Silver Moraine [m] quell the beast

intended for @Dhizok

sivaak stalks the silver moraine with purpose.

her mind focused on the gnawing heat that burns within her. it isn’t hunger—or, not the kind that food could sate. the scent she carries is unmistakable, thick and heady as it wafts through the barren expanse, carried on the cold winds like a challenge. she knows it will draw attention, and she wants it to. she moves, and she moves loudly, making sure that each step crunches heavier than the last over pebble and sleet.

a cruel twist of her lips.

this man would need to be strong—stronger than any weakling who had crossed her path before. she is muradoii, bloodchief, huntress of the black sea. he will need to prove himself, spill his blood—spill her blood— to show that he is worthy to mount sivaak.

The gnarled behemoth entered the Teekon Wilds once more, seeking conquest.

He had no way of knowing his get roamed these lands. Not for sure, anyway. But if his seed had been true, and the women otherwise faithful, he could only assume. . .

But that was in the past, and Dhizok cared only for the present, only for what was in front of him—

Which, today, was a mountain of a woman, prowling the rocky ground and reeking of the utmost feminine fragrance. He approached without reservation, chuffing her way and closing the ground between them at a brisk trot.

He was not the speaking type—nor the courting kind, either. But Dhizok felt a bit playful today, and he nipped gently at her flank if he could reach, tail swinging behind him. 

Gods, she smelled good.

sivaak feels the nip at her flank before she sees him, and instead of rage, something sharp and wild ignites within her. the growl builds low in her throat, a rolling snarl that reverberates through the cold air. she whirls, her crimson gaze locking onto the massive form of the brute, his boldness sparking a dangerous glint in her eyes.

her jaws snap at the fluff of his face, her teeth coming close enough to tease but not to harm. the sound she makes is somewhere between a snarl and a growl, loud and guttural, echoing in the stillness of the moraine. it is not anger—it is a challenge, an invitation wrapped in the guise of violence.

and then, just as quickly, she spins away, her tail lashing behind her like a whip, swaying tauntingly. her steps are confident, her powerful frame moving with purpose as she begins to trot off.

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She was a fighter. It aroused him greatly, and his eyes rolled back slightly at the click of her teeth just a hairsbreadth from his face. Wound me, he quietly begged, but then she was moving away, her movements sharp and deliberate.

A growl simmering in the base of his throat, Dhizok followed. He matched her pace for a little while, and then increased it, loping to bear down upon her before she could slip away.

He lunged for the nape of her neck, hoping to seize it, to clutch it in his jaws. 

Even if he missed, he'd only be slowed down; he was determined to reach this warrioress and claim her for his own. She was practically begging for him to do so.

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feel free to pp <3

sivaak hears the heavy thud of his paws behind her, the rumble in his throat like a promise of violence. she doesn’t need to look back to know he’s closing in.

when he lunges for her nape, she twists sharply, a snarl ripping free from her throat as she sidesteps just enough to evade his grasp. her teeth flash, snapping toward his face in a quick, brutal motion.

yes. her mind chants. fight me. take me. her mind roars. she sees great potential in this man. even better, he hasn't opened his fat mouth to chide or seduce her with honeyed words. a man of action; a man of strength and brutality.

all the while she recoils on the defense, she continues the lash of her tail, wafting her sultry scent to further taunt him.

sorry for the wait!! my muse has been crazy bad

She hit him this time, even if she didn't intend to. Blood welled from the nick upon his muzzle, sluicing down; he found, suddenly, the rich, iron tang on his tongue. His heart beat ever faster, and a sound half-whine, half-snarl escaped him, the whites of his eyes flashing.

Once more, Dhizok lunged toward her shoulders, seeking the sturdy white column of the woman's neck. Should he find purchase, he'd grasp her close and haul his bulk atop her thrashing frame.

His grip viselike. . .and hers, too.

His hips began to rock in a rhythm nearly as old as the ground beneath their paws.

happy to fade to black here!

0 problem <3 always tyt !!

she growls. and yet she offers only slight resistance, because instinct weighs out and she does not want to rid herself of this man yet. the burning in her belly has demands and she heeds them. shifting her hips back against the man, relenting to him.

pleased by the intensity of his efforts and the feel of his strong body hoisted atop her.

she does not yet think of the aftermath to come. briefly, thoughts of her talk with her little shadow come to the surface. sivaak had never been mated before—no man had been worthy enough.

until now. so should children come, they damn well better be strong. born only half-muradoii, but sivaak would make them true.