Hoshor Plains she was beautiful, but nothing really was there

@Lucy - set after he finds out relmyna is FAT!!!

the bison were disinterested in his presence - they eyed him with their black piggish eyes, long lashes blinking blandly over their liquid surface. he drifted between their herd like a transient shadow: they knew him to be too small, and alone -- neither of which presented as a threat.

he carried past them silently and made for the knoll to the northeast. the scent of marmot trailed out before him and he paused to scratch at the snow where the scent was most evident. small tracks interrupted the ground, and led to a burrow at the apex of the knoll's steep face. the male positioned himself upwind of the hole and watched hungrily in the hopes his quarry would resurface soon.

The shadow moved among the bison with a low skull and a few light steps, scarcely leaving a trail of where she had come from. The scent of the large prey animal was too heavy to discern hers or anyone else. They did not see her as a suitable threat, and so they meandered about, digging through the snow in search of specks of green that would not show for several weeks. Lucy watched a few of them, hunger in her gaze, but continued on her trek. Even the young girl knew better than to try her luck on her own. She glanced behind her once to see if there was anyone near – namely Skwol – but found that she was only surrounded by bison.

Through the plain and toward the knoll, Lucy wandered until the bison became sparse and she stood out against the cold backdrop. She, too, found the marmot trail and began to follow it with piqued interest and hunger in her belly. It was not until she had nearly found the source that she saw another figure, cloaked in gunmetal and peering intently with dull yellow eyes. The ghoul stopped and froze in her steps; her pale blue gaze drifted toward him and wondered if he had seen her yet.

he sat upright, the cold wind wrapped around him. his posture remained motionless and he sat on the cold snowpack like some grim sentinel erected for cruel gods. his gaze was the only thing to betray his sentience -- it focused on the form of a small girl who had made her way up the trail unaware of his presence.

she lifted her head and caught sight of him; she froze. she reminded him of some cervine beauty, the thinness of her limbs -- the fragility of her conformation. even from this distance he could sense the overwrought nature of her fretful blue eyes.

he did not move. instead his dull gaze flickered to the hole as if the meat inside of it were somehow more enticing than the girl. in truth, it was not -- iliksis wanted nothing more than to drive down upon her and force her to the ground, to maim her features, to feel the warmth of her insides on the firm tip of his truest weapon -- he hid these desires well, darkly watching the hole with his features rigid.

He sees her, and for a moment she stands in a peculiar in-between state of instinct to flee and crippling fear. With wide eyes, she takes a tentative step toward him and draws in a scent. Something on him was almost alluring, but she had never smelled it before. The aroma brought her limbs to loosen their grip on the earth and her ears to remain erect, facing forward and alert. Her shadowy figure scurried forward a few more paces before stopping again and watching his place with one paw up, eyes unblinking. The ghoul was not certain that she should have been in that location, but also knew that she had nowhere else to go. Her time back in the wilds had not brought her misfortune, and she was feeling as though testing her luck was a safe bet.

“Any luck?” she asked him in a tentative yip. As if to elaborate on what she meant, Lucy pointed to the marmot hole with her muzzle and then fixed him with a curious yet fearful stare. Her voice had been quiet enough to not startle his meal, but loud enough that it should have reached him. All it would take was a simple nod or shake of his skull for her to know, but the dark girl drew her tongue along her mouth hungrily. She had gone far too long without eating, but his post seemed as though it would provide them with a chance to profit and the hopes of living another day.

he saw her hesitate, her slight features careful and expression mistrustful. she reminded him of a doe in a field with suckling fawns nearby. delicate. tense. overwrought.

fearful.

he scarcely heard her utterance, but he lifted his vision to her timid face and then back to the dark hole again. he shook his head in a silent no - and canted his sharp muzzle towards a jutting rise several yards away as if to say go there.

the predator waited then to see if she would oblige his request, or flee. if she had any wits about her, she would run faster than her slender legs had ever carried her before.

The faded yellow of his eyes struck her and she felt her heart race before he looked back to the hole with a disappointing shake of his head. The dark girl lowered her head toward the earth and sniffed, noting that the prey was there, but had not yet been lured from its hiding hole. She felt foolish for sticking around if he was hunting on his own, but when she caught sight of his gesture for her to move, Lucy accepted it as a chance to feed and gladly accepted the instruction.

With a flagging of her tail, the slender creature moved to the designated location and looked at him with wide, expectant eyes. Her limbs were stiff in preparation, having accepted the man as a means to get food and perhaps a form of company for a short while. The ghoul was not determined to stay long, but she had gone a short while without eating and thought the experience a pleasant chance of luck.

PP permission was granted!

he held his breath fluttering in his chest as he awaited the girl's reaction to his silent command. would she comply, or would she at last become cognizant of the malfeasance that swarmed him, and run?

she complied.

he waited until the small of her back was turned and he sprung upon her like some frenzied incubus, his weight colliding against her little spine in a resolute smack. she had not anticipated anything at all and buckled immediately under the blow, a bewildered cry coerced from her thin muzzle. he sunk around her with his jaws firmly clasped against the back of her head and he forced her violently into the snow in thrashes of convulsed fits.

they wrestled on the cold slope for a moment and she fought back with snaps of her jaw for anything in reach and each time he countered, wrenching her thin body like a limp doe, snarling, heaving -- he flung her many times and sought to break her body against the stone and the snow.

with her pinned underneath his stomach he felt his lust for her grow -- his snarls ceased their rumbling and an insidious purr-like noise started to croon from his snipey muzzle as he pulled himself back enough that he could drive himself deep within the warmth of her young folds. she was tight and she was quivering and he worked over her like some feverish dog, driving deep with his hips and spearing her in ruthless clouts. he plunged faster with each stroke until he drove himself into euphoric heights and felt himself come alive inside of her trembling body -- and when he had spent himself he collapsed against her form and started to lick with pervasive pleasure her pinned ears, his front limbs wrapped tight around her throat as he slowly receded from inside of her.

She did not even see him.

Before the dark shadow knew better, his limbs were crashing against her back and his weight was upon her. She swung her head to and fro to try and bite against him, but there was nothing that could stop the fiend from taking what he wanted. The ghoul wanted to scream – to run – but her limbs had been crumpled beneath her and the burning of his body against her own was causing her to come close to blacking out. With a bristling coat and a violent swing of her neck, Lucy attempted to bite into his flesh and set herself free. Unfortunately for the dark girl, she had never been intended to be set free.

His movements in reaction to her own had caused her to stumble forward and her skull to crack against the earth. The gunmetal figure arched himself over her back and then took what he desired. He buried himself in her and only began to pull away when he had finished. The dark young Blackthorn whimpered against the touch of his thick coat against hers. The back of her bled, but she did nothing to stop it. Lucy was sprawled against the frigid touch of snow and cold earth beneath it. She waited to see if he would desire to take her life.

he had taken what he wanted from her -- her whimpers a testament to his power and the irrevocable wrong-doing he had inflicted in her. remorselessly the wraith lifted from her body, feeling the suck of cold replace the warmth her fur had provided.

he considered then how easy it would be to kill her, but he would not have the satisfaction of taking her warm body again. he looked over her broken frame, drinking of the despair and unhappiness that cloaked her, and then, without a word, left her there in the desolate heap of snow and boulder.

he would remember her scent, her figure, the feel of her -- and looked forward to coming across her again someday in the future.

Ravaged and broken, the ghoul remained where he had violated her – a crumpled and heaving mess – all through the night and well into the next day. She was not bothered by another soul. When she did finally rise, her back legs were crusted with her own blood. Each step she took away from the scene of her crime was a step that was filled with pain and misery. Lucy could not cry; she trekked further out from the plains until she found a quiet glade where she curled and slept for two more days. The thought of waking did not seem to cross her mind. The ghoul did imagine that she would escape into a quiet death while she slept. The disappointment of waking again only doubled her grief.