Haunted Wood Inhale the clarity

50°, currently it is foggy and set during the late afternoon. Located in Haunted Woods, shadow grotto | ooc notes: come here baby boiii | tagging: @Valour

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It had only been a day since he had officially called the wolves of the Nightwalkers to announce their official formation. His title had officially been from supposed Warlord, would be Warlord, to the current Warlord and leader of the Nightwalkers. The bloodthirsty leader of the mercenary gang who claimed the Haunted Woods undisputedly now as their borders remained strong since they had originally come to the woods with only Vengeance, and two followers; Alison, and Serem.

With a feline-like stretch, the brute slithered from his den, rolling his head from one shoulder to the next all the while straightening himself out. From the top of the rocks, he looked down, wondering who may be lurking by the dens still - did anyone other than Serem and he claim a den yet, have they all scattered to their own hidden homes in the borders. For now, he stood silently, a stoic obelisk looking down on what was now officially his.

The dream was taunting him, images of Vengeance giving his attention to everyone else but him, of others betraying his mentor, of people taking the spot beside him as if they owned him. It made him mad, he was seething with jealousy and the sheer impression that Vengeance was his. The dream shifted and it was a scene of him, mounting Vengeance as an older man and doing...doing...

Valour groaned in his sleep and humped, squirming as he snarled and bared his fangs "Mine!" He shouted and rolled to sit up, appearing to be laying under a tree by Vengeance's den. He looked over to see the man on top of the rock and grimaced, rolling over and wincing as something poked him from the ground. Or...oh hell. "What the fuck?!" He shouted and stood, spinning and looking between his legs and staring forgetting his mentors presence. 

Mine! The word echoed just loudly enough for his ears to swing and drag his head into the direction of where the sound had come from. Mouth shut firmly as he searched for the source, only to relax and hand slightly open again as his crimson glare rested on the young Valour. 

The movements the pup did was interesting, interesting enough for the man's lips to twist in a sick grin. It didn't take a genius to understand what was doing on; though if he knew the details of the boy's dreams, his reaction would most likely not be the same as it is now. 

From one ledge to the next, he gracefully stepped down and onto the ground below. A thud making his presence clear on the main ground level as he stepped forward, toward Valour who had just begun to discover himself. It's nothing to be alarmed at. Quite natural. Was that your first of a dream like that? To be honest... he wasn't certain what he would do with this. 

Play it by ear he supposed.

The thump brought his eyes shooting upward, spotting his mentor and looking ashamed and embarrassed regardless of the reassurance that it was natural. He would believe the man, he wasn't in any pain but...but Oh god he wished it would go away. It was sensitive, he had the urge to do some weird shit and he was smart enough to know that it was not appropriate to do in front of others. "Dream...of what kind Sir?" he asked stricken dumb by the way Vengeance stared at him all sly and knowing, memories of him on top of his mentor flashing into his mind and causing him to shiver. He backed away shyly, averting his gaze as he prayed that this was a misunderstanding and Vengeance had no idea what he had been dreaming of.

The boy was bashful, reserved about what he had discovered - and thought it was natural to feel that way at his age, any good parent would say so; Vengeance was just not a good parent. He wasn't a parent, a father, someone who took care of his young let alone someone else's young that he had taken in for his own selfish gains. No, he would test this boy and see what would invoke what. So he continued.

A sexual fantasy. There was no filter, at all. Where your own personal desires haunt your dreams, teasing you with what you so hunger for. Even as Valour averted his gaze, Vengeance's own gaze remained steady, studying the boy as he tried to pick him apart, piece by piece. He had to chip away at what his parents had taught him and teach him a whole new way of living, something that Vengeance could only hope he enjoyed a little more than the good life of home. 

You're young, a little young for such wants, but perhaps you need a way to find release...

His jaw dropped open and he swung his head toward his Mentor, eyes flying wide before he swallowed and simply stared seeming less panicked and more surprised. The words that he listened intently to were like members coaxing a fire within him and he shifted uncomfortably, inhaling slowly and trying to think of things that would distract him from the burning in his loins. 

Valour could sense Vengeance's gaze baring straight into the side of his averted eyes and he snuck a glance upward just as Vengeance suggested he was in need of release. The idea was foreign and he just blinked dubiously as he turned to look questioningly at his Mentor, placing his trust in the man. "I was...on top of a man in my dream, I felt possessive of him as if he were a mate but more..
territory feeling. It was almost violent what we were doing but....we enjoyed it. It felt good" he spoke softly, his youthful voice hushed so only his mentor would hear the secret. The confession was exhilarating as he kept the biggest secret to himself and he risked a glance upward into Vengeance's eyes.

I bet it did. Oh, how he did bet so. Vengeance was very familiar with the feeling of mounting another, but not out of possessiveness, but out of control of the other's movements. Of their entire being at that moment. Is that what you want? You'll have to be strong, to fight, to be worthy of such a moment, to claim another like territory. He pushed, continuously to try and see if he could see what he could create out of this boy. 

But first, you must train. Until then... He looked around, playing along with Valour's little "secretive" moment, even if every fiber of his being wanted to parade this boy's shame around the pack. Perhaps we will find you some way of release. This was a little more of an interesting thought instead... how desperate was he? Would he give in to his primal desires for a brief moment of relief no matter what the option was?

Valour tilted his head gazing almost adoringly at Vengeance as he hung upon his every word. It wasnt ignored that Vengeance was encouraging him to grow strong, to become lethal enough to one day mount him if he so wished without even being aware of the advice he gave to Valour. He almost grinned but kept his emotions locked down tightly for once only nodding in acceptance of what must be done to receive what he wanted. He opened his mouth to request that Vengeance train him himself but was interrupted as his mentor suggested they would find him another way to be satisfied. His eyes widened and he opened his maw, floundering and shutting it again as he tried to think of something to say. He didnt want to do that to just anyone, his dream had been about asserting his claim over Vengeance, his obsession with this powerful man awakening hormones that a young boy like him wasnt supposed to be ready for. "Is that...Do you do that? Find release from sexual fantasies? Can't I do it alone? Do I need to mount someone? Does it really feel good?" he asked a bunch of questions toying with the idea in his mind. The only one he could picture doing that to was Hela and his lips curled up in a silent snarl almost in instinctive reaction at the thought of doing that to her. On the one paw it would show her not to mess with him or his place anymore but on the other paw...he felt it was wrong to do that, especially since she wouldn't be pleased he was certain of that. "If you do that...does it mean you own them?" he asked softly, his face clouded with anger and bitterness as he toyed with the nasty thought a little more before shoving it aside. He wouldn't....he couldn't.

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Obviously, if he had known every detail of Valour's fantasy, Vengeance would have acted differently, would have chosen his words differently and diverted the attention from himself and onto something else. But alas, he was unaware of the true intentions of the boy and instead was playing his own game. I don't fantasize, I act when the moment presents itself and nothing more. Anything else is a distraction. It doesn't have to be someone. he almost specified, and yes, it does. Euphoric even.

It can be someone's corpse, or of prey, dead or alive - whatever tickles your fancy. Though he would bring up Hela as an option, the young lady was able to defend herself from the boy from previous encounters. If anything, it was possible for the young girl to mount Valour; twisting his world upsidedown. That was something he would save for another day; the humiliation of losing such a fight. 

It depends. If you chose to own them, you will be bound to continuously claim what's yours against others. Buck fight seasonally for the right to mate, take that into consideration for claiming someone.

If he were older perhaps he would have thought that Vengeance's suggestions made sense but alas, having never mounted a single thing and really having no idea what sex was, he thought that the idea of doing that to a corpse was nonsensical. Why claim a corpse in such a way? The confusion was clear on his face as he just kind of gawked at Vengeance dumbly. He couldn't formulate a response, he wasnt sure what to ask or if it would even be proper to ask Vengeance to teach him more about this stuff. His curious expression soured at the explanation that to claim someone meant to continuously fight for the ownership and he studied Vengeance wondering if it would ever be worth that much trouble. If it was euphoric to do in general surely he could satisfy his desire for a taste of power in some other way. Except the notion of that wasnt as appealing to the boy right at that moment, the memory of how it had felt to have himself draped across his Warlord's back was too strong to allow him to explore much else. Even so, he had to keep in mind that telling his dream outloud would cause issues and so he had to hide the fact that he was having those thoughts about Vengeance.  "Teach me...I won't have to fight for it if they want me too right? If they want...to be owned?" he implored hopefully.

Teach you what? Sex? That's something you learn yourself. Practice. There wasn't much clarity in what the boy wanted to be taught, so the Warlord covered all his bases on every topic that was discussed. As for fighting, I will teach you all I know. Just like sex, it's best to learn in practice. Numb your senses with tireless lessons and learn to love pain. You might find someone who will fight with you, who won't let themselves be claimed by anyone other than yourself, but wouldn't it be nicer if you can pick anyone you want, rather than waiting for a mutual lover. He'd teach Valour how to fight and take whomever he desired instead of waiting for someone who will accept him mutually. He would use this desire of his as a tool.