boneyard; july y9

This location was macabre in a rather cliche sort of way, at least in Helah's opinion. Bones bleached from the sun, from large elephant carcasses littered the land, and she moved through them, looking at the giant skulls with minimal interest- as she moved, the dusk light making the skulls lengthen into looming shadows. That was her much more preferred sort of decor, dark shadows to linger in- and show she meandered towards them silently, to come to rest against the earth with a soft sigh, to study the land around her- and not be snuck up on, while she rested. Her pointed ears, trained forward- listening to the world around her, as she remained- still as a shadow.

@Harou

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
The boneyard, possessed a sickening beauty unlike any other. This place lingered in its ghastly appeal; a woven tapestry of light and shadow, death and life. Harou had been here many times before, running wild through these godforsaken paths, feeling the breath of Death panting hungrily against his flesh and the hot sun beating down with a ruinous intent.

Like a noose, like a kiss, like a prayer whispered most adrently.

This time it is no different, he is surrounded by death once again, by porcelain bones and discarded remains of bleached skeletons, laying rotten beneath the blazing sun for too long. Death, like a mercurial song, whistles through the hollowed-out eye sockets of slain animals, and the breeze were an arid thing; that curled and whispered through Harou's longish mane, a tempting current like the beckoning songs of sirens.

Harou would listen to its siren song, compelled to draw deeper and deeper into the tangles of light and shadow, bone and dirt. The skeletal remains crunch sickeningly beneath his massive paws, his sauntering steps wolfish and keen, as he now pursues a different scent upon the wind. It is familiar - this fragrance - the sweet nectar oozing like a flower against his lips. When he first spots her, he is not surprised to see that it is that rabid female from the Pits, the one whose blood he'd taste again and again.

A devilish grin crosses his features, as the tall man attempts to close the distance between them, wordlessly. Like gasoline whisper to flame, he is drawn to her chaotic heart, her violent soul.

@Helah

we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

Her silent brooding, perhaps fits the scenery well- the bones and decay around her, infiltrate her nose like a perfume of the worst variety. Though she was a beast of violence and shadows, she often preferred the finer things in life. She is silent in her contemplations of life and the things around her, when she scents another. It is a wicked sort of grin that pulls her jaws apart, as she waits- to see a familiar face approach. Helah does not rise, she does not leap into battle this time, merely studies the approaching merle male- as the distance between them closes.

"Handsome," The words are a soft trill, a soft greeting to such a violent creature. Wounds have nearly healed that he'd provided, wounds that she cherished from their time together- though she aches with the promise of more. In Helah's mind there is an elegance to this strange male, a wildness that reminds her of open flame- something untamable, and well- Helah could not shy away from such things.

"Come back for round two?" A question, an offer- should he need the release that violence often gave her.

@Harou

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

As the moon ascends
The wolves come out
to see the end

from the flames of the fire
i feel you crawl into my bed
throwing shapes at the sky, i watch you crying into me

Mounds of skeletons lay one atop the other, draping haphazardly in their forlorn state, each spectral limb and mounting skull looming low beneath the sun's summer song. Shadows crawled along the surface, long, forboding -

Breathless, aching - each riveting whistle of a northern breeze would wind down those skeletal remains; each thread of warm, balmy sunlight descending those bleached-white surfaces long erroded by death and decay, had made the boneyards more arresting, more holy.

There was ghastly beauty in this melting display of death and forgotten life, a sweaty calamity enveloping the atmosphere; a flushed sense of heat that would amplify, electrify, when the merle titan finally closes the distance between him and the wild jezebel.

The woman was wicked, delicious - she was a ferocious specimen of chaos and discord. He knew not of her origins, nor her name, but the sense of snarling anarchy she'd exude would compel the feral beast to linger near. Her words of charm do nothing but curl those blackened lips of his, his fangs slick with wild desire, with sin.

"You could say that. Did you miss me, now?"

Her eyes are alit with wicked delight as she takes him in, rosy color positively glowing with the sinister promise of violence and pain. She grinned, her lips revealing shiny white teeth as she bares them in a fearsome smile. 'You could say that. Did you miss me, now?'

Her response is almost a trill, as she slowly rose to her feet- taking time to stretch, to show of the ample curves and beautiful fur. She raised her head, to study the merle marked male. "And if I did?"

"Tell me is it the taste of violence that you enjoyed, or just being close to me?" A teasing question, as she stretches slowly, then stands- relaxed as she looks at him. No, she doesn't know him quite well enough to remain laying on the earth.

"I'm down for a second round, if you are, handsome." An offer then, for a dance of violence.

@Harou

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

Her fur ripples softly in the sunlight, those curves twisting and turning, sensually. She is coy, sultry, a dark maiden of twisted entice. There hid behind her claret stare - swimming with heat and hellfire - something dark and conniving. He could not quite place what it was that made her seem strange, so exotic, but an unhinged quality would seep through her pores, a dangerous sort of beauty not meant for this tender world.

"Well, if you did, I just might have to show you a good time," His retaliation is swift, dark voice dipping criminally low to catch and graze at her flesh. Harou enjoyed the sound of her own voice, the way the syllables would curl around her tongue like venom, or honey. They've shared a closeness, an intimacy, together. The blood they drew from one another only amplified his eagerness to see her again, to taste her again.

"Maybe I like both," Came the cold-blooded reply, his gaze unwavering, fixated on her. He does not smile, but his muscles begin to twist with anticipation of finding her flesh again. Wordlessly, he would seek to close the distance between them, his actions both violent and tender, as he sought to dominate her by attempting to bite the scruff of her neck.

Harou vs. @Helah
for Dominance
1 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 20 + 18 + 11 + 13 + 10 + 1 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 7 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 18 + 4 + 7 + 9

@Harou

Helah's stretch was long, tantalizing, and the feeling of her muscles and sinew pulling and stretching was delightful, as she faces him. Well, if you did, I just might have to show you a good time. His words are a teasing sort of offer, a hint at what they had experienced together. Of course, in Helah's mind his leaving after the bout... could have been bettered with a bit of more wanton passion.

She grins, the small pull of movement at her lips as he mentions that he enjoys both. The violence and closeness- she laughs softly at that- her eyes bright as he moves- closing the distance between them like night closing on day.

His teeth find her scruff, and she assists him with that, by aiming to lower her head- her own jaws splaying as she aimed for his shoulder, hoping to sink her teeth into his flesh. At the same time, she aims to lift her own paw- in an effort to stomp down onto his, if she's able- claws extended to cause some pain, to push him into harming her, to rip into her flesh- to demand the price of blood from her.

Helah vs @Harou
For Dominance
Round 1/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 12 + 3 + 2 + 16 + 4 + 13 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 20 + 2 + 8 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 11 + 1 + 5 + 8

ART BY MOOGLE, CODE BY LARS

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of Sensuality, Violence, Blood, Lust

His fangs grab for her neck, attempting to seize it within his jaws. He would bite down with a ferocity both intimate and fierce, trying to draw and taste her blood. There would be nothing tender about the touch, nothing gentle. It was rough, p a s s i o n a t e.

Harou grunts, however, when he feels her sinking her own teeth against the flesh of his shoulder. Crimson weaves down in red rivulets, staining the ivory fur along his chest. In another one of her moves, he then feels the slamming of her talons against his paw, causing a sharp electricity of pain to climb up his wounded hand.

His growl is rough, guttural. In retaliation, Harou would seek to throw an arm over her back, attempting to slash down her slender backside; attempting to draw blood from her skin while trying to shove her down. His salivating jaws ached to wrap around her neck, attempting to seize her once again by the scruff. Should he succeed, he would bite down even harder. Now, his movements were fueled by something darker, something hungrier. Passion, violence - lust.

Harou vs. @Helah
for Dominance
2 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 20 + 2 + 1 + 10 + 8 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 16 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 4 + 12 + 9 + 14 + 15

ryuu

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of sensuality, lust, gore, sexual themes, violence

Violence stems from passion, a boiling emotion within the bodies and minds of those dark enough to reach out and grasp it. Helah wraps her proverbial paws around it, dragging it closer to her- a thing to cherish. Violence, dances along her spine as he moves- the male quick to grasp a hold of her neck, and the pain sings like a choir of angels as it shoots through every nerve she has within her body.

Helah laughs, a dark and sensual thing, as much to egg him on, as the moans that danced on the tip of her tongue, as her own teeth pierce into his flesh- tasting him. She swears he vibrates with the growl that rumbles through him, that his body shifts and twinges beneath her mouth, her paw digging into the wounded flesh of his own.

More, more more

Every action of hers demands it from him, a demand for more pain- more passion, more... more.

She feels the weighted thud, and then the burning agony of a paw scoring down her back, the weight of him pushing against her- and she pushes back against the way it makes her knees want to buckle. The desire to give into him, to let herself crumple against the earth- to yield to him. More, more, more.

She feels his mouth shift, new wounds to come from his grip- and in return she aims to bite down into her own previous grip- with a violent shaking of her head, to rip and tear, to peel the hide away from his flesh there. Perhaps she isn't trying as hard as she could- but the heat and violence eggs her on, asking for more.

Instead of digging her claws into the paw on the earth- she lifts her leg, in an attempt to blindly slash at him- hoping to slice down his leg this time- or perhaps they would land to merely score into the earth- leaving markings of their violence in their wake.

Helah vs @Harou
For Dominance
Round 1/3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 13 + 19 + 16 + 15 + 1 + 9 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 2 + 19 + 7 + 14 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 3 + 17 + 11 + 10

OOC: Edit okayed by Squid to add TW and table.

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY LARS

As the moon ascends
The wolves come out
to see the end

from the flames of the fire
i feel you crawl into my bed
throwing shapes at the sky, i watch you crying into me

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of Violence, Gothic morbidity, Bloodlust

Blood drips from his muscular form. Drip, drip, drip.

Breath escapes his lips, tangles of heavy suspire woven by wrath - tethered by lust. They twist, clash, snarl; burning like twin flames, wrapped tightly together. Her attacks connect, further drawing scratches and bitemarks down his flesh; drawing more wounds against his physique - his body now dripping in the blood, that she had caused to ease and flow.

He would be relentless in return, seeking her without mercy, although there hinted in his violent caress - that he didn't wish to fully harm her. Only dominate her, push her into the earth beneath him. Another snarl leaves his lips, the guttural sound of him mixing with her low, growl-moans. In a final attempt to dominate her, he would seek to pierce the fleshy bit between her neck and spine, hoping to bury his fangs into that place in an attempt to hold her beneath.

Harou vs. @Helah
for Dominance
3 of 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 11 + 19 + 9 + 17 + 7 + 3 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 4 + 20 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 10 + 6 + 20 + 16