She'd just finished her chat with Serem and had bounced away to find @Vengeance. 
"Vennyyy!" She called with a soft trill to her voice. 
She'd already located his den but he'd only sleep for the dead. No, he'd be on the borders, hunting for those who opposed him.

She giggled, as if she were an innocent child, looking for him. Making a round on the border so he couldn't yell at her for not doing anything useful. Because she was. 
"I know you're around soldado.​"

The woman huffed, knowing full well the stubborn ass would be hearing her. She'd found a fresh patch of marking.
He was close.
The fog could be useful for her. A grin spread her maw and she dipped low, her paws falling silent. She dipped and dived through the undergrowth. A snake, searching for prey.

She glimpsed his form and halted. She waited until he took another few strides before continuing. Silent. Biding her time until she spotted him again.
Bursting forward from the undergrowth, leaping to land a hit on top of his rump as punishment for ignoring her.

Explosive, certainly.
She danced back, head lowered with a devilish grin.
"Aw I'm sorry I scared you." She found it hard not to laugh, but that would only irritate him more. Instead, she just crooned softly, managing to keep a straight face.
She held her ground for the moment.

"I wanted to get to know you, Warlord. You're interesting."
Not yet. She couldn't touch him yet. Where Rokig could easily be melted this was a different kind of deep-set fury. She had to slowly melt him, or he'd shatter or explode.
She wanted him whole, quite frankly.

"Let's patrol and talk. Or perhaps I'll talk at you whilst you brood." She knew what sort he was. Not one to waste time nor one to easily get to. La putana inclined her head with a softer smile, not the wicked, mischevious one she gave him before. 

Perfecta.

She had him for the short time he'd listen. Which would a longer than calculated if he tolerated her following and talking. Involuntarily listening, because nothing else would distract him.
His eyes held nothing but listlessness. He didn't think much of her words towards him. So she wouldn't bother again unless he asked.

She allowed herself her diabólica smirk​ only once his back was turned, then swiped it off her face to move alongside him with distance. Not like she did with Serem.
Or Alula. Ah, she'd have to find the girl again one day.
"I came from the south. I was a queen who reigned a mountain and vast lands with forests and many packs. All listened to me." She searched the fog, not caring much for his listless face -- she was sure it would be anyway.
"It was stolen from me by the Tigeress, Mor. She destroyed all I owned and she still hunts me -- that's if she's not dead." 
Please be dead. Vanity only prayed to the devil. There were no Gods. Just the Overlord of the Underworld. 

The woman sneaked a glance to her companion with a sly smirk. Just enough to let him know that she was waiting for the day she would come.
"I came here seeking to rebuild a replica of my Empire. It may not be so vast, but it will be a start." A start that you and I could make. She knew most males wanted offspring, ones proud and valiant like Venny would want successors. His bloodline to be carried on and on and on.
"What happened to you, Warlord?" She once was and now she was not. Here he was, clearly not. He had some sort of story.

He let her talk, and she knew he was listening. Should she have lied? No.
No, because she wanted him to see what she once was and what she was capable of. What she could do and to show she could be his match. 
She could guess his type, his style of fighting.
He would wait for the first attack, then he'd launch a counter, drive forward then back down into defense again. He had a lot of power so being pinned would be valuable. He'd keep close to himself so quickly darting would be her point of attack. Wear him down until she could make a final blow.
Of course, it would be quicker and easier with two. Serem.

She smirks at his short answer, knowing that'd be it, despite his short protest.
"I look for he brother and sister of The Morrigan. I hear they came north here, named Cinders and Flicker." She watched him now to see his reaction. If he knew them there'd be a flicker of reaction, surely. "I'll kill them." She promised quieter, still looking for something in his face. For the air to change.

Once she was satisfied, she continued.
"Of course, I seek to claim a mountain for rituals with forests sprawling at the base. Just like home." Her new life would be hers and it would. Be. Perfect.

She let him listen, paying no mind. Though he was more talkative than she so expected.
Then questioned her, intensively. Which only earned him an underhand sigh before she had to explain herself.
"Because I wish to rule. I can't do that without position. I'm not here to take yours-" Though if my plan doesn't work, I will "-I'm merely here to start making my name here. Protection of the pack, training, earn followers." I could be a threat.
Was what she said too much? Would he think of her as exactly that? A threat?
Or, would he see a bigger picture.
Her ruling the Nightwalkers beside him. A powerful Alpha pair.
She raised a brow to him, expecting him to think long and hard about how he answered. She had a track record of being a powerful leader and with her experience and expertise, he'd be dumb to chase her out.
Because if he did, she would certainly make sure he'd regret it.
Really, her name should be Vanity Vengeance Valadez. Oh well.

She looked to him, a soft grin at him wariness. She'd be the same, that is why she is laying her cards bare.
"Trust me and we can have more than we can have alone."
Together, they'd be formidable... Rokig would be in the ranks too, she'd juggle them nicely. Besides, there'd be other characters to play with along the side.
She could be classed as an enigma. Or just plain psychotic in the way she played with people and their minds until she broke them.
She was vain.

"Rid yourself of me now, and you will regret it on so many levels." Her words slowed, spelling them out for him neatly. A soft threat that held many promises. If he rid of her now, he'd lose an ally, a potential mate (Uterus for hire), strength and he'd be risking all he'd be building here.
That was if he didn't manage to kill her.
But she was faster than he, for sure.

She made her move then.
Her hip lightly, briefly, touched his, her tail overlapping his and her face drew slightly closer. Enough to make the reclusive male feel cornered, as such.
"I'm yours to command, Warlord."
Then, as quick as she swept in, she pulled back to her original position and carried on walking, provided he didn't retaliate in any way.

He had done very well on his own. She was proud of him and knew he was worthy of her.
He'd succeeded where Rokig had failed.

Then, in a swift movement, he pressed down on top of her.
She didn't retaliate; she loved it. Her tail instinctively swept to the side, wanting to feel him right there. His words only sealed the effect on her, the deep baritones made her want to whimper, but he'd likely take it as fear. Not desire.

His words left her hanging.
And for once, she shut the fuck up.
She kept where she was, only slightly pressing her hips upwards in vague hope. Not to push him off. A question: Do you want me too?

The static silence of the air made her prickle with anticipation, holding very, very still. One move could snap him out of his thoughts and make him change his mind.
She was glad he didn't.

He moved, letting her up enough to fix her position and race herself for his weight, which she did quickly. She wouldn't keep him waiting even if it meant giving him the upper hand. She wanted it. Him.

She only hoped Rokig didn't stumble across them, but she was sure he wouldn't.

Then, he was buried in her, teasing a soft groan of pleasure from her. She couldn't be too loud now, could she?
She gently pressed backward into him, savoring every touch, every motion. The pleasure radiated around her, loving each thrust. 

---------- A little fade here to let time pass ​----------

Everything was falling into place, and she let herself be pulled into his grasp time and time again. She didn't recall how many times she'd let herself go and didn't think he remembered either. Everything was a blur of pleasure and subtle, welcome pain.

When he at last stopped and she was left, gasping and tired, completely smothered in his scent. She'd have to find somewhere to bath before returning to her first lover.
His mouth came close, his voice tingling down her body.
He claimed she had no hold on him.
But I do, dearest Vengeance.

​She only smiled sweetly, letting herself chuckle softly.
"Of course it doesn't, warlord." 
The more he fights it, the harder it brings him in. He stepped from her and she let herself lay, watching him. Her eyes watching him like prey, her mouth twisted into a sweet smile.
 Serpent.
Then she got up and was gone.