Ring around the rosie, I'mma fuckin' blow all the ashes down

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 Ah, the desert had its perks but there was something just right about being outside of that hellhole - and her special little hole in this hell that she had decided was hers. Despite her casual claim on it, she felt no danger towards it. It was in the middle of the desert, for fuck's sake - nobody was going there and nobody would try to sneak in and take her claim.

 So she wandered, so what?

 Exalted the others were likely either trailing behind her or were back in the desert. She said she wouldn't be long, just plotting out routes back into the Plains from their desert getaway. After all, if they had to travel at night in the heat, it would do no good to be stuck without safe spaces or dens to hide in during the daylight hours.

 Her paws set down on solid soil for the first time in felt like forever. Despite that, it was still dry here - there were canyons about and sheer cliffs that sang a song of death. She'd made her way up one of the hazardous trails, finding herself atop the tabletop summit but far enough away from the edge that she did not feel the pull of vertigo nor the threat of a fall. Still, the view was breathtaking... especially with the sun coming up over the horizon in the distance and bathing the land in glistening yellow light.

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It had been several days since the pink and white woman ran from him, further solidifying to himself that he was in fact a creature born of hideousness. There had never been a thought that he would've one day been reminded of his horrid features, not letting it click that she ran because he was one that consumed his own kind. The ivory bone that lay across his face would normally glisten in the sun, however, on this fateful morning as the sun-kissed the horizon. It would shine with a deep splash of red across its base, liquid essence dripped from the bony teeth inside deep sockets. An exposed esophagus hung between his fangs as he walked smoothly through the fresh desert fields, heat had played a toxic game in making the decaying smell wretched. "Plant...sow...water....grow...Harvest. 

The thought played itself over and over again inside his blood-soaked skull, lollipop iris scanning the surrounding area as the muscles in his shoulders flexed and relaxed.  It wasn't every day that he had found someone to harvest for his sweet Goddess, stepping around a shrub starved of water the entrails around his neck bounced idly. "Blood...Bone....Flesh...Muscle....Harvest." The tones of his voice were full of lust....and savage like aggression as his single orb landed upon a fae. Now, in front of him sat a woman staring out at the scene before. A heavy amount of scars riddled her body and aided in perking his interest. In a second he would sling the severed head at her, feeling the aura of an untamed danger much like a viper coiled in the tall grass.

 "Harvest. There were no signs of emotion....no excitement...no pain.... no loneliness. It wasn't a command either... it was as if this one word had tainted his mind.

"Harvest.

"Harvest.."

"Harvest."

"Point me... to the next.... Harvest."
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 A man was approaching.

 She watched him impassively, taking note of the bone mask he wore and the dripping head within his mouth, entrails roped about his neck as if a blanket from the dusty wind. She had stood though without hurry, watching with curiosity as he approached her and flung the head at her paws. She raised a brow, first at the head and then at the man. A recent memory sparked in her mind and she laughed, remembering meeting the hell hound at the water and sharing part of her prey with him as his first meal.

 The man was babbling something, chattering about Harvesting.

 He told her to point him to the next Harvest.

 “What a way to speak to a lady, hm?” Her eyes flashed to the head before her and her lips tweaked. “But you brought breakfast, so I'll forgive it.” She would pause to allow him to react, if he so desired to, before sweeping down to set her teeth to one of the head's eyes, picking it delicately from the cool corpse and pulling it into her mouth to bite into with a satisfying pop. She licked her lips, surveying the man.

 Interested in seeing what he would do.

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She spoke of what was a proper way to speak to a woman, her voice was as intoxicating as eating several fermented berries. This woman was just as dangerous as he was, lowering his skull as he listened to her speak of breakfast. His orb witnessed her plucking the eye from the skull with extreme precision. It had been far too long since he'd seen a woman with the taste for her own kind. Such an event made him lose his train of thought, thus speaking it to the wind.

"Tvoya tochnost' prekrasna, golubka."

His voice dropped out from beneath the bone mask as he approached the white queen. There was no reason for him to fear this fae, in fact… he craved her now more than ever. The crimson fur upon his hips swaying with each step, wondering how many beings this woman had put into the ground.

" How many have you put beneath dirt? There was not a chance in hell he could contain the lust within his voice. It wasn't very often that a bitch survived in a world of cannibals. His ears twisting upon his skull as his left paw landed on the severed skull, leaning down to tug the rest of the esophagus out of it. The sounds of its bones cracking as he bit into the pink and red tube. "To, kak vy yedite ... op'yanyayet."
Translation: 1: Your precision is beautiful, little dove."
"The way you eat is….intoxicating."
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 The masked man watched as she ate the eyeball like candy, relishing in its texture upon her tongue and licking her lips after. His words sparked curiosity, recognition in her eyes. “Ваш подарок восхитителен.” — Your gift is delicious. She had not heard the tongue in quite some time, remembering it solely from being taught in her early years. To find a man of similar tastes as she, if that was the case, well... that was delightful.

 How many had she killed? How many consumed? His voice was heavy and she recognized the hunger in them as not too different from the hunger in her own. Her heat was not yet here, but she did not need to be in that state to recognize it. “Enough to build mountains,” she responded blithely, “with what was left of them.” Far more had she consumed, reveled in.

 Why waste what you could use?

 She looked on with interest as he retrieved the esophagus from the severed head he had bore for her. She heard the crunches of cartilage among the muscle, feeling the heady sensation that the scent of blood and the visage of consumption gave her. She licked her lips, watching carefully for his next actions. “Хотели бы вы видеть меня есть больше?” — Would you like to see me have more?

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His ears would pick up on her calling the gift delicious watching as she licked the blood from her white stained lips. The single pink orb watched as he tore off a chunk of airway, swallowing it after savoring the taste. It was a moment in which he found himself longing for it to continue.

"Enough to build mountains…..with what's left."

The words she spoke reminded him of his Goddess, feeling the fires burn beneath his thighs. Never had a female made him long to submit to her, instinctively he took another step over to her. "“Хотели бы вы видеть меня есть больше?” Even as she asked the question, it wasn't a true question. A red serpent slithered it's way across the ivory skull up his head, licking away the blood that stained its teeth.

The severed head was now beneath him as he glared wildly into this fae's eyes. "Я хочу посмотреть, как ты поглощаешь мир. The tones of his voice held both a hunger for another's flesh… and the desire to taste her flesh. It was something different driving him forward this time, not the commands of his almighty. She has come to earth.

"Go and feast as much as you'd like."

Translations: I want to watch you consume the world.
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 He devoured it, swallowing the throat as if it were just any other morsel. From deep within her throat came a gentle rumble, eager and excited. It was something akin to a growl and a purr at the sight of the man. A satisfying shiver ran up her spine and had she more than a sliver of a tail, it would be lashing.

 Oh, she would take his offering and perhaps... she would demand more.

 For after all, she could smell the musk beginning to float from him. Could he smell hers? Different from the overpowering heat-stink that would come another time, but receptive nonetheless. Absolutely receptive.

 He approached, growling sweet nothings and her lips pulled back in a savage grin, dangerous delight in her gleaming red eyes. They, that reflected the blood upon his lips, could not see his own eyes, as shadowed in his mask as they were, but she stared into them anyways. This was the second time she had been called world-eater and she delighted in it. She lifted her face to balance the inch difference between them, eyes wide and excited, jaws open.

 “Покорми меня.” — Feed me.

 Her tongue curved around her teeth with the command-request and her eyes told more than her words, tantalizing with what she might offer in return.

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It would go without saying that he was entranced. The bloodlust, aggression, and sexual nature of this fae before him, was something unforgettable. She stood before him without fear, none of the others had dared to close the distance with him. There was no amount of pride or even a chip upon his shoulder, simply put he was a creature of carnage. Heavy sides expanding and deflating as he took a breath, watching her match his toxic gaze.

There was a slightly rumble in the back of her throat as he stood before her. It was as if she were purring at him, the musk from his body wafting in the air had become exotic. Yet, within his own scent of earth and blood…. Stood another. -Hers- She wanted him just as much as he wanted inside her.. It shattered the doors that hid his soul, where she stayed at an inch. "“Покорми меня." He moved closer. The candy colored iris within his skull glistening in the morning light.

He would aim to steal a deadly kiss from her, however, just before his tongue connected with her white flesh; -It'd stop.- Slowly, withdrawing back into its cave of ivory, crimson colored lips would rise into a devious smirk. "O, ya tebya nakormlyu, khorosho." His voice whispered deep as if it were a ghost traveling inside an abyssal tear in the earth. There would be a lustful growl dragging its way from within his chest, tearing out of his throat.

His jaw opened as the evil scream ripped through the air, lunging at her, yet not in an attempt to harm her. Instead his forepaws had kicked the head into the air. It's jaw hung open and he would excavate the tongue from its place of rest.

His aggressive stare never left hers as the essence of life sprayed into the air around them. Now standing as he held the muscle directly to the left side of her elegant muzzle. "Съешь это"

Translation: Eat it.
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 The interest, the fascination that the man felt for her was mirrored within the white witch's own visage. He was strange and she liked strange, especially when packaged up in such a lovely, powerful form. She inhaled his deep musk as he drew closer, almost drooling from the anticipation. The eyeball had been a nice treat, but the rest of the meal was before her.

 He drew towards her and she remained still, watching without flinching - yet he refrained. Her lips tweaked in a smirk as he whispered back, sending shivers - the good type - up her spine again.

 Oh, she could have fun with this one.

 He screamed and lunged for her and she tensed for but a moment, ready to hold tight if his teeth met her flesh, but instead he gathered up the tongue from the poor forsaken creature that had destined to cross him. He offered it to her, commanded she eat. “Хороший.” — Good. She turned her face, coming so close to his face that their noses touched, and then she did what he had not before - licked the splattered blood from his lips before taking the offered muscle between teeth and biting into it, hot breath escaping onto his face.

 Whether he released or not, she would cut into the flesh and swallow, tongue sweeping up to wash her marred lips again.

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When her nose touched this it felt like the earth had left his paws. Nothing had ever given him such a rush, nor had it made him want more. -Except hunting his own of course.- It was somehow different this time… unlike the other Bitches he'd slept with. They were weak souls who needed a guiding hand through the walk of life. -Not her.

No.

She was in her own class as her tongue licked it's way across his own lips. It stunned him. The words of a past love telling him he would forever be unwanted by a woman… -It was all just lies. The thought flickered in his head like the flame of a candle. No, it wasn't true. This.. was all a mind game, watching her through his single eye wipe the blood from his stained lips.

"Хороший."

The tongue was grasped and white he wanted to let go… a boy inside him told him to hold it with her. However, the genuine feelings of fascination died quickly as the words of that fae took their hold back over. It would be the insane priest that took back over. "You have eaten." His tongue would reach out to steal the kiss she had stolen from him.

His paws carrying him around to her rear, there the sweet and receptive pungent odor grew stronger. The muscles beneath his chest flexed as he rotated in an effort to move her tail out of the way. "А теперь я попробую тебя на вкус."

-Fade to Black-
Translation: Now, I'm going to taste you.
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 Oh how she loved to tease, even when tease would surely become more than that. No, she would not leave the man without what he wanted. Despite appearing stunned by her kiss and her eager consumption of his present, she could sense the desire within him. Before a moment had passed he was upon her with a returned kiss that she reveled in, tasting their shared meal upon his lips and upon his hot breath.

 Her eyes burned as he continued onwards, “Не разочаровывай меня,” — Don't disappoint she returned with a deadly smile.

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