Care For A Swim {HellFire}

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Large though crafted paws followed the River out of Gereus, and toward the lands of Differus. Spring seemed to be a time when this female did her best to find solitude when she could stand it, due to the manner in which males behaved though they were entertaining to toy with. It was late in the day, evening was setting over the lands while the skies burst into an explosion of colors. The temperatures were still warm at this hour, and soon those delicate paws were met by very moist soil. The marsh had called to her on this approaching night, a few devilish thoughts floating through her mind. Sleep had once again left her life, rarely getting an hour to slumber this female was certainly feeling a bit wild and anxious for something to amuse her. Whatever being crossed her tonight better be prepared for what is in store. Sea green eyes gazed at the scenery of Differus, the many lakes were unusual so close together and yet with the sunset refracting off the surface it was memorizing in it's own way. Nostrils drug oxygen deep within the gypsy, then her tongue escaped from her jaws and scented the Spring breeze. Noting the numerous aromas that filled this marshy land, though none that grasped her attention just yet. Banshee was patient and would wait for many hours until the right 'toy' wandered along, or maybe the opposing creature would wander to her first. As the evening continued to grow older, the shadows were taking over the Earth. Slowly the sun fell behind the horizon, lost for the nocturnal hours to greet the inhabitants tomorrow. The moon rose into the night sky, it's pale spotlight illuminating the Earth below. It also caught the buttermilk coat that was exquisite in this lighting, her primitive lucid black markings seem to fade into the shadows along with her stockings. The surreal deep sea green eyes seem to glow in the soft light, listening closely to the sounds of others. Her own steps were a tad slushy though were almost spooky as to how silent they were in comparison to a normal wolf, she was become quite skilled in the art of surprise and assassinating. Banshee was usually not one to get surprised or spooked easily, she was very aware of her surroundings not allowing herself to be caught off guard. Grinning sadistically she awaited the aroma or the arrival of another, so that this night could be worth something.

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[Hellfire]

The handsome brute didn't know exactly why he arrived in these marshes, he only knew that he was looking to feed his crazed appetite. No, he was not hungry for meat, but instead savored the feeling of blood soaking his muzzle up to the eyes. Just the thought in it's self gave the stud goose bumps. A saditstic grin played his features into a demonic grin. His intelligent gold eyes swept the marshes to and fro as he searched for a victim. He arrived like a thief in the night, his foot falls comparable to those of a ghost. Nonexistent. He looked like one of the fallen angels' themselves. An ashen coat clad his muscular frame, and shield him from the frigid wind. Just behind both shoulder blades, two bat-like wings protruded. They were tucked in close to keep them from being snagged on brambles, or branches. Three red stripes traveled the length of his body, each one starting at the base of his muzzle. The middle stripe rode down the middle of his body, and traveled the length of his spine. The other two stripes separated, and traveled down different sides of his body. He was surely a sight to see, but not one you'd want against you. He was asexual, as in, he didn't tend to look at females. In fact, he had no interest in them sexually. And to be honest, he didn't know why a female would be even remotely attracted to him.

He was dark. He thrived in chaos, and wore an insane smirk on his face most of the time. He had no sensual features other than his looks. The atmosphere that surrounded him was always chilled. He was a cold, calculating brute who had no interests in being chained down. He had tried only twice to settle down, and both females shattered his heart. Furiously, he shook the past from his thoughts, and focused once more on blending in with the shadows. That's when he saw her. The white femme with sea green eyes. For a moment, the hair on his back stood in a tense ridge. However, going another night filled of boredom didn't appeal to him either. So he slowly stalked closer, each column carrying him lithely and silently. His robust lyrics floated easily on the soft current as he spoke. Why does the big, bad wolf hide in the woods? He mused, his form still unseen, but his voice clearly audible. It was only a few moments before he became visible. The shadows seemed to dissipate from him. He looked like a winged beast from he'll, and he could very well be one. A slight mist swirled about his form, and certainly did not help give him an edge of innocence.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] The thick cologne filled her nasal cavity, and basically took over all other scents that her forked tongue could detect. Ears swiveled on top of her defined skull, listening for the paws of this male. His scent was very distinct and strong, it was odd indeed but Banshee could not help but wonder what could this wolf could look like. Banshee did not make any movement, though her muscles and posture were relaxed and yet alluring. She did not fear the beast coming, but was more intrigued to meet the creature. Grinning wickedly then sound of a very masculine voice spoke, deep in tune Banshee listened closely. She could not help but become amused with his question, "Do not be frightened, I will bite hard." A wink was sent in this males direction, as a deadly smirk lay across her lips. Banshee's sea green eyes fell upon the massive framework, the darkened coat and the flesh like wings were quite demonic in presentation. It was a fascinating look, and Banshee was pleased to see a male who stood quite a ways taller than she even with her long legs. The buttermilk coat was divine underneath the pale spotlight, the lucid black primitive markings that contrasted her coat were exotic and hypnotizing. Banshee watched as the mist of the night swirled around his structured legs, and then the delicate female advanced toward the beast. Deleting quite a bit of distance between the two, her eyes analyzing his every physical attribute. He was very handsome but as always she never let this phase her, smirking wildly she spoke. "There you are.." The words were simply intoxicating.

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[Hellfire]

Her lyrics were intoxicating, but he merely shrugged them off. He would not be swayed by her lyrics. It was simply not a sensible thing to do. No, it was hr words in themselves that sent a shiver cascading down his spine. Biting hard? If she aimed to scare him away it wasn't going to work. The brute thrived on pain. Both causing, and receiving it. He didn't speak as he watched her sea green eyes, and flicked his gaze to her bodice. His gaze slid over her curves, and build, but he wasn't checking her out sexually. He was sizing her up, and deciding just what type of foe she would be if she chose to attack. She would be a good equal, but he doubted she would prevail in the end. He might be torn to shreds, but nothing stopped him. When he had been merely a wolf without wings he had the joy of falling off a waterfall, and crashed into the water. Despite that injury, he still went to war the next day, and killed his opponent, and injured his partner. Even when fighting to wolves at once he could not be defeated. Blood had pooled from open wounds on his neck, and face but he had stood tall. He was a formidable foe. That insane smirk twisted his handsome mug into a demonic smirk, and robust lyrics fell from his tongue. I don't suggest you do that unless you aim to bring pleasure along with it.

The smirk faded as she approached him, and the intoxicating lyrics filled the empty space of air around them once more. Same as before, he blocked or a reaction, and focused on her approach. The want to pounce nearly consumed him, but he locked his muscles. He wasn't looking for a fight. Yet. A dry cackle escape his maw, then. A quick shake of his dome, and more lyrics. Oh, yes. Here I am. I suppose your going to run away screaming now, or...? He asked, arching a single brow at her. She might have closed the distance between them, but that didn't mean he'd back away from her. In fact, he moved toward her, his gold optics shining with mirth. He did not stop until they were nearly touching noses. He waited for her to speak.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Banshee was always never on one side of the fence or the other, meaning she was never offensive or defensive. Instead she was both, switching when she felt it deem necessary and to this day no creature has stopped her yet. A smirk crossed her features with her inner thoughts, allowing them to run ramped for some time until the beast cared to reply or make his own move. The lady could feel his eyes fall upon her, watching not only her movements but also the manner in which she displayed herself. It did not bother this gypsy at all, one could not blame her for knowing she is beautiful and using it to her advantage. Just as a male would with brute strength, one had to know their weaknesses as well as their strengths. Then a smile play upon the opposing lips, and deep vocals flowed from the males muzzle. The reply that came from his lips was almost to perfect, ah! Maybe she had run into another male who was somewhat worth her time and presence. Banshee was not one to think highly of many therefore if she did think this of you, be honored. The lady believed that most other wolves have lost their intelligence throughout the years, and now only a select few remain able to handle some form of wit. It was a shame really, though at times Banshee could not be more amused with lesser beings. "Pleasure and pain mix just as well as blood and poison." The tunes lifting from her voice box, the same spell casting tone filled the atmosphere. This male would be only the second that proved to be worth her while, thus far that is. Cadoc may be one of a kind, though this meeting will soon tell. Banshee has made the prior move, boldly approaching such a grand creature. When the cackle left his throat the female could not help but to allow her own haunting giggle to escape, then she listened for he had began to speak once again. "Why would I run from such enticing company as yourself?" Then the male drew closer, in fact much closer than she had done. Though not once did Banshee shift, flinch, or tense on the contrary she stood relaxed and completely at ease. The Goliath almost allowing their noses to touch, Banshee just pushed it a bit further. Stepping closer she slinked right underneath of his jaws and chin, and if he allowed it her side and hips would have pressed into his chest. As the female slowly turned to face him once more, allowing the same proximity to be held as before.

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[Hellfire]

No truer words had ever been spoken before, Hells mused. Pain and pleasure could mix together. He acknowledged her statement with a nod, and grinned as she didn't flinch back from him as he approached her. In fact, she moved her bodice under his ashen crown, and rubbed up against his chest. He could feel the blood pulsing in her jugular vein, and he nearly moaned from just that. However, he was in no position to allow anything to come of this. Red winked across his vision as his lusting for blood grew. As she rubbed her rear and hips against him he took a shuddering step away from her, and arched an eyebrow at her. He chuckled softly, and watched her intently. Woman, I don't think you know what tree your barking up at. I am very well a creature you should run away from. You do not know my cravings. His gold optics twinkled with mirth as he danced about her once more, his columns carrying him easily. He liked the way she spoke. The way she moved. Though, like most females, she did give him an attitude. He hated attitudes. As he circled around her red winked across his vision once more, bathing the female in a tint of red.

As he came about he nipped playfully at her tail, his teeth catching a few wisps of silky hair. He arched another eyebrow at her, and spoke once more. Care to give me your calling? I'd hate to have to bestow a nickname on you. He came to a stop behind her so he could calm himself down before he lunged for her throat. He wouldn't kill her. Just spill a little blood... If she would let him. Most wouldn't.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Those sea filled eyes watched Hellfire the entire time she was producing these movements, wanting to see his reaction first and in the moment. A sly grin crossed her muzzle as she felt Hellfire draw away, Banshee knew he was not in disgust but in fact he was restraining himself. Though Banshee felt that the lustful drive this male felt was not of the norm, so she was curious as to what he craved? Pondering the thought for awhile, her eardrums alerted to the sound of the deep voice. It was as if they had been thinking the exact same thought, ah so it was an unusual craving? Banshee's lips parted and bluntly she questioned. "Tell me your cravings? I may be one to assist." With these tempting and twisted words were enchanting even though absolutely soaked in venom. The male then initiated movement as he drew nearer to her structure once again, not once did she turn to look at him. No she did not fear him, indeed there was something dark about him but certainly Banshee was no saint. Grinning as he drew around her hindquarters, his teeth gently grasped the end of her tail. Ah playful are we? Amused by his simple action her delicate skull turned to glance over her shoulder, just at this time he questioned. In reference to her name, Banshee was not one to hide her name. It was ridiculous to try and keep your name a secret due to the fact that it usually never stays a secret very long."Banshee, though fella you owe me in return." Her words were a bit demanding, though they were taunting more so. The male remained behind her and Banshee never one to keep her back to a stranger for long, she turned slowly to face the beast once more. He seemed quite anxious and very tense, she could almost feel it in the atmosphere around them. Could he be cannibalistic, or maybe he just favored the iron liquid that coursed through her veins? Whichever should would help him in some form, just to show that all other creatures he had crossed were not as deadly as she. Banshee knew she was far from normal but this pleased the Lady, for to be of the norm would be to not live or enjoy life. Yes she enjoyed life on a different level but she believed this male did too, and this pleased her to find a creature as close to being as deadly as she.

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[Hellfire]

She seemed to be wondering at first why exactly he pulled away because his desire was evident. But it was not for her body, but rather her blood. He licked his chomps from just the thought, but her lyrics caressed his audits once more. He tilted his head to the side, and pondered on if he should indeed tell her what it was he really wanted. She would probably laugh in his face, and that was something he would not enjoy. There were very few things that could tick the male off, and denying him blood was one of them. He was silent, and chose not to answer her. Maybe once she answered his question he might consider it a little more carefully. Finally, she gave him her name, and he could not help the slight twitch his lips gave. He liked the ring of it, and allowed a slight cackle to produce from his voice box and travel up his vocal cords. It was low, and scratchy, perhaps not something you would expect to hear from one of his size. Apparently he owed her now. It was amusing how she thought him honorable, and would gee his name just because she did as well. However, he did enjoy this conversation, so he nodded his crown in consent. Most call me Hellfire. Those that know me well call me Hells. Those that know me best call me bastard. There was a twinkle of amusement seen in those gold optics. His words were true.

Finally, he regarded her first question. Deciding being shy wasn't his thing, he shrugged his shoulders, and rolled to sit upon his haunches. Honestly? Most prefer pleasure. I prefer pain. Most desire sex, I desire blood.Most crave to love, I crave to kill. I am not afraid to kill, nor am I afraid to die. His tongue swooped out to loll for a few moments as he watched her intently. I desire blood, in this case. I desire pain. I have no desire to kill you, however. But the word 'yet' hung unsaid in the atmosphere. He tilted his crown to the side now, and prepared to gauge her response.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] The giant grew quiet for some time after she had questioned about his 'cravings' and such, had it bothered him? Or did it make him decide between keeping it under wraps or telling her the truth. Banshee cared neither way though she was curious as to what it was specifically that this male wanted, so as he continued to gaze at her she did the same in return. Banshee was a very patient creature that is with most cases and this was one of them, mostly because she hoped he may tell the truth. An evil cackle left her lips with the next words that the male spoke, giving her his name in return. Hellfire, interesting and unusual though it did fit this male. "It seems we both acquire 'true' names." Oh yes, Banshee was quite familiar with who she was and therefore others deemed it in a different expression. Banshee shifted her weight lightly to allow her lean muscles to not become stiff, as a huntress she knew she had to always be on her game. Tail flicked back and forth and Hellfire's voice broke the silence, relatively quickly for what she was expecting. She listened and understood, indeed she found pain to be pleasure and love to be a far off miracle, and blood? No she did not crave it in the manner in which Hellfire seemed to need it, now she did enjoy spilling it just as this beast talked about. Then just as she was about to reply he let go more words, was he asking her for blood? A request that Banshee had never came across, it would require trust and Hellfire was still a stranger. This was going to be difficult, though Banshee would allow it that is if he agreed to her proposition. Banshee drew closer to Hellfire keeping a respective distance as to not tempt him before he agreed. "Hellfire if blood is what you crave, I of course can help." She paused for a moment, as the lady mauled her words over making certain to speak in a tone that would not be misunderstood. "Hellfire I will allow you to achieve your fix, but darling let me tell you something..." The words ended in almost a whisper, while the next tone was full of lethal venom. It would almost suffocate a creature for hearing it, she meant business and was not a female to be taken lightly. "If I ever need a favor you must do the same for me, yet Hellfire if you begin to become greedy with my offer I will assure you it will not be me lying on the Earth." With those words a lovely smirk crossed her lips awaiting to see if he would accept or decline.

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[Hellfire]

The ashen brute didn't move a muscle as the last lyrics drifted from his chops and settled around them like a blanket of discomfort. Yet, the female moved toward him, but remained just out of reach. Hells gold optics locked onto her's as he absorbed every morsel of information she spoke. His brow furrowed at her proposition, and every fiber in his being screamed for him to turn, and walk away. Or kill her now. He had no real intentions of destroying the lovely creature, but once he was consumed by blood lust he would not be able to help himself. Not only that, but the male was not certain he wanted to make a blood oath to this female. It would be like bargaining with the devil, or worse: Lucifer. Even worse still, his own father. His own father had been one of the legions of Hell's Lords, and Hellfire had been the fallen prince. Fallen because his mother had been an angel, something pure, but went corrupt to be with his father. His father had not seen him fit to be the next Lord for he feared too much good ran through his veins. Hellfire had bargained with him several times, but each time he had been used. He eyed this female for a few moments, and wondered if it would just be better to find a rabbit, and relish in the warm blood of the small creature. Another frown crossed his features.

Finally, he returned his attention to her, and grinned crookedly at her words. Banshee, do not make the mistake of underestimating me, especially when I'm consumed by my blood lust. You do not understand what I could do, unintentionally.S He paused, his gold optics still piercing into her sea green optics. He bit his lower lip, and stood up. He wasn't sure how he would make this bargain to show that he was true to his word, because he wanted nothing more than to spill some of her blood. The need was almost over whelming. Finally, he nodded. First, we need to high light the minor details of our contract. There are few things I will do. I will not sire any pups because I have a tendency to slaughter them. Second, I will assist you in battle if you should ever need it, but I will not act as your spy.Thirdly, I will never allow you to just kill me. I will never lay down my pride, and will never be forced to coward out of something. With that said, he raised an eyebrow expectantly, and waited curiously for her reply. He was not sure how she would react to his altering of their terms, but knew he would not agree other wise. He would never turn away from a fight, especially if it meant him losing his pride. Honor he could do without. He would rather die a thousand times, and burn in hell like the demons and damned that were sent there.

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