light filtered through the foggy morning air, casting shadows against that she creeps through as she swaggers through the narrow pass, along the sheer rocky cliffs. she moves silently, her breath coming out in soft billows in the crisp morning air before her. helah's ears trained forward, her eyes narrowing on the path ahead of her, as she it leads her downward sharply, carrying her down towards the level ground. as her paws land on the earth, she lets out a soft sigh, and gives herself a shake before stretching luxuriously.

setting off at a leisurely walk, she moves with no pace- no intention, no real purpose, other than to survey the territory, and see if there is anything useful or anyone useful to be found here- and so Helah walks and explores- with no intention nor purpose.

@Nemesio

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Nemesio was a large male, that could be quite silent when he wanted to be, today he'd gotten a more relaxed task for the Aviary, Mags sent him to scout around, see if any dangers lurked beyond the mist for the girls. So here the large black and red male walked, a phantom in the mists, eyes watching or any signs of something wrong. He spends so much time with the birds of Mags aviary, he almost doesn't notice the female, his gaze staying straight, he knew better than to do more than look at Mag's precious flock, much to his annoyance. A male surrounded by sensual females all day and night, not being allowed to do anything, it causes you to become desensitized.

Much to the annoyance of females not belonging to Mags, who tried to get his attention, stoic and almost statue like, his gaze does not linger very long on Helah, he didn't recognize her, but that didn't mean much, Mags brought work in like bees to honey, so new recruits weren't too far and inbetween.

Helah does not miss the opportunity to study the stranger the moment she scents him. From the second his scent infiltrates her nose, she takes a deeper breath, working to pinpoint his location and begins figuring out who he is- and everything she can tell about him- which is a fat lot of nothing, except that he is male and that he does not seem to belong to a pride. Unless, he's damned good at covering his scent.

She does not stray from conversation, though she is not known for niceties and engaging in small talk. Swaggering right towards him, "You look bored." A casual observant statement, mentioned by a casual observer. "You live out here or something or are you lost, hmm?" She asks.

@Nemesio

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He aimed his cool gaze over the lioness and finally caught her scent, and it clicked finally, she wasn't part of the band, the lions cool, uninterested façade melted a way and he shifted his entire body so that it took on a more, relaxed, but still attractive demeanor. "Aye, ain't you a blessing." His strong accent was something, he never could hide, which annoyed him to no end.

With a shake of his black mane, he would give the lioness a sly grin, one that hinted to things darker, of his life back with his Family, of La Cosa Nostra. He circles her slowly, letting out a whistle, Una bellezza come te, è una benedizione ogni giorno, you coulda been a great mistress! He chuckled and stopped his movement, watching her with mischievous eyes, Italian wasn't something most others knew, let alone slang.


A beauty like you, is a blessing anyday

She offers him a small smile that widens into something wider, perhaps bordering on the line of insanity when he speaks. Of course, she's a blessing- she's the star of the fucking show. Yet, she doesn't say those words- in her mind she does not have too. When he speaks again, it is in a language she doesn't know but her interest piques further and she tilts her head ever so slightly to the right as he talks. "Now I have no idea what you just said, handsome but I like it." She coos. She made a move to walk around him, to visually inspect his entire body- to decide if he's worth her attention.

"Name's Rosette, what should I call you, other than absolutely edible?" She asks him with that same sweet smile as she preens and looks at him, coming back to stand before him.

@Nemesio

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Crimson irises stare down at her, he has a slight smirk on his face as she circles him, he seems relaxed, he's watchful, interested but not fawning over her, not losing his composure at her feet as he felt like she was used to that. A brow quirked, and a dark chuckle erupted from his throat, Vico, he gave her a part of his last name, habits like the ones he'd made growing up always proved difficult to overcome but, you never knew what a person would do with your name, his voice was soft and husky, and held all the right amounts of seductive tones to it as he spoke again, La mia dolce Rosetta.. He watched carefully, pretty words for a pretty gal, it was just how he was, he'd grown up watching the big dogs flirt with all the pretty gals, so he picked up on a thing or two.

Rosette, suiting. He nodded, it was his turn to circle her, a life in the Mafia made him able to hold an unreadable expression, he peered down at her and another husky chuckle escaped his chest, Edible you say?

When the male offered her a name, his name one could presume- Vico. She nods and stores the name to her memory- another detail to add to her ever growing list of things to keep in mind about the inhabitants of this strange land. He speaks again in that strange tongue, and while other females probably simpered and preened over the language, she merely regarded him silently as he began circling her- his language back to common.

"You look like you could taste good," She says with a coy smile, as she stares up at him, looking him over-- her eyes definitely lingering on all of his assets as her gaze roved over him. "So, you live out here?" She asks, fixing her eyes back to his face as she slowly licks her lips- her mind working on two problems at once. "Awful desolate and isolated." She muses with a dark grin.

@Nemesio

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They both were playing the game of waiting, he wasn't falling to his knees, begging to sleep with her as he assumed a lot of men had, and she wasn't fawning and fainting over his Italian accent and his sweet words. He could respect that, a wink was sent her way, Well my dear Dragă, keys just say, I ain't bragging or nothin, but i ain't got any complaints yet He drawled out, pressing into her space for a moment to speak into her ear, his lips brushing her fur, he laughed and moved away from her side.

she offers him a mere smirk, as he nears her space- his muzzle coming close to her fur- and she takes this as a chance to step even closer into his. she aims to press her left shoulder right into his chest- as she speaks. "awful bold, aren't you," and her words are a mere coo. "lucky for you, i like that in a male." She grins, and then she steps back- staring at him- as if daring him to do something, before she grows bored of him- and knowing helah- she will do so quickly. entertain me is the silent demand.

@Nemesio

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This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of cruelty, hinted sexual violence with consent

How did this woman pull from him the need, the want to bloody her, he had left his family, the family, to get away from all the violence but in the end, would he ever truly rid himself of the monster that kind of life creates? Her shoulder bumps into his chest and he smirks, leaning his head down, he moves with her trailing his muzzle over her rump and stops at the base of her neck. "Purr for me, Bellissima."

He purred deeply as his jaws opened above her neck and he growled as he lunged, sinking his teeth into the scruff and pausing, holding her scruff pulled back taut, teeth dug in, just pinpricks away from bloodying the ground beneath them, he mumbles through her fur, "I don't want to hear you crying after."