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An urgent need for a new adventure gripped her heart, a desperate escape from the relentless battles in the arena. Her body bore the scars of countless fights, her fur stained red with the blood of her enemies. Despite the filth that clung to her, she did not seek to hide her battle-worn appearance. No, tonight she searched for solace, a moment of respite from the chaos.

Traversing the rugged terrain of the Peak, Miaran finally reached the Sacred Falls. The thunderous roar of the waterfall echoed through the surrounding wilderness, drowning out all other sounds. As she gazed up at the majestic cascade, a sense of tranquility washed over her battered soul. Digging her claws into the hard earth, she sharpened her bloodied talons, always prepared for whatever challenges may come her way in this sacred place.

Surveying her surroundings, the scents of the neutral territory reassured her that she was safe to rest for a fleeting moment. Stepping into the frigid water, a mix of pain and relief shot through her wounds. The icy cold did not faze the warrior, rather it brought a welcome sense of numbness. With meticulous care, she washed away the grime, mud, and dried blood, tending to her injuries with unwavering determination. Retreating to the shoreline, she lay down and tenderly licked her wounds, the crimson liquid flowing freely as she cleansed her battered body.

@Aphrodite

Barbarian +10 Maintain your weapons (sharpen claws or care for teeth) , double exp

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead Cruising through the territory, Aphrodite would let herself through travel without even thinking about where she was going. Her ears twisting throughout the entire trip which allowed her to ear the crashing of the waterfall before she found the path that would lead her to the Sacred area. Her claws dug into the ground or scrapped along the rocky ground or even a rock itself as she ventured further and further into the territory. Her amethyst jewels watching the area, scanning for anything or anyone to make sure she wasn't in any kind of danger. But that wasn't what caught her jewels, or even the scent that came to her nose. Ears twisted on top of her head as she caught sight of a glorious creature. A smirk formed as she watched the woman bathe herself before lounging on the shoreline where Aphrodite would finally come out of the shadows. Her eyes went to the injuries that @Miaran were licking and cleaning and a thought coursed through her very mind. Perhaps I can kiss them and make them better. She would muse, not even thinking about what that might conduct between the two lioness."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

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The viper's heart raced as she felt the presence of the alluring black widow, Aphrodite, always lurking nearby. The sound of her voice sent shivers down Miaran's spine, causing her to turn and gaze at the captivating lioness with a mixture of anticipation and desire. A wicked smile played on her lips as Aphrodite spoke in her seductive, intoxicating tones, "Mon chéri, tu me harcèles?" My darling, are you stalking me? She asked, her voice dripping with toxic seduction. And although Miaran pretended to be unfazed, deep down, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Aphrodite.

It wasn't just Aphrodite's allure that kept Miaran's attention, but also the sense of comfort and connection she felt in the presence of the black lioness. Her disinterest in the male gender seemed irrelevant in comparison to the magnetic pull she felt towards Aphrodite. With a flick of her tail, Miaran silently beckoned Aphrodite to come closer, relishing in the intoxicating dance between them. As she continued to groom her wounds, her eyes remained locked on the lioness, their jewel tones reflecting the depth of their unspoken bond.

@Aphrodite

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead A smirk crosses her lips at the delicate words that @Miaran knows she can't understand. But regardless, Aphrodite moves forward, closer to the lioness who licks at her wounds. If only I knew what you asked, perhaps I could answer you. She would muse thoughtfully at the french woman before her. Aphrodite is no stranger to blood. To the wounds and scars that have begun to litter her own body, decorating her ebony coat with marks of another. But they are marks that remind her of what she has done, of what she is doing. A rumble escapes her jaws as she moves to lounge before the other, laying on her side but in a sphinx like style. Her amethyst jewels have yet to leave Miaran's wounds, if they do it's to briefly look up at the gaze staring at her before returning."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

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The viper's lips curled into a wicked smirk, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous allure as she lounged seductively on her side. With a raspy tongue, she savored the taste of her own blood, a reminder of the battles she had fought. And there, in the gaze of the other lioness, she saw a curiosity that ignited a fire within her.

"You, mon chéri," she purred, her voice dripping with intrigue, "have been following me, oui?" Miaran's tail flicked in anticipation as Aphrodite drew closer, her presence intoxicating. And then the viper asked, her words laced with a fervent desire, "Tell me, what are your dreams?"

Miaran's wounds were a testament to her strength, a mark of the battles she had faced. And as she paused in her cleaning, she could feel Aphrodite's gaze lingering on her injuries, a silent acknowledgment of the pain she had endured. The viper's wrist, bearing the brunt of her recent battles, was particularly troublesome, having been pierced by fangs twice over.


@Aphrodite

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead TRIGGER WARNING !! This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Yes, her eyes lingered on the injuries that @Miaran had obtained but that wouldn't mean that Aphrodite couldn't remove them. Ears twisted on top of her head as she would let her amethyst jewels move away from the injuries and to the woman's gaze itself. Though her thoughts kept throwing out the idea of just biting down - or nipping - just enough to draw out more blood and Miaran allowing her to drink her fill. But those were thoughts she would keep to herself, unaware that Miaran might be a willing victim. So instead, Aphrodite would let her head tilt to the side as she took in the woman's words. Would you be upset if I was? She would question before a dark grin formed on her lips. I have no dreams, per say, but I plan to watch the world burn with a crown sitting on top of my head. You?"Talk here." && 'Think here.'

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Miaran could feel the intensity of Aphrodite's gaze burning into her wounded soul, but she welcomed it with a sly smirk playing on her lips. As she looked into her own reflection, she shook her head defiantly at the question posed by the seductive black widow. "Non, ma chérie. I would not," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire and determination.

Standing up with a graceful yet fierce movement, the viper closes the distance between them, her smirk still playing on her lips. Miaran's voice is low and compelling as she poses a daring question, "Would ma chérie wear a crown for moi? To sit on a throne without the need to bow to anyone else?"

In the world of the Mob, there were no Kings or Queens, only the ruthless Elders who held all the power. Miaran had been cast out from their ranks for her defiance and the consequences of her actions. But here, in this moment with Aphrodite, she saw a chance to carve out her own destiny, to seize the throne she believed she deserved.

Her dreams were grand and ambitions high, fueled by a thirst for power that consumed her every thought. She dreamed of donning a crown of her own making, earned through grit and determination rather than submission to a patriarchal system. Miaran vowed to claim her rightful place as a ruler, to earn her crown through sheer force of will and determination. She would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, to build an empire of her own making.

As she pondered her future, Miaran's thoughts turned to Aphrodite, the object of her obsession and necessity. She understood the importance of forging alliances, of building a network of support before making her move. She knew she needed Aphrodite by her side, not just as a lover or a partner, but as a crucial ally in her rise to power.

With a hunger for power burning in her eyes, Miaran knew that her path was fraught with danger and betrayal. But she was unafraid, for she was a woman driven by passion and purpose, willing to do whatever it took to claim her rightful place among the elite. And as she gazed at Aphrodite with a mixture of desire and determination, she knew that their fates were intertwined, bound together by a bond that could never be broken.

@Aphrodite

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead @Miaran admits that she wouldn't be mad and it only draws out a dark grin from the black widow herself. Her ears twist from delicate tones hitting her ear drums as she would listen to Miaran speak. Oh how lovely it was. Such a foreign thing to think about. Love. Aphrodite didn't know how to express it, to feel it. Honestly, she isn't even sure if she'd be able to give it in return if someone stated such things to her. What she feels is lust. A lot of it and currently, its pointed towards the french woman who has moved closer to her. An eyebrow is raised at the questions that have been presented to her. Was Miaran implying that she would get a crown for Aphrodite? A dark smirk formed, but that wasn't how she wanted her crown. Oh no, she didn't want it handed to her. She wanted to dig it off of the other lion's head with her fangs and claws, leaving behind blood where the crown once resided. Would you wear a crown for me? She would return the question. Aphrodite knew that in this world, there were Kings and Queens. Harou was one, or at least he thought so. He played the part very well but as time went on, Aphrodite didn't think it suited him as well as she had thought."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

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If only Miaran possessed the ability to peer into the depths of Aphrodite's mind, she would have vehemently rejected the assumption presented before her. Love, true love, was a concept that eluded her grasp, a notion that had led to tragedy and heartache in her past. The memories of her mother's desperate pleas, her agonizing cries for mercy as Miaran succumbed to her own inner darkness, haunted her every waking moment. How could she ever truly understand love when all she had ever known was death and destruction?

The metallic tang of Leon's blood on her tongue, the sickeningly sweet taste of Genevieve's flesh in her belly, these were the twisted sensations that stirred something primal within Miaran's cold heart. And yet, even these acts of violence paled in comparison to the allure of the crown, the throne that beckoned to her with promises of power and glory. As she pondered Aphrodite's question, the viper within her soul whispered of ambition and desire, of a hunger that could never be sated.

"I would never bow to you, ma chérie," Miaran declared, her voice a low, dangerous hiss. "But I would bleed for you. I would spill my blood, my very essence, at your feet in the pursuit of power and dominance. For you, I would endure any pain, any sacrifice, if it meant securing my place at your side."

Her tail coiled and uncoiled in restless anticipation, a silent reminder of the deadly potential that lurked within her. Miaran knew that the path to the throne would be paved with treachery and deceit, that only the strongest and most cunning would emerge victorious. And she was more than willing to embrace the darkness that lay ahead, to shed blood and tears in her relentless pursuit of power.

With a fierce glint in her eyes, Miaran made a silent vow to herself: she would claim her rightful place on the throne, no matter the cost. Miaran's quest for the throne was not a mere aspiration, but a merciless conquest fueled by her boundless determination. She would not rest until she held the crown in her grasp, ready to defend it with every ounce of her being. The throne was her destiny, her birthright, and she would seize it with a ferocity unmatched by any who dared to challenge her reign. And woe to any who dared stand in her way, for the viper within her soul was ready to strike.


@Aphrodite

Please, father, have mercy
God has mercy, I don't

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead Oh but @Miaran would be wrong to think and reject such assumptions. To think that Aphrodite was thinking that the woman before her had any such feelings towards her. Oh no, Aphrodite knew what she and Miaran had was nothing short of toxic. But it was the very toxicity that drew the black widow in, bringing her closer, addicted to the very idea that Miaran could be hers and hers alone. The very thought of another - man or woman - touching Miaran draws out a deep growl from Aphrodite's throat that one would think was a warning. But sure, the viper before her might understand what it meant. I do not ask for you to bow to me. You'd be my e q u a l. She would correct the viper before hearing her words. It only caused Aphrodite to stand, to move closer to Miaran so that her lips may whisper in her ear on hushed tones. And I shall do the same for you, Watashi no mamushi. my viper. There were not many in this land - none actually - that could get the kind of loyalty that Aphrodite was offering to the french woman. You have my word. You shall be at my side, with a crown and throne like mine. But be warned, there is a new darkness you have yet to see. She would muse against Miaran's ear. I shall do what you would do for me, but you are mine and I will kill those that dare to think they can take from me. And she meant every word as she settled in beside Miaran. To plot this worlds destruction."Talk here." && 'Think here.'