The scent of various trees fill the air, along with an array of wildlife and flora. There are many gnarled places in the forest, it is best to watch your step. The trees are crowded together and there are many dangers that lurk in the shadows of the dark woods.
Concealed entirely by fur Sasha graced the forest in his true form, the pelt ranged in various brown hues. The Wolf's appearance could only be described as a gradient of brown, with the darkest color on his back fading as it descends to something more dull. On the surface the Wolf's dominant color was the obvious muddy shade from behind the head and stretching to the tailbone. Begining at face to travel down towards his stomach a mixture of beige and dark blonde covered his underside, typical lighter colors were at the torso regions. The Taiga pigments on him were plain to see, nothing extraorinary to set Sasha apart from the other individuals of the same species. But what puts him at a difference with normal wolves was the male's staggering size. An average gray wolf weighed around ninety five, perhaps ninety nine kilograms at the most, however Sasha could be compared to a bedouin horse. The massive dark shillouette of the Wolf prowled the forest floor, moving at a slow but confident stride forward all fours. Large paws crushed the grass and fallen leaves beneath claws outlined in fur.
Every now and then Sasha took a moment to rest near a tree, the Wolf circled the plant's base with his nose hovering above the surface. The unique instrument of the species latched on to several odors, on the bark Sasha picked up multiple scents belonging to many. His mind instinctively accumilated the data he gathered from the tree, storing the aromas to memory if it's ever needed for future referrences. Out of the various smells Sasha caught one in particular that immediately captured his fancy, it had him licking his lips. A young doe recently walked through, by recently meant less than five minutes ago, which gave the male hope in catching up. With the mark fresh on the ground it was possible for Sasha to reach this specimen in no time. Latching on that which she left behind the Wolf left no chance to wander, he kept his nose in the direction of the ground while still keeping an eye out.
To Sasha the trail was like bread crumbs similar to the children's tale, except what the Wolf had in mind something more along the lines of blood. He imagined pieces of cut meat were laid before him, there was a long endless line dripping in red liquid urging the lupine to follow. The further he went the stronger the aroma becomes causing the Wolf's mouth salivate, the smell of food beckoning him to continue. Every now and then Sasha had to glance upward to register the space he was traveling through, looking about for the prey or anything else. His mind and nose was focused on the other animal, however it didn't hurt to be aware of one's own surrounding.
Without a whim or much of a care, taking full benefit under the blanket of stars and nightfall danced a little red-headed wonder; shrouded in a hooded cloak of white linen. But to take that sweet, green-eyed, girl as a simple passerby...would be a rather fatal attraction. Beneath that awe-inspiring smile, luscious red tresses, and seemingly aloof nature, lain a predator that few would consider tangling with on purpose. Vampires were by no means subtle in nature. Most were devastatingly beautiful, and some, just downright devastating. But Trina was a rather reclusive vampiress, choosing to use her skills for good as opposed to harm. Weaving in and out of the underbrush and weeds, the woman glided towards a plant with white petals, and a thin stalk. Trailing her pale, slender fingers over the tendril, she speaks with the melodious tone of angels, "Mmmm, you're not ready yet. I suppose I'll just have to learn patience if I am ever to become a worthy healer." With a short sigh that sounded rather girlish, and thinning patience, the woman scoops herself off the ground to wander in search of more herbs. Her stock had been mostly depleted from helping those she stumbled across in her journeys; mainly peasants trusting enough to come close to her. For most considered her radiance unnatural. But she was merely a young woman with her lifespan frozen for eternity, due to a careless mistake.
Every now and again, the young woman would stoop and pluck a few plants from the ground. Most would say they were weeds, but she knew better. Many remedies came from common plants found as pests of the garden. It was a shame few people could grasp this resourceful knowledge... But something causes Trina to jolt, and halt in her tracks. The bushel she was carrying on her forearm jostled to the side from the abrupt movement, causing some of her plants to drop to the forest floor. There was more out here than just meager wildlife. Taking a breath in, picking out each earthen scent, the green-eyed woman narrowed her orbs to scan the horizon in front of her, for there was much bigger game afoot; a wolf. "Oh what trickery be this? I thought the wolves were driven to extinction, I suppose I'd better investigate, " the woman mumbles to herself in a worrisome tone, while moving to secure her precious cargo behind a tree. Wolves in the kingdom was a very rare, and dangerous event. Though the canine breed was tolerated, many felt uneasy sharing space with their volatile kind. But the vampires of old had one wolven companion, but he was long since turned to dust due to age. Following her nose like this wolf was likely doing, the vampiress was secretly scolding herself inside her own head. Why was she following such a creature? They were mortal enemies after all! The many stories of wars between vampires and the guardians of daylight was practically flowing through their veins.
Never did a day go by, as a bitten vampire, did Trina never hear her maker warn her of the sleek ones clothed in fur. He'd even shown her scars from a close encounter... It was probably due to that memory, that she was now hunting this wolf alone. But she lacked experience as a warrior... What would she do once she caught up? How would she defend herself, much less, stave off such a beast? Huffing in silent frustration, the healer comes across a fresh paw print in the dampened earth, and the size of it made her quiver. This was no ordinary wolf... But she wouldn't flee now, she hadn't the heart to! What would the royal court members think of her? Foolish, that's what. Pressing onward, the woman was suddenly growing more and more aware of why she'd wanted to leave her cloak behind; for it was nearly getting stepped on with every movement she made. Cursing under her breath, she moves ungracefully to remove the garment, but as her luck would have it, she hadn't minded her steps. Instead of remaining down wind, Trina had come a few yards from the creature. Finally, after untying the thread that held it together, the woman tosses the useless cloth to the ground, huffing in a childlike manner, but what she comes to see when she looks up, is the amber eyes of the very beast she was trying to be wary of. "Oh no, " she gasps softly, her orbs letting register unspoken bewilderment run rampant on her porcelain face. Clutching her hands at her sides, briefly against brushing the silk of her black corset-style dress, the Blackheart woman backs up slowly against a tree, eying the massive wolf she'd come across by mere happenstance.
The Wolf's adept hunting skills and immense patience was rewarded when his nose lead him directly to the creature the scent belonged to. He came to a halt when he learned the prey's position, silently standing he saw her in the distance not very far from him. Several meters away stood a beautiful doe grazing the forest floor, picking up grass or weeds to consume. Sasha examined the other animal with great interest by allowing his radiant gaze to visually investigate the deer's condition. There was nothing about the animal to suggest it was ill or malnourished in any way, in fact she looked perfectly healthy. It would be an even greater delight if the doe was filled with life, then Sasha will be allowed a great feast and be satisfied for the remainder of the evening. He hoped she provided him an extra meal as the Wolf began to inch closer to the prey. If luck provided him an opportunity to scare the doe into running, Sasha would have an easy time chasing her down. While she was distracted by food allowed the Wolf the chance he needed to make a move. Starting at a trot Sasha went forward and headed straight in the animal's direction without a care if the doe heard the Wolf's approach.
Sasha ate up the space between himself and the deer by taking big strides that brought him ever closer to his prey. Panting with mouth open and drooling in anticipation he was confident about catching his prize as he neared her. He was right upon her from behind, but something at the last second captured her attention and it wasn't Sasha. The doe had her head up with ears perked and eyes on the alert before Sasha cleared the final stretch. Whatever thing that spooked the animal gave it enough reaction time to sense the Wolf. She didn't have to see him, the doe raised her back side and threw out her legs at Sasha, sending two hooves into his chest and ribs. The impact stole the wind straight from the Wolf that had him dropping to the floor like a rag doll. Instinct told Sasha to get back on his feet and chase the doe, the urge to hunt was still fresh, the adrenaline racing through the male's veins. Unfortunately Sasha's body didn't feel like obliging his wishes at this very instance, rendering him to the ground for a few moments. And that is what lend him a glance to the cause of his misery.
Before him a female of the two legs happened to be right in front of him staring at him with bright emerald eyes the color of summer leaves. It was a lovely gaze he didn't favor at that point for he discovered the reason behind his downfall, quite literally. A low rumbling growl bloomed inside his chest that crept out from his muzzle, the deep heavy vibration related to the sound of thunger was being produced by the Wolf. No one had to be a lupine to regconize the forboding melody to understand the situation had just turned serious for the woman. Sasha rose and the fur began to shed from his body, the bones contorted to odd positions until at last he regained a humanoid form. "You scared her away." His voice wasn't entirely normal as if he just woke from a sleep, almost groggy. As she stepped back Sasha got all the more closer forcing her on to the tree with leaving little to no space between him and her. In a quick flash the Wolf had one hand around her throat, his long fingers curled around the delicate column of her neck in a sublte but threatening hold. "You shouldn't have done that."
This wasn't the position that Trina had envisioned herself in at first, and now that she was in it, there was no turning back... The whole situation seemed to move in slow motion, and from the view of an outsider. The wolf was drawing upon his prey, his magnificent grace made her awestruck. The prey was no less than it's predator. It was like a dance between them, when she stepped, so did the canine. And it was a wonder the doe hadn't sensed him prior, though he moved with stealth and agility, the wolf was more massive than she anticipated from the start. However, his pelt was blended in so well with his surroundings, even the vampiress would have fallen victim to his jaws. But her startling the doe started a nauseating turn of events, much like a chemical reaction gone wrong; akin to an explosion. Watching the prey rear, and send the canine to the ground, caused Trina's breath to escape her throat. The force of the kick alone seemed to reverberate through the wooded area, causing even her to flinch. But his pain had more effect on her flittering nerves, for now, she was face to face with a hungry creature; her lack of poise causing his dinner an escape. "Oh this is quite bad, " the red-head murmurs to herself, her green eyes searched for an escape route, but that effort was in vain. Any attempts to flee would have resulted in being bitten, not that she couldn't heal herself. It was merely the thought alone...
Sucking in a nervous breath, the woman's keen ears pick up the sound of a god awful growl. A growl that made her quiver even more, her body tremors more and more as the creature takes up stepping in her direction. Would he turn his anger on her? Well, he had every right to. Chewing her lower lip, Trina blinks as he suddenly takes flesh form, but she didn't have much time to analyze him...for his hand was wrapped around her throat in an instant. Fear rolled off her in waves, and with his sharp nose, he would be able to sense this. Gulping as he spoke, the timid healer tried calling up her non-existent courage, "It-it was an honest mistake. I am very sorry, but your kind isn't spotted often in our lands. And I, " she looks to the ground, struggling to form words in a proper apology, "I just wanted to make sure you weren't up to mischief." With dark red cheeks, the female writhes in his grip a little, her emerald eyes locking onto his, "And will have you know that if you harm me, you'll be in dire trouble. Besides, I'm not looking to further bloodshed between our species, there has been enough already, " Trina says in a stronger voice, her courage and wit suddenly rose from within, "So do your worst, wolf. But at least give me the decency to defend myself." And with that, her orbs turned red with anger, as fiery red as her silken tresses that covered her cheeks. Would he strike her? It wouldn't have been the first time... However, this was different.
This would have been a fight for survival, had it taken the route. But something told the vampiress that all this male wanted to do, was get his point across, and this she understood well enough. It wasn't every day that a being like herself scared off food. Sighing in an exasperated fashion, after giving it a long hard thought, the Blackheart woman wondered if she could sway this being with dinner of his choosing. It's not like she couldn't hunt, as she wasn't without her own resources. But it would look a mite petty to sway a wolf with a given hunt. After all, that was part of the fun of it all. Looking at it from his perspective any way. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, she speaks again in a more even tone, "Is there any way I can repay you for this little mishap? For it truly was an unfortunate accident, " she concludes softly, darting her gaze to the forest floor below. His eyes were so intense, that if she looked into them any more, she may have fainted. There was such a captivating fierceness about them that made her shiver under the weight of his grasp.
Anger wasn't enough to cover the irritation Sasha is experiencing, the emotion engulfed the Wolf in a searing blaze of rage. There was nothing worse than a fuming canine who is also hungry, combine those two together results in the current male. For appearance a man stood however the Wolf was still visible, it was evident in the amber gaze he carried, those glowing pair of spheres stared at the woman. Hunger and rage sparkled brightly in Sasha's eyes. Although the prey had escaped his advances Sasha had a new possession in his grasp, better to have something than nothing at all. The instinctual hunting mode remained undeterred by the recent incident for it lead him to a substitute, the replacement gained his predatory attention. He immediately sensed the woman's nerves shatter beneath his presence the moment Sasha stepped before her. Like a flower in winter, she wilted at the Wolf's frightening sight. The response he received only heightened the males senses, the delicious taste of her unease burned him further. Stirred the animal inside Sasha .
The quivering tone in her voice made her uncomfortable state more obvious by the way she formed her pathetic apology. She didn't have to say anything for Sasha to recognize fear, it was proven a fact courtesy of the female's pulse. The quick succession beat repeatedly against the hand circled around her throat, the small tendon moving in a rapid pace. Sasha was tempted to graze his thumb along her skin, he wanted to feel it being crushed within grip. The male's brow rose after he statement. "Givng out threats is not the intelligent thing to do." He said slowly using the same inhuman voice, the rough sounds were awkward escaping through a human mouth. "Not in the situation you are in right now." Frightened she may be but throwing him a warning isn't something he expected from the person he had his claws on. But Sasha at the time wasn't entirely aware the delicate relationship between their two species, nor did he realize the dangers should that precious association be violated. Living in the far north, the Taiga didn't have many visitors traveling outside the Rus border, humans were rare and even vampires became non-existent. Unfortunately, the Wolf was more oblivious about the world outside his home than he'd like to think.
He didn't know anything about the constant upset between their kind, nonetheless when her eyes lid up Sasha was ready to take any punches. The golden honey of his gaze directed themselves to meet with the woman's garment spheres. Watching her features change in a serious study while she continued to speak. The female's flustered condition excited the Wolf, he watched as the member of the opposite sex became upset. Anticipation for what the woman would do began to wane, Sasha was willing to allow her the 'decency' she requested. "You speak as though my food running off was preordained." He continued to give her the full weight of his gaze, the hint of a wicked smirk raised one corner of his mouth. "And fate has replaced you in it's stead." Sasha has had his share of tasting human flesh in the past, most were foolish poachers seeking to strip the fur from wolves. The comparison of homo sapiens against red deer or bear was a vast difference in terms of meat proportion. Looking at the woman Sasha assumed there was little to no meat on her for him to consume, at least not the appropriate amount to nourish him. There wasn't going to be any satisfaction for his hunger if the Wolf were to devour the woman because it would be like chewing on toothpicks.
"Hmm." The same thunderous growl emerged, however this sound escaped as a low purring. "You shouldn't offer anything you're not willing to give up." Sasha closed whatever short distrance there was seperating them, skin touching the front of the woman's garments. His decision to relax the building tension in his being wasn't a smart choise to make as pain erupt through his torso. A vulgar curse was released when the Wolf felt the effects of getting kicked by the deer roared to life. The immense throb blanketed his chest down to the right side of his upper half, causing Sasha to buckle forward. Unfortunately the woman had become a pillow between the Wolf and the tree, something of a soft cushion to rest upon. Having already towered over the woman he just about crushed her death had he not kept his footing. Buck naked and covered in earthen debris, Sasha had little for concern about his lack in clothing or modesty.
In the moments that had led up to their meeting, the vampiress never anticipated this, for if she had, she would have at least slipped a hidden blade in her boot. It surely would have came in handy, especially now, more than ever before. Oh how her queen would scorn, if she found out about her carelessness... Growing ever aware of the rising tension between them, Trina's eyes danced over the being that held her captive; giving him some modesty since he was fully nude. Though he deserved little at the current moment... His bright, amber eyes were unlike any she had ever encountered before. Even fairy-tales had no weight to lend to the intrigue of the wolves, they were more splendid than they were painted. It was strange, how she could think of nothing but his prior grace, and now, his attractiveness? Never-minding her dilemma at current, her green eyes danced over his well-defined, upper torso, taking in how magnificently the shadows added depth to every miniscule detail of his body. Tilting her head a little, well, as much as the brute's massive hand would allow, with her red tresses sweeping over his strong grip, the Blackheart woman noticed his poise and stance. The wolves had no fear, most of them any way. It was admirable, for a moment. It died quickly, when the male spoke roughly, causing her to end her roaming study, flicking her eyes back onto his. The glow seemed to become more intense as his anger blossomed further, but she held onto her courage for the time being.
If it was one thing the vampiress could count on, it was her wit, and speed. Even if she wasn't the strongest creature of the night, she'd never failed to save her own hind-end a few times from worse. Gathering what was left of her faltering concentration, the porcelain-skinned woman takes a breath and begins to think things through; and how to escape efficiently. Though her back was pressed into the rough bark, the female judges how much leverage she could use to at least knock the savage away; it would take an immense amount at this rate. But the idea was whisked away as he seemed to grow suddenly excited of her aggression. It was no surprise. Recalling prior readings, the lupine thrived on overthrowing their challengers, especially ones they assumed to be lesser. The promise of a fight would only spur him further in his course for redemption. If she hadn't been turned by a vampire, people would have mistaken her for one of their kind. "It could have been preordained, if you believe such things." Trina snips back, her elongated fangs appeared from under her lips now, "And I'm not quite popular with the mistress we call Fate. I tend to avoid her clutches as best I can, " a hint of a giggle rings from her full lips, her eyebrow arched playfully, as she seemed to go from worried to mischievous. Although her eyes remained their garnet color, Trina's qualms to fight began to diminish. Something seemed to cause the male great discomfort, and she was suddenly aware of his weight pushing down upon her body. "Oh my!"
Holding him up with her inhuman strength, the red-head grunts, squinting from under his body she begins to shout commands, "Before you make a fool of yourself, and flatten me, rock back on your heels, and move to a seated position, slowly." A grumble leaves her lips as her hands tenderly wound themselves around his sides, anchoring him from swaying carelessly. But as she finally got him to more comfortable position of not crushing her, and settled on the ground below, the female noticed just how incredibly warm, and flushed his skin was. It was like touching fire... However, there was no time to concentrate on that, for there was a patient to attend Her trained eyes flitter about to look for the source of injury that plagued him, and it didn't take long. Furrowing her brows in vivid concern, her fingertips trail, as light as a feather, over a rather blacked portion of his toned chest. Diagnosis without further prodding the injury, was either broken, or fractured ribs; either of which would make breathing labored and painful. Thankfully he would heal quickly, but for now, the vampiress would have to get him on the right track to mending. Now would have been a good time for introductions...if only she could wrap her head about helping him properly. She'd never fixed up a wolf before, but it wouldn't have been too hard considering he was in a more familiar form.
"I'm Trina Blackheart, a healer more importantly, " she said softly while her fingertips checked for other signs of injury, her glittering, green eyes seemed focused on his form rather intently, but her mind continues prodding her to remember the fact that he was naked, "If you so much as look at me in an aggressive manner, I will immobilize you, and then leave you where you fall, understood?" Picking her head up, brushing stray red pieces of hair from her pale face, Trina murmurs something under her breath in an amused fashion. They had just been talking about fate, and it seemed a rather preordained situation now. "Also, if you even think about doing anything stupid, forget it. I may not be as strong as you, but hitting you here, " she lightly presses the swollen area for good measure, "Will cause you to drop like a sack of potatoes. So please comply, and let me get about to setting us both on our own ways, " she rolls her eyes, "Since you seem so hell-bent on eating me." Though she seemed annoyed, her tone was light-hearted. "Oh, get comfortable, this will feel worse before it feels better..."
The andrenaline from the hunt once powering the Wolf began gradually descending out his system. The zeal he previously posessed no longer fueled his predatory side caused him to faulter in stance. Due to his lacking movements Sasha's momentum was replaced with the effects created by the Wolf's past chase. Side blinded from the doe knocked him off his rocker was damn well something the Wolf had not seen coming nor the results the incident produced. Don't doubt Sasha hasn't gotten his share of old experiences with injuries, most of which were courtesy from another animal. He's been slashed open by bears and his own kind, hell the guy is already missing a part of an ear. This new additional damage will join Sasha's existent collection of wounds, coloring the Wolf's anatomy in more hostile decorations. The injury admiration was always second in compare to the pain surfacing, inflaming the impaired areas.
Any injury through time are different by appearances and sometimes so are the locations on which damage has been done. However what least mutates is the pain, for every wound he obtained over the years the burning sensation not once changed. It either increase or minimizes according to the occurance of incidence. Right now the irksome feeling throbed the Wolf's entire right side from pectoral and reaching down to his ribs, one wave after the other stabbed his torso with a million daggers. Just breathing sent a lightening bolt through Sasha's being, the actions of exhaling or inhaling hurt like hell. He grimaced with lips pulled back and pearly white fangs clenched together. Sasha concentrated on his breathing by regulating the amount of air he consumed or released, slowly taking in with slow deep inhales. It was a bothersome ordeal to take on but it effectly lessened the ache at his side, if slightly.
In the transition from hype to pain he nearly lost the remembrance there was an actual person beneath him until he heard her speak. "Don't move." He returned in a grave voice against the bend of her ear. "Let me lean on your for a bit." If she kept quiet with little motion Sasha could rest and possibly bear the pain for a few minutes to recooperate. The pillow Sasha used against the tree was a comfortable cushion he fully took advantage to rest his weight on. It didn't bother the Wolf whether he crushed her on the solid post what the woman merely had to do is remain still and allow him moment for recover. He groaned in protest when she began to squirm, the last thing Sasha wanted is more movement. The physical actions the woman guided him through tested Sasha's will to withstand the pain as he shifted to a new position. He plopped to the ground none too gracefully, dropping down in a manner which sent aches shooting up his right side. If it wasn't for the woman's handling the Wolf would have crumbled on his side from the overwhelming sensations.
Her steady hands were both a blessing and curse, Sasha enjoyed having a females hands on him. What the Wolf liked most is the cerntainty in the gliding movements her fingers made across his skin. The assertive but tender demeanor she carried along the expanse of Sasha's anatomy brought a more fervid ache. If he weren't in a damage condition he'd have a better toleralance to those wandering limbs, however where they went brought him annoyance. "A healer?" Sasha felt like laughing at the irony their situation produced, what were the chances of this. "You being the cause for the pain I am in makes me all the more concerned." How funny the person who brought about the Wolf's demise in the first place can also mend it. Sasha didn't know if he is willing to allow the woman the opportunity for repairing the injury. probably a broken rib or three. How could the Wolf trust her not to due worse? An audible hiss escaped the Wolf's lips when her fingers pressed none too gently along the infalmed area. He sent a warning glare in the woman's direction. "You wouldn't be much of a healer if all you do is injure your patients, now would you Trina?"
Angelica stared at him as Baruchas asked her what she ate.She smiled softly at him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Well I`m not a full angel and have vampire blood in me so I do need some amount of blood regularly.I`m not picky with what kind of blood I drink and I never kill anyone while feeding.In fact I never drink from the strangers.I had my own donors when I lived with my father and grandparents at my hometown but no more.I don`t mind it because this place full of vampires so I don`t have any trouble with getting blood.But..I since I`m 70% angel I can eat human food as well.Though I don`t need much to eat to feel fool either."
She said honestly to him as she caressed his cheek softly.She knew him just for a few weeks or was months? But she felt that she knew for him months.She sighed softly and rested her head over his chest.It just lasted for a moment before she looked back at him and then feelings were taking over here.They began to kiss and the deeper kiss was getting the more breathless she felt.She maybe was more angel than a vampire but her vampire side was strong and so her passion for Baruchas was strong.She wanted to be his over and over again even though she told him before that they had to hold on and take their time but in time like this her self conscious was fading away and her desire and lust was taking over.She was losing control.She pressed her body against his tightly and bit his lower lip lightly as their tongues danced with each other...and that was when she heard Cain`s voice calling for her.His voice was like cold shower upon her.She froze for a moment and then slowly broke the kiss.She had guilty look over her face and blushed deeply. "My father just called me...us.He and Lilith waiting for us at the formal tea room so we gotta go now..."
she said softly to him trying to catch her breath and then she gave him a quick kiss and pulled herself up.She smiled almost shyly at him as she moved and slipped out the bed.She moved to the mirror and sighed softly. "I gotta change my dress..."
She said and her eyes glowed as her other dress have been replaced by another one.It was a light blue silk dress with sweetheart cleavage and the skirts were long enough to touch the floor.She span around and looked at Baruchas.Her silver hair fell down to her waist and her skin seemed to lit with the light from within. "I`m ready when you are.."
She murmured softly to him.
Baruchas caressed her back as Angelica told him more about what she could it or liked to eat. It made him smile and chuckle softly as she finished, yet he continued to caress her back.
I am part angel and part demon. I can eat and drink pretty much anything. But I am sure I can make sure you have anything you need, my sweet.
He smiled before their lips began to touch. He let his hands caress her back as he pulled her closer for his lips to ravage. He had agreed to give her time that she needed but her kiss told him differently. He couldnt help but want to rip her dress and kiss her senseless. He wanted bare her flesh to his gentle assault with his lips and caress. He wanted to make her cry in pleasure to the heavens under him as he made love to her. He kissed her and caressed her until he felt her stop and stiffen in his arms. He was about to ask her what was wrong when she finally spoke of someone calling her. More importantly that it was her father calling her. He smiled as she kissed him and moved away, talking of changing her dress. He nodded and stood from the bed.
Guess I should change as well then.
He smiled as he left his fire engulf him, not leaving a mark any where in the room. As the flames died away, he appeared with his same jeweled belt and red sash on. He was wearing a white shirt with four buttons undone and black pants. He wore black boots with his pants tucked in them. He looked devilishly handsome in his outfit and had his long white hair bound behind his neck and his silver eyes looked at her as she spoke of being ready to go. He walked over to her and slipped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her close.
Then we shall go.
He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her gently before engulfing them in flames to head to the tea room for dinner.
Angelica`s breath was taken away from the kiss they both shared and it was hard to let go and stop..She didn`t want to but there were things they had to do.They would have time together later...so perhaps they could continue what they just had started.She blushed as such thought crossed her mind and then slowly moved away from Baruchas to change her dress.She glanced his way couple times as he changed his clothes as well and once again her breath was taken away.He was a very handsome man and it was really a gift that he was her soulmate and wanted to be with her and not anyone else..Though that reminded her of Dia and deep inside she wished that he didn`t have more women..Was that selfish to wish to have your man all for herself? She didn`t know the answer and hoped that Baruchas would never hurt her like that.She wanted to trust him with her life.
Small smile touched her lips as he walked over to her.She was breathless as he pulled her closer to him and for a single moment she wished they didn`t have to go and be alone for a little longer but she knew better than that.When her father called for her..she had to go without even questioning it.Besides this dinner was important.She lifted her heavy eyelashes to look at Baruchas in eye and smiled at him when he told her that they had to go.She frowned softly before his lips claimed her own as he kissed her gently.She couldn`t help but kiss him back..there was nothing better than feeling his lips against her own.
Elektra was stood somewhere near the middle of the forest practicing, not her most favorite form of weapon but with the bow in her hands and the arrows in the pack on her back she sighed heavily looking at the large tree in front of her covered with arrows but none near the center.
Out of all the weapons this was the only one she sucked at, her father had told her to practice till her fingers bleed and it might save her life one day but Elektra believed the only things that would ever save her from a untimely return with her parents was her charm and sword.
The black dress that clung to her body was uncomfortable but as usual she was always to dress as if she might by accident run into a prince or some higher form, Elektra loved her mother to pieces and even she agreed that Elektra should learn to fight in the most hard and uncomfortable things to wear, she never knew where she could be or what she would be doing if she was attacked or had to fight, it could come at any time.
Throwing down the bow Elektra has enough for the time being, she was meant to be here to learn about the world, to experience life, real life as most mortals would but she was stuck in a cocktail dress trying to hit the stupid tree.
Running her fingers though her hair gripping onto a clump she groaned to herself as she walked up to the tree and began to pull the arrows from it, most of them were broke from the force she shot them with but she needed a clear mind to hit the target is what she was always told and as those words rang in her mind she shook her head.
"No...what I needs a life..."
Whispering to herself Elektra moved back to her position and picked up the bow again, as she took stance Elekta looked down seeing the awkward shape of the dress she had chosen and groaned inwardly as she shook her head grabbing the dagger on the ground and began to slice though the material till a cluster of it fell to the ground.
"There much better.."
Kicking the useless material to the side Elektra brushed down the now knee high bushy looking skirt of her dress and let out a pleased sigh, turning to the tree again she took in a deep breath, pulled back the arrow and released.
It wasn't the center but it wasn't too far out she guessed.
Walking in the dark woods, Kei walked with his mind closed. Not wanting to hear the presence of anything he walked completley cut off to the world and its nature, untill a sharp pain in his shoulder brought him back to reality. Gaping a little shocked he looked down and saw a arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Seeing the blood fall over his dark cloak which hid him very well he was a bit surprised and then.... laughed lightly under his breath. it was after all his own fault for shutting his senses to the world. grabbing the arrow kei removed it in one swift movement and winced, Kei then removed his dark damaged cloak only to reveal himself in full, he had a tall musculer build wearing black slacks and a loosely fitting dark green shirt. Bringing the arrow to his lips he licked it clean, kei had no intention of giving anyone his blood without his permisson. As he raised his head his dark black curls fell back to reveal a very handsom face with emerald eyes and light green markings all over the outside of his face trailing down to what seemed to go on his neck then to his chest only to be cutoff by his shirt.
The vast woods of the kingdom were scarce of game, nary a fawn or a cottontail to savour the hunger in his stomach and dusk was settling in the sky. Patches of fading orange light coated the russet soils of the forest and the sweet songs of the birds fell into a hush as the day was nearing its end; and still he wandered. The nomad was of the four-legged kind, or three to be fair, a canine of sorts though not so meek as that of his mud-ridden brethren, foolish friend to man and grown soft-headed and senseless. The canine was a Baschian war hound, thick limbed and rippling with muscles though gaunt in the stomach where his ribs could be seen protruding against his skin. His fur was a dirty white, thick and coarse along the slope of his spine and contrasted by black patches along his muzzle and the rings that surround his pale amber eyes. He went by the name of Argus, spoke true in the English tongue as a warrior brave and bloodied in battle with thick heavy set features, hard narrowed eyes, a brow ceaseless in its frown and a face weathered and furrowed under his wrathful eyes and the loose hanging flesh of his muzzle. The days of his prime were gone but he was still thick of limb and sharp of claw.
“What curse lies in this woods that I shouldn’t even happen across a rat?” growled the hound unto himself as he plunged his steel-cast hand into a nearby stream before seeking to satiate his thirst at least. He’d lost his left paw when he’d been but a young male, strong and the alpha among the mongrels he’d called his pack. It had been replaced by a boy, his master at that, of no less than seventeen winters before he’d disappeared. Now Argus travelled alone.
Kiera had not been in the dark woods in a very long time, the thought made her a little bit sad, she used to adore coming here, she had such a connection with this forest and all the magic that it held. The forest would at times seem to speak to her, and she felt safe here even with all the dangers that lurked about, even though she knew that magic could turn dark in a moment's notice, there were so many variables within this forest that could spell disaster for any who would enter its dark grounds, and yet she loved it, this was one place she felt at home. Kiera moved through the woods with an elegant ease, one that spoke of years of experience, of training and grace. Her bare feet moved over the forest floor with a quick speed, and she felt the leaves against her skin, the dirt, the ground, she felt it all, the twigs that gently brushed against the skin on her shoulders, and the wind in her face. Kiera inhaled deeply, the smells that surrounded her were lovely, there was the fresh scent of dirt, grass, moss, and a lovely river not that far from where she was now. Then all of a sudden another scent trailed within her nostrils, and she stopped near immidiatly. The scent of...dog? This last scent puzzled her a little, dog was not something that was commonly found within the dark woods.
Kiera stood in the middle of a growth of tree's, her lovely long sunshine blonde hair trailing across her shoulders in a small breeze, caressing her pale snow white flesh softly. Her head turned in the direction of the smell, and she blinked, her eyelids covering those hypnotic deep sea blue eye's, the blue of her eye's literally swirled around her pupils as if some majestic defect of nature that was oh so beautiful. She slowly turned in the direction of the stream, in the direction of the dog scent and she took a step, she slowly began to walk towards the stream, coming closer and hearing the water babbling over the rocks. Kiera was very skeptical, she was uncertain and always untrusting.
Slowly Kiera came upon the stream and her eye's gazed down at a dog, truly it was a dog, and she heard it speak, something about a rat? She watched him for a moment, slowly leaning against a tree, her arms crossed beneath her breast as she gazed curiously at him, a slow smirk spreading across her lovely lips. How interesting, she thought to herself. Kiera stood there and watched still though, she knew he would smell her scent on the breeze, there was no need to approach him or scare him needlessly, she would respect his space for her. But she was very curious as to what he was doing. Perhaps hunting? Or perhaps taking a stroll in the woods. The succubus was not familiar with creatures that could shift into dogs and still speak in the human english dialect. Or simply magical dogs perhaps he was. Either way, she was rather curious about meeting him...
As Argus bent his neck and took a few laps from the fresh water of the stream, his left ear flew up before he sought to splash some water on his gaunt features with his steel-cast arm, which never strayed far from a sword that was slung over his back and strapped to his back in two places. “I could hear you woman, poppy and grace but with the same flat-footed paws that break every twig upon passing…” The hound’s words were slurred and baritone due to the nature of his hanging jaw and the loose flesh that hung from his yellowing teeth. If anything remotely humanoid, he sounded like someone’s elderly grandfather whose speech was becoming more indistinct along with the fragility of his age. With a grunt, the amber-eyed canine righted himself with his steel arm as his right leg began to sag under the weight of his robust form. Water dribbled from his muzzle which he lapped up to the best of his ability before letting it drip on the grass below and with a wheezy yawn, the hound sat on his haunches before glancing at the female. “Do I amuse you?” he snorted before bringing up a hind paw to scratch an old wound behind his ear. Scars of varying sizes dotted his flesh along with week-old wounds that were matted with dry blood and yellowing his dirty white fur. The alpha was anything but a pretty sight to behold and his features were old and spotted with moulting fur and patches of grey hair.
She watched as he drank from the stream, the water was crisp and fresh, it smelled lovely. She caught a glimpse of his steel-cast arm, which was rather intriguing to say the least, but she assumed was a casualty of some sort, things of this nature happened often. But the sword slung on his back gave the impression of a warrior, most others did not carry such items with them in that manner, and a slow smirk spread across her lovely lips. When he spoke she was very amused, he was gruff and rough around the edges, the dog seemed as an old man, and it would also seem he was either teasing her or mocking her. His words were slurred but not impossible to understand, she was not really certain what to make of him, of his personality. He did not seem to be overly aggressive, which would hopefully make this encounter more agreeable for the both of them, unless fighting her was something he would enjoy doing, then they would cross that bridge when they came to it.
When he asked if he amused her, she cocked her head to the side a little, like a child that was curious and a bit confused all at once. She soon stood up straight, moving from against the tree, she took gentle footsteps closer to him, there was no thread in her walk, or her stance, or her movements, simply a woman walking up to a man. Kiera was adorned in a pair of black leather pants, they fit tight to her body for increased movement, they were a bit flexible and easy to move in, she favored them in the woods. her top was a loose fitting tunic, covered by a corset, it did not show as much skin as she was accustom to, but it was very comfortable none the less. Kiera was now merely two feet from the male. Her deep swirling sea blue eye's gazed into his own for a moment before she spoke Amusement is not the proper term for what I feel when I gaze upon you. Curiosity perhaps, I have never met one of your kind in my long life, and your gruff personality does not seem to be all that inviting She teased him a little bit. As a succubus her voice was filled with allure and seduction, although it was not something that she had any direct control over, she had pulled back when speaking to the male, reigning her powers in as she did with most when she spoke to them. Her voice was lovely and melodic, and sounded lovely to most. Who may you be? And what are you doing in these woods all alone? She asked him curiously. Although she was also all alone, that seemed normal for her. And it was not common for her to see others here alone. She had no doubt the male could take care of himself in most situations, but it was a curious thing none the less
As the female continued to hold his gaze the amber-eyed war hound ‘harumphed’ similarly to a bitter old man that was wanton but denied his aspiration. She seemed fair-faced mused Argus unto himself as he studied her features but her skin was ageless in consistency with her kin, a member of the vampyric inquisition and she had the scent of one as well though usually they were flecked with blood when they were out prowling the woods. The great canine tried to avoid them more often than nought for most were trouble and a rarely lacking in malicious intent. The latter was of course untrue, seeing as most individuals of vampyric bloodline partook of an easy life in the aristocracy but the hound was naturally suspicious of any affable company. It wasn’t often one chanced upon an intelligent sentient being that hadn’t been seen within the borders of the kingdom before and no doubt a hound capable of speech would be worth an arm and a leg for a member of the commodity.
The manner in which the female cocked her head, nonplussed in a given sense wasn’t helping the warrior’s temperament either but as the saying went, he was more prone to barking than biting if needs arised. She was nought but a woman after all, even if she were of the two-legged kind and dressed strangely in her sharp-scented malleable clothes. Women like this were sought after he’d learnt upon his infrequent visits to human settlements but for what reason he couldn’t guess. ‘Give me a tough bitch with a strong back and pup-bearing hips’ he rumbled in thought before narrowing his amber gaze as she approached until she was nought but two paces away, causing the hackles on his fur to rise ever so slightly. “Curiosity’s a dangerous thing” he grunted, caught off guard for the space of a second at the clear crystal tone of her voice “but somme tell’s meh you’re used to it.” The amber-eyed hound stretched up to her mid-driff while on all fours and raring up on his hind legs he would have been two feet taller and possibly twice as heavy if he were nourished but he was still reproachful nevertheless. It never hurt to be wary of the blood hunters. “The name’s Argus and I walk where I’m pleased tae piss. Woods are a good place for that. Who are you…?”
As Kiera gazed into the dogs eye's, she realized that they were a lovely amber color, it reminded her of warm sap flowing from a tree trunk, and it was a sort of comforting color, but those eye's held years of experience and probably more than their fair share of pain. This man was not a young pup, but he was very proud. She watched as he studied her features, she made no movement, she simply stood there and allowed him to.
When the male narrowed his eye's at her, as she approached a small smirk graced her lips, the male certainly was untrusting and although she was accustom to men wanting her in close proximity to them, she figured the same would not apply to this male, that her kind, what she was, would have little to no effect on him, intentional or unintentional. As the thought crossed her mind, she began to wonder what that would be like, and it did not bother her so, although Kiera did love attention, it could be all to exhausting. She watched the fur on his body rise a little, as if he were considering her a thread, his words made her smirk in a playful manner though. She moved her hands behind her back slowly, and held her hands there, much like a playful girl, a sparkle of humour, but also an intelligence, that only comes with age glimmered through those swirling eye's All that is gained, is sparked by curiosity my friend, the danger comes with not knowing when to hold back She whispered in a gentle and soft melodic tone, but although it was a whisper, it easily reached his ears. It was not a warning or a threat, but a statement, as if she had learned that lesson a few times over from experience.
When he introduced himself, she nodded her head in respect and greeting, although his introduction was a little curt, it made a small laugh leave her lips. She then stood up fully and placed a hand upon her hip My name is Kiera, it is a pleasure to meet you Argus She said in a gentle happy tone And I suppose you would be correct, the woods are a good a place as any for that. she replied in a semi - thoughtful tone. The woods is certainly something else, but it would seem, as I am certain you have found that there is a distinct lake of game here, and it is a curious thing, no? She replied with a curious smile. It was strange, normally the woods was full of creatures but as she stood there, now in silence, only the sound of the small babbling brooke before them could be heard, not an animal in earshot....
With no shortage of hesitation, the great beast of a canine relaxed the muscles in his shoulders before forcing himself to lean back on his haunches. There wasn’t any danger to be found from her in this moment of time but he was forever wary as the scars criss-crossing his fur spoke plainly. Now that the female was within a close proximity a few negligible details that could have been overlooked from a distance came to light. Although the male was still incredibly large, the signs of starvation could be witness in the hallowed flesh of his cheeks and the protruding bone of his shrunken sleep deprived irises. The ear on his left side had a gaping hole in its centre with a narrow line of grazed fur on the corresponding side of his skeletal ribs where the shaft of an arrow had broken the skin; while his right front paw was bent at an awkward angle and from the way in which he held himself it was clear he was trying to keep the weight off it. Being a kangal hound of such a large immensity his life was far from in danger so long as he kept near the riverside but hunting had been a difficulty with a sprained limb. “Ish that so..” grunted Argus as he stared at the blue-eyed female, his coarse tone marking it as more of an assertion than a query “Many ohh that sort in this stretch ohh the forest then.”
“You’re one ohh those blooders then..?” he asked as he raised his paw to lick at a damp patch of fur that smelled of the same copper tang that was spattered over his hide. Her laughter was strange, soft and it chimed like a series of small bells ringing in harmony, giving off the impression that she was harmless but the calloused beast knew better than the flat-footed males of the human variety. “And yeh could say that; been trekking by the riverside for the last day and seen nary a thing but the birds” rumbled the male as he arched his back with an audible pop that resounded throughout the eerily quiet woodlands “Figured eth was a wolf pack or sommae but I haven’t heard any howli-” Without a word of warning, the hound paused slurring midsentence before the hackles on his back rose suddenly and he was on all fours. While they’d been talking the birds had stopped chirping and the wind had stilled to the point it was barely a whisper; even the water by the riverside seemed to have fallen into an unnatural silence. Glancing in every direction with his steel-cast hand clutching the hilt of his sheathed sword, the hound’s eyes narrowed suspiciously before settling back on the woman. The look he gave her was grim before he chanced another look around the forest with his muzzle pulled back into a feral snarl. As his lips formed words, nary a sound came out before a shrill inhuman wailing could be heard off in the distance. The hound wasn’t capable of telepathy as was common amongst the members of the vampyric inquisition but his thoughts were wholly organised as he brandished his pale sword in the face of the silence. He was suspicious of the blooder known as Kiera, considering the possibility that she was responsible for their condition but he was also weighing the detail of the third entity that he could sense pacing around them. ‘Show yourself…’ his mind seemed to roar savagely albeit with a remarkable amount of self-control.