Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

@Relmyna vague bc of everything that has happened, but set a day after this thread: click

he carried the boy still, his stiffened frame leaving long rakes in the rags of snow. the day had been cold. the boy's body had frozen whether by temperature or rigor mortis it did not matter; iliksis carried him by his rigid neck like a trophy. the contents of burr's belly had long since been lost to the trail and no blood slaked from exposed contents of his emptied ribcage. the wound had iced over and thin flesh had been pulled back by each dragging step until burr's belly was but a hole with ribbons of bloodied fur and frozen snow hanging by threads that left peculiar marks in their passing. 

since the moment the boy had been eviscerated iliksis knew his purpose and he carried him like a wretched supplicant to relmyna. with care he placed the clattering body at the threshold where he had first encountered the pale witch. around them the forest seemed empty save for the roll of fog and the cold sigh of the wind. he threw back his head in a howl while the desecrated corpse of his victim stared blindly up at the sky with eyes that witnessed nothing save for the void.

relmyna had not thought of that day save for in passing, letting whatever recollection arrived travel through her head without another consideration. refusing to dwell upon what had transpired was what kept the evoker from madness, for no power in this world nor the next could explain why she had felt such a myriad of things at one moment. there was but one thing she allowed herself to think about, and that was the serpentine whisper she had heard whilst trapped in the tyro's brutal grasp.
but when the oily howl slid into the air, relmyna found herself recoiling. and yet, her body listened not to her mental resistance; it carried her in a curious trot toward the border, though before she was seen, the woman paused to peer at him from behind some nearby thicket of trees for a long moment. 
she made herself known in the next, and stood silently with forepaws tucked together and muzzle pointed toward him, her gaze the most beautiful thing she owned now leveled on the creature who had violated the hidden recesses of her mind.  what is it you want? relmyna asked within herself, extending the inquiry into her eyes as she regarded him.

when relmyna arrived he was still clutching the stiff corpse, his jaw working laboriously as he swallowed back a collection of thick drool that matted the underside of burr's lifeless throat. she held him in her gaze just so, the byzantine brightness of her turquoise gaze indecipherable to the dark man.

he dropped the juvenile abruptly and the body clattered against the cold ground with a rattle that sent soft powdered snow into the groud. the body stilled and the snow settled lightly around it. he shifted his paws. it was plain from her gaze she wanted little to do with him and while he did not speak he placed a thin paw on the corpse's shoulder and pushed it towards her. the impliable body rotated quietly against the snow and left an imprint of a wolf in its wake.

a gift.

for her.
relmyna's eyes fell to the brutalized corpse that the man pushed toward her with one movement; a frozen, ragged thing that was recognizable as wolf only from the tattered fur. the scent of death was long gone cold; the evoker gazed at the wraith for one heartbeat longer before she lowered her muzzle to press lips against the hardened flesh beneath the pelt.
what have you done? relmyna inquired with silent expression; she was not revolted, nor moved; she was curious as to why this fell thing had come to her, and for what purpose? the man knew he need buy no entry to her figure, not when he had taken what he wished from her, and she did not eat the flesh of their kind. what now would she do?
a small paw o'ertop the carcass claimed it, however.

she cupped him in her gaze and every part of him stilled as if not even his heart dare beat against her stare. for a moment she held him there as if by the throat before releasing him. he watched her gaze trail the broken body and her slim muzzle follow the grotesque concavity that was burr's emptied rib-cage.

he thought for a moment she would reject his offering and in truth it would have crippled him with rage. instead she placed a bony hand across the lifeless form. he dared meet her eyes then and something akin to sastisfaction flicked across his dull gaze.

he said nothing, for the exchange needed no vocal complement -- with a flick of his tail he slowly pulled one limb in front of the other and turned to leave her there with the mutilated and forever-silenced body.

she saw he was sated by her gesture, and the dark hairs along the base of her spine prickled with irritation, but relmyna made no move toward the man. however, he was departing her company, and the woman glanced once more to the foul and twisted thing he had brought, something she did not long want to look upon.
the croon she had showed euron whistled then from her throat, something several tones below birdsong, but high in its own way; the woman let the sound die into a wild wordlessness and regarded his turned back — would he pause?

he had not expected a noise to follow his departure and when he heard the strange song he paused in the snow with his lean muzzle canted back to view her. his tail flicked as he considered the reason for the noise -- save for snarls their interactions had been devoid of communication and other than the time she had lured him in the woods to turn upon him, she had never once expressed any sort of interest in his continued presence.

the male considered it might be a trick. he drew a thin tongue against his sharp muzzle and thoughtfully turned back to face her. her frayed frame was held in his gaze curiously, though once more he could not resist visually assessing the inviting curve of her haunch and the intimidating yet strangely arousing disfigurement of her muzzle.

i am da wooorsttt

she saw his yellow eyes drift over her; she stood firm beneath his scrutiny, pausing as her ragged ears swiveled forward. if he did not trust her, she did not care; he had brought her a gift, and relmyna knew not why she had called. it was from no affection that her song had sprung — but he was of interest to the evoker, and to her god.
she turned on small dry paws and stepped brashly into the wood, the jut of her hips clear but her steps determined. if her assailant wished to follow, he would; relmyna cared not what he did after this momnt.

she stood defiantly as he supped himself of her features. iliksis found favor in the way she endured his stares, barefaced and defiant under his watch. most would crumble in uncertainty to be so boldly scrutinized, or find their confidence shaken. but she simply stood, a lean and feral thing. she was aware too, which caused a flicker of bemusement to cross his muzzle.

he followed her then, keeping his steps slow. he would not drive too closely after her retreating form, having learned once how quickly she was capable of turning her teeth against him.

relmyna heard behind her his tread, and was satisfied for a moment's length until trepidation wormed its way beneath the armor of her resolve. if fear found her now, the ragged wolfess gave no evidence of this; her stride remained true as she led the man into the world below blackfeather, into the dark round mouth of a tunnel.
she did not turn to see if the bestial creature followed; relmyna followed the hardpacked dirt down into the recesses of her beloved territory until the eerie glow of the shining cave enveloped her, and here she halted her steps and lay down the stone.

relmyna gave no clue her resolve had withered, and so, iliksis noticed nothing as he ducked his head underneath the grim opening of a tunnel. around him dirt crumbled and dessicated roots hung from the ceiling and drug along his grey pelt. he did not like the tunnels and was struck by the strange sensation he was being strangled of air and light. it felt as if the earth were swallowing him.

it was his first time in this ethereal portion of the territory; as she stepped into a cavern and light spilled around them he hung back, his dull eyes scanning the vicinity. a shadowed realm pooled by empyrean blues. a canopy of stalagmites like closing fangs around them. underneath this narrow crook of blackness and damp earth they were two denizens of the deep, and the earth closed around them in cold embrace.

he looked from her to the stone, wondering then (or when) if she would soon turn her fangs upon him.

as soon as he descended, and turned his eyes upon her, relmyna too looked toward the tyro, seeking the hue of his gaze with her own. from her body he had taken what dictated the darkened hungers of his own, but not once had the patchwork woman ever held this against him. the gift that lay in grisly repose above she would soon gather to her bosom, but there was another she wanted from the slinking thing that regarded her with a wondering sort of apprehension.
and so relmyna locked her eyes upon his own, and softened her pose. words she had not, but words were often unnecessary.

she held his gaze firmly; he was struck by how unafraid she seemed despite their isolation from the outside world. he was used to women turning upon him with fear, with terror -- and relmyna stood before him absent of any palpable dread in her features.

he ducked his head beneath the webbed roots and advanced towards her, taking her relaxed bearing as invitation. they were close and he could scent beneath the musk of the dry air her flesh; he could feel the heat of her small body. his heart thrummed a bold tune against his chest as arousal riled within him - in careful steps he circled her in that narrow corridor, pulling closer with each collapsed lap until he was nearly brushing flank to flank with her thin frame.

and then, should she not protest by way of fang or fury, he would rifle his nose along her rawboned hips in wanting. he was not by any means a lover; she would find no titillating foreplay - no heightened or ginger prelude. should his advancements remain unobstructed he would rear up alongside her and place his limbs around her neck in a hug. he would remain perpendicular to her flank then, and test his reception with a deep growl into her scruff.

it was not a lover relmyna sought — cicero had lit whatever warmth she had left in her loins with the mingling of their bodies. this one would not be so kind. relmyna;s gaze followed what part of him did not blend with the darkness left by the dilating glow of the shineworms above, his rhythmic touches stoking some deep-hidden part of her. 
in time he pressed the length of himself against her, his forelegs circling her throat, and relmyna accepted this part of their hasty courtship, returning the man's growl with a low trill of her own. in the gloom her eyes burned as she turned her slender muzzle in such a way as to catch his eye, finding some thrill in circumventing the law of order, the law of their kind — beneath blackfeather they were equals, both nameless in the pursuit of their desire, and despite his rough handling of her, relmyna found pleasure in it.

iliksis studied the woman's disfigured muzzle as he tested her; there was no rebuke, and with newly assured movement he brought himself atop her and worked himself inside of her with rough and careless thrusts. he was no maven to pleasuring women -- the pleasure she found in it was of her own accord and not of his doing. monster that he was, he only cared to eek out his own erotic pleasure.

their coarse tryst was longer than he would have liked -- he was used to cries, to screams to arouse him -- he struggled atop her to finish, laboriously delving with each heave more frenetic, more panicked than the rest until at last a warm trickling sensation held him, and he felt his body quiver by the finality of their coupling.

it would be some time before he could pull himself from her -- he held her chest firmly in his paws and attempted to force her to the ground then with deep growls rumbling from his throat.

he was uncouth in his methods and the encounter was protracted, but she found in her the budding tongue of an odd pleasure, as if all the possessiveness he had directed toward her small frame had culminated in this moment. it was the burning demand of him that he should own her she answered, the frightful notion of being some thrall to him, as she had been to cicero — perhaps it was the sleeping year she had spent as sheogorath's property, but some part of her bloomed satisfied with an arching pleasure that wrung itself from her twisted lips with a small growl.
gripped ironclad, the evoker swept her pale ears backward to monitor his tight breaths, and among them her own came, until the celerity of his movements within her announced its end. in his arms, the she-wolf tensed with the sudden rigidity of every muscle; finally the parting of her lips, the sliver of sound that dropped bell-like into the silence between she and the reaper.
she caught her breath with trembling gasps while the natural bond held them together; the weakness of her limbs made her a winning target for whatever dark antics he had in store for her now, and relmyna toppled beneath him with only two snaps of resistance, eyes glinting in the eldritch glow with annoyance and some remnant of satiation.

his pressure at her shoulders was met with a sweep of snapping teeth; he could scarce avoid the movement and felt her fangs briefly catch his cheek. coupled still to her, he felt her buckle and he tumbled alongside her, still embracing her within and without.

he felt his own brand of innate satiation, though it was stained of a darker creed -- he had wanted her, and he had taken her -- with soft growls pressing his throat the male groomed the back of her rough-coated skull, content to lie alongside her for the rest of the evening should she tolerate his presence.

gonna fade this <3333

she had never before seen such tenderness in the wraith; it was not with murderous lust that he encircled her with his arms, still locked beneath the plume of her tail. the lashes of his tongue to the back of her head provoked a great relaxation in relmyna; she curled her hips into the crook of his belly and let her lids fall to half-mast. in time they separated, but did not part; in a strange way, the evoker found a dark safety in his embrace, and a light slumber followed.