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

night time falls in hushed cadence.  there is an eerie stillness to the dunes, a barely-there whisper, as a docile breeze lifts his mane and draws icy tendrils across his visage.  it feels almost surreal, to live in such a golden kingdom, full of jutting boulders and xanthous sand.  he had always imagined his home to be among the cold, wintry pines, covered in frost and snow thick enough to drown out the sun.  wordlessly, harou moves beneath the moonlight, feeling the chill of the evening settle against his flesh. by now, all his scars have begun to heal, and he's feeling restless again, unable to sleep.

a little wicked
that's what he calls me

She had never thought she'd return to nights under the desert stars. Let alone in such a vast state of injury. She remained silent, where she had moved to lay- on a large flat log, staring out across the dimly lit night. No purpose was utilized in these moments, just lazy relaxing- what else was there to do? The breeze was cool, but with it- it bore the scent of @Harou ♔ and she remains where she is- to see if this newly crowned King would seek her out, would seek... whatever they had together from her.

Though she had lived for the fight, the pain from her injuries had rendered her into a state of rest- a state of uselessness, and yet... she hadn't been chased away. Perhaps it was that he knew she would heal and would return to the battlefield with a viciousness that could not be tamed.

Or she was a good fuck. Whatever.

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

her fragrance is unmistakable. dark, sultry, violent @Helah. wordlessly, harou turns upon his path to follow her delicious trail, mixed with the scent of blood. like a ceaseless demon, he hounds her steps even now. there was something electrifying about her presence, that always drew him in. somewhere in the background, a lone wolf howls. while harou's ears twist slightly to the languid howl in the distance, his eyes were only for helah. he watches as her elegant shape drapes along a rocky, make-shift throne. had he been a softer man, he might have kissed her in greeting and pulled her into a warm embrace.

"you look worse for wear," he begins, closing the distance between them, hastening his steps so that he might approach her from the side. still, despite her state, she appeared feral, beautiful. he tries to bump his bearish skull against her shoulder, and his viperine tongue flicks foward, attempting to clean her wounds. he hopes she'll let him do this. cause fuck, she looked beat up.

a little wicked
that's what he calls me

there was no part of her that did not ache in the sweetest song of battle and triumph. helah was exhausted, there was no question about that- she was worn down and there were few she'd allow close to her in such a state. this beast of a male, @Harou ♔ was one of them because the bond that they shared was... something strangely different. he comes close to her, and she doesn't move, merely allowing him to help clean her wounds.

"win some, and lose some. that bitch will pay for the ear though." she grumbled, thinking of the female who had taken the left ear tip from her. "they always wanna fuck up the face." another grunt and grumble, but she lets out a sound now that he's close that's suspiciously like pleasure, before she looks up, turning her head to glance at him. "do you enjoy the taste of my blood on your lips?" soft, sensual words, that perhaps lacked their normal spice, and she stretches a bit, before focusing on the matter at hand.

"you are king now, what next?" she asks, curious.

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Carnivore and voyeur

she lets him close the distance between them, and harou is careful to clean her wounds, licking off the sand and dried blood from her tattered flesh. he didn't know if he cared about her in a tender manner, or whether it was purely sensual, but what he felt for her was too complex to be put into words. there is a connection formed, however; one that has become deep and unyielding, and the icy beast feels it in his heart as he nears her, stepping over her languid form in a manner that mimicked male protectiveness.

perhaps, having lived alone for most of his life softened him to the idea of helah. thus, the taste of copper engulfs his senses, imploring him to lay his tongue against her bloodied flesh, lapping against her again and again. "you taste sharp, beautiful. i could eat you, but i won't, " harou allows an almost playful grin to touch his lips, as he continues. indeed, she would taste sweet against his tongue, an ambrosial nectar he's gotten used to, his own throaty rumble leaving his lips as he hears her soft words. he listens to helah speak, choosing to remain quiet, until she'd ask him what was next for them.

"i want you to be my queen." he purrs darkly, the rumbling tenor reverberated against his chest, his skull lowered now to touch her forehead with his own. there would still be something mysterious about helah's fragrance, however, as if she weren't entirely free, not with the scent of wolfbron encasing her slender frame. no, the scent of others would taint her flesh, a thought that made him feel hawkish, curious. are you free to be my queen, helah?

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a little wicked
that's what he calls me

It was to very few that Helah would ever yield the safety that isolation brought for her. She would let them close only when she could control it, and yet for him that control slipped. She felt more alive in this loss of control, to let him stand above her as if were her dominating king. His tongue, was rough, as it cleaned her wounds with a gentleness that she wasn't offended by- but found oddly sensual. It soothed the sting in her wounds, the blood that had clotted and the tattered remains of her ear. Why did they always go for the face?

you taste sharp, beautiful. i could eat you, but i won't Were she a softer female, and not the embodiment of a rabid she-wolf her mouth would part into a grin and she would flutter at the compliment- at the words. Instead, there is a stirring in her gut, as the wanton feelings she is accustomed too stir as she speaks. "pity, because you eating me could possibly constitute as foreplay." her words teasing, but light.

I want you to be my queen.

The words are surprising, but she does nothing more than inhale his scent in slowly, letting his body's closeness soothe her wounds as she considers his words.

"I will leave Wolfbron." She says simply, as if just leaving the matriarchal pride would be that simple. Louve would not fight her over it, surely? "What kind of kingdom do you wish to rule, Harou?" She asks. She doesn't give him an answer yet, but the fact that she was willing to leave Wolfbron was answer enough, wasn't it?

@Harou ♔

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I wanna feel the change consume me
feel the outside turning in

carnal filth blossoms between each fervent kiss, him touching @Helah in soft and delicate ways, suggesting a different kind of hunger with every action given. her coquettish remark burns seductively in his mind, one that tugs for his lips, pulling taut that obsidian line, as icy, masculine features further darkens into a wolfish grin. lick after lick, the beast cleans her coppery wounds in silence, saturating her bloodied fur in his softer kisses, as he slips a paw about her lithe shoulders and pulls her closer beneath him.

perhaps, this will be the only measured tenderness afforded between them, as the two lovers share an intimate moment beneath the stars, as he looks after her with all the doting ardency of a caring husband. thus, the arousal between them, would always peak; always slithering in the back of his mind like some mad disease, as he inhales her fragrance deeply, stifling the groan from purring in the back of his throat at the mere nearness of her. she was in no shape to take, her wounds far too beaten against her wounded, though sultry hide, but harou possessed a vivid imagination, nonetheless, and could imagine her draped against his frame once more, despite her disheveled state in the aftermath of andal's violence.

"save that thought," he would whisper. darkly, his lips tracing her ear in another gentle half-lick, half-kiss, before he pulls away slightly and sprawls right next to her. the sands would soak up his weight, the masculine frame rigid and poised like a readied sword. although, this moment would be captivated by gentleness, harou is forever the restless beast. his tail would wound back and forth, snaking suggestively against her slender thighs, flicking through and fro like the ticking notion of a swift metronome. he was suddenly feeling on edge, but a singular ear does flick towards helah's delicious voice, her approval of being his queen beating like vivid music to his ears.

"i want to watch the world burn, helah," he breathes hungrily, sharing his ambitious drive with this goddess of chaos and discord, unveiling his wicked intent and devilish schemes. "for now, we wait. we bide our time. we breed an army," he purrs again, touching his nose with her nose, inhaling her delicious fragrance which sweltered like sins in the back of his mind.

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that's what he calls me

Though she would never admit it out-loud, the way that his kisses skitter along her flesh- as if they are hands stroking her, fingers caressing her fur as if they are running through hair... it creeps into her soul, and calms her. It soothes the ache of the wounds she carries, the ache in her bones from another fight won... (okay, lost but does Helah ever really lose (at least in her mind)) She does not pull away from his attempts to pull her closer, and lets the strength of him course into her- to seep into her battered body. Does she lean into him? Perhaps. No one could prove it though.

Save that thought.

She would. Her mind flashes in pictures, and she swears she can feel the ghost of sensations as he settles into the sands near her. The feel of him, the sound of his breathing- the feeling of how they move together- against each other. Harou is like a finely aged wine, and she is content to dwell in her memories for a moment.

When he says he wants to watch the world burn, and goes on to suggest to bide their time and breed an army- she feels her ears flick towards him in interest. "I'm not exactly a maternal figure." She comments. She never would be. "But... the breeding part.. well, I do enjoy a good fuck." Was that as close as she could come to saying that she was on board with this plan? Perhaps. And Harou did provide a damn good feeling.

"I'm in." She breathes out. "Nothing better to do anyway. This land needs a bit more chaos to come it's way."
@Harou ♔

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feel the outside turning in

"it's you and i, versus the world," his rumble is a low masculine laugh, finding her presence to be intoxicating. "maternal instinct should come, naturally, but you won't be alone - you have me," and harou would make a fearless father, a silent guardian, to all his offspring.

helah's voice snakes against his flesh again, a tempting caress, one laced in heat and feminine vigor. everything she says becomes music to his ears, especially the part about a good fuck. ofcourse, she would love that part the best, second only to her love for violence and bloodlust. without another word, harou would reach over again, placing a sharp kiss against the corner of her lips. for some reason, he just couldn't get enough of her addictive ways. he would then move the conversation over, towards more political affairs, asking about her ties in amaryllis and wondering which way they may align.

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a little wicked
that's what he calls me

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it's you and i against the world,

oh, harou what a vow to make to her- a creature who takes such dedication seriously. at least, when it is in regards to her. she looks to him, appraising him with her gaze- as she does so- grinning slowly at his next words. maternal instinct should come naturally -- "you forget, I've produced spawn before. the only instinct I've ever had in regards to them- is that they would make a fine meal." she hums softly. yet, if spawn was what he felt they needed... she could not deny that progeny would likely establish a successful and violent bloodline for ages to come. "but i guess i can refrain from consuming them." she agrees. though, perhaps she may eat... one.

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