Ankyra Sound i came with that .38, i'm leavin' with a body
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All Welcome 

The tantalizing scent of female heat seemed to surround him at every corner, igniting some sort of biological want to procreate though he held no mate or desire to take one. Perhaps that kinship was not required to birth the next generation, but he had been without a father, and so had his siblings. If he was to ever have children of his own, he considered abandoning them to be a crime, held in more contempt than the other various moral infractions he committed. Yet, there was no certainty the only code he likely had would ever come to fruition, nor did he plan for it.

In that moment, what he searched for was a spar partner. It had been easy to find those who truly meant to hurt him before arriving at Rusalka, it was difficult to find anyone willing to fight him purely for the experience. He gathered that most of them likely thought he would just end up killing them, which wasn’t an unrealistic assumption. Vaati lopes silently towards the scent of a fellow pack member, growling lowly to announce his presence with a hint of the intent present in his tone.
for the sins of the unworthy
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Grezig was in heat and pacing to try to calm her body down. When she heard a wolf lope up from behind, growling, she whipped around to face them, teeth bared, eyes wild. It was an instinctive reaction and she tried to cool it down, but the nape of her neck stood on end all the same. “I do not recognize you,” she said, her voice angrier than she had anticipated. “What do you want?” She was not in the best of moods and really just wanted to go for a run or something to get out all this extra energy.
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She snaps at him with some misplaced anger, but he accepts it and works with it. A steady rumble surfaces from his throat, aiming to test her patience as if poking a bear to simply see what it would do. In a one worded response he growls, “Fight.” Snapping at the air, the titan begins to circle, moving closer with each step. Vaati recognizes she holds the unmistakable scent of fertility, but does not expect her to solicit him of any satisfaction she desired. Not that he would be unwilling to oblige, it simply wasn't his intent. Perhaps in that sense, he could call himself a gentleman - and so he waits for her to make the first move.
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Grezig growled at his response, unable to form words in her overemotional state. Fighting is all she wanted. She lunged forward and snapped at his face, aiming for his snout. If she could get his snout in her jaws, she could lead him around wherever she wanted, but whether that bite landed remained to be seen. She was not in a proper sparring mood and really just wanted to go kill something but she supposed this spar would have to do.
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Their teeth clashed in a fury of unrestrained malice, a vicious dance of blood and avidity. He always found it was different fighting a woman - they held more passion in their step which made them stronger warriors. She snares his upper lip in her jaw briefly before he pulls away, taking flesh and hair with it. She - whoever she was - had drawn first blood. Vaati narrows his eyes, running over the wound to taste the result on his tongue. In return, his own canines seek the soft of her neck, pushing all his weight into lunging forth in order to briefly daze her. In the act does his forelimbs slip around her back, draping his figure over her frame.
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Grezig saw red as she tasted his blood and flesh, but before she could lunge again, his teeth were at her neck. Her own teeth were bared and she attempted to twist her head around to snap at him again, but he held her firmly. His body draped over the top of hers—a dominant position, and one that implied… something else.

Without thinking, she swished her tail out of the way, planting her back paws firmly into the ground for support, and pushed up and against him. This was pure instinct. She did not know this man, nor feel much of anything for him. Even her anger was only driven by instinct. Later she would, perhaps, apologize for drawing blood. In normal spars, she attempted not to be so violent.

Now all she wanted was what her body told her. She pushed up against him again, insistent.
I don’t do the wolf seks, so would you mind fading to black? <3
in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold, blood and flame
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ofc!

He did not need to wait for confirmation - the woman knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. She swung back her tail, quickly changing their interaction from a spar to a sexy smackdown something else entirely in one swift action. Instinct blocked any lingering thoughts of what may result from their fleeting union, driving him to complete the task as biology required without much protest for caution. It was not lust that fueled him but innate need, in which it differed from his time with Cassiopeia -- he was attracted to the later out of something other than the primal urge to procreate. Perhaps, it was only now he realized it. In the end, he slid off the woman with more internal conflict than which he arrived and simply departed silently into the woods.
for the sins of the unworthy
must be baptized in blood & fear