This thread is set a month post the last thread with Leonidas and Dysis. Two weeks past her thread in Verdant Basin.
@LeonidasThe prior weeks had gone by with a fair amount of uneventfulness. The large female had moved on from the watering hole in pursuit of a vantage of these new lands, and Dysis had now taken up temporary residence in the jagged heights. An overhang with dried grasses beneath it was more than satisfactory for her. If she neared the edge, the seemingly endless lands sprawled out before her, and the visibility put her at ease. The environment was slightly cold for her velveteen pelt, but she paid it no heed in the scheme of her priorities.
The rainy days had stretched on persistently in the spring months, and the demoness had tried her best to wait them out before attempting to quenched her aching stomach. A dry hunt was not to be. Dysis left the comfortable oasis of her residence in pursuit of a meal. A strategy that was only put into play by necessity. The water from the skies were quick to drench her pelt as she went, and a bone chilling cold had set in before long.
The front half of her body was a welcome accessory among the rocks. It made the prospect of food much easier in the mountains than it had been in the plains, and it was not long before violet eyes landed on her quarry. A young boar roamed freely about the rocks, rooting to it's hearts content, unaware of the danger that lie mere meters away. The large female silently placed herself on the well worn trail it seemed to be inching closer to, but she remained unaware to the large figures behind her. The sound of their teeth chomping in warning drowned out with the pouring rain.
These lands fed the young man’s ego well enough. Leonidas found himself as what seemed to be one of the only wolves in this expansive territory. At least, he did not run across any markings or even that of a random loner passing through. This made for an ideal situation to tend to the wounds Dysis had left him with. Of course, he did not know where she had gone off to. If she stayed near or found a better suited home farther away was none of his concern, though he wondered about it often. The battle stayed fresh in his mind morning and night as there was no true victor.
Once he was well enough to travel, a large fresh scar having finally been formed on his left shoulder, Divi Filius sought another potential kingdom. The previous was fine, but it was only fine. He demanded perfection.
Atop the world was what he wanted, touching the heavens themselves so that he might feel closer to his destiny. He would be revered by all with time. He would become a God.
It wasn’t until a familiar scent was discovered, sending golden eyes aflame, that Leonidas halted his climb to the top. The virago that dared to stand in the way, repeatedly now it seemed. To follow it would surely bring more turmoil in his life, but a need to finish what he had started had the giant veer hard to find the demon. What he found was the beginning of her end. The black coated gladiator stood from a jagged ledge just above her, watching solemnly down his nose as the scene unfolded. Dysis found herself, unknowingly it seemed, in a Colesium with beasts. The rain above reeking of Artemis’s rage as the cream fool sought to slaughter the babe of a formidable foe. Did she not realize this was a fool’s hunt? Quiet he stayed, to watch the trial of strength unfold before him.
The length of time between this hunt and her last had left the woman rustic in her abilities. The rain that poured from the skies seemed to rage with thunder as she stared down her chosen meal. The woman could not decide if the leading god was cheering her on, or he was signaling her to stop. The primal instincts driving her won out the debate as she crept closer to the unassuming swine. They would surely not be amiss with her over keeping herself from starvation.
The lightning cracked in the sky above as she lunged for the nose of the boar. The blow landed, but it was an oddly familiar position. The puncture wounds that resided from her last tango with a maw had long since sealed over, leaving a crescent moon of scars upon her muzzle. Her strength easily tore the nose from the hog, but the fight was not over. Just as she reached for the killing blow, the thunder of hooves were heard above the torrential downpour.
Dysis whipped her head from the smaller pig to meet eyes with the beastly parent who had come to its aid. It outweighed her large figure by several hundred pounds, and every single pound of muscle was intent on ripping the wolf apart. Powerful legs propelled her to the side of its advances, but it managed to slam into her with its shoulder. The bastardly thing easily knocked her to the side. The air whooshed from her lungs, but she did not have time to dwell.
Dysis jumped to her feet and shot off on the even ground with the boar in hot pursuit, Artemis was angry. That she was certain, but the demoness did not wish to die today. The rocks she clambered upon to escape its clutches slid out from under her hefty form. They would not allowed her to clamber above the sheer face before her. It was a dead end. The woman was doomed, or so it seemed.
The witch would do what she knew best. A cream head turned, and with her back to the wall, she let out a battle cry. You will not take me so easily!
If the gods willed it, the large female knew it would be done. She would not go without a fight.
It was then she noticed the looming figure behind the beastly proportions of the boar. Another beast she had faced. There was anger there. That Leonidas, of all wolves, would get the satisfaction of seeing her death. The atrocities that would happen to her body after her death lay in the back of her mind as she flashed her teeth at his dark figure. The boar charged.
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Her battle cry stirred something within him. A single massive paw was absentmindedly placed closer to the edge of the cliff, a decorative gargoyle perched upon the edge of his castle. The way the Spartan woman clambered the side of the opposing cliff was to no avail. The wet sediment that held the rubble together on a dry day had no chance against the downpour that raged above them. She would never make it out of this alive. And while the idea of her demise sounded appealing in theory, to see it under such circumstances felt dishonorable for someone of his kind, regardless of their differences.
In a state of mindfulness, Leonidas felt everything around him slow as he weighed his choices. To let her fail and die or to intervene and showcase his power? Raindrops fell like snowflakes as the clock almost stopped, only to speed up again after the gladiator launched his attack from the spectator stand. If Artemis had sent this trial, the golden cloaked warrior would see to it that he took the victory for himself.
Leo sunk daggers firmly into the boar's backside, both claws and teeth hooking in tight to anchor the pig down into the mud just inches from its crying offspring. The boar would then be unable to continue its charge toward Dysis, but instead be forced to twist back in an attempt to free itself.
Ivory tusks flailed blindly as the creature screamed in horror at the sick turn of events, unable to aim accurately as the weight of Death drug it to its knees. There was another flash of teeth after using his grip to pull the bleeding pig closer to his chest. This time, they found their way to a pulsating jugular vein. Back and forth he jerked his grip, and Leonidas searched for Dysis' violet gaze as he slowly tore the head of the beast from it's body. All was serrated save for the spine, which as one could imagine would take quite a bit more gnawing than fat or muscle.
Taking a moment the Roman straightened himself, rising from the carcass, from his trophy. He had done it, and yet as elated as he felt in the moment he dare not let it show. Callously he watched as the young pig fled, it's dead mother's blood trickling down the jagged cliffside after it, then looked to the Godly woman. Leonidas nosed the boar closer to her, both an offering and a show of power in one. If he could not kill her, he would find other ways in which he could win over her.
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There had been a deep acceptance as she looked into the crimson eyes of her fated killer. A punishment for her transgressions that would surely bring the gods pleasure as the very blood in her veins watered the earth beneath her. The demoness would not go down without a fight, and they had surely known this when Artemis had selected her for their entertainment. Her shoulders set square in defiance of the sow, and the porcelain of her teeth lay bared in a snarl. A woman forged of war would only accept a death of peril.
The sound of the boar's squeal was shocking and unexpected. Dysis blinked as it writhed before her, caught in a shroud of dismay as the familiar golden highlights rode the beast into the ground. The adrenaline that had flowed through her in anticipation of her movements drained as quickly as it had been supplied. The large female stared at the situation with a hesitant uncertainty, and she made no move to assist. Leonidas had been her quarry a mere moon cycle before. There lied suspicion within his motives that prompted her skepticism in observing his actions. The sound of the blood pouring upon the stones beneath their paws was accompanied with a shaky intake of breath, but the gore was not evoking the reaction.
The golden eyes that caught her own glowed in the absence of the sunlight. Dysis would have thought the ghastly male to have been a descendent of Helios himself had she not known where his blood ran from, but the demoness could not look away from the scene before her. The sheer masculine and vile energy that surged forth from his actions stunned her into silent observation in an effort to commit every moment of it to memory. The demon to her demoness. There was something primal that surged forth as the decapitated head of the boar rolled to her feet. A deadly attraction to the obscene nature of the offering before her.
Had he offered in those moments of foolish weakness, Dysis would have taken him for all he was worth with no regard to the repercussions of her actions. The moment did not last long before the large female was back to her old ways. I will not feed from your kill. The meat is tainted.
Her tone held all the weight of defiance, but the female made no move to lunge for him this time. The brute had earned a small win. A quick movement positioned Dysis away from the boar head, but she remained parallel to Leonidas. In an attempt to size him up, she remained closer to him than ever before. The potential for another taste of his metallic blood increasing with their proximity.
A suspicious gaze scrutinized him from her position. There were ulterior motives here, and the demoness would rather starve than give in to the male before her. The rumbling of her stomach gave that much away. An idea came to mind, though. One of mischief. I prefer to watch.
A voice sweeter than honey coaxed him with all the implications of a serpent as the woman sat expectantly.
He clocked the moment she undressed herself, metaphorically speaking of course. Removing her fitted armor to reveal a soft feminine figure that so desired him. As he pushed their advisory into the ground before her, before it took its last breath and while they locked eyes, he saw her.
The moment was fleeting. As soon as the heat of the moment quelled, Dysis took guard against him once more. She backed away from his trophy, keeping a well-trained eye on him. The display of indifference elicited a displeased grunt from the man, though he understood the hesitation. Leonidas was also unsure of the predicament the two former enemies had found themselves in.
Lowering his own guard, the soldier lifted his head to the skies which still rained upon the scene of the slaughter, though it had become noticeably lighter. Nostrils flared and eyes closed as a deep breath was taken. Whether this was an attempt to steady his building irritation at the ungrateful woman, or to look for another sign from the Gods on what to do next, was unknown even to Leo. "Have it your way." Lightning eyes snapped back to her, his head level again to reveal a roguish smile. If she wanted to play games, he would happily oblige.
Leonidas grabbed the meat, sinking his claws into its warm flesh to drag it closer to where he stood. Farther away from her. Biting into the morsel, he made sure to relish in it while carefully studying Dysis to see how she would fare. She looked hungry and he would find great pleasure in every exaggerated bite he took in front of her. "You're too proud, Dysis. It will be your undoing."
Skepticism furrowed her brows while she looked on as Leonidas began to devour the nutrition that her body demanded. A palpable growl reverberated from her stomach, but Dysis was pressed to concede. She ground her teeth at the thought of sharing a meal with the brute before her. The large female knew the customs surrounding such an act as the one he had performed, and she refused to submit to his tyranny.
A muscular body propelled her as she walked away from the temptation that was Leonidas. Her back was turned to him for mere moments before her figure settled atop a small patch of moss mere feet away from his gorging form. Her eyes met with the molten gold of his own in a stare off as he continued. After several long moments, Dysis rested her head atop her paws while the rain continued to lightly sprinkle her already soaked fur.
Stop speaking like you know me, Leonidas. You know not of what will be my undoing. I would rather die a proud woman than a coward.
There was an edge to her already monotone voice. It was true. Dysis had done her due-diligence to ensure that her comings and goings had remained private among her peers. The woman had never entrusted anyone with anything, much less the workings of her own mind.
Her stomach was protesting all the while, but Dysis refused such a mortal action as to give the wolf before her a metaphorical win. If her teeth were to touch the flesh, she would be forced to present him with the token of his kill. She would be forced to concede that his actions had kept her from harm. The stubborn wolf wanted no such thing. Dysis owed him nothing.
The demoness moved to clean her paws of the blood that had seeped onto them from the carcass. The thick liquid had stained her tan paws crimson in her absentminded bid for space. An action to stave off the hunger, and the large female was fairly confident he would not rush her now after having assisted her mere moments before. There were words brooding within the recesses of her own mind as she worked, but there was one that stood above all else. why? The motives of his actions floored her in a way that could send any calculating mind reeling over all the things she thought she had known.
As time shepherded Leonidas further from the war, the unbridled anger that had once clouded his vision began to lift. The brutalities he endured, as well as his contempt for Dysis, became less frequent in passing thought. Less of a searing burn that flowed through his veins and more of an annoying itch on his ass he could not reach. This progress in his acceptance of the situation at hand was solely thanks to the Gods and their divine intervention. If not for that well-timed lightning strike, the gold-backed beast would either be dead or consumed with hate - both of which would not result in righteousness.
With all of this in mind, the man had no intention of finishing the meal alone. It would be unbecoming of him as gentleman, what with females to be the weaker sex. Dysis was a formidable opponent, but still a daughter of Athena and thus vulnerable in her emotions. So, he let her have her words after watching her her turn tail to him in an act of defiance, only to turn around again. Straightening himself with a ruffle of his pelt, Leonidas felt cords of muscle pull taught as he clenched his jaw in wait for his turn to speak.
"Then you would die a foolishly proud woman." The words dripped from lifted lips as he snapped a warning in return. He would see to it that this infuriating brat would eat. "You would be spitting in the faces of the Gods themselves for choosing such a selfish death. You are meant for more, as am I. Zeus himself sent his favor from the Heavens in protest of our deaths not but half a moon cycle ago!"
The virago held her composure mentally, though her body thwarted any effort she made to look uninterested in the boar. The man, the protector of his people, could not allow this. "Eat the damned pig." The demand was delivered through a growl, in a way that promised she would either partake through her own will or by force. He would not ask twice lest he feel disrespected.
The impromptu bath halted at the outburst from her foe. A dangerous glint entered her violet lenses as their gaze shifted to clash with his. A familiar burn returned within her very core, and the familiar sound of clicking teeth could be heard above the drizzle of rain. A bright flash of canines that begged to be put to use if the brute tried to force her against her will. Leonidas would receive a warning this time, but the demoness would not hesitate to defend herself.
The display of aggression vanished as quickly as it had appeared. His motivations became crystal clear in that short moment, and there was immediately a move in play to take advantage of his vulnerability. The serpentine woman was fast to latch onto the words he spoke carelessly, and she was even faster to identify the weakness that lay behind them. A quick movement roused her from her laying position. The woman stalked to him with an indiscernible darkness upon feminine features, and the permanent scowl was forgotten for the time being. Dysis would make use of him yet.
The distance between them had been mere feet, but the boundaries were forgotten in her brazen approach. No aggression lay within sight as she approached Leonidas, but there was a palpable lack of submission. If the defiant woman was going to eat, it would be worth her while with the help of Aphrodite to charm the male before her.
A light brown muzzle with a crescent moon of scars nudged the underneath of the very maw that had put them there in a silent signal for the massive dark head to be raised. Dysis did not wait for his consent before rubbing the underneath of his chin with her head, shoulders, and back before settling against his chest and atop his front paws with the broadside of her back against him. A pleased sound rumbled from her chest at the delectable warmth provided from another body, and she was hopeful that her actions might have prompted him to think with something other than his mind. A trail of crimson from his mouth became the only evidence of her actions.
Dysis was aware that his faith would halt any attempts for her life, and his full attention was needed for what was to come. I will eat on one condition, Leonidas.
She purred beneath his chin, but her sights were set upon the tusk of the boar before her. A vixen tempting his ego in a bid for control. An unspoken clamber for power over him.
You will help me revive Ludus Magnus to it's former glory. You will swear it to me before the gods. Then, and only then, will I offer you the trophy of this kill.
The words left no room for questioning, and Dysis had planned it that way. The woman knew what she desired, and she could only hope the persuasion would sway her foe the same way.
Dysis sauntered nearer with a sudden change in her demeanor. No longer was she sour to taste or quick to strike. No, she was now a dollop of sweet cream that he would wait patiently to devour, her movements smooth as caramel. Leonidas was no fool and knew that she was just playing her cards... but just because he understood what she was doing, didn't mean it didn't have its desired effect. His deadly sin was lust and his lilac-eyed adversary knew it.
The snake slithered beneath him. The black widow weaved her web. He fought valiantly against his primal nature, but soon felt that annoying itch on his ass fade. A throbbing feeling in his gut took the stage.
As the object of his current desire settled beneath him, Leonidas purred satisfaction in her ear. The remaining blood from the boar dripped down the side of her face like hot wax as a massive black paw crept around her settled haunches, wrapping around her to pull her in tightly. If she wished to play this game, he would take advantage of how far she was willing to go. It was no secret he had always lusted for her, even as a young man during their training together. Love and hate were one in the same.
"I swear it to you before the Gods. So long as we rule together." A click of his jaws mere inches from her face as his own gaze fell to the boar tusk before them. It was a demand born from desire to stay in control of the situation, and if it had to be on equal playing fields as a woman of his own people, he would concede. To come to power once more was too tantalizing of an offer and pride would not hold him from glory.
A few moments of silence stretched from the large female after his confirmation. There was self reflection that lay there. A clarity that the demoness had not possessed since the falling of the cathedral, but it was merely pushed aside to continue her scheming. Dysis felt a calmness rush over her as the tension between their two worlds and belief systems seemed to burst before their very eyes. The war would come to an end. She had always wanted Leonidas, and if this was how she was to lock him down, Dysis would continue her efforts.
The conceited part of her mentality wanted her enemy all to herself. The lines of attraction and hate had been blurred long ago, and they no longer existed to Dysis. The blood draining down the side of her face was forgotten in the heat of the moment. There was only the devilish attraction to the masculine figure that wrapped a dark leg around her in that very second, and it sent her heart to a thundering pace. She had dreamed of this many times, but there was more riding on their current situation than her fantasies. The demoness would take whatever Leonidas could give to her, and if he was to fall, she would leave him to wallow in his failures.
At the click of his teeth, she sunk her own into the flesh surrounding the tusk of the boar. The act of removal took much effort from her behalf, and the minutes droned on before a loud 'pop' was heard. The tusk separated from the bare skull. The demoness turned to the towering figure behind her in a bid of presentation. An offer to take the trophy for himself; An offering to his gods above her own. Dy's face was smeared in crimson to accompany the stains from the drops from his mouth, but she beckoned him to take the tusk with a nod.
Take it. The mouth that offered him still showing the marks of the last time Leonidas had gotten as close as this. A fond memory to the demoness.
She said no words, but Leonidas did not mind a quiet woman. In fact, he preferred it. The way she allowed him to impose himself on her, the way she presented him with an offering of loyalty and appreciation, it was too delicious. A taught smile grew as a pleased growl billowed from slightly parted lips, sending a short-lived fog into the sky.
Gently, as to not scratch or tarnish this prize, Leonidas plucked the tusk from between them, his eyes never leaving hers. This is mine. You are mine. Salmon pink tongue nimbly dragged itself against the blood that was now caked on the tusk, back and forth. It tasted so rich, and he wanted more.
To the side the tusk was placed, moved even further from his path as a paw haphazardly brushed it away. Positioned high was his tail and crown, the golden-backed warrior strutting a short distance to his betrothed. And as such, he would learn to be gentle with this woman. Lowering his muzzle to the height of her own, his lips held no smirk nor did his eyes twinkle in a devious manner. He looked at her with unadulterated desire. The Roman took a chance to toy with the viper, wanting to lick the blood clean from her face.
The searing tension between their two forms seemed to suck the air from her lungs. The hushed atmosphere forced her hand with an inability to speak, and the palpable cloud of desire emanating from the wolf before her quieted her even further. Dysis was aware of the blaze they were feeding with their actions. The act of running from a fire of her own making were the actions of a coward, so the large female remained where she was upon his approach.
Her body confirmation displayed confidence with a tail that remained straight out in a reminder that she was not a subordinate that would submit to his every will. A warning curl of her lip displayed the tips of sharp teeth. Watch yourself. They disappeared as briefly as they had appeared. A reminder that the serpent beneath lay curled, ready to strike at any infraction. The proximity of a familiar soul was welcomed, but it would be on her own terms.
A quick read of Leo's expression revealed all that Dysis wished to know. The darkest parts of her understood the gladiator on a primal basis, and there was confidence that the demoness could draw blood to rid herself of the situation if she wished. The rain had slowed considerably, showering them in a light mist that would neglect to clear the crimson from her fur. Dysis offered her face to the towering dark figure before her. She was not one to shy from physical contact. Perhaps she would rip his tongue from his mouth this time if he were to push too far.