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The air is cool where it meets the warm blood that seeps through her body at the rips where his teeth score into her flesh. She cackles again, her laugh nothing short of insane as she connects with his flesh- and as the pain he draws from her comes to a climax of exhaustion.

The pain is all there is, all that matters.

The pain is all this was about. Her need for it, the way she craves the way her flesh tears from her body, the way he pushes her- attempts to dominate her. The way she fights back- attempting to show that she cannot be broken, cannot buckle beneath such a male.

In her finale move, as his bite into her neck and spine, pinches and aches, she aims to release her grasp that she's maintained on him, and she merely aims to shift her head- to aim to bite into him again- to spread out the damage and pain, all the while aiming to thrash her head. Not that she wishes to maim him, but she wishes to taste as much of him as she is able- to leave a mark upon his flesh.

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

Rolling 7d20: 7 + 8 + 6 + 10 + 20 + 5 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 6 + 15 + 13 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 12 + 2 + 11 + 7

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@Harou VS. @Helah FOR dominance
— RESULTS —

Harou Hits: 5+2+4+4 luck = 15
Harou Dodges: 1+1+1 = 3

Helah Hits: 3+4+2+3 luck = 12
Helah Dodges: 3+3+2 = 8

Harou Successful Hits: 7
Helah Successful Hits: 9

Helah HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR dominance!

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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

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His breath becomes a tangle of need and desperation, of an aching so carnal and fierce, he could barely contain his snarling passions. He bares his fangs at her, against her; flashing menacing canines, as she spills his blood across the earth. Her skin wrapped against his teeth feels like religion, like being swept away at sea - like falling into an abyss of want and need and holy p r a y e r.

Blood drips, drips, drips from his wounds. The aroma surrounding him is intoxicating. It is mingled with the fragrance of her blood and her arousal. He feels dizzy at the thought of her; his heady vermillion gaze, fixating against her curvaceous form as she writhes and thrashes like a tease, beneath. His own flesh is riddled with wounds caused by her teeth; each wound oozing with so much blood, it coats them both.

Suddenly, he stills, hard male muscles flexing above her form; barely containing his wrath. A lustful breath pools into her ear - if she will hear him - and his whisper is both hoarse and breathy with masculine need.

"Well, you won," Came the toe-curling whisper, as his lips press (almost lovingly) against the curve of her ear. "What games shall we play next?" Even as she had won, he doesn't relinquish his hold upon her - if anything, he seeks to grasp her even closer to him.

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Her own fur is wet with blood, a mix of his and hers. The sinful liquid does nothing to cease her ferocity, and instead eggs it on. Yet, somehow she finds herself in the winning position this time, and his breath is close to her ear as he speaks- granting her that victory, but proposing an interesting question that she cannot fathom to walk away from.

"I could think of a few...more things... " After all, violence was nothing more than the prelude before any act of wanton desire. "We could do together." She said with a grin that she wasn't sure he could see with their positions but was evident in her voice. "A mutually beneficial sort of thing." A breathy whisper, as she aimed to move- to press into his tight hold.

"Violence is the best art of desire, after all," A flat out offer, that if he wanted... she was ripe for the taking. "And the best way to get started."

@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

She is there - readied. Ripe for the taking. Their bodies were aligned, and he is still panting from their fresh fight, his hot breath pooling against her skin. He is almost tempted to, to lower his muscular form against her curvaceous one; to bury his hips into her, with a wrathful and passionate need. But Harou doesn't. Something wild and cruel in him surfaces to meet her playfully sadistic tones, something cold and effortlessly masculine.

Perhaps, it wasn't enough that she was asking him. Perhaps, he wanted to hear her beg. Wordlessly, he would let go of her scruff, a wicked teasing smirk curling his lips as he drops a soft kiss into the side of her neck. Hot and cold. His affections were hot and cold. "Oh," He sighs, almost playful, almost cruel. The tone of his voice dark and arrogant and gracefully masculine. The blood continues to drip from his wounds, as he now stands behind her, allowing the arid breeze of the desert to crawl upon her spine. He is not hovering above her anymore, but standing behind her.

"You'll have to be a little more specific than that," He jests wickedly, devilishly, his voice laced in hush-laughter.

"Maybe a little more show, less tell," He presses her with words and a heady gaze, his eyes devouring the view of her luscious backside; wanting to get under @Helah's skin.

@Harou

There is a shiver of delight at the closeness of him, the feeling of his body pressed against hers. There is a deep, wanting need within her, beginning at the core of her- begging him silently to take what he wishes. It is everything that she wants, and everything she needs in this moment. His breath, against her neck and ear, she chuckles softly.

Yet, he pulls away, and she knows this because of the sudden air that dances along her spine. She frowns slightly and turns her head, tilting it sideways and back exposing her delicate neck, while glancing over her shoulder.

His teasing and taunting words, make her smirk as she lifts her own hips in response to his teasing, and in response to the need that pulses through her- aiming to bring herself up in a bit of a luxurious bow, making sure he gets ample view of her curvy hips, and best asset.

Her words are raspy, breathy, as she speaks. "Mmm, do you want me to beg?" She teases. "Want me to say please?" The words are paired with a smirk, and she's decided that this is a game she's willing to play.

And so she steps forward, away from him- daring him to make some sort of move.

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

Trigger Warning: Lust

Hunger, burns within him. A deep wrathful thing. A wild and poisonous heat. As her hips shift gracefully from side to side, his eyes will watch the rise of fall of her sensuous muscles. She begs, now. Soft and teasing. Light and fluttering. His heart begins to race at the sight of her so open, so vulnerable. Laid out bare, for all to see. Here, she stands atlast; all curvy fullness of her, twisting into something gracefully delicious as she dances and plays to a rhythmic cadence.

Harou steps closer to @Helah, just as she stands, brushing his jaws against her lower spine, attempting to draw his fangs across her voluptuous hips. The whisper that leaves his mouth is dark and lustful, a heady purr, as the wolfish need bristles against his lean flesh. Desire, hot enough to drown out the sun, now lingers in his thick, masculine voice.

"Yes, that's better."

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She was not a stranger to the many masks one could don to navigate the world, and she wondered what mask she should wear for him. Yet, as she stands, and his breath tickles her body, his words dark and approving- she decides what she should say. She puts on a saccharine sort of smile, as she turns her head back to look him dead in the eye, attempting to be innocent in her expression.

"Please," She whispered, her voice husky, desire clearly evident in her tone. She moved to step back into him, and invitation in her movements, "Please." She added, whispering darkly to him, with the same sweet expression she so carefully donned. After all, she only preferred such things when blood was involved. She would aim arch her back into his mouth, hoping his teeth were the next thing to touch into her flesh. Along with some.. other things.

@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

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This time she begs. Her voice is soft, melodic. Her voice fills his mind, a lulling croon weaving gently against the desert heat. Arousal begins to burn within him. A ravenous flame builds and builds, throbbing down his lower body, eager to devour her flesh. He can feel his heart beginning to race. A steady thud, thud, thud pulsing against the muscular surface of his chest. Despite the scars covering his body and the blood dripping down his skin, Harou feels revitalised. Alive. Once she arches her back into him, he finally succumbs to her carnal pleas. His mouth grips the back of her neck, tightly. He mounts her smaller frame, pressing her down into their earthen mattress. Rocking forward, he takes her roughly, allowing his violent hunger to fill her.

Fade/Exit

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There is nothing like violence to be the thing to lull her after a fight. Nothing like a violent, sexual encounter, to bring her to her knees both literally and figuratively. Helah lets go, caving to her wanton desires, as he brings them together- glad that she no longer must beg for this, glad to have her needs met. Blood stains her body, and his warmth pools against her flesh- saturating her fur as they come together and she lets her mind go to that place of ecstasy and pleasure. And always, mixed with a little bit of ferocious pain.

-exit-

@Harou

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