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Warrior trade @Kynareth Deagon

Within several days of settling into the Saints, the Acolyte was already beginning to bring back her true weight to her darkly cloaked figure. Her lanky, emancipated figure from being a lone wolf was disappearing and rounding her into her fully capable form. The prey in the area was suitable and sizable in the sub-territories surrounding the Saints. With her increase in weight also came a change in the overall frame of mind. There was better mental focus now that she was gaining nourishment. She never lacked confidence but began seeing a more self-assurance illuminate about herself. She finally had a purpose again in life.
 
Traversing through the Strath during the sunset, she made a temporary dugout at the base of a large tree in the shaded part of the hideaway. It served as a temporary place of comfort until she would explore more of the territory and outer lying lands. Her hope was to find something more enclosed, but this would do for the time being. She slept through most of the day today, finding solace in being active during the nighttime hours.

Kynareth’s on patrol and the scent that graces his wet, leathery nose makes him truly smile. It’s been too long since the tangled with the long legged beauty that is Zsuzsa. Her dark form, even when it was slightly emaciated, still garnered his attraction to her. 

To he follows it. And follows it. And follows it, until finally, he finds exactly who he’s looking for. Shamelessly, he whistles to her, a stereotypical noise that would let her know that he obviously finds her attractive, and trots up to her. His sweet, charming smile on his handsome maw and his shining golden eyes look into her own as he comes to hemp shoulders with her playfully.

“Evening, darling. It’s been much too long since you’ve graced me with your presence.” He says back matter-of-factly, a lightly heating tone in his voice even though he’s serious.

A whistle catches her ears, flicking them to attention. The Grandmaster saunters up to her from his patrol, giving a spirited bump to her shoulder. Her tail wags and her nose presses up to his cheek, giving a lick of welcome. Since he escorted her to the Saints, she had been preoccupied attempting to make a dugout and getting a general lay of the land along with the other members. Meeting some typically ranked members and then encountering Nyra one evening, so far it had been going well becoming integrated back into pack life again.
 
At least knowing she wouldn’t tire of his suggestive nature anytime soon, Zsuzsa gave a huff. ”Hey, you still owe me yet, you know.” She stated coyly with a quirked black brow, giving a swish of her tail. The Acolyte wouldn’t hint at what she was speaking of, leaving him to recall the night in the cave where she said luring her back to the Saints territory would warrant a hot, fresh meal.

Kynareth’s own tail can’t help but wave innocently across his hips as she leans in for a nice little lick to his cheek. His bright eyes glancing at her with merry mischief when she mentions him owing her something. At this he tucks his chin slightly and looks to her beneath a quirked brow comically. 

Of course she meant the nice, warm meal, but Kynareth’s mind goes south for the winter. His brows raise and he’s looking at her with an interested, but surprised look. “Damn, I thought I was going to take you to dinner first at least.” He laughs to her, obviously joking. Yet, she could probably tell he was slightly not joking.

She knew he didn’t forget her ask of course. She also knew already Kynareth was well versed in using his magnetism to his advantage and manipulating the advantage toward others. It was actually entertaining to play along with him, considering Zsuzsa never really had a male figure she could be so open with in her life so to speak. There was a knowing smirk on her muzzle at his banter. The wolfdogs sure had a lot of virility to them. She briefly wondered if the wolfdogs were all this way. Kynareth was just naturally blessed with the looks and the charm though, he’d be crazy not to take advantage of his natural gifts.
 
”What can I say, guess I’m just straightforward about it.” Zsuzsa said in amusement, shrugging her shoulders and offering a wink. Her tail swayed behind her. ”But really though, what’s it going to take?” Her smirk was still apparent but her tone a little more serious.

The tall shewolf has him mesmerized with her long athletic legs and just all around stunning beauty. He smiles to her, golden eyes gleaming with mirth at her statement and he can’t help but let out a loud bark of laughter. 

“That’s good, darling.” He says in regards to her being straightforward. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He melts at the wink she gives him and his smirk shows teeth now. Usually he’s on the giving end of teasing winks, probably besides Sasha’s sass, he’s never been met with a woman of such charming stature. Or at least a kind that resembles his own. 

“What’s it going to take?” He parrots back. “Oh, not much my dear. Especially for you.” Then he cocks his head to the side and lifts his head confidently. “Let me take you on a date, darling.” He says then.

There was no doubt a hint of allurement that Zsuzsa felt toward Kynareth, although she couldn’t exactly explain what it was. Perhaps because of her life leading up to coming into the Wilds, the Mackenzie dealt with stony-hearted individuals that were void of any passion in their lives. She would learn in the coming winter how sadistic Kynareth could be, but that didn’t go without saying he also had a fiery zeal for life. He balanced it well, and it was something Zsuzsa never saw in another wolf (or canine) for that matter before.
 
Kynareth mentions the prospect of a date. Her silver gaze adverts up as if giving some thought to this proposition. Her tail sways behind her once more. ”A date then…” Zsuzsa remarks in a ruminating tone. ”I don’t know. Usually not that easy with me. May have to fight me to go.” She shrugs again, her smirk still present. Zsuzsa never really went on an official “date” at any point in her life and if it tried to happen, she often displayed disfavor toward it. Something told her though Kynareth may actually take her up on that offer.

A swish of a tail, a contemplative expression, and finally those silvermoon eyes look back to him with a challenge in them. It has him smirking horribly — mischievously.

“Oh, okay. You like it rough then, dear.” He comes to the most crude conclusion comically. “Why didn’t you just say so?” He asks then with a positively devilish curling of his lips. 

Then he only get a hair serious. “But seriously darling, what would you like then?” He doesn’t beat around the bush. Rather he’s welcome to do whatever she’d like. “A spar, a hunt, a romantic walk through the forest. Anything you’d like I can deliver on.” He hums confidently.

Her smirk remains firm on her muzzle at the word ‘rough’, her silver gaze hinting at only what is running through her mind at the moment. He probably would like to know, but Zsuzsa would never tell so easily. Sure she may have considered herself as something of a refined lady, but the romantic walk through the forest was a little too slow for her tempo. Hunting was always a great pastime, there was much of that to come for all of them in the coming Winter.
 
Zsuzsa knew Kynareth was a seasoned warrior, and what better way to get to know someone better than to get in a fight with them, whether friendly or semi-serious. ”I think you can definitely deliver for a spar, but I would like to experience it—and you—for myself.” Her tail wagged, head tilting to the side. Surely with his size and strength, he would very much overpower her, but she had her own special traits of agility and flexibility to counter.

He loves the smile she offers to him. He wants to see it more often. So delivering her the same energy, and smirk, he nods enthusiastically. “Oh absolutely. I’ll do more than deliver, peaches.” He hums teasingly. 

Skipping a few paces away he looks to her with determination in his fiery, gold eyes. “If you don’t beat the shit out of me like you mean it, then I’m going to be disappointed.” He chuckles while he widens his stance into a defensive one. He prepares for her attack and he wants her all in this fight. “I won’t hurt you beyond anything you can’t handle.
I know your tough.” He winks to her then, urging her to attack.

Roll here!

Watching as Kynareth danced away some, he playfully taunted her to come after him. Zsuzsa knew what she was up against as he was already a Master Warrior for himself. He could easily take her down. It had been many moons since she last had legit sparring with another, so she may have been rusty, but would put forth effort anyhow. Instead of strength, she would have to rely on her agility with Kynareth.
 
Her silver eyes hardened to steel as the sable woman then lunged at him, attempting to bite down into the downey tuft of his left hip area by the curl of his tail.

He smirks as she lunges towards him, cream brows knitted together in concentration. Her teeth clip him, definitely making contact with his skin and he winces at the pain that blossoms there. It makes his whole hip twinge with it and he’s attempting to hop further away. 

At least that’s what he wants her to think as he round back horribly fast. Charging her right side but skirting to the left at the last minute to fake her out. Curling in on himself to bite onto the scruff of her neck. It’s not a horribly tight bite, rather it’s loose enough for her to easily break out of. The hold unexpectedly soft on her skin beneath the protection of her thick pelt.