Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

he had tracked @Relmyna out of interest at first, but had grown more persistent in seeking out her presence as the days bled together. never once did he approach or make his interest in her known (though, it was entirely possible she was aware of his presence), prefering instead to keep his sigils unnoticed. in truth, iliksis was compelled by her -- something about her presence bade him to spend great lengths studying her. he noted her absolute silence, the way white wrapped her only partially -- and the gruesome scars that swallowed her muzzle.

as of late he had grown more bold in his studying sessions -- until one day, he came across her and did not bother to steal to cover at all. instead he apprised her with a cold look, his ears cupped forward.

aside from the rare glissade of instinct, relmyna had not noticed the slinking beast shadowing her. the evoker's constant trips to and from the temple, the great swathes of time spent alone with the rock of tongues and its whispers, her search for golden flowers in the recesses of the swamp kept her occupied. and her mind was let loose to wander, to gather the talk of blackfeather and filter it down into relmyna's consciousness.
madwoman — she toiled her days alone, determined to decipher for herself the sussurations. it was on one such day that he came forward, and relmyna lifted her muzzle from where it had been pressed against the clear stone with a moan, eyes fluttering open only to widen with immediate apprehension upon the man, but prone as she was, the patchwork wolfess could only crouch protectively above that which connected her to the plane beyond.

iliksis longed to know the nature of her inner pursuits - what was she tracking the vivid flowers for -- to what god did she supplicate their soft petals? his curiosity compelled him ever closer, and when her eyes flew open with a flutter and a quiet moan expelled from her lips, iliksis' long ears cupped forward in interest.

boldly, he stepped towards her -- he half expected her to abruptly rise from her supine position. he extended his muzzle to hers and his nose quivered as he drew from the cold air the scent of stone, and snow, and all manner of apothecary that still hung on her breath. his gaze turned to the stone pointedly, as if asking her what she intended by frequently haunting such miserable ground.

the man's dark muzzle searched relmyna; she lifted her lips further than they had already been ruined, warning him of her willingness to meet his questing lips with her own teeth. yet, like all who met her, the odd brute was curious about the stone she carried. and yet relmyna did not wish to share it, not with so rude a creature who gave her no reprieve or space to rise. a small paw tucked the rock deliberately into the plush pale hairs of her breast; the evoker glared with stalwart irritation into the unsettling yellow of his too-close gaze. 
she needed no tongue to growl, but saw no current reason to do so; he would do well to remove himself from her space, or suffer the anger she had long held. that their sizes were distinctly mismatched was of no account to her.

Iliksis was aware his proximity presented certain discomfort. one need not be an altruist to gauge from the rise of Relmyna's gums the readiness in which her teeth employed. he did not wish to test the surety of her aim, nor the precociousness of her fangs.

satisfied with his inspection  (yet no less curious ) Iliksis gave Relmyna her space, though for a while his gaze studied the rise and fall of her chest. wordlessly he stepped back far enough that several meters spanned between them, and like a cat curled twice around in the snow and settled deep, his gaze now holding her scarred muzzle in his vision.

relmyna pierced him with an unyielding glower as he moved away, only to settle and lay his eyes upon her again. sufficiently disgruntled, she pondered her next move. he did not seem to be a wise creature, given the scent of her rank by which he had blundered — or, more aptly and dangerously, he did not appear to care. therefore, turning her back to trot deeper into the wood became less of an option; if he did not care, perhaps he would not consider the consequences if he attacked her.
aware of her paranoia, relmyna nevertheless held steadfast — she rose on stiff legs and left the stone where it was, approaching the newcomer with a gait her previous self would not have employed, and as she stepped closer, the pale flag of her plume rose.
relmyna did not consider herself cruel, but the presence of this man caused the pressure of her temples to throb anew; she would drive him away with punishment for his misjudgement of her, and he would bear the brunt of all who had done the same since she had awoken.

r i p illiksis

iliksis would have been happy to study the alabaster female a while longer, but it seemed fate (or specifically, relmyna) had ordained otherwise. his gaze flickered to the female as she rose, noting the roughness of the transition and the stiffness of each limb as it pulled her closer. the stone remained where she had left it -- iliksis found his attention diverted for but a moment as he looked upon its solitary form nestled in the snow.

part of him wished to incendiate her -- he could have nimbly plucked the stone and quit her company -- but that required a sustained amount of effort as he imagined she would most certainly object to such an action. instead he remained rooted to the spot, only his eyes moving as she pulled threateningly closer with her tail branded over her thin hips like a weapon.

the message was all too clear: with a grunt he shifted, pulling his front limbs out in front of him as he pushed with his hinds from the snow. with one singular ear drawn back, the man sought to yield to her station by carefully stepping backwards.

he might be of use, came the whisper, and the vengeful evoker halted in her snowy furrows, turquoise eyes burning with baleful fire toward the man who had yielded her rank. and while relmyna wished to press on, to leap toward him and tear with her teeth until the dark reprobate fled her, the true urge of it had escaped the woman. sufficing to take one step further, relmyna met the flare of his yellow eyes for a moment.
with a deliberate turn of her narrow back, relmyna moved back toward the stone, lifting it in her slim jaws, and cast a pointed look over her thin shoulder. come, her posture beckoned — if he did or did not was of no account to the wolfess, who set off at a slow clip into the thicker shadows of blackfeather.

iliksis had expected physical recourse, and was almost disappointed that the worst he had gotten was a scorching glare. certainly, her eyes were not harmless -- he saw a flicker of malice in relmyna's eyes that he wished to witness, or taste. he was quite familiar with that animus, and while he was usually the one to do inflicting, it excited him to possibly receive it from one such as her.

she turned her back to him and he traced her thin outline with a hunger that did not originate in his stomach. it was tempting, but he fought the urge that rose in him. as she turned to look at him, it was certain she would read well of his internal conflict. he caught the intention of her wordless gesture, and rose hastily to follow after her.

true to form, the woman noticed the craving that had come over the man, but gave no sign of her awareness; only the burn of her anger was its testament. she led the snakelike man deep into the gloom, until only thin shafts of light filtered through the interlaced canopy overhead, and did not quite reach the earth. for what reason she had brought him here, relmyna did not know, save for the fact that the sickening feeling she had first felt upon seeing the man remained, compounded by the evidence of his rigid conflict.
in the murk, the evoker set down the rock of tongues gently, patting snow around its edges to hold the clear stone where it lay. her back remained toward the dark tyro; she moved with quiet deliberation. and then, lifting her head, relmyna let out the breath she had been holding in a pale plume and whirled toward the yellow-eyed serpent.
her teeth flashed, forelegs striking out into open air, to connect with his sable hide her twisted jaws, turquoise eyes snapping with maddened fire. it was the promised threat of his existence she craved, for life beat suddenly in her spirit; let him come then, bear the thin bones of her form down into the snow and have what he wished, but relmyna would force him to fight for every iota of gluttony she suspected he wished to wring from her body.

he followed her then, their passing marked by the crunch of snow and the soft twitter of birds flown aflutter. he watched the soft sway of her haunches, the thinness of her form. she stopped at an indeterminate marker and placed the stone on the ground. iliksis watched curiously with his heart and loins wanting as she pressed and shaped the snow in a white cradle around the precious artifact.

she turned upon him then, a flash of white fury with fangs too fast for iliksis to parry. he felt the sharpness of them raze his coat and his heart beat faster, excited and hammering with a long flush of some primal thing aroused in him. he fell back into the snow with a graceless grunt and yielded his neck to her, inciting her to come to him. to split his skin and dapple the snow with his bright blood.

she flew to him then and a chill raked up his spine as her teeth thrilled him. he snarled and parried with his teeth though made no attempt to connect to her flesh -- with each quaking breath he felt his insides roil and that basal desire swelled in him again, this time taking physical form as he felt her flesh press against him in violent movement.

their dance was not a painless arrangement and with each swipe of tooth and claw he felt his lust flare until at last he drew scoops of cold air in his lungs and the sting of his wounds shivered him. as she rallied for another blow he rose quickly to his feet and attempted to flip her form with his front legs splayed and jaws parted. the maneuver had a surprising agility and efficiency to it and he straddled her then as best he could, pressing his chest down into her struggling form as he met her flashing teeth with a hungry and soulless stare.

he could have taken her then, and it gave him grief to deny himself that pleasure. he pointedly drew his teeth along her neck enough that her fur parted and raw marks welted with blood. he savored the tincture on his tongue and pressed his straining groin against her so he could for a moment satisfy his craving -- and then if she allowed it he would pull himself from her with a low and sensual growl.

clashing shadows in a primeval garden of eden were they, sylph and satan in the timeworn clash of light and dark. where she gave, he took, and where he yielded, she too ripped from him what she would. the heat of his desire burned piquant on her tongue wherein the red dripped from his wounds to her, smeared into her guard hairs, her chestfur; here now, her own wounds glistened scarlet, her tearing cerise. she had been lured forward, was her grave misstep, but one she sought to rectify with each clash of their teeth against those of the other.
until at last he drove the breath from the woman, tossing down his defiant foe, he smote her upon the ruin of their snowy battlefield and thrust his entire slinking body against her own, feculent in the black look of his eyes. relmyna gave a gasp as he wrung blood from her again, though her own gaze sought to entirely consume him with her rage, and she pressed without fear her forepaws against his shoulders, twisting violently in his grasp even until the knobs of her spine had been bruised against the frozen earth.
and then came the press of his truest weapon — the evoker went rigid with fear, some violent light dying within her; now there was only terror of the unknown, her chest rising and falling fiercely beneath the weight of him, even as her mind screamed her body knew its desire, and the gold pleasure of it stippled itself with the crimson of her pain, hues fracturing beyond the reach of her consciousness in agony — skull thrumming with whiteness and all sensation building in a ziggurat to her warped lusts, relmyna cried out and found strength to snap wildly for any part of the man she could reach.

her paws dug deep into the sinews of his shoulder and her breath stung him. her gaze he dared hold only a moment before teeth followed -- their rapier surface too sharp for his willing engagement. she fought back violently, wildly -- in that moment two truly feral creatures fought with the fierceness of the second coming - demon and cherub, stone and snow.

and then she was still. iliksis felt the forest thrum around them. evidence of their scuffle in the form of crystalline snow-powder still lightly fell, settling to to the earth in a silent ethereal cascade. in the distance, the soft chitter of some unknown lark.

and pain - a riotous and berserk feeling of injury sprung from his cuts and simmered in his nerves.

he drew back and she was hot against him in defiance. he found it hard to control his movement, to keep his steps measured -- her teeth incited him, her struggle aroused him -- with a snarl he turned abruptly against her and brought his hind end swinging around to check her and force her back. it was an effort -- perhaps his last -- to put distance between them before he (and she) fell prey to his lustful depravity.

relmyna felt the crack of his hip against her jaw; her muzzle sailed sideways and struck the cold earth firmly, dazing her for a long moment. before the muzziness of her eyes swam shadow, and then the haired legs of a spider; she blinked and felt fire envelop her, and the snakelike hiss she had long awaited came.
give me your pain
sithis.
relmyna gasped then; he had gone, and trembled in the grasp of her attacker before energies flooded her once more and she arched beneath the weight of him, scratching once more with the blunt nails of her forepaws and soaring forth with her teeth; he would not end their quarrel, only she.

he struck her down and she sunk to the dirt with her skull sliding across the snow. her body prone and lifeless. a singular ear drew back along iliksis' narrow skull as he regarded her with a strange semblance of apprehension.

he was not sorry his blow had stilled her, and he stepped towards her with longing in his eyes. he fought intensely with the impassioned urges that seized him; he wanted to fall upon her recumbent form then, to explore her in the only way he knew how: violently. to physically consummate their union of two intemperate and completely separate entities.

his willpower was far weaker than the incitement of his libido, yet before he could fall to her body she was awake again and turned upon him. again came the gnashing of teeth and the fling of blunted claws -- iliksis raised his tail high over his haunches and loosened a strident snarl. he had enjoyed their game and their bloodied scuffle, for a time -- but as was evident by the warring contrast of his physique, his control was waning.

illuminated by a sense of fierceness (and incited pain) that she fell upon him again, iliksis reared upright and sought to clout her, his limbs propped forth to strike her down once more.

such vicious beasts warred within her fellow combatant! relmyna watched the churn of his xanthic eyes and knew the man was divided within himself. and onward his desire burned, spurred by the truth of her struggle against him, and she was unashamed that desire knifed up from her depths even as the man descended upon her prone form.
but the strength that ire had placed within her thin form departed as soon as it had arrived; his wolfclaws scratched painfully along her cheek, and the fiery shot forced the evoker to snap back a yelp she would not grant him the satisfaction of hearing. she writhed against the man no more, but lay against the snow with a hard look to the darkened beryl of her eyes. relmyna's rawboned breast heaved with the chaos of her exertions; the woman was winded but no less defiant than she had been before.

the efforts of their entwined struggle had begun to wear down both combatants; iliksis felt fatigue drain his efforts, and could tell by the parries of his adversary that she too felt the sting of exhaustion. he caught the ardent glare of her eyes; defiance given form by the doleful lapis of her hardened gaze.

he wanted more than anything to take her then; a part of him was irrevocably excited, enraged -- infuriated by the pain she had inflicted upon him. but he would not. she was different than anatha, and awinita.

in one last effort to quell the monstrous uprising within him, iliksis turn then and fled.