Redhawk Caldera 'Til you will not want me any other way [TRIGGER WARNING]

50°, currently it is clear and set during the night. Located in Great Bear Wilderness, redhawk caldera | ooc notes: anyone is welcome to join! i will archive in 1 - 2 weeks if no one jumps in! Thalia, if you want me to change anything, please let me know!!! | tagging: @Cassiopeia - for reference

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After Valour had brought in that female pup, Vengeance set out swiftly after to go and investigate the location that he said she came from. The Caldera. The lands were obviously shaken, boulders freshly fallen from above, and the scent of blood was heavy in the air. There was a fatality in this landslide. Curiously he followed the scent in the air, nose twitching with every inhale he took, pinpointing where it was coming from until finally, he stumbled onto the sight.

Immediately he began to grin. Saliva pooling on his tongue as his gaze fund a mangled piece of her leg - possibly brought by some scavenger. It was old, but her scent, it was unforgettable. No matter how faint it was now as it mixed with the smell of death. It was her. That woman from before, the one who had escaped him oh no narrowly. Though she did not have the same smell of milk and puppies on her, he could not mistake that scent for anyone else. Was that pup in his borders this woman's young? Oh, the irony was delicious, and the thought broadened his grin as sharp fangs poked from his visage in a Cheshire display. 

This time, you were not clever enough to escape death, huh? Strings of saliva oozed from his lips as he spoke, though her death was not from his fangs or doing - it was a pleasant sight to see. Her mangled body crushed under the rock, it was a fitting end as he could see - and if no one was going to come and stop him... the Warlord would indulge in filling his belly with whatever was left of her. Stripping any flesh from the bone that poked out from under, finally tasting that sweet tissue he had desired for so long.

The way the earth shook was something she took as a sign of trouble, a warning from her god that this land was not as magical as she had thought it to be. She had been so amazed, in awe of the green trees and all the flowers and fresh streams instead of just sand and the occasional Oasis that she hadn't kept in mind this was still the same world she had always lived in and people weren't pleasant all the time. She had hidden herself away in an abandoned den on her travels away from the glen, used it as a place to come back to while she explored as much as she could but then the quakes happened and the den had collapsed, luckily when she was not inside of it. 


Her shoulder ached something awful but she marched on, checking occasionally to see if it was bleeding or if the moss was still in place which it was. She didn't know where she was going but it was the sweet scent with notes of rot that dragged her toward the unpleasant scene of a man standing over the crushed body of a woman and eating her. It wasnt the worst she had witnessed, she had done some terrible things herself to impress her father but she had never eaten the body of a fellow wolf. To do that was something she feared would poison her soul, rot her away from the inside out. "Vod Chafaan" she whispered in respect to the dead as a shiver ran down her spine and then, in a more clear tone she said "Hello! let me bring other food" the offer was both because of the poor, dead woman and she feared the stranger would turn into the monster of her people's legends on cannibalism.

With gore painting his mug, he turned as the friendly voice called out to him - calling his hunger further as she proclaimed to bring him more food. She couldn't tell, she wouldn't and could never tell why he was eating what he was, the absolute feeling of euphoria it gave him to finally dive face deep into the woman who had caused him so much frustration in months prior during the summer. The reason why he joined the failure of a pack Rusalka.

A crooked smile etched itself along with his features as he snaked around to face the young woman, eyes now focussing on her living figure. She had already seen his dark desires of cannibalism and chose to ignore it, and offer something else in exchange. 

Dripping onto his chest, the thick crimson liquid stained his coat as he approached her grayscale figure. Thank you. He cooed through morbid lips, tongue stretching from its cavern in order to try and clean what little it could from his muzzle in a sad attempt. What should he do with this one? There were so many options... she came off as such an airhead. The options were endless, and all very entertaining.

There was evil in his smile, she could see it as soon he faced her. It caused the fur along her spine to rise up slightly though she kept her composure, lips still curled up in a friendly smile though it trembled and threatened to fall at any moment. He thanked her and she watched the crimson dribble down his lips, down his fur. He hadn't simply been eating, he had been feasting, devouring the flesh. The way the gore soaked his fur made it evident he had been enjoying the woman's flesh completely. This was a man already poisoned in his soul and she took a few steps backward, ears lowering "I go....Be back soon?" she offered tone sounding less friendly and more frightened and cold. "Jaqqa" she murmured under her breath, heart pounding like trapped prey. If he let her go off she doubted she would return....yet the woman's body, it felt wrong on every spiritual level to leave her there to be devoured completely.

She backed up, and he moved forward. A deadly dance as he kept the distance between them at a certain length - his length. He desired to control this interaction. Even further so, he inched forward, ever so slightly. That slight creeping that made one come closer... closer... slowly, stealing the space between them greedily. No... Stay. He cooed. Half lidded eyes sliding over her figure as he tantalizingly looked her over. The Warlord's baritones smoothly drummed against the air in a rolling tune, like thunder in the distance. 

He was excited. The thrill of knowing this woman had perished had left him in euphoria - and of course, he wanted more. He wanted to push the pleasure further and drink it up, to continue rather than savoring the moment and logging it away to memory... no. Like a child with sugar, he wanted more. Such a sweet girl. Entertain me, feed me, feed my damned soul. Though his eyes lusted for her, for her flesh, for her fears, they were empty, soulless. They were starved to be satisfied by something he was not all too certain of what... 

But one thing was certain... He would not let her go that easily. Unless she ran as far and as fast as she could from him, right now (even then he would lunge to try and keep her here), he continued to swallow the distance between then, even circling around ever so slightly in order to drink up all of her appearance... 

What to do... what to do. He pondered.

Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings inside of her chest as he kept the distance between them close. She knew what lust looked like on men and her breath caught in her throat pupils dilating slightly at the mixture of interest and fear. She was losing the control on the situation and he was eyeing her like a starved man, a hungry predator staring down a fat deer. Immediately she shifted lowering her head and arching her back so her belly was toward the ground as she sauntered in, reaching submissively out to him making her slender throat go on display as she placed a feather featherlight kiss upon his jaw and then dancing away again her tail wagging slowly. To make herself more appealing, to charm him using her body, that would place her back in some semblance of control. She had learned this as the princess Drogo, to use her body to control the men who saw her as weak. "Yer affis anni" she purred, her tone sounding as if she were whispering sweet nothings for the wind to blow to him as she backed away slowly, hips swaying enticingly and athletic body rippling with lean muscle. "Why? What do you want?" she asked innocently her eyes gazing definently into his for a moment as she quickened the pace in which she was backing away, turning slightly as if about to run. There was something thrilling in playing the prey, seeing if he would catch her. She enjoyed sex, she was not one to sleep around often but she did enjoy it whenever it happened. Her goal was to get away but she couldn't deny the curiosity that lingered for this poisoned man.

Instinct. That was purely what he felt at the moment. The excitement of Cassiopeia's passing ignited a dangerous flame within him. Every move she made, every breath she took, he was watching. Eyes following every slight movement, studying her, waiting for his moment. His own body swayed as hers did, muscles rippling with every movement he made as he anticipated a chase. 

There was no immediate answer as she questioned his desires. She backed away at a quicker pace, and he swallowed the earth beneath him further, faster as he craved to close more distance between them. Then, in a moment of pure silence. Your body. Profound vocals purred from the beast as every word slithered between oozing fangs, saliva dripping from between the yellowing bones as he eyed her with pure ravenousness. 

With only a moment for her to think about his words, he pounced. Paws reaching out in the attempt to pin her down, while his own heart raced with anticipation, breath hot and heavy as if he did manage to pin her down, would reach around her neck to keep her place with pressure almost too intense for romance. 

Should he miss and only land on the ground - well, the chase was on. He wouldn't let her escape be an easy one. He enjoyed a good hunt too.

The way he looked at her ignited the her blood right, the keen ability to tap into instinct and use it to her advantage, yet it wasnt as it should be, she did not become the natural killer as her family always did but felt torn. The ravenous, utterly intense way the lust burned in his gaze made her ache for such a look on a powerful man as he was frightening to the much smaller she wolf. At the same time she was completely opposed to being taken in such a mindless manner, as if she were a toy for his pleasure alone. "No." she snapped her voice harsh and hoarse as her breath caught in her throat, paws reacting through adrenaline as she saw him lunge. She stepped to the side and kept herself close, circling him her fur sliding just slightly against him just to keep his interest. "Earn it" she demanded and then bounded away in a few short but graceful leaps. Then she paused and faced him her lips curving upwards as she wagged her tail in a slow manner, ears going down as she placated him in a flirtatious yet coy way.

Her body quivered with nervous excitement as she battled with the desire to prove herself as someone worthy of proper attention and the fact that she wanted him to win, she wanted him to take her in such a way. Everyone had always been so terrified to try and do anything with her because of her father and she had never been given the sex she had hungered for and fantasized about for so long. "If you want me?" she cooed flashing a broad smile, her voice throaty and enticing as she egged him on, trying to lure him in. She clearly wanted him but she still did not intend to just let him get away with acting as if she could be brutalized to his satisfaction without a care.

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He landed on dirt, paws feeling nothing but the cold hard ground as she evaded his pounce. Instinctively he turned his head into her direction and snapped ferociously, pushing against the ground as claws sank into the earth brutally. A cloud of dust mushroomed from his feet as he pushed against it trying to reach her. Sputum shattering from his maw as they snapped shut violently with nothing between them but air as she danced away.  

Her act egged him on further. He wanted her more and more. The fact that she played hard to get and yet remained so tantalizingly close (even if she fled, he'd pursue, though he had less of a chance to get his fill since she's probably faster than him), made him picture the things he wanted to do to her. To ravage her body until she simply could not walk anymore for a while. 

He'd make her bleed.

He'd make her scream in pleasure.

Make her beg to stop.

His eyes never left her as his body snaked from an angled position from his previous missed attacked and into a more standing posture. There were no words anymore upon his tongue. They barely registered. The man's maw fell open as his tongue rolled out of his maw, drenched in ooze as it strings off the pink muscle and onto the floor.

He wanted to taste her. 

Devour her

Mindlessly he paced forward. That empty stare ever holding onto her tightly. Void of anything other than brutal erotic desire.

Above all else.

He wanted to feel her insides.

She could see the madness her actions caused and felt a sharp sense of satisfaction that she could cause such an intense reaction in a man so big and savage. Pool watched the man slather, drool dripping off of his tongue in long strands as he began to walk forward staring at her in such a savagely lustful way it had her naturally crouching down and wiggling her tail in a simpering way. Her eyes lifted toward his face and as he inched closer and closer she felt her breath quicken into quick bursts as she wanted nothing more than to let him have his way with her. The pheromones in the air were evident of how aroused she was and just as he got dangerously close she gasped and turned to dart away, hesitating and peering at him over her shoulder almost wistfully before she turned to move away again.

You can PP him getting to her but maybe do a success roll for actually capturing her? I may just go with it anyway xD

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Rolled a successful hit; permission to PP from player!!

They were both aroused. The little game she played would soon come to an end as he figured she could only keep dodging and avoiding her own desires for so long. Drip the liquid hit the ground, seeping from his open maw as he stepped forward. Like a cat ready to pounce on its mouse, he was focused. He inched closer... and closer... until - he pushed with his hind legs against the ground for a burst of speed and swatted at her hind leg as she turned to flee again. 

This time she was his.

Quickly he climbed over her, towering over the smaller female with his titanic frame, pressing into her with his weight on her shoulders. His face grew closer to her nape as saliva dragged along her back, slowly he drank at the moment, seizing the back of her neck in his grasp and twisting it, pulling it to try and cause discomfort immediately. Sinking his fangs only a little, just enough to draw blood into that extra skin along her neck. 

Now with control over her neck, he dragged his paws off of her shoulders and pressed the grip he held in his maw, back to the ground, jostling her while he still had every intention to keep her from moving. Raking his claws against the ground, he grasped her hips to move them into position, pressing her against his pelvis.

The moment he felt them touch, grazing against what would be the climax of the thread - he flashed a disturbed grin and proceeded to enter the other hole. Quickly so she had little time to protest. He pressed her hips as close as they possibly could go against him, perhaps painfully so, in every attempt to finally take complete, and utter control of this interaction.

Her breath caught in her lungs as the strike to her hind leg caused her to stumble long enough that he was upon her in a second. As his weight pressed to her back she froze a shiver running down her spine just before she was yanked back, a sharp cry leaving her maw as she went limp breath ragged as he handled her like she was nothing against him and his power. The stinging on her scruff was enough to know he had broken skin but instead of driving fear into her it made her wiggle back against him, silently telling him she was his to do as he wished. With each movement of his hips she sucked in a sharp breath waiting for him to bury himself inside of her, yet he poked elsewhere and she growled turning and snapping her eyes wild for a moment ears pinned back "No, please?" she breathed against his fur pleading for him to just avoid doing that one thing, not to enter there. Trying to distract him she lowered her front end and shifted so that her hind end brushed against his member, raising so he slid lower and pressed against the warmth of her core. A low noise rose from her throat and she pushed back almost demanding he take advantage of the moment. 

Sorry for the short reply!

Her growl at his attempt to enter the exit only brought the man more joy than she could imagine, he kept smiling through her scruff, breathing heavily into her skin while he threatened to do so anyway. Pressing, prodding, just hoping to get more of a rise out of her and debating on just doing it anyway.

But as she shifted her position, correcting him, the moment he felt the moisture and warmth from the entrance he thrusted forward in one swift motion, pushing himself completely inside. Then he let instinct take over. Even a young fawn who had just entered the season as a buck for the first time knew what to do - but unlike a new buck, Vengeance was experienced and would last much longer than the average male. 

With every motion, there was a power behind it, with every intention to never be forgotten whether it was good or awful. With every strike, he grunted lowly, air pushing out of his nostrils forcefully to keep himself in rhythm.

When he struck true her eyes went wide and she knew she had never had a real man before. Fumbling, clumsy, boys who had no idea what they were doing, boys that were too soft and thought they hurt her with a gentle prod, boys who were rough but were not sure in their thrusts, who slammed against her harshly. Those were what she had known, sad little tastes of the real experience, the real hard joining of a man and a woman. She moaned, the sound tearing from her throat as his roughness drove the breath from her lungs in a way she couldn't control. She had nothing to say, no words to describe the way she felt, no way to encourage him to continue. She was grateful, grateful to this killer, this filthy man who ate the flesh of his species and was treating her with little more respect than the deceased woman in front of them. "San athchomari yeraan" she breathed her neck arching as she pushed against him, stance quickly shifting so she could handle his weight without crumbling feebly beneath him.  her people's words of thanks were all she could muster before she clenched down around him, releasing savage noises of pleasure as he took her how he wanted.

There was no real reason why he did what he did. A beast of pure instinct, logic wasn't something that came to him naturally without some effort - though he did make some wise decisions from time to time, it wasn't something that was often enough to be associated with the Warlord. He lacked decency, poise, and grace; and moments like this was enough to clue in that perhaps he was more so a man of instinct and desire above anything else. 

Their bodies fused for a moment in passionless adultry. Satisfying himself and her along for the ride - and only in time did it all come to an end. Once finished, with a more clear sense of himself, the earthen behemoth disembarked and shook himself off. Debris flying in every which way with the shake of his frame. 

There were no words exchanged as he began to pad off, walking at a slow enough pace toward where the Haunted Woods lay where he would return and move on from today. Unless she spoke up - he would be gone.

All track of time was lost until suddenly it was over, his weight gone and leaving her shivering and breathing as hard as if she had just tried to take down a large buck alone. She watched with wide multi colored eyes as he walked off and she sat down, grooming at her fur so it laid flat again as she basked in the afterglow of the most exquisite sex she had ever had. Within moments he was gone as if he had never been there and she walked to the desecrated body of the woman unknown to her. She looked down at it and sighed softly "Safe journey" she whispered, praying that her spirit would find itself in a good afterlife. After she could stand without her legs trembling she left, heading in the opposite direction of the strange man.