all he could do was smile at her. His white teeth glistening in the sun, the sound of soft waves pleasing the voices who battled within his mind.

"Now now, dear, you wouldn't want that. I don't want to have to mark up that pretty white pelt of yours. Red just isn't your color, princess."

Fugue found himself chuckling at his own remark. She was likely to get pissed off at him enough that she would get a battle, and then he would just have to dominate her, just as he saw playing through his head every time he looked into her hateful violet orbs. Wouldn't it be a good end to the day, though? Hadn't it been so long since he had gotten what he wanted from a woman?

Fury coursed through her, and her tail lashed out behind her a guttural snarl working its way up her from deep within her chest. This creature was slime and absolutely infuriating. Hackles exposed her canines, and she let out a slight snarl, trying to form a look of impassive boredom on her fury etched face. Of all the creatures she HAD to encounter, it was this worthless spawn that would be her amusement of the West. Pathetic. She was trying to regain composure, one of royalty like herself didn't need to lose her temper on such a worthless mutt. Forcing her fur to flatten, the slight snarl remained on her jaws, as her eyes widened, slightly, opening from the violet slits they had become. "Who are you? What creature dares make enemies of one such as I?" Her tone was demanding, and she let a cocky smile form on her jaws. "Come at me then. You can't even touch me." She wanted to goad him into attacking her. It'd definitely be an interesting twist to her day. Speech,

Fugues eyes were wild, mouth practically salivating at this point. She was taking all his bait, letting every word strike straight ro her core. Oh, she was making this all too easy. And she seemed to have some sort of royalty complex to top it all off!

"Oh honey I was just using a pet name with you, there's no need to take it to the extreme! If it makes you feel better, I call all my lady's princess. So really you have no superiority over one such as I, dearie. And if you really must know I am Fugue Flamesong of the swamplands, at your...pleasure."

He winked at her then, making a huge gesture of dipping his head and swooping his tail in a mock curtsy. Touch her. He would do a lot more than touch her by the end of the night. He hoped to god that she had her guard up, for he wanted it to be as challenging as ever.

In her whole life, she had never met a creature had infuriated her so quickly. Never had she met someone who triggered this deep desire to... kill them, as the cretin before her did. He invoked some sort of primal response in her, and it shook her to her core. She wasn't one to back down, and even if she was, she didn't trust this wolf enough to turn her back on him. His words did nothing to help, as she tried to force herself in a calmer state, which wasn't really working. Apparently this Fugue Flamesong thought highly of himself. Far higher than what she believed him to be. Something about him, just made her instincts scream to run instead of fight. The creep. "You would do well to remember that a pack wolf is always superior over a rouge, and it's not a pleasure. What kind of name is Fugue? Does it mean blubbering fool from where you come from?" Her words would be scathing, obviously anger in her tone as she would glare at him. No, she couldn't walk away from this. Speech,

Rape and plunder, take it all
Show her you mean it, watch her fall
Laugh while innocence disappears
Be her worries, be her fears

Golden eyes grew wider, his mind driving him wild for the fae in front of him. He had to stifle himself from giggling at her demise. She was practically squirming under his burning gaze. She could try her best to look confident, but he could tell she was about to break her calm composure.

"You would do well not to venture so far from your comfortable pack, my dear, for out here in the wild, we do what we want, say what we want, and take exactly what we want." At his last word, he allowed his eyes to drift from her carefully slit violet orbs down her slim neck and to the sculpted curves that formed her waistline.

Violet eyes and ebony lips
Soft behind and tender hips
Take her, break her, bend her will
Show her what it means to kill

Fugue stood then, his instinct driving him onward as he took two steps closer to the dame. His head was tucked low to his chest, banner positioned straight behind him, and muscles positioned far apart and tensed to spring. He hoped she was ready to dance.

She was uneasy, but she was also a creature of royalty. She would never let her fear show, it wasn't in her nature. The name that the dignitary bore was that of strength. She was an Armada, the daughter of the greatest king these lands had known, and she knew no fear. Perhaps she had been foolish to stray so far from the lands, that she knew, and the home where she would have a pack-mate within a call, but she would make a name for herself. She had named herself, changing the birth-name she was given, and taking the name of a great human empire. On one of her many travels she had met a teller of tales, a rouge who took pride in the stories that she would speak. She had told her of the Roman Empire, and how they had fell, but had also told her that they had once been great. She knew then that she too would be great, she was young, capable, and was on the tail of a journey that would shape her life. Armada was the last name that bore the king, that had sired her, and thus far she hadn't been disappointed with his royalty, and the royalty of his empire. She wouldn't let them down. She had zoned out slightly, her mind reaching back remembered the strength of her name as he had spoke, and her attention refocused on him as he moved towards her. A low snarl bubbled in her throat, ears flattening against her head, though she held it high, her chin slightly tucked. Her tail raised, high above her spine, and she held her ground, waiting and watching him as words left her jaws laced with dark fury. "You'll take nothing from me, scum." Speech,

Fugue nodded his head slowly, eyeing the woman with confidence and madness. He would take her, and there would no longer be a reason to banter back and forth. She would give him all that he wanted no matter what she thought was going to happen.

Without a second thought, his legs pushed him swiftly into action. His jaws opened wide and aimed for the soft scruff of her neck, his paws following a path just in front of his chest so as not to leave his chest exposed to the woman and her defenses. His tail fanned out perfectly behind him as he rushed for the female.

He wanted her to bend to his will, but he also wanted to get a fight out of her. The pleasure of breaking her would make his domination all the more rewarding.

The ticking time bomb before her exploded, which was something that she had been expecting, it wasn't a shock. When he lunged towards her, he caught her slightly off guard, and she felt his teeth sink into her scruff. Her scruff. Of course he went for that. They all went for that. Reacting without thinking she would turn her head slightly, her teeth seeking the shoulder of the man that had grasped her, a snarl reverberating in her chest. His weight had crashed into her, and she stumbled slightly, before digging her weight into the ground to hold try to hold the pair. As she tried to bite into his shoulder, she would thrash her head, trying to shake the bite of man, so she could free herself to attack him freely. She felt pain, and was pretty sure he had drawn her blood but she forced herself not to think about it. To focus on the outcome of the fight, to focus on how to get out of the situation she was in, while taking down her opponent. She had to focus. Speech,

The sharp tang of blood entered his mouth and drove his senses wild. The woman had sank her jaws into his shoulder and was attempting to free herself, and though the struggle was causing him pain, he kept his teeth latched into her flesh.

She was making it difficult for him to pin her down, and he knew that he needed to get his entire body atop of hers in order to truly dominate her.

With a deep growl echoing through his locked jaws, the man attempted to swing his hind legs over the woman's back without losing his grip on her neck. She was moving so swiftly that he wasn't entirely sure if his hindlegs would find purchase on the other side of her flank.

My my, what had he stumbled upon here? A fair maiden, a damsel in distress? Ha! Such a laugh. The brute let his icy blue orbs trail over the female's form as he settled himself into a nice little spot to watch the show. Oh what a pity. Oh what a horrible little shame. A poor poor little pack wolf running into a spot of trouble with a rogue. A twisted grin would cross the black muzzle of the male. The female was a looker at least. A wonderful little possession to add to a collection. Ah but manners manners. This little gem was not his to take. Although, should his dearest brother loss his edge and the female not learn her place, he had no problem at lending the dashing male a hand.

This female would resist. Ah the flicker of spirit. The fire of defiance! Oh what a wondrous show this would be. It would fill this part of his day with entertainment. Oh yes, such interesting entertainment. He could tell what the brute's intention was as he went at the female. A shame, really, that the effort could not be pushed further. What would break this female more than a possible pregnancy? Pups of a man that she did not love? Oh tragedy! What would the pack think? But alas this woman was not in her season. Although this did not necessarily mean his dearest handsome brother here couldn't pay the little lady another visit.

So with eager eyes the brute would watch, scenting the blood, sensing the fury! It was all so...

Beautiful.

The taste of the strangers blood met her jaws, and for a split seconds she enjoyed the taste of her attacker. Blood-lust lit into her, as he seemed to be, wait.. Was he actually trying to get on top of her? Instantly she realized what this was about, and she bucked-up, her jaws pryed lose from his shoulder, as she trashed her head around, trying to grab a-hold of any part of him, when she came to a solution for her issue. Dropping to the ground, she'd attempt to roll over on him, to dislodge herself, from him to get away. Of course this all banked on him, not getting a new grip on her, in the time it would take her to move, and on him not using his body to prevent her from rolling. Her daring move could also become her down-fall.

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A growl ripped through his throat as the woman quickly rolled onto her side. He felt the breath rush out of his lungs for an instant before his muscles tensed back into action. He had hit the ground hard, and possibly bruised his side but managed to keep his claws dug into her ivory pelt. While they were still on the ground, Fugue whipped his head into position and aimed a painful blow at her rib-cage. If his teeth were to meet their target, the woman would instinctively curl into the bite to avoid more pain, making it easier for the man to re-position himself onto her backside once more. Her struggles encouraged him to push harder against her resistance.

Bastard.

The daring escape, that she had planned had backfired the moment his teeth sunk into her rib-cage. A sudden yelp left her jaws, a strange sound among the snarling, and she curled into it, hoping to relieve the pressure. Turning her head, she snapped at him, hoping to latch on to anything really, his muzzle, his ears, god, even his eyes. Anything to force him to focus on her jaw and release her side. It might have been that she realized what she had done, and what was going to happen and for a tenth of a second she stilled, before crushing her jaws opened again and she snapped at his ear, her jaws slamming down, hoping to shred into it, if he hadn't moved his head clear of her gaping jaws.

Satisfaction briefly reached his senses as the dame did exactly as predicted.She had easily curled into the position that would give him precise advantage over her, and yet she still found a way to surprise him. His teeth had only been embedded in her side for a moment before her jaws snapped by his face. To avoid her jaws, he immediately loosened his jaws and aimed to swipe his claws in her direction, but was disappointed when a painful crunch told him his ear was being attacked. He yelped in pain, releasing her ribcage, and pushed himself onto her exposed belly, his jaws aiming to pin her by the soft and vital part of her neck.