Set directly after the SL war.

She had fallen unconcious. Either from the pain, or the last hit he'd thrown her way - at her head. Vincent wasn't too fussed. His massive form held more muscle than was apparent beneath that glossy, golden hide. He'd grabbed the woman by the scruff and dragged her onto his back. Unlike most dainty little things, this woman had weight to her. Annoying.

And mildly impressive.

With a snort, he tosses her carelessly onto the sands near the opening to his den. Vincent lived deeper in the territory, hidden away from the others. For good reason. As a tiger he was solitary, and playing well with others wasn't his forte. A snort escapes him, "Wake up, darling." Despite the polite words, his approach was anything but. A quick nip to her flank would hopefully jolt her back to the conscious world.

Her body lands heavily in the sand, a soft groan escaping her loose lips. She does not want to wake and face this reality.

Jazmin has endured pain. A captive of Andal, Rhesk had attempted to break her. But he’d stopped short of maiming her - keeping her face pretty, her body useful, the inflicted pain had been just that. Pain. Jazmin had endured out of spite until he vanished. She’d put the weeks in his care out of her mind, forced herself to move on, to focus on surviving until she could free herself.

And now she is a captive once again.

Something sharp and sudden - teeth - brings her out of the muted, hazy state she’d fallen into on the beach.

With a hiss, the princess jolts up and means to stand - but the looming presence of the massive tiger makes her freeze. She risks a quick glance around, but her focus does not leave the pale beast. They aren’t on the beach. They aren’t anywhere she has ever been before.

They are alone.

She is hurt - weak. Her leg is throbbing in pain, stabbing sensations shooting up it with even the smallest movement. What little healing experience she has tells her it’s fractured at least, broken at worst. Not to mention the way her vision swims in and out of focus when she looks around. A concussion? Maybe.

It might as well be a shackle.

None of that matters with him there, too close, dead eyes staring at her. She stares back, as best she can.

Godhunter's gonna hunt you down

When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down. When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down.

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Oh, and stare he does. Vincent watches every little twitch of her features. Anything to give away the emotions she was feeling, the thoughts that swam around in her head. It fed him, drove him to crave more. A slow smile curves his lips, not one of amusement or joy, but of pleasure. Vincent was not like the boy that had taken her before. No, this beast reveled in her torment and pain.

It didn't matter who it was, or why.

Except, in this moment, seeing her in particular wake up confused. Shaken. Her body trembling from uncertainty. He was practically salivating. Whiskers quivered as he inches closer, sniffing at her wounded ankle. "If you're a good girl, darling, I'll have a healer come tend to it. For now it serves me better to have you crippled." The way he spoke, it was so very casual. There wasn't a hint of malice, or anger. It was as if he were talking about the sun or the sky.

Shoulders shift back as he stretches, massive jaws parting as he yawns. A flash of fangs - a subtle threat. "You'll remain with me, the others don't give a fuck about you." He didn't mean her family or friends. No, The Brook didn't care, she was his. And his alone.

What a lucky girl.

He does not blink.

Neither does she.

He wasn’t the one that claimed her - that was some black lion who’d felled her brother. But the tiger had broken her ankle, rendered her useless in the war, and stole her away. Away from Radahn. Away from Colsun. Away from her family.

"They’re going to come for me." She hisses, ignoring how breathy and soft her voice sounds. Her throat is parched, raw and bleeding. "They’ll kill you." Jazmin promises this flatly, without remorse, without fear. Someone will come for her. Even now, she can see Dahn. He’ll rally his family. He will bring an army. He won’t leave her.

He won’t.

Godhunter's gonna hunt you down

When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down. When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down.

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Vincent slowly settles to sit before her. A massive paw extends out, purposely grabbing her injured ankle and squeezing his toes around it so she would be compelled to keep it in place, rather than jerk it away.

Leaning forward he smiles, his pale, silver eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, do you mean him?" His breath is warm against her flesh, his muzzle hovering over her paw. "The boy who did nothing to protect you?" The one who had stood there and politely asked for him not to.

He finally settles his lips against her injured paw and kisses there, a low, rumbling laughter tickling his belly. "I hope he does. You'd look beautiful watching him die, I'm sure." The fear in her eyes, the torment and pain. It would be a new level, more than this. It would be true. And he craved it like a drug.

Carefully he watches her face. Every twitch, every look - everything.

Every movement he makes is one of a predator at ease, confident in his size and power, unperturbed by the creature he’s caught, cornered and beaten. His paw lands on her shattered limb, pressing down and holding it in place. Agony shoots up her arm, into her mind. Jazmin’s jaw clenches as she bites her cheek in a scream that wants to come out. Pulling back would do more damage than its worth - and that’s what he wants. To trap her and keep her, or fuck her up so badly she won’t be able to run.

There is no winning.

He remembers Radahn. Remembers the way he stood there, begging - the way he begged. That she had ordered him not to get involved, to help his own family. So sure of her own survival, more worried for him. She never saw him again; her memories after that moment are hazy at best.

But he had to have survived. She’d feel it if he were gone.

Her captor’s eyes are on her even as he lowers his mouth, pressing a kiss to the throbbing wrist like a lover. It isn’t the action that breaks her, it’s the words. The promise.

With a hiss, her other paw lifts and strikes out, claws extended, for his smug smirk.

Godhunter's gonna hunt you down

When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down. When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down.

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She reacts just as he wants. Violence begets violence. It is something she will soon learn. As soon as those claws extend out toward him, that muzzle opens up and immediately snaps down on it - teeth dig in, not wanting to fully puncture, but the pressure would be enough.

Would she risk having her other paw crushed? Or would she stubbornly try to further maul him? The trickle of blood from her claws could be seen glistening against the pale of his fur.

Dance with me. Play this game.

He wanted to purr at her, but as it were, his mouth was currently full. The thick fluff of his tail flicks behind him rapidly - a whip if anything. Like a domesticated cat who is playing a bit too rough with their new toy. Excited. Feral.

Paws splay, those toes gripping the earth as his talons dig in, anticipation rippling off of his form in waves.

Her claws sink into flesh, and then his teeth catch her. The grip is hard but not enough to crush. It could be. She can feel the strength in his jaws, the withheld pressure. It’s a threat, a promise. But this beast - he seems nothing but excited. There’s no fury in his expression, no anger as he bleeds from her claws.

Jazmin’s heart pounds, a strange mixture of fear and excitement, adrenaline shutting off any attempt at logical thought. There is nothing but her violent need to escape warring with the sudden urge to make him bleed for her.

Her paws are trapped, held by his paw and his mouth. So she slams her head forward and attempts to grab the thick, meaty part of his muzzle in a brutal, cruel kiss.

Godhunter's gonna hunt you down

When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down. When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down.

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He's watching her closely. Every move. He swears he can hear her heartbeat. His grip on her paw tightens and as she lurches forward, Vincent attempts to back up abruptly, while dragging her paw with him - this is done to try and make her fall. With her balance perhaps compromised, she would be forced to put pressure on her broken ankle. Which, he doubted she would do.

So down she'd go.

Teeth would unclasp from her flesh, jaws parting as he steps back for a split second. Only enough to give her enough room to fall. Then he's a quick, mass of power as he lurches toward her. A single, heavy paw attempts to press against her chest; the goal to pin her down roughly.

Heated breath would hover over her, his scent masculine and smelling heavily of Vermeda. "Better stop, darling, otherwise you might excite me in a way you're not prepared to handle." His voice is disgustingly sweet. Deceptive. A throaty coo of promise as he lets his tongue lazily sweep along her cheek.

He shifts, quick despite his size, yanking her along the ground and when she foolishly tries to stand to get back, he pulls her legs out from under her. It’s not a choice to shriek as her weight goes down into her broken leg, nor is it her choice to let it buckle. She has no choice at all, and Jazmin hits the ground with a pained, gasping breath.

He presses his paw onto her body, the mass of him more than enough to hold her in place. She does not fight. She does not move.

Now, now she has a choice.

She could keep fighting. She could fight and rage and take on more and more injuries. She would get weaker, frailer, and then she truly would be at the mercy of this beast and all the sick lions that allow this in the Brook. Every part of her wants this, she wants to rage, she wants to fight. She wants to twist and writhe under his grip until she can sink her claws into his vulnerable stomach and rip it open, regardless of the damage it will do to her.

His voice is so sickly sweet Jazmin wants to vomit.

A calmer, almost detached part of her mind offers the solution she does not want to accept: Submit. Do not fight. Do not tear yourself apart on his claws. Heal and wait.

And then we will kill him, Jazmin promises that soft voice. Radahn. Together.

"Get off me."

Godhunter's gonna hunt you down

When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down. When you're sinful to the bone, unholy. And you've claimed yourself a throne, Like me, wield power of your own. Making god hunter's gonna hunt you down. If you're something more than flesh, Ascended, and you've taken on the rest. To end it then she'll find you in a dream, Tormented. Godhunter's gonna hunt you down.

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