Did they all speak? Were the savages…really savages? The priests were wrong on so many different levels the girl couldn’t help but find it comical. To laugh with disdain in their faces- if she could. Alas, she could not, they didn’t have the balls to follow out of their holy world. If one was different, they were cast out. It was difficult for Skorvaga, even now, not to slip back under the mask she had worn for so long. It seemed only Acheron knew who she really was, the cruel woman beneath the cloak. Even Maia had seemed fooled- or perhaps she simply did not care that she had welcomed home two ‘demons’ as the priests would call Acheron (and surely called her by now).

The Rainforest was not nearly as terrible as she had expected it to be. Sure, it was cold, but even when cold there was a vibrancy beneath the canopy, a brightness to the gloom of winter. The blue woman hadn’t met any of the Savages that called the Rainforest home, but that was no matter, she would eventually. Until then, she would settle for making her den as comfortable as possible. If Acheron intended for them to stay awhile, there was no sense in sleeping on the dirt any longer. She had gathered moss to make the ground softer but that had proven to be tedious and just… annoying. Now, the woman dug. Taking out her frustration that her dearly beloved had taken a stroll instead of helping with the den.

Skorvaga would dig at the ground beneath the thick roots of an oddly bent tree, to be fair, she was making it quite spacious. Her limbs were coated in dirt and mud, but more than that one could find wood chips among the lump of soil. She didn’t just carve into the ground, she carved into the tree itself. Finally she was satisfied with the depth, width and height of the den. Skorvaga would huff, taking a break from the hard work. Icy gaze looking around as she panted in the frigid air. Surely someone lived around here, right?

(just accepted, still waiting to turn green ;) )

"Skorvaga speech." "Acheron speech."

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The man is not a simpleton, he evades the task of building the den deftly and simply because he can, knowing that his sister will both acquiesce to the task and punish him later because of it. Both eventualities of equal pleasure to the behemoth.
His time had been spent engaged with the surrounding environment, exploring the rainforest and delving a paw or two into the lands beyond. But of course, he returns to her. The moon marked goddess that is his altar of flesh and blood. The sweet nectar of his life force was found within her heart and between her thighs.
Freshly torn earth cloyed thickly in the air, catching in his lungs as it mingled with the delicate perfume of @Skorvaga. The roll of his muscular shoulders became more prominent, delivering the giant to their new nest. She was to be found before it, resting, panting from the immensity of her effort.
Lips curl at the edges and he does not slow until he is upon her, looming over the slight figure of his darling one. "A palace, my love." He coos with praise, though his sharp, expectant eyes do not stray an inch from the depths of her own.
The coolness of winter brings his breath to visibly fog upon the air as he reaches down to slither his tongue along her jawline.

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He returns, as she knew he would. Temper would flare as the dark behemoth would approach. He moved as if a wraith, quickly yet oh so silently. Skorvaga would bristle with excitement as he approached, pleased to see him return to her- for her. He at least had the decency to look upon her work as he approached- if only fleetingly- before his piercing gaze returned to her own icy glare. Tail twitched behind her as he noted the slight curl of his lips- that smile, oh so delicious. Tantalizing and teasing her.

He does not stop until she has to crane her neck back to look up at him. Looming over his beloved possessively, the woman would stifle the shiver that threatened to roll down her spine. The vapor puffs of his breath would curl around her skull as she shifted to sit up, meeting his slithering tongue halfway. The caress of her jawline would send heat burning through her veins. How could she stay mad at him? Her dearest, her lover and her kin. She could never. A low growl would rumble temptingly in her throat, mixing with the purr at his touch. " “Yes, for me.” She would answer, turning her skull to offer a sharp nip at his cheek. Meant to be like a swat of the hand, a mild chiding at his laziness. " “What have you seen, dear one?” She would ask, expectantly, nearly demandingly. She wanted answers to his absence, it had better be worth it.

@Acheron

"Skorvaga speech." "Acheron speech."

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The encounter promised to heat up quite quickly, as her tongue met with his own. Electricity surg through his body as tasted the flecks of earth upon her flesh and the soft wetness of her mouth.

But oh, how she wounded him. Turning him out from their new abode before he has even had chance to christen it with her. Cobalt features pull back and knit together into a mock frown as he looked down upon the angelic features of @Skorvaga. Feminine teeth bite at him and pinch at the fur of his cheek. He bore it well though, so used to her physical reprimands that not even a flinch marred his now smirking expression. "Is that so?" A brow lifted. "Perhaps I should spend the evening elsewhere" Pale eyes lift and dart about the rainforest surrounding them, to accentuate his teasing.

Her question, however, drew the devil's attention right back to his love. A mammoth forepaw sought to grasp at her own. "Oh! I found a cavern of ice." He exclaimed, giddy as a child. "And a most spirited little prize within."

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The gargantuan beasts touch was electrifying to the soft featured lioness. It sent surges of euphoria through her veins, sending a thrill through her stomach. So used to her reprimands, he didn’t even flinch at her nip and her brow would raise almost challengingly. Did he want more? Of course he did. Skorvaga would smile sweetly to him as he spoke, though her frown would falter ever so slightly at the mention of going elsewhere. Icy gaze would narrow even as butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. Oh how he toyed with her.

She knew of his conquests, but it was to her bed that he returned, they were savages nothing more to him. Her gaze would almost dare him, but it was fleeting as he would turn her attention momentarily to what he said next- she wouldn’t forget though, they would come back to this discussion…after.

Excitement would pull at her sour features, a grin replacing tight lips as he spoke about an ice cave." “What was it like?” She asked, touched by the giddiness that he possessed and mirroring the excitement back to him. Tail would lash behind her at the mention of a prize. Eyes would light up, smirking slightly as she tried to look around his big head to see his shoulders, where else would he carry a prize back to her? " “Let me see, Acheron!” She would demand in a most childish fashion. Girlish impatience shining through as she tried raise up over him for a peak at the surprise. What had he brought for her?

@Acheron

"Skorvaga speech." "Acheron speech."

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Acheron bore an insatiable appetite for @Skorvaga that was rivaled by no other. The pain of her reprimands or the strike of her sharp claws would only ever invigorate her lover, desperate for the bite of her fangs as much as the kiss of her sweet pale mouth.

Though he teased and threatened, they had not spent a night apart since he had stolen her away in the depths of darkness from their home and away from all that they had known. And had that not been the start of the greatest of adventures? The behemoth may wander, his lust and craving might take him to depravity, but she, his beloved angel, is far removed and held far above all of his misdeeds. They belonged to one another, in life and most certainly in death.

Lips twitch, flickering up as the expression upon the angel's face falters and he reaches out, tender in the way that he brushes his hungry lips against hers, brief, but full of promise.

Devil's smile returns as she sought knowledge of what he had seen. What a glorious landscape it was they had found themselves in. "It was beautiful, sister." He said, drawing her forepaw to his chest with his own. "Haunting and bitterly cold." He would have to take her there; they could lay together in the icy cold.

Though the thought of that naturally led him to remember the long-eared elf that he had conquered and taken in the same spot. That would perhaps displease his most beloved and may dissuade her from the excursion. So, he'd have to keep that little bit to himself.

"I have not brought it with me." He laughed, shaking out his full mane as she looked frantically about for her gift. "It was a little elf that I discovered hidden within the cave of ice." He elaborated. "She still had her ears intact." Piercingly pale eyes lit up. Elven ears were rare and considered to bring good fortune to those who possessed them. He'd never met an elven lion whose ears had not been cut off and sold on.

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As her smile faltered, his lips would rush to her own, kissing her gently in a way she knew was reserved only for her. Brief as it was, it was full of promise and lefter her desiring so much more. The angel would purr hungrily for the demon, gaze flashing briefly with desire before she would be distracted once more by his enthusiasm of the place he had been to. Her grin would return just as his devilish one did, he described the place as beautiful and she would look to him with awe. She wanted to see this ice cave and see the light reflect off its surfaces. His description would send a wanting shiver down her spine, haunting and bitterly cold, just like her brother.

He would laugh, telling her it wasn’t with him and she would huff at him. Well if he hadn’t brought it to her, where was it?! She would look to him expectantly as he shook out his mane, proving that it wasn’t there. Finally the woman would settle back onto her haunches and wait for an explanation. The idea that there was an elf in these lands, she would look to him with devilish excitement. She wanted elf ears for their den! “But how?” She asked, curious. “How has she gone so long without them being stolen Acheron?” She would ask with excitement and curiosity. What thoughts did he have on the matter? It also frustrated her further, why hadn’t he brought her an ear?

“Why didn’t you take her ear?” She asked, voicing her thoughts aloud in a bold, stubborn fashion. He was fierce, she had seen him fight, it simply wasn’t possible that he hadn’t won if she had resisted him. His news would remind her of her own news and adventures. Her grin would stretch wider as her eyes widened, jumping back to her paws. “Oh! That reminds me! Guess what I found!” She would tease him with her own news. “A fat creature that plays in the water and on land.” She would giggle with amusement, this was not her big news. “I also found a twin-tailed savage. So many interesting creatures here, big brother.” She would grin, looking to him with an adoration reserved only for her gargantuan protector.

@Acheron

"Skorvaga speech." "Acheron speech."

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