@Lecter !! whoo
Hawkeye kept her head bowed at the shrine she created. Eyelids squeezing tightly shut were the only things she could focus on; the black wolf zoned everything out and tried to remember what she had seen when she met with Lecter so many months ago. A small smile twitched at the corner of her mouth when she realized that now
he would have been the one blending in, instead of her.
Opening her eyes and staring off toward the mountains, Hawkeye raised herself and let out a sigh. This wasn't working. Steam was being lost without
Sos' voice, and guidance from Jinx was not going in a great direction.
Whatever, she thought to herself. She would have preferred the mad ways of someone else anyway; but, that was not possible. Another sigh was let out, mostly in self-pity, and the midnight wolf found herself walking dangerously close to the steep edges of her land.
“”
He had spent little time exploring the new lands, but he ventured forth now, assured of his place in Lethe's ranks. He would range to collect poppyseed, bone, and baneberry, bloodied skulls and pieces of pelt, for there was to be a rite that would be more powerful than ever before.
He followed the sharp drop of a ridge for some time, before his deathly slimness forced him to pause and draw breath. His eyes had retained their sharpness, however; he forged deeper into the land, assiduously avoiding the scent-markers of a nearby pack. When he turned his attention to them, however, he remembered the black shadow whom he had once taught, and a savage light lit his glacial eyes.
He called for her then, believing the hawk-woman nearby, and paused in anticipation of her arrival.
Hawkeye froze as a twig snapped under her foot. Something felt off. A soft chill drizzled itself upon her body, but not from the cold. And that's when He spoke.
The white one has called for you. He waits. A breath was sucked in by the dark charcoal wolf. He? She asked herself. She only knew one white wolf, and that was Jinx Kesuk.
Her eyes widened and darted about as she began to run through the forest. Her heart thumped in her chest wildly, and even moreso when she laid her eyes upon the male who was supposed to have taught her the ways.
Quickly walking toward him, she let out misting breath into the air. His pelt was marred with dirt and blood, but she rejoiced in this. "Lecter... come. Enter my lands. Tell me what happened to you. I have missed your presence." The words that came from her mouth sounded like someone else was speaking; Hawkeye was in such awe and disbelief, and she wondered if the male could tell this.
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“”
Despite her obvious shock, Lecter noted that Hawkeye controlled it well. “ I have been travelling with my daughter, in search of Sos' blessing. We have grown strong in His glory.” He knew perhaps it would not appear as such, given the jut of ribs and hips through the tangled, filthy mat of his pelt, but his eyes gleamed with verve and an unholy fire.
“ And the God looked down upon you, and blessed you.” He recalled how she had been in servitude to Bon Dye, and imagined Jinx felt the sting of Hawkeye's betrayal acutely. But this he did not comment upon — it was matters between them — and he lengthened his stride to approach the sable shadow.
“ When did this come to pass, the granting of these lands?” he asked softly, icewater eyes meeting her own.
Sucking in her breath while his icy eyes met her key-lime ones, Hawkeye nodded in acknowledgement of Sos' blessing.
"These lands were taken over by myself and Leto shortly after Jinx had disappeared. I was angry with her, but when Sos speaks to me, and she said she followed his word, what am I to think?" Hawkeye paused to look down, unsure of what she was getting at.
Reconnecting her eyes with his, a plea rested on her orbs. "I have tried building a shrine, but I know nothing of the ways. I need guidance, and Jinx is reluctant to do so." Hawkeye bowed to the male, keeping her eyes rested on his. "Please show me the ways to please Sos properly, Lecter. I need you." Another chill clung itself to her spine. She would let this male have her instantly if he desired so.
“”
Jinx, Jinx, everywhere that he saw, she was there to haunt him, to drive him into madness for the sheer want of her. But he was silent on this front, and listened, his interest piquing as Hawkeye described her dismay with her shrine to Sos. Though the tone on which she ended provoked a vaguely startled blink from the tattered witch, he nodded at her. “Lead me to this shrine, Hawkeye.”
Lecter did recall how eagerly she had listened to his lessons upon the Dark One, and found himself strangely flattered that the shadow still craved his experience and sense of ritual when it came to pleasing Sos. “Blood and bone; sacrifice. This is sure to please Him,” he began, but surely this was something that she already knew. “You must tempt Him down from His respite on high with meat, with an offering that is consumable, and only then will He grant you His presence.”
The ebony head nodded at Lecter's request, and she led him to her jagged shrine. It was a stump ripped from the forest floor (moreso dug), and it was cracked, as if lightening had struck when the tree least expected it. There were skulls, rabbit furs and blood, colorful stones, all surrounding the altar that Hawkeye had laid for Sos.
"He speaks to me, you know. Jinx seemed jealous and angry that I claimed so. But He told me you were here, that you were waiting for me at the borders. I cannot prove what I say, but I know it is true; He has chosen me for some reason, and has been with me since I was a pup. He claimed my brother, my brother was weak." She poured out what she could think of, and did it the moment it struck her thoughts. It was a heap of confusion, but she understood.
“”
He nodded, an approving light flickering in his eyes as he gazed upon her shrine. When again she mentioned Jinx, the shaman's left ear flicked, but he gave no further response. With a practiced eye, the bloodstained witch pulled things out of alignment, but not in pursuit of destruction. He placed a skull at each of the altar's four corners — “ so that the elements may also be called to this place of worship”— and inscribed several odd markings and runic words in the dirt before the shattered stump.
“Anoint this place with blood and attempt to Call Him again,” he instructed. “I have no doubts that He speaks to you, Hawkeye,” Lecter murmured, turning to meet the electric verdancy of her gaze with his own.
His icy eyes pierced her green orbs and Hawkeye let out a gasp. She wanted Lecter to take her away, to ravish her, to teach her his ways of the shaman.
"Lecter," the midnight wolf began in a breathy, sultry way. "I want to thank you for your help. It is beyond words what it means to me. And it means even more that you believe He has given me the divine honor of knowing His voice." Looking the male up and down a moment, a tongue flung out to swipe the dark chops as if to cleanse them of blood.
“”
It occurred belatedly to Lecter that Hawkeye had allowed him into her lands for a singular purpose, and worship of Sos was not that reason. He watched her shadowed form shift, saw the desirous fire of her fervent eyes. Cruel and cold he might be at times, the shaman remained a man, and was not impervious to the charms of the opposite sex.
His gaze cooled. “At what are you playing, woman?” the pale weatherwitch demanded. Hawkeye could not know that which had come between himself and Jinx, but perhaps she knew of her former leader's feelings toward the madman. She had divested herself of Bon Dye and gained new lands — there was a chance she also sought what had been forbidden, if only to slight the Kesuk further.
Hawkeye thought carefully of what she was to say next. Dozens of beginnings began in her head, but they never sounded right.
After a long pause, she moved her large cranium, breaking eye contact. "I truly brought you here to further my knowledge, with no other intent." Her eyes scanned the land and moved back to Lecter. "But now that you are here, I can't help but want more." Leaving it for his own interpretation, a shudder carried itself through Hawkeye's large body.
“”
Lecter was not a stranger to the desires of others for himself; his blood had been wanted moreso than his body, however, and he was surprised by Hawkeye's deception, or that she wished for him at all. “Why?” the pale witch demanded, an anomaly where another man would have closed the gap betwixt himself and the shadow, and taken her willing form violently.
He felt that the transpirations of the past few days had put him in lockstep with Jinx, but the flagrant desire of the Sos-blessed shadow before him was titillating in some dark way. However, Lecter made no move to approach her; he awaited her explanation with the glacial coldness of his eyes trained upon her own.
Hawkeye lowered her head, but her gaze stayed trained on Lecter. His eyes glinted with his demand and she smiled. She had to get a grip on her body's desires before she tackled the dirty male to the fresh snow.
"It is something I desire; you are a creature of Sos, and Heee has blessed me with His voice and visions. Would it not make sense for us to come together, even if just once?" This all made sense in her mind, and she hoped that it would click for Lecter as well. They were both dark creatures in the mind, and becoming one was ever-so attractive in her head.
“”
He chuffed a warning, bloodstained hackles prickling from the mat of gore and filth that pelted him. “And Jinx believes that I am her own,” Lecter rejoined, “and I do not think that I will do anything to divest her of that belief.” His meaning clear, the former weatherwitch straightened.
“Aid with your worship, with your altar — yes, these things I shall give to you, shall teach you, Hawkeye,” he continued. “But our bodies are not meant for one another, and besides,” the man added with a cold smile, “I am certain you have many among your ranks more able to satisfy you than a dried husk of a man.”
Hawkeye nearly laughed in disbelief, but kept her composure well. Jinx? That bitch? Ugh, disgusting. She would puke later, but for now she merely fought a grimace into an accepting smile.
"I appreciate the help. I really have been virtually lost on all of this." The black wolf adjusted herself, now feeling a bit awkward under his gaze, whereas before she matched it beat for beat.
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“”
With the grace he knew she would show did Hawkeye accept his uncharacteristic rejection, and Lecter's chest heaved with a quiet breath of relief that she did not press the issue, for surely he would find himself weak beneath her advances. The lusts of his body had been awoken again, and they flared with a hunger that demanded to be fed, despite the consequences.
“You are not lost, Hawkeye; far from it,” Lecter murmured softly, seeking her bright gaze with his own cold eyes. “Do that which I have told you, and meditate upon the power and might of Sos, and you shall be blessed.” A glance skyward provided the time, and the pale witch shifted position. “I must return now, but I shall come to you again.”
"Bye..." the black wolf quietly murmured, not wanting the other male to leave. Hawkeye's green orbs followed the strange sway of Lecter's body as he left. She felt hollow and alone for the first time, not predicting that the male's absence would have such an effect on her.
At least there was good news: Lecter believed she was not lost and that what she had been doing was correct. Praying and meditating on Sos. A swell filled her chest momentarily at the thought of this, but fled her body easily when she noted the quietness of the world around her.
She needed to be alone.