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And she ran to him, then they started to fly


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06-26-2021, 06:45 PM

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After his encounter with @Célnes, it dawned on him that women were indeed fertile even in these new lands. That they were not only just capable of bringing their children here from the old wold like @Hydra had, but there was a strong possibility that they could be made here as well through traditional means. Though he hadn't managed to find any locally born individuals, but perhaps they were the first wave here in these new lands, in Adelhelm and would be the first to begin breeding and creating natives from the ground up. 

Such a strange thought... and yet, it was empowering to think of.

It also meant his mind was on certain matters now that the brindle backed woman had not returned by his knowledge. The matters of growing Nightwalkers into their formidable selves once more and building an army to take over the Temperate as its main source of power. One step at a time...

Prowling Blackwood, he only truly had one woman in mind that could offer him a strong brood of his own to fill in some ranks. Though he was certain she could be as willing as they came... he was willing to try convincing her as well to following this little plan of his. After all, they were but animals and the best thing they were capable of doing was creating new life - all they had to do was harness that into their own selfish desires of growing something larger than themselves.
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#2
06-26-2021, 10:50 PM
^^It would be a lie for Morag to say to anyone she wasn't getting somewhat impatient in her curiosity as to what the plans were now. She doubted that Vengeance would settle for what the Nightwalkers had, he thirsted for more, and she could not blame him. She did, too, and she had followed him for a reason. Not only that, but she saw him getting her to where she wanted to be, to continue to grow her power and her strength and forge it into more. That and she knew that the world would be easier to tame should she follow a man who had a way of getting the inhabitants to bow to him. He would make it easier by being in his Ranks than to be without them, and Morag knew she would only let a brief selection of wolves hold any sort of leadership over her. They had to be worthy, and they had to intrigue her, and luckily for Vengeance, he managed both. He had both the soldier and the woman in his Ranks, loyal to his cause.

So when the woman smelt the lingering scent of death and blood in the air, her brow quirked. He was on the move, was he? His scent was fresh and strong, telling her that he was near. The she-beast had paused in her movements when she had smelt him, her body languidly stretched up against a tree -- doing her usual, feline-like antics of scratching away at the tree to release the tension that coursed her body. Sleep still did not come easy to the beast, so she did what she could to tire herself out these days. Morag lowered herself from her stretch and shook out her fur, the thick strands quaking in her movements.

Curiously, the wolf stalked through the trees after his scent with a glint of mischief in her fiery depths. She remained quiet as she could on her thick paws, stalking him through the trees and though she didn't entirely care if the wind picked up her scent, Morag was in the mood to be spicey. A casual stroll up to him was boring and the beast held plenty of energy that needed to be harnessed.


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06-27-2021, 01:01 AM (This post was last modified: 06-27-2021, 01:02 AM by Vengeance.)
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Of course he had bigger ambitions. The thirst for power was never satisfied so long as he had breath in his lungs. He always needed more, nothing satisfied his hunger, not for long at the very least and the emptiness would simply grow and drive him mad over time as his power grew. Like a mad king on his throne of iron he would simply continue his reign as long as he was left to his own devices.

And lately, there were no chains to keep him down. His mind raced with possibilities and all he needed was an army to back up his ambitions.

All in due time, but his patience was running thin. The Warlord wanted it all right now. He had done enough in a past life and to do it all over again was infuriating. Enough so that when believing he was following Morag's scent, certain he was on her trail for a while... but as the wind shifted, correcting his initial belief that he was behind her - to she, behind him. Brows furrowed lightly at the new situation.

And he stopped. Ears twisting in the silence of the fog that surrounded them as blackened nostrils flared to take in her scent.“Will you come out and greet your Warlord?” The skin along his spine prickled in a wave of anticipation, would she come out willingly or give way to a chase?
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#4
06-28-2021, 10:43 PM
^^Through the trees she saw him, though his body was an outline, a hooded figure shrouded by the thick fog that held station in the air. Morag's tail whipped behind her as her tongue swept across her tongue in a fashion that could only make sense to a predator to prey; though she knew it was not quite the same. They were both predator, neither one a bit of prey, but yet it was fun to make comparisons in this situation, wasn't it? He knew she was there, her scent carried through the trees on the shifting wind and Morag's fiery gaze glinted as her lips twisted with mirth, would she? She walked quietly, kept to the shadows cast by the trees as she contemplated his words.

It would be easy to turn it into the game, to rile her Warlord and hope for the best, but she supposed there was a time and place, wasn't there? "Or what?" Morag mused through the fog, slowly bringing her gargantuan frame to round a tree and though she did not approach him completely, Morag kept to the shadows and the fog as best she could. Her body was restless, as was her mind, and though she wondered what urged the beast to move through the trees, Morag wasn't quite ready to approach completely. He was a demon in wolfskin and Morag did not regret her decision to follow a fellow demon, yet she could not help but desire more from it.

She desired more from the Walkers. She knew that they were on the path that she wished to walk, the path she wished to leave blood and bones in a morbid trail on and in the end, have a bone throne all her own. Not a throne of a Hell Queen but a throne suited to a warrior, a demon and a woman all in one. "My, what big teeth you have," the she-beast cooed teasingly, snapping her teeth into the fog. "You walk with a purpose, Warlord." Morag observed, though did not approach him. Instead, she waited at her tree, her fiery depths watching him with a cocked head.


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07-01-2021, 12:02 AM
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Or what?

He grins devilishly at her reply, egging him on and he was certain she knew what game she was playing. “If I told you, where is the pleasure in finding out?” Surely she had an imagination to work with. Pleasure, pain, and everything in between. It all depended on what demon she wished to play with, to call out within him. 

The fog shifted. And though Morag didn't emerge to greet him, the motion of the mist was enough to give away where she was in general. Once one lived within the smog long enough, they learned how to read it with relative ease. To use it as an extension to their senses once it no longer dulled others. 

“The better you eat you with, my dear.” The grin grew to a wicked smiling snarl, letting the front of his lip lift enough to show off the yellowing incisors in a beautifully disgusting threat that was almost unique to him and him alone. Sickly yellowish teeth glimmered dully under the light of the mist lit by the moon hidden above. They were only a shadow lurking in the mire, just waiting to ensnare whatever roamed a little too close.

A purpose. Yes. His lips fell only lightly as the words brought a thought back to the front of his mind. “And purpose I have.” He drawled to begin. “I grow bored of this peace, but our numbers are still far too low to do much else other than recruit and grow.” And sitting around was not something he was any good at.

“I need more. We need more.” Which brought on another devilish thought as his rubies scanned where he had last saw the mist shift with her movements. “It makes me wonder... when is your heat due?” Straight to the point as always. 
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#6
07-06-2021, 09:17 PM (This post was last modified: 07-06-2021, 09:17 PM by Morag. Edited 1 time in total.)
^^His grin registered through the fog and Morag's belly pooled with warmth and her lips twisted at the image he posed. Her tongue slipped out from its teeth cage and rolled over her marred lips with intrigue and amusement at his words, "I doubt there would be a lack of pleasure," Morag mused. He gave her both; pain and pleasure. It was hard to find, a beast who knew could do both and do it adequately. It only helped that he was a beast of means, too. A beast with a plan, a vision, one that Morag could get behind it. Morag could not complain with the way it was all going, even if she did get restless more often than not -- it was the end result that would be worth it.

She was certain he could find her silhouette in the fog as it shifted, and though it made her pout, it didn't surprise her. He was a sharply observant creature despite his feral, beastly exterior. Her laugh was evident, throaty and inviting as he played along with her antics, her lips quivering against her teeth as she watched him. Morag had found she preferred the beastly ones, the prim and proper boys were not on her favourite flavour list. The smell of death clearly enticed her enough to play, didn't it? The wickedness made her belly pool with warmth and her spine tingle; a wicked streak that could match her own was a rarity.

The war-beast could not complain about the change in atmosphere as she had been the one to prompt the reason for his venture, yet she still flicked her tail and cocked her head to eye him as he spoke. Boredom, he spoke of it, and she agreed, though her brow quirked at where he seemed to be going with it. Vengeance was not wrong in his comments about their numbers, all they could do was patrol and recruit; no one of any use had come since her, she thought in amusement. She watched as he scanned the fog, his demonic gaze looking for her where she lurked, and Morag's ears cuffed to him as she realised just where the topic had turned at his question. "He asks with intrigue," Morag mocked lowly, though her lips twisted into a smirk as she appraised him. "You want offspring to further our numbers," Mo stated, "ones of good blood and ones that are able to be shaped easily from the moment they can breathe." It was a good idea, she supposed. She had been born of the same circumstances, hadn't she?

Two soldiers of good breeding, good skills, were put together to produce more. Of better breeding, of better skills. He had not asked it of her, of course, and she would not be the one to approach the idea. So she asked, "why do you ask me of my heat, Warlord?" her tone wicked.  The thought did entice her -- her flesh and blood mixed with the likes of Vengeance were surely to be something. They were both forces to be reckoned with, so it was only right that their blood mixed would produce the best of the demons. She wondered, though, what would she get out of it? A mind-blowing romp with the Devil himself and the honour of being a broodmare for the Warlord and their cause; but what else? "Soon," she commented off-handedly through the fog. She hadn't thought of it before, but perhaps her restlessness had been down to her impending heat. It would make sense, wouldn't it? Morag hummed lowly in her throat as she fell silent otherwise, watching him still as she waited to see if he would out right tell her what she wanted to hear.


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#7
07-07-2021, 11:33 PM
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She must have known by now that she knew just how to push all the rights buttons. Whether it was in her benefit or no was still up for discussion, but he offered a grim purr in response to her musing. Tickled by the flood of images from their last meeting which sent a heavy dose of euphoria straight through is body. They couldn't just make this their routine now could they? Would that make him less of a leader in her eyes and the eyes of any one else who might be wandering by?

Did it matter?

Most likely not. Unless challenged, he was the fucking leader around here. Which meant he could do whatever the hell he wanted. If he wanted to take her while everyone was watching during a meeting - then so be it if the mood struck. Maybe it was an idea to get them breeding finally among themselves, that it was a no-holds-bar for the time being so long as they held such low numbers.

A live display porn perhaps? 

His attention snaps back to their conversation at hand as Morag spoke. He wasn't a romantic, so there was little foreplay when it came to starting this conversation off. “Yes.” At least she understood the purpose of all this, more than just a little pleasure cruise. There was more of a plot at foot here. 

There he stood in the mist, an obelisk while ears tried their best to hone in on her sound he, doing his best to read the mist while making no attempt to close the distance between them. A part of him was enjoying the mystery the scenery held - teasing his senses just enough.“Is it not obvious?” Certainly Morag was clever enough to put two and two together, but maybe she just wanted to hear those words uttered clearly for her own fantasies. “I wish to use you until certain you are pregnant with the next generation of Nightwalkers. With my next generation.”
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#8
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07-08-2021, 05:17 PM
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^^It was obvious, oh so obvious, but yet -- Morag couldn't help the feral need to hear him say it. And he did, of course, in true Vengeance fashion, and it produced a throaty laugh from the warrior. "Aren't you lucky I'm not a woman who wants to be wined and dined, Warlord of mine?" Morag cooed in amusement as she eyed him as he watched the fog, his calculative red eyes on the look-out. Didn't he just look so cute, watching, waiting? She snickered to herself at the thought of using Vengeance in the same sentence as cute. It was unheard of. The man was a beast and demon all in one, he sent tingles up her spine -- not making her want to pull at his cheeks and coo in his face. Though she was certain that would tickle her completely, could she manage to do such a thing.

"And I suppose I simply get the honour of bearing your demonic offspring and having your cock?" Morag drawled, "again, I should say." She tacked on with amusement as she slipped through the fog whilst keeping the treeline. Morag knew she would allow this to occur -- though she rather doubted he wouldn't attempt even if she didn't. Morag wanted the Earth to experience the reckoning that was the two bloodlines mixed together, knowing it was likely to be offspring that were as hellish, if not more, than their parents but then, on the more primal sides of things -- she didn't want any weak gremlin to be the one to sire any children she may birth. "A desirable trade, I'm sure," the masked woman mused as she slid her side against the bark of the tree as she curled around to look at him through the fog.

She only hoped he would not disappoint. Given the fact she had rather enjoyed herself their first time round, Morag could only expect the same level of intensity and fun from him again. She didn't like things to be dull and mundane, and very little about Vengeance seemed to go that way, thus far. Though she knew better to hold people to certain standards -- everyone could turn around and disappoint. It was the unfortunate thing about others. She could use him for his cock and his genetics and he was to use her for her genetics and her womb to get him the outcome he so desired, a good trade, she supposed -- in a way. "Just your generation, Warlord?" Morag sung lowly as she stilled where she was and watched him, wondering if he would finally spot her movements in the fog. But also, she wanted to see him grow a little funny at the idea of his plans being thwarted by another's swimmers. Morag did like to get a reaction, didn't she? If she didn't get one, she'd fuck him now, just for some satisfaction.


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07-11-2021, 06:19 PM (This post was last modified: 07-11-2021, 06:20 PM by Vengeance.)
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A woman wanting to be wined and dined. He couldn't help but offer a deep, short laughter at her comment. “With the way you like to be fucked, I doubt that.” He cooed almost menacingly, teasing the woman with his words as he recalled the way she screamed for more. Squirmed under his pressure and bites, the raking of his claws between her sensitive thighs. 

And he chose his words correctly for that one. Fucked, there was no romance in their actions. No room for wining and dinning when all they both wanted was the pleasure that the other brought. 

As she spoke of their possible future - he wandered. Seeing if she would follow as they spoke, if he would draw her in just as she tried with him. He knew how to play these little games, to keep them on their toes. Few could play with him without fear, without hoping to distance themselves before he got too riled up. “You can let any man's shaft pleasure you, however I have decided that during your heat - you will be mine and mine alone.” He calls out casually over his shoulder, moving through the trees as if he was not searching for her figure. 
 
“Again and again until you are successfully fat with my brood.” He continues. With how she spoke to him, this had to be just the way to reel her back in to him. “Until you tire and cannot anymore - even then I might take you more.” Because he was absolutely insatiable. Silence fell over the woods once more as he listened for her movement, for her breath, for her reply to see if that was enough to excite the woman with the idea of being singled out and obtaining his full attention when ready to receive. 
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07-11-2021, 07:26 PM
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^^It was easy enough for him to keep her attention, the predictable nature of his ability to be unpredictable was enticing enough to be interesting. His laugh had her marred lips twitching at the edges, an amused smirk gracing the blackened, ripped skin. He wasn't wrong, she mused. "Not a complaint that I hear, Warlord?" Morag cooed back almost as easily, her own tone teasing and challenging as her orange gaze roved over him through the fog. The memory of their encounter had her spine tingling and a growl begging to escape from the depths of her chest, her chin tilting up as her tongue came to sweep across her lips in hunger. Though it was meat she hungered for, it was not the type of meet to satiate her belly. She wondered if all the men of these lands fucked like him, or if he was a special case. Morag would soon find out.

Though her brain told her to stay still, to remain standing in the depths of the fog, Morag knew she wanted the game to grow. Her paws carried her in time with his movements, still keeping to the edges of the fog that shrouded the trunks of the trees, though she knew her movements would likely cause the fog to shift and if her Warlord was paying attention, he would soon get some bearings on her position. "Heaven forbid another man's seed is stronger and grows little hellions in my belly, hm?" She threw back teasing, her words biting and pushing her luck. Though perhaps not, she mused, Vengeance was a man who knew his power, his worth, and would unlikely be moved by the thought of another managing to outdo him. The war-torn wolf had no complaints about being fucked by Vengeance and having his offspring, knowing that the union of their bloodlines would bring forth more power. And Morag liked power.

He spoke of doing it until they were certain her belly would swell with his children, and Morag's laugh was deep and throaty, lined with the desire of his promise. Until he tired, he said, and even then he would likely not stop. Morag's nose flared as her claws curled into the soil of the woods, and in her belly swirled the desire she knew that he knew how to cause. "Might?" She drawled lowly, "how disappointing, Warlord," her voice held a rasp that told him of just his words affected her. "I would have thought you'd keep going until I'm dripping both blood and seed," Morag liked the feral, unbridled way that she knew he would fuck her, fuck her until she was a mess of their actions in the forest floor. She would wake with the aches and pains of a sordid fuck, but she would wake with a fire renewed in her belly.

Morag pushed through the fog enough to show her face, her freckled mask dark against the tan of her face, and her lips quirked as she eyed him. "Consider it done, Warlord," she added with a smirk. "Don't disappoint," Morag added on in play, knowing that he really didn't care whether or not he satisfied her, but she knew that it was unlikely that he wouldn't. He fucked just as liked, so the likelihood of being disappointed was slim to none -- still, she wouldn't be her if she didn't tack on the teasing words of challenge.



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07-12-2021, 11:08 PM
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“From me?” Cheekily he quipped with a humoured lilt in his tone. Never.” Not when they let him do whatever the fuck he wanted without bitching and moaning, not when they kept coming back for more without much work put into it on his end. Though some struggling was always a little fun - sometimes just getting straight to the matter was just as pleasing.

A shift in the mist as her words called out to him caught the man's attention. Narrowing in on her location as he strolled around in his own little dance. Slowly following wherever she was standing without making a direct beeline to Morag. If there was any type of wining and dining with this man, this beast, this creature, this moment may be the closest thing. Hunting them, getting ever closer. Creeping toward them like the mist itself. Ever patient, all encompassing.

She mentions another man's seed taking over her womb instead, to which he grins sharply. Tail lashing like a slithering snake in a slow 'S'. I forbid it.” He corrected her. There was no heaven here. This place was their hell, and he, they, would ensure that. “I will make sure you are too tired for another. Too full for another to be a threat at any time.” That and he would castrate every man if he had to. “Should I suspect even one not be mine, I will devour it to ensure care will only ever go to mine.” He cooed darkly. Even if one did slip past his watch - none would survive.

As Morag demanded to not be disappointed, rubies shone through the mist as he spotted her figure through the darkness. Catching her own golden stare as he lumbered forward, encroaching with slow steady steps as his skin prickled. “I never disappoint.” The baritones rumbled in a soft distant thunder. Was he deadly in his sexual endeavours? Certainly. Cruel? Harsh? Unforgiving, brutal, and never satisfied? Always, but never disappointing.
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#12
07-20-2021, 11:12 PM
^^An amusing, if not slightly addictive creature wasn't he, her Warlord? He replied with her cheek with that of his own, falling into step with the game she had put forth. He did that often, rarely not playing along with her tongue and cheek. Morag's tongue slipped out from the confinements of it's tooth cage and rolled over her marred lips, dragging along the old taste of blood. Never, he said, and Morag's sodden lips twisted into a smirk, "I thought not," the she-devil cooed daringly, her golden gaze never straying from the Warlord as she drank him in. Though she doubted the ability for someone to love him, she would pity the fool who thought themselves in love with the Devil. She supposed, though, that one could never underestimate the allure of darkness; even the most gentle souls were drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

She saw it, the moment his rubies caught sight of her position in the fog -- though she wasn't sure he caught the full position or more the shifting of the fog that told him she was on the move and the general direction. Her belly swirled with anticipation, she was a predator in her own right, in her DNA and her personality but she rather liked his predatory gaze upon her. It ignited her belly and made fire roar in her veins. He stalked with a patience, with a certainty in his gait that told her he thought it would end with his victory. Though really, his victory was hers too, wasn't it?

His grin was sharp and telling, his words forbidding of what she spoke. Her laugh was low and teasing as he continued on, pressing with his corrective, forceful words and through the fog, Morag smirked. "You think yourself that capable," she cooed, "to tire me?" her tongue slithered across her lips as she shifted in the fog, waving her tail as if to encourage the fog to shift ever so slightly more. "You paint such a pretty picture, Warlord," Morag teased though the desire from his words pulsated through her veins. Morag wanted to be boneless by the time he was done with her and she knew he'd do it, his words were not just words - they were promises. He spoke of eating any child born from her womb that was not his and Morag's lashes fluttered at the feral way he acted. Twisted and cruel of her to think it was charming, yet she liked the idea of him eradicating any competition from another mans seed.

"You'll not devour me?" Morag called, voice riddled with faux innocence as she saw him, saw the connection that slanted across his gruesomely handsome features. He'd seen her, properly this time and Morag's blood thumped in her ears as she watched his hulking body come closer to her. No, she agreed, he'd yet to disappoint her. She stepped back with each step that he took, "well," she started lowly, "I'm not sure about that, Vengeance," usually she called him Warlord, a word riddled with desire and teasing as she cooed it to him but now, she spoke his name on her raspy tongue and she stilled in her movements. "Perhaps you might," she casually tossed out though the catch in her voice told the world that she thought differently; she just wanted to force his hand.



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#13
07-21-2021, 12:46 AM
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A lover he was not. He was desire. Basic. Instinctual. Reactive. Love had no space in his life, nor a place in his vocabulary. He had taken lovers before in previous lives, but none satiated to keep him from wandering... from finding pleasure wherever they presented themselves. To their displeasure, they were reminded what kind of mongrel he was. And so in this life, he would take none. No wife —

But a favourite or two... well, there was no reason not to. A couple who not only satiated his needs and he, theirs - but those who would do well raising his young. Perhaps some he would be proud to some day call his and not turn a blind eye to. A quick fuck was something different than raising his own hellions, and with the Nightwalkers under his command, it was the perfect place to raise them properly under the right guidance.

And Morag fit every bill possible.

Not only had she quickly become one of his favourite bitches of the mist, she had become the favourite. The best of it? She demanded no loyalty from him, and he - all he had to do was keep others away from her during her heat... “We will soon find out.” He returned with absolute certainty. 
 
“Do not tempt me Morag, I just might.” Her faux innocence was almost cute if he hadn't known better. Her silhouette almost blended with the mist as he followed the outlines she left behind, where the fog swirled around her presence - and his pace only quickening as she continuously backed away as he stepped forward. His own gait elongating to swallow more ground with each step. She was teasing him, and he knew it.

Would she start to run? Tempt the hunter within him by giving him a chase to follow. For now his pace was steady, thundering as he ached to approach. “I never half ass a good fuck.” After all, if she was to be rearing his young - he had to keep her satisfied.
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#14
07-22-2021, 01:38 PM
^^Like her Warlord, it was unlikely that Morag would ever settle with just a singular wolf. It was rare for one to capture her attention so wholly and keep her amused, understanding her power and her desires and living up to the standards she'd set them. One had garnered her attention once but he had proven himself to be a fool and in the scuffle, she had killed him just before the rest of his goons had killed her. It was not a pity, she had found herself alive in a foreign land that held plenty of opportunity and new amusements that regardless of her fury of being killed, Morag was almost thankful for having woken up in such a place. Here, she would grow better. Here, the world would crumble beneath her paws and beneath the Walkers. Should the man she killed have found himself waking up in a similar fashion, well... Morag would take great pleasure in finding out how many times he may wake before he was no longer able.

He was certain in his abilities and in truth, Morag wasn't exactly doubtful of his ability to tire her to exhaustion but it was simply more fun to push him and see how far he could truly go based on her challenging, cooed words. The she-beast hummed at him, sliding her tongue across her marred lips in thought as her golden gaze appraised him through the fog. They would find out, she mused, and she'd take every bit of enjoyment out of it as she could. "I'm sure," she mocked slowly and purposefully. 

Do not tempt me Morag, I just might.

His words sent a shiver up her spine and ignited the fire in her veins as she bit out a laugh, "do not do the very thing you enjoy me for, Warlord?" she returned lowly though continued to step back from her stilled position as he stepped forward, his powerful legs carrying him easily. She hastened her steps though still remained careful, not wanting to fall before she could properly lead the game to where she wanted it to go. "And that is all you're capable of, Vengeance? Just a good fuck?" Morag called through the fog, a laugh mixed into her words as she span quickly to face away from him and she sent the fog swirling as she darted forwards on socked paws. If he gave chase, she had no doubt that he'd catch her -- of his own skills and of her own desire -- and Morag would then readily fall for the game would have gone just the way she had liked.

Thus far he had been the only one worthy of her games, so despite her attitude -- Morag knew she'd let no other seed blossom in her womb. Even if she'd tease him about it.


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07-26-2021, 08:25 PM
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How far would she go before Morag realized that the teasing would only push him beyond the boundaries she found comfort and pleasure within. It seemed she would some day learn the hard way that his words were not just empty threats - but a warning for what was to come. Vengeance was many things, but he was certain he gave many warnings to those who thought themselves too comfortable within his presence.

And should anything happen to them as a result to them ignoring the omen Vengeance brought... well, that was all their fault after all, now wasn't it? “Tease and tempt me enough to see where it would lead.” He cooed dangerously so. Keeping his pace up with her as to not let the woman get away so easily. “I do not doubt you to be absolutely delicious, but such a waste for a woman who could do much more than just one simple meal.” But should want to experience him devouring her... who was he to deny Morag that pleasure?

“Certainly not. But it is what we are talking about.” Fucking, after all. They weren't talking about the other things he was good at, or this conversation would be going into a whole different route. Fighting, fucking, getting what he wants. There were many things he was good at, well, at least as far as he was concerned... it all had gotten him this far after all.

And then she moved. Away from him as the mist swirled around the space she was once standing in just moments ago. Like the predator he was, it beckoned him to follow - not directly behind her as certainly she would move faster than he ever could. So he followed on the wayside, with a wide enough circle around so should when Morag slowed down... he should be able to cut her off, or come from her side.

Of course he wanted her now. After all the talk they just had, with all her teasing. Perhaps now was time to give a reminder of what was to come as soon as that heat of hers would hit...
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Vengeance is a disgusting, terrible character. I do not condone anything he does or thinks of IC, and though I enjoy writing him, he also disgusts me often. He is a villain and nothing more.
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