Bullet to the brain

@Amphitrite

He'd hiked for a day or so, trying to work out how this body moved and what triggered each motion. It wasn't so hard and it seemed like the muscle memory of this guys prior life was good enough. They worked like a team, occasionally acting like a gangly colt but the majority of the time like a well oiled machine. That was until it came to sparring. 

The connection between mouth, limb and mind was massively at a disadvantage during a high paced situation like that. Any motion and thought found themselves delayed by a few sections leading to poor reaction speed. 

It soured Rio, to know he was useless at the only thing he was good for back in his old life of pumping drugs into the states and avoiding all contact with the police. He had yet to even try his seduction skills but he kept reminding himself to think like a wolf so it was becoming less weird to try and find someone remotely attractive. But there was still a ways to go with that, not that attraction was needed for sex work after all. He'd have to find away for it to benefit him again if he was going to be the sleazy guy that he found himself easily being. 

Just what connections could he have here when he already knew so little about the ways of the wolf. 

It saddened him greatly as he moved through the dense spruce woodland. This forest... It felt too wild for him at the moment and returning to the biome before seemed to tempt him more than the steep hills and what seemed like mountains. He wasn't a physical guy in that sense, hated the outdoors. But this, he had to get used to it.

Rio groaned aloud. For fuck sake!

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The mind was a fickle of various memories that had been locked for what seemed like a millennium. One without the knowledge of what they were before had since driven the goddess crazy. It was decided she would make the journey to the mountains, the change of scenery would be enough to open herself to the possibilities of not feeling the constant need to remember. Instead it would come in waves, she began to draw in the various images of her previous life. The deepened complexion of her skin from the sun emerging to her mind, the way the sun would feel on the softened skin. Instead it was replaced with fur and she was forced to grovel against the earth like a wild beast. Settling on her hind end, she heaved herself upwards staring at the digits of her paws, they used to hold so much power. Curling them in a fist, well as much as they would allow she wanted to curse at whoever brought the goddess of the sea to her knees.

Deciding to try and reverse such a scenario sounded easier in her head than it did when said allowed. If death brought them here; what would bring them out? The desire to find the answers only caused her head to splinter, merging her paw to the length of her temple and falling down the side of her maw. It was of no use to dwell on the situation in which she could not control, even for a goddess she wielded no power here. She wondered if the wolf that had leapt across the sky many moons ago held what she was looking for. Seeking out the guardian of the sky may be her only option to ascend up to olympus once more.

Moving to the sound of the flowing river, she had since begun to pluck wild flowers along to where she was going. Once arriving at her destination, she was disappointed to learn it was nothing more than a slowed stream that made its way to a less desirable lake. Placing the various flowers against the ground, she arranged them along the tufts of her main. Swirling the stems to be secured before she would look at herself. A mirrored image looked back at her, for the first time it felt like a stranger since regaining her memories. Paw moved up to catch the flower that was out of place before fastening it once more.

Perhaps this was an awakening, maybe the weight of carrying the responsibilities would dissipate from her shoulders and she would be free to do as she pleased. Would her denial continue to keep up the charade? Instead she would pretend until she gathered enough courage to return to the pack… especially if she had to face him. Poseidon… it felt as if he wanted nothing more to do with her. Which she was okay with. She did not need him to make her happy. Her shoulders would square as she crossed the stream, discarded flowers getting left behind from ones she did not use. Amphitrite has now awakened.

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He lugged his body along the mountain side until he came across a river, one that drew his attention simply for a drink. This body didn't seem unfit but the growing inclines were definitely starting to take a toll on him. Any hydration was a welcome distraction, especially when he couldn't carry around a water bottle with him. His heart clenched at the thought and he pulled a face of desperation. Rio's head tilted back with annoyance. 

Why this godforsaken body?! Why!?

With a huff, the brute dropped his nose to the water and began to sip at it's contents. Wild drinking, a new experience. He'd never have thought to drink the bin juice in the streets but with this being his only option, Rio suppressed his disgust at the thought. Though, he would gag after a few mouthfuls and winced with dramatic flare, a whole step taken back from the waters edge. Even as his eyes shut, movement was spotted in the water. He thought nothing of it initially but second thoughts had him sober up and peel an eye open to peer at the water once more; muddied with his movements. 

There! A beast in the water!

The male's expression fell and dead eyes watched the beast as it swam. Was this death coming to take him back because right then he would willingly accept the scythe without hesitation. 

DO IT, he'd beg no doubt.

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The river reached her chest, tail resting on the surface tension of the water, she felt light and at ease in the water. Slowly she would crouch, like a crocodile idling against the coolness of the water. The flowers that were fastened in her mane would lurch into the liquid sliding away - so much for dressing up. Pursing her lips she blew them outwards causing bubbles to sprout along her maw. She had every desire to suffocate in the water’s depth rather than to live another day, had she chosen to receive her memories she would have called for Mnemosyne to come and take them back. A cruel fate for what had happened, however, it was not like those who were in olympus would miss her. For all she knew the others had already died in their own tragic ways and awoken into the state of… this.

Sea-foam hues would watch as another of her arrangements would slip from fur and downstream, much to her surprise a visitor had gathered against the water’s edge. Her eyes narrowed as she stood back up on all fours, leaving the stream and snaking back to the shore. Several feet away from the individual, “What are you looking at?” She snapped out, “Pervert.” With a gesture of a huff she turned her back to him. Sopping wet fur would become damp in a few moments as she twisted her form to remove the excess water. What she had hoped for alone time was nothing of the sort - instead a peep show to some strange wolf who had a staring problem.

Quickly did she turn her gaze back to the other and sure enough - two orbs of blue had found themselves back on her. Though the look of his reminded her of seeing Hades naked for the first time by accident. The sheer look of horror and… what was his problem. Sure she was not as beautiful like the goddess she used to be but she knew she was far from ugly. Her heart squeezed in her chest… wait what if compared to others she -was- ugly.

Amphitrite would smooth out her fur with two paws, much like a human would do with a comb or brush. Curse these paws, they were good for nothing. Deciding to just ignore him, maybe he would head in a different direction - leave her be since she was just oh so hideous! She sniffed at her coat, wild flowers and the cleanliness of the fresh spring died out some of her natural aroma. Worry not, she cared little for this… creature's opinion.
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He continued to stare at her until she called him a pervert. To which he just stared and progressively got more passive aggressive with his eyes. Pervert?! Who the hell was this bitch calling a pervert when he himself was more often than not perved on?! Sitting down on his haunches, the boy craned his neck to look down on her. First he watched her for a second before tilting his chin away in hopes to offend while he looked down his nose to the whore. Rio felt his nostrils flare as he stared at the drowned rat, his lip peeling back to sneer. 

"What the fuck are you looking at?" he grunted, his words laced with potent venom.

"Bitch."

He turned his attentions away from the fish, his mouth filling with a bitter taste as he realised he'd drunk the same water she bathed in. His already unsettled stomach curled and he gagged, parting his jaws and wiping his tongue with the back of his paw. 

"I can't believe I drank that shit."

Fucking vile.

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There were no words for the mountain beasts that she had been visited by lately, how in the devil did these creatures live to provoke others? Of course Amphitrite did not believe she was in the wrong, I mean… she had the right to ask what he was looking at.

Wishing that the male was a mute, unfortunately, he had a mouth on him just as the other wolf did. She was sure that there was something in the water that made everyone so hostile. She shook out her fur once more, this time it was of annoyance. Deciding it best to keep her thoughts to herself - her ears flew upwards and she was quick to turn her head in the audacity the… Her mouth gaped open. Did he just? She moved to wipe a paw against her ear, quickly moving up to all fours. She would have loved for him to say it again.

Eyes enraged with the fury of the seven seas she once commanded. Wanting nothing more than to unsheathe her daggers and drag them along his neck. She was quick to leave those desires to rest, emerging a few paces now in front of the other, “What gives you the right to call me a bitch, I simply was asking a peeping tom a simple question.”

Catching sight of his gagging, her paw moved to press against her chest, “Gross, go throw up in the bushes.” Amphitrite could not believe she was giving this male even the attention he kept craving from her. The last words that evoked from her mouth she couldn’t help but laugh, ”I was just thinking the same thing about that mouth of yours.” She practically hissed. Her annoyed expression visible on her features, there was no reason to hide her dislike for this beast.

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Lowering his paw to the floor, he gave her a side eye and a sharp exhale of mile amusement, his lip twisting into a cynical smirk. Getting insulted didn't give him the right to call someone out? Pathetic.

"You're obsessed with yourself," if he had a gun at his hip and a knife strapped to his leg, this bitch would be mauled into the ground but even then he still found his teeth thirsting for her flesh between them. Whoooa body, calm down. The emotions this man felt were strong and he couldn't explain how much more on fire he felt each time he got annoyed. It was like wildfire that spread. The moment she moved was the moment he stood, pushing her chest out like she owned the world. Who was she in this body to think she held any power over him let alone what his thoughts were. 

He hated people that put words in his mouth or thoughts in his head. 

Rio would rather throw up on her oh so perfect flowery mane. And that bosom she'd pushed out... Fucking hell, to be proud of such a small bust was laughable. It only brightened his smirk, pulling the corners wider as he faced the witch with his head held high, chin tilted down a little to protect his sweet spot and stood squarely. Pride was obvious as he stood in his glory, ready for any reactivity she could possibly give him as he closed the distance between them. 

"You don't know what a pervert is or you might know what this mouth could do." he uttered sharply beneath his breath, a conversation for the two of them as his cold coloured eyes watched her face for any reaction. He was ready to dance away if need be, his legs beginning to vibrate within at the chance of him having to flee her gnashing jaws.

Bite the bait, bitch.

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He managed to get something right in that pea-size brain of his. His words felt like a feather drifting against her chest, it certainly did not hurt her feelings. She could not fathom someone not being obsessed with themselves, if they were not they simply were deemed hideous. A wilting flower looked better than this male before her, hell, maybe even a steaming pile of goat shit. Why in the heck was he just so infuriating? He reminded her of someone… a man in which she fell hard for in her past with the carefree attitude to contribute to the cause. Orbs of green and blue would simply look past the other for a moment, as if something was found more interesting than the weak insult he had bellowed her way.

His composure turned into defense, watching as his temper got a hold of the wolf that entangled his body. She felt it too, the way she wanted to leap and pin him to the ground. Wrestle amongst the waters edge until one of them found their muzzle sinking into the water - she wanted him to beg for his life. Amphitrite was not a goddess that chose violence so easily, instead she found herself rather susceptible to having a calm mind. This earthen toned male was surely to get the better of her actions as she tried to refuse the urge to tango in the mud. Besides, it would ruin her perfectly clean coat and who would find her attractive in such a state?

His smirk, her paw twitched at the inner demons fighting to lash out and strike. Claws would dig into the earth, instead of his face. Taking in a deepened breath, her ears caught onto the last of his words. It was her turn to smirk and even so much as laugh in his direction, “I am sure the only thing that mouth can do is make someone drier than the desert.” They were closer now, her own form stepping to match his. Shoulders squared, of course she was used to fighting with swords and fist - as well as the sea to control - but she was sure she would be able to get the hang of this wolf form.

Tango. If you dare, pervert.

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He grinned and a low chuckle broke from his ivory chest, bubbling from his mouth. Rio lowered his head and brought it parallel with his shoulders. The grin was lopsided and could be looked up as charming to many, toothy and teasing, like the cocky man he truly was within. 

"Touché, dog breath." was all he said, finding her comment rather amusing despite not wishing anything to come from her mouth at all. If only she could've seen him in his human form, what a dream that would be. His dark brunette mop of bouncy curls, often slicked back to show his undercut. His sharp jaw, square and yet tapered into his chin. Freckles dotted his nose, though were untraceable in the dark months of winter. The two different styles of hair were like day and night; a true show of his work to life balance. Or at least, work to work since life was naught but to breathe and have a beating heart. He was either a child at heart in the body of a man in a suit with a holster strapped to his chest. 

That or he had his legs spread. Something he fully intended on keeping a reality, once he could get to grips with his... body. 

Dysmorphia plagued him as he stared at the she-wolf before him and a wave of insecurity washed over him. He had to ignore it to stay in character. He gently bit his lip and lifted a single brow in the banshee's direction as he neglected to look anywhere by her lacking chest, before dragging his eyes up to meet her own. She'd either be his first experiment to see if he could get his cock hard or his first homocide, the latter seemingly like the easier mess to clean up instead of his bruised ego.

"Wanna find out if you're telling the truth, Darlin'?"

He wasn't going to charge her for this experience, though he might have to for the next.

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The rumbling of a chuckle escaped the male’s form, watching it bleed out like the plague into the air. Position changing, watching him become insync with his shoulders. A grin accompanied the laughter and if she were in a different mood she would even find such actions charming. However, the mouth on the individual gave her anything but a roll of her eyes. Her ears flattened as he insulted her breath, “Dog breath? If anything I think that is your upper lip you are smelling.” As they began to hurl insults in each other's directions, it seemed their hesitancy to fight hung in the balance. She was sure if they continued it would only end with his mouth full of dirt.

She wondered if he even believed in a higher being, many learned about the Greek gods as myths but in every aspect they were real. Worshiped by many, one would only pray to their gods and goddess to bring forth their desires. Perhaps in another timeline she would show this male just who he was dealing with. Instead, she would allow her words to continue to taunt the soul of this male. The faltering was quiet but still there and she knew she had hit a nerve commenting on his sexual perdicaments.

Her smirk would continue to hold, before faltering altogether as he suggested such a thing. Please, there was no way that these bodies could fulfill the sexual desires of the sea goddess. Refusing to believe it, she was unsure how to work such a form in the ways of primal sex. Surely, this… it just wasn’t possible and even so this male was so provoking. Knowing the various buttons to hit and it took much to keep the goddess stunned for words. Instead, she could simply scoff - sea foam orbs would roll to the opposite end. Shaking her head viciously, “I would rather not get a paper cut from that dry ass tongue of yours.”

Her tail would swish, “Now what is it you are waiting for, get out of my face before I bite.” An empty threat, having no intentions of sparring and getting dirty. Her cheeks would flare from embarrassment from what was said earlier, not realizing just how much his words would cause her to fluster. Stupid.

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His smile became savage and a bubble of melodic laughter rumbled in his chest. 

"Why are you so obsessed with my dry tongue? See something you like?" the boy couldn't help himself but tease the poor banshee, his cerulean eyes giving her a quick wink. The way her expression paused had him knowing for sure he'd hit a soft spot for her. But then again, it was all just words for he really had no idea what this body could do. Let alone, knew whether it could actually do anything at all. 

Stepping away, the red man lowered his head and appeased his greater good, his smile falling to one of a softer nature. Rio would give it a rest for now. 

"Alright, alright, I'll pack it in – for now." his eyes steadily lifted to meet the she-wolfs once more and he gave her a stupid, almost apologetic boyish grin. He'd almost been castrated by the poor woman after all, but that's what you get for calling him a pervert! The pervert will show his true colours.

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