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(MATURE WARNING) @Berúthiel

the pungent scent of tepid flesh grew ever stronger. iliksis had been drawn for miles out; something about the fecundity of the borders -- the defiled way each shattered bone was strewn about -- fascinated the male. he paced up and down, never trespassing the borders --  all the same it appeared the ghoul was searching for something in the frantic manner in which he paced.

at last the shrouded male paused, delight spanning his wickedly thin muzzle as he came across a perfect specimen -- a skull of a wolf whose flesh still sunkenly clung to it. its surface was rotted and gnarled, the eye sockets putrid and still holding soft matter in their depths. iliksis gingerly lifted the trophy from its rest and without word stole into the night with it.

once a suitable distance away the male placed the skull on the snow and his lithe body fell upon it with a hunger that was neither palatable nor sprung from the well of any stomach. underneath the crippling moonlight the wolf worked his straining loins into one of the skull's matter-filled sockets, which sloshed obscenely as he entered it. iliksis uttered small rhthymic growls issued with each tender thrust, finding himself delving deeper and deeper into both bone and snow as he went.

a grim reaper did not trail far behind the witch, her soul slowly being sucked from her body with every bone breaking step she took. the goddess had forsaken her for her sins were too repulsive to be forgiven. and yet no tear fell from the kementári‘s eye, her faith having been long drowned in the madness that starvation had caused. her thoughts revolved around nothing but food now - for it was flesh that would save her from the death that fate seemed so eager to bring. and so the woman took to the ground, her nose violently searching the winter winds for any sign of nourishment that could save her from ruin. and there it was. in the distance was the faint salvation she sought, flesh rotting in all it’s ravished glory.

her stomach let out it’s pleading cries of hunger as she approached the huinë, eyes scanning over his ragged and unimpressive form. she clacked her teeth together, molars grinding against each other as she approached the feasting man with caution. the memories of her last attempt at seizing a severed head left a vile taste in her mouth that made her want to vomit. so the starving woman took a different approach this time, keeping a safe distance from the stranger as she began to dance around him with greedy eyes.

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On the borders again, the boy found where another head had been laying. It was gone now; fresh tracks lead away from the borders and naught but a stinking and discolored dent in the snow. Euron huffed and set out at an indignant march for several paces before he slipped into a stealthy forward prowl, more curious now at who had been here than mad that they had taken what he should have had the chance to find first. The pup seemed to have no luck with heads.

He was not prepared for what he saw.

Of course, he was not sure what he was seeing, either.

From the concealment of a bank and from the cloak of shadows that was night, he watched; even the wind favored him as it cast his scent behind him and brought to his nose all manner of scents. There was one most strange that gently stirred even more strangeness within him, but the boy was still, eyes raptly glued on the dark wolf's hips as they thrust against the rotting head. He squinted he tried to make sense of the behavior and of the protrusion of glistening flesh —

Euron jolted most suddenly, head snapping around to his own flank as if stung by a bee. His rear leg was thrust unceremoniously over his head as his tongue reached out to soothe a new and queer tenderness, one brought on by the touch of delicate flesh meeting the unwelcoming ice crystals of cold snow. He was unravelled in that moment, and glanced up just in time to see the pale figure of another approaching the first. He knew that wolf. He knew her to be trouble.

He spun and hared away toward the woods before he even had a chance to realize that he was doing it; his mind was churning as fast as his little paws were, and neither stopped even as he breached the borders and winged for the glen.

the skull was cold, and it was a strange sensation as iliksis worked himself inside of it. the manner in which he straddled over the putrid bone was most unceremonious - as if somehow, his hunched and contorted form added insult to what was already outright defilement.

he was not aware of euron's eyes, but he was aware of beruthiel's. he cast a long and slender ear backwards, his haunches still rocking with strained jolts into the ground. he turned to look at her, continuing his convulsion into the snow. she was thin, half starved -- and in her eyes was a frantic hunger that aroused iliksis far more than the inanimate skull ever could.

live wolf was a much more satiating fare than a bare skull; slowly he disentangled himself from the skull, though it was a reluctant gesture for the wind was quick to sting his exposed undersides. he would gladly offer up the skull if that was what beruthiel vied for -- he pulled back a few feet and circled her, sizing up whether or not she was vulnerable enough to risk taking down.

her face twisted uncontrollably when the shadow’s gaze met her own, the hairs along her spine shooting up as she searched for an opportunity to whisk the prize away for herself. but when the window opened up and the chance presented itself, beruthiel found herself taken by the murky man’s stare and no longer interested in the hollowed head. leathery lips pulled back to flash stained teeth at the freakish male, tongue flicking out between her teeth in a snake-like fashion. 

she was unsettled by his presence and even more so by his deranged eyes, but held her ground nonetheless. it was only when he stood did she take a few step back, muscles tensing as he began to circle her like a vulture looking to pick the scraps from a corpse. a low growl rumbled in the pit of the witch’s stomach while her ears thrust forward and paws steadied on the frozen ground, ready to flee if the situation called for it.

she was on edge, as any intelligent female should be when iliksis was around. smoothly, the male sought to redirect his approach. he would not win an all out brawl with this creature - she may have been thin, but she was taller than him and iliksis, depraved as he was, did not often push his luck on larger fish.

by and large iliksis operated by principle of ambush; he was not strong enough to quiet larger victims, and so he often used stealth and surprise to blindside them. neither would be useful here, as beruthiel's snarls clearly stated she was alerted of his presence.

with a sigh he simply plopped onto his haunches in the snow, offering a warm and unmistakably genuine (how?!) smile in the hopes it would assauge her nerves.

he was not dumb despite his unfitting appearance and berúthiel let the fur on end smooth down when he went to rest on his haunches. her gut told her to stay alert despite his now seemingly friendly appearance and the earthly woman did just that. she positioned herself a comfortable distance away before leaning her head ever so slightly forward to try and drink in his scent. it was a mix of musk and mold that came to her and the woman was quick to jerk her nose away before she gag from disgust.

it was then from the corner of her eye did she spot the skull once more, and in an attempt to test the man’s newfound genuineness, berúthiel let but a single command slither from her venomous lips.“antanë”. she motioned towards the skull with a silent swish of her head, eyes gleaming with amusement before letting out a word he would likely be much more familiar with. “give”.

he resented that she moved away from him. unlike the other female that was unfortunate enough to cross his path, this one seemed much more wary. he did his best to hide his misgivings by continuing his thin smile, though it dissipated when the wolf spoke and motioned towards his most prized possession.

the skull. his gaze fell to it pointedly, and then to her. he stood up and the smile cracked into an ugly sneer. sure, he would give it up -- but not for nothing -- and iliksis always expected the unspeakable in return. he looked to her tall and angular form pointedly, suggesting he was willing to make such a trade, if she was ready.

her lips curled into a smug smile as he removed the mask he had held so confidently to his face. stone eyes went dark at his refusal to cooperate and the witch found herself taking a bold step forward as if to say she would not take no for an answer. who was he to refuse her anyway? she hung her head low, slowly breathing in the frosted snow before letting out a “tsk” at his unthinkable offer. 

her ears flickered in annoyance as she mumbled something inaudible, silently cursing him as he thought her to be so willing to give up what he sought. two could play at that game. her tail curled over her back in a dominant manner, hips rocking ever so slightly in an attempt to tease him with what he was refused. and as if to add fire to the already burning fuel, berúthiel let out a purr while her eyes lit ablaze with artificial lust, daring him to try and take what she would not allow.

a pity. iliksis shouldered the decline well, used to such rejection. perhaps it was that rejection that fueled him into such a monster in the first place -- all the same, beruthiel's seductive sway of her angular hips was met with a somewhat impassive stare.

he recognized this as a game -- and recognized her for what she was -- a coy shrew who would bring him no joy in this life. he could not overpower her, so he resorted to what he did best - controlling the situation by making his audience astonishingly uncomfortable. with a growl, he stalked back towards the skull and fell upon it, his member still firm from before.

it would give him great satisfaction to witness the horror on her face as he resumed his gory debasement of the skull. purposely he thrust himself in and out of the socket with exaggerated moans, his gaze fixed lustfully on the female. a bestial and unsightly smile corrupted his features as the pleasurable sensation rung up his body. he had no shame, and it showed clearly by the meaningful and connective gaze he thrust intensely upon her.

for a brief moment the kementári thought her ploy a success, but once again it was the sticky web of insanity that caused her to lose her prize once more. she watched for short minute as the male descended upon the skull, his shameless pride making her stomach churn at the sight of him. and when she could take no more, berúthiel pulled her gaze away from the male and his foul act, eventually letting her sight land on the scenery in the background.

his moans however could not be avoided as they echoed about in her ears, their vile tones causing a chill to sweep over the woman’s body. disgusting. she realized then that there was nothing left for her here to claim, (cause she sure as shit didn’t want the cum skull) and the woman wished for nothing more than distance between herself and the vile man. she let out a huff as she turned to depart the scene, fully prepared to let the shadow relieve himself of his sexual desires without her as a front row spectator. 

between the heightened groans an ugly, crackling laugh trickled from his panting jaws. he watched the female, disgusted and rightly so, haughtily stomp off like a child denied of the last chicken nugget. he enjoyed her departure, if only because he got to witness her spectacularly lanky form retreat.

in a few short strides her form was gone, and iliksis was left alone -- unless one counted the skull beneath him. he would toil over the thing until he was spent, and then he'd go do other gross, iliksis-y things.