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Beautiful Scars


Late Evening
#1
07-09-2022, 12:29 AM (This post was last modified: 08-22-2022, 05:05 PM by Lemon. Edited 1 time in total.)


She left. Satan had given her the option and in doing so she would take the opportunity. Her breath hitched as the fleeting light would disperse from the desert. No. No. Her eyes would bolt back and forth as the evening light would flicker. Her paws continued, running further and further away from what she had known for the last few months. She felt as if she had been running for hours and her lungs wished nothing more than to collapse in her chest. She pushed herself - driving her body to continue on and not to look back. There was no reason for her to go back to the caverns. The cloak of the night soon began to saunter further, the stars would be the only indication of her traveling. North. She knew she was bound to find something if she kept going…

The temptation to pause in her flight continued in her head, but she was not far enough to relinquish those desires. Her body had limitations and she could feel herself succumbing to rest, her giant began to slow. Lungs burning from the lack of oxygen before her body would fall against the fleeting warmth of the sand. The sky of lilacs and gold would disperse as a deepened purple and blues would fall to the earth. Her eyes would flutter upwards, her chest moving swiftly in and out as she tried her best to catch her breath. Desperation in each gasp as she placed a paw in front of her. Shakily she would pull herself upwards, her head between her front legs as she coughed.

Eyes of honey and sage would close momentarily, she would not cry. She could not… damn it. Tears would fall against her cheek, she had nowhere to turn. Wishing that this was all a nightmare and she would awake in her family den. Her brothers and sisters sleep soundly around her and the snores of her pa in the other section of the burrow. Blinking the tears away, Lemon knew what had happened but she did not want to remember. She would rather remain with her head in the clouds. Just lost… lost and not forgotten. She couldn’t be forgotten. Could she?

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#2
08-22-2022, 08:01 PM
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The weak called to him.

He sniffed them out like a blood hound.

Odin set his path for chaos and Bjorn was happy to oblige.

This time it drew him to the desert, the fucking awful sand between his toes but the man saw her ahead and knew the sand wasn't important. She was. All delicate and gasping, fragile in every way that counted. The Viking slunk forward with a lashing tail, a slither of his tongue against wanting lips.

English wasn't strong for him here. He thought it didn't matter. Or maybe it did. Did he want to romance her the way he had Isidore and get her thinking she was safe? Or did he want to cut to the chase? He thought about it on his approach but left it to their reaction. Her reaction would seal the deal, he decided. ^^

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#3
08-29-2022, 04:15 PM


A desert flower, slowly withering away with time as the pity party began to commence, where she was supposed to go. What was her purpose now that she understood that there was no turning back to the life in which she had lived previously? Reincarnated… had she displeased the fates into giving her such a life of impending doom. Surely, she was not as favored as others but had she ultimately deserved the destiny in which she was supposedly given? A torturous soul, beckoning out to find the happiness as well as the goodness in others only to be met with lies and deceit.

Still… she could not help but want to forgive him. Had he only lied to bring her closer, but even so why make Satan look like the bad guy? He had done nothing but lead her to the truth. Paw would wipe away the tears that fell into the sand below. The world slowly turned cooler as the setting sun was upon them. Darkness would only bring danger… she had to keep moving. Had to continue onwards, even if it meant running into the unknown. She would be in charge of her future from now on.

The change of wind brought forth a different scent, her tail tucked between her legs. Had she forgotten that she was in a vulnerable state to those of the opposite sex? Leaving the caverns in her state… Satan had said he would protect her but that promise was broken when she stepped away from the caverns she called her cage. Her ears sulked downwards, feeling the eyes crawl along her fur. Looked in various directions for shelter but all there seemed to be was dirt. ‘Fudgsicles’ She cursed to herself, quickly saying sorry about her foul language. A female in heat - alone - gave way to several options. She was not much of a fighter but if it meant keeping herself pure then by all means bring it on.

She peered behind her, the worrisome expression known as she settled on her rump. Praying he would not notice such a scent she excrete off. Her ears perked forward as she pulled her strength, a smile forming. Warmth radiating, as if she was the desert sun, “Howdy, I ain’t seen you ‘round here before… uh… I am Lemon… Sorry, I am just a little lost at the moment.” Grinning wider, her eyes closing momentarily as she turned her head to the side, “Don’t suppose you can help direct me outta here?”

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#4
08-29-2022, 04:59 PM
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She was one of the sweet ones.

Briefly, the Viking was reminded of Isidore. The little cream petal who he had charmed and subsequently destroyed, taking the vision in one eye with him and leaving her belly with his whelps. Bjorn had enjoyed himself, the dark sense of charming one into a false sense of security and then ripping the ground from beneath their paws --- sometimes, it just tasted better than an outright aggression.

The little thing had done it to herself, he thought cruelly, coming out here alone in the state that she was and thinking that everyone she might come across would hold some care. Bjorn flicked his ears to the sound of her voice, further solidifying what he knew: one of the sweet ones. He felt it, the stirring in his belly as the weak called to him, all wrapped up in a timber coloured package. 

Bjorn smiled, his mask falling into place as he shook his head, "is okay," came his broken voice of English, wondering if his inability to properly string together a proper sentence might make her a little softer. "All get lost... sometimes," Bjorn took a few seconds to find the words, shuffling his paws as if he were nervous. "I... I am trying to... how you say, leave the... the sands? too," he rumbled, cocking his head to the side.

"We find way... together?" Bjorn hoped he sounded hopeful enough, nervous enough, that she might lower her already extremely low walls. He wanted them demolished, so that he might demolish other parts of her.
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#5
08-29-2022, 05:30 PM

The male came closer until he paused, her eyes widened as she had to turn her snout upwards to be able to get a better look at him. Comparison of the two - one would believe she was his small child and she was sure he looked at her as if she was a house cat. Petite… smaller than the average wolf - the high metabolism gave her the lean factor to her weight. No matter how much she ate it seemed as though she would not gain the muscle that was needed to make her a stronger opponent. Her fascination went to herbs and their abilities, the kind individual was not one to be caught in a fight and rather fix the ones who were broken.

Ears would swivel, he spoke with an accent and she couldn’t help but notice the language barrier, “Your English is very good for your second language.” She commented, wanting to make sure he was praised for his efforts in trying to communicate with her. He continued and her form moved upwards on all four. Tail wagging behind her, “Of course I would love the company! Ain’t no sense in us both bein’ alone and lost.” Her accent is thick with the backwoods hospitality that she was raised with.

Wait a gosh darn minute, Lemon… is this not how you were fooled last time? Her inner voice whispered but it was just that. A whisper… her stupidity was louder. The denseness that displayed within her brain certainly showed how quickly she was able to trust a stranger… again. Her head turned left and then right, before moving up to the sky. Stars showed brightly above, “I think if we keep heading North, we should be outta here in no time!”

Her newfound confidence caused her to match forward, going South… thinking that the Northern star was one of the others. Unfortunately, she would be leading them deeper into the desert.

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#6
08-29-2022, 06:43 PM
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She made him want to break his act and deliver her to his own paws but he knew that it would be sweeter if he waited, played the game and had her at the victory feast. Bjorn wondered if he did not kill her, if he could haul her around until he was finished with her. Bjorn had been doing this long enough that he had some skill in deception but it only helped that she was clearly a trusting girl, seeking to please rather than upset. She praised his English, as broken as it was, seeing as it wasn't his mothertongue.

Bjorn smiled, trying to hide the way it wanted to turn sharp and predatory, in favour of it seeming bashful, if it worked. "Kind," the Viking allowed, settling his gaze upon her as she stood and wagged her tail, probably forgetting the very scent she oozed. All she did was fan her season through the air, calling to his instincts that told him to forget the game and act like the beast he was. Bjorn withheld, knowing that it would be better the longer he held off.

Sometimes.

Today was sometimes.

Her trusting nature was too tempting to pass up.

So trusting that she agreed to travel together, to find a way out of these sands together, with little thought of if it were a real good idea to trust a stranger. Bjorn felt the saliva pool beneath his tongue, wondering how close he might get to her without scaring her away from the game she was unwittingly playing with him. "North," he agreed, knowing how to follow the stars from his travels and his wars but he did nothing to correct her.

With any hopes, she would draw them further into isolation and it would be just sands to come to her aid when it was all said and done. Bjorn walked with her, matching her steps and with look to be idly getting closer to her as he rumbled, "Bjorn," flicking his ears as he looked to the stars. "Name, name is Bjorn," he clarified as he glanced to her, pinning his ears back to further the look of being a young, bashful lad who was in the company of someone who praised him.

"Thank you," the viking murmured as he would lean over to nudge her shoulder with his nose, "English... English is hard," he stressed, "and... and you are -- pretty --" he fumbled with his words, stumbling as if he hadn't meant to say it, "nice, nice to... to under... understand?" English was fucking hard, he wasn't lying with that but if emphasising the language barrier earned him more favour with her, who was he to pass it up?

He seemed uncertain with the word choices, because really, he was, but eh, hopefully it wouldn't fuck it up. ^^

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#7
08-29-2022, 07:05 PM (This post was last modified: 08-29-2022, 07:26 PM by Lemon. Edited 1 time in total.)

Her guard began to fall away, her shoulders slowly deepening from the stiff posture that had been presented before. Having thought the individual did not seem to care for the predicament she had found herself in these few weeks. Tail continued to swish behind her until it paused, slowly slipping into a restful state, Carefully pressed to hide what was getting cast around them like ambrosia. Slipping her gaze momentarily to the other individual, she studied his form. It did not seem threatening, in fact, quite the opposite. He had a more boyish charm and genuinely wanted to get away from the desert as she did. Her naive tune would only twist the knife further into her side. Her gut continued to tell her something was wrong… something was not right. Lemon, poor Lemon, only beseeched the good in others and therefore her blindness to the wickedness of his gaze was nonexistent.

Wondering if he understood what she meant by her direction choice, it seemed moments had gone by and everything was still looking the same. They were… after all in the desert. Miles and miles of sand. Frowning, she looked back to the stars until she was quick to side-eye the other. His baritone voice caught her attention, at first she had not heard him until he repeated himself. Her smile continued to unfold, “Bjorn.” She repeated, “Sounds fancy.”

He had thanked her, his nose had touched her shoulder and she was quick to sidestep from him. Unsure, if their relationship was that close for them to be touching as of now. Explaining that English was hard, she nodded giving a small laugh, “I am sure your mother tongue would be hard for me too.” Wanting to ease away, she picked up her pace momentarily. As he said she was pretty and bashfully turned the conversation from the compliment back to how hard it is for him to understand her.

“Gee… I think we've gotten more lost.” She paused to look around, “I don’t think I went the wrong way.” Head tilting up to look at the stars she mumbled to herself, wondering which star was which, “Shoot, I don’t suppose you know which way is North. All them stars look the same.” Her ears would fall, the sensation of danger pricking against her skin. As she realized, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.


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#8
09-03-2022, 04:20 PM
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He had expected it, he had known it was too quick given the way they were strangers but it still ignited the unpredictable flame within him. He enjoyed the long game as much as anyone but not always did it pan out. Bjorn's ears flicked to her voice as he walked, struggling to maintain the fury that licked at his skin with every word that fell from her lips. She spoke so innocently, so naively and it made him want to see if she tasted that way too.

"I do," he rumbled but not giving her any more information towards what she sought, instead he stilled where he walked and looked at her. He said nothing, simply running his tongue along her lips as he grew hungry. "So sweet," Bjorn cooed, brandishing his tail above his body as he drew his claws into the sand, only giving her a moment to hear him as he lunged.

The Viking did not falter as he moved, seeking to latch onto any part of her that he could with his jaw wide and ready, teeth gleaming with hungry saliva. He didn't care what part of her he might grab to begin with, he had plenty of times in these endless sands to do what he wished for -- it was unlikely the little thing had any skills to defend herself with. She was a prime play toy. Bjorn tried to use his superior weight to force her against his mass, hoping to make it more difficult fo her if she tried to escape his teeth.
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#9
09-16-2022, 04:56 PM

Lemon had no intentions of being rude, she had thought that perhaps it was her paranoia from being in Warcrest. It could have been the fact that she was ovulating and knowing that her scent attracted the wrong kind of attention. She had not wished for her first time to be devoted to horny men, but rather to someone she trusted and loved. Like her mother had told her it was best to wait for marriage before giving all of yourself. He noticed her withdrawal and being Lemon she tried her best to smile it off. Claiming it was not a big deal and she still had no ill-will towards him. It was best to travel together in the vast lands of the desert than be alone. Little did she know that it was only for the best that she walked away from him the first time. To be reclusive and distant… the warmth that enveloped her aura continued forward. Trying her best to comfort the individual but she had no reason to be sorry. She had no reason to feel guilt for not wanting to be touched… then why did she feel the need to please him. To tell him she was sorry for pulling away.

They soon paused, she turned her attention to the stars once more and her eyes flickered in his direction. Her tail wagged, “Oh, you do! You ain’t gotta spare my feelings if ya knew we were goin’ off in the wrong direction.” She laughed embarrassed that she had been leading them wrong the whole time and he felt it was rude to tell her otherwise. Waiting for him to tell them which way they were going she was caught off guard. His words were barely audible as the ringing in her ears began to scream. To tell her to run… However, her body did not do as her mind wished. She was frozen, fear resided in her legs and instead, she cowered towards the ground. Quickly backing up, her ears folding to her skull as she bared her teeth. A warning growl, though pathetic, came from her maw, “Bjorn… please…” It was cut short as a sting of teeth gripped into her skin. It was then that she had felt her flight instinct coming to light.

She would try her best to pry herself from his jowls, knowing if he had managed to get her underneath him she would not be able to run. Claws sank into the earth as she tried her best to pull away. They slipped in the loose sand, her body sliding as he pulled her closer to his chest, “Stop… don’t… please.” A high-pitched whine moved past her lips. Her teeth were slowly exposed before she did something out of character. Twisting her form she tried her best to grab him, teeth trying to grip into the muscle of his shoulder. Desperate for her survival as she knew he would probably kill her if she didn’t fight back.


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#10
Content Warning
09-30-2022, 08:31 PM
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  • Sexuality
  • Sexual Assault
  • Non-con elements
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The problem with Bjorn was that he was unpredictable -- never did his behaviour have a normal pattern. Sometimes he had patience, sometimes he lost it, sometimes he played the long game, sometimes he lost the desire and changed up real quick. He had intended to play with her longer, thinking it would taste nicer this time round if she had garnered some sort of friendship in him yet she had forced his hand, forced him into action.

 “Bjorn… please…”

Her plea did little to phase him. It only spurred the heat in his veins to grow in intensity, his apple green gaze bright with his feral delight. Oh how he liked them to fucking beg. The Viking snarled into her fur as he applied more pressure to her, sinking his teeth into her squirming body. She attempted to fight, tried to bite into his shoulder and she did, a little, teeth grazing into his skin and he laughed into her fur, mockingly. Did she think it would put him off? No, no little petal, he desired to put you in your place. Bjorn tried to cage her between his legs, trying to force her squirming, pleading frame beneath him. He breathed heavily through his nose when he felt her beneath him, squirming into his belly and his loins.

Bjorn squeezed her between his forelegs, opting to give her as much discomfort as he could as he jerked his hips against her roughly. He didn't care to prepare her, she had forced his hand -- so he would give her the punishment she so deserved. He sheathed fully in her without a care, without grace or warmth. She had come out here with her scent so willingly, hadn't she? She should have known. If his teeth drew blood in their hold, he didn't care, her pleads only making him rut harder.
 

fade to black


The viking released her from his teeth, dropping her to the sand but he didn't move off of her. He stared down, saliva and crimson mixed in as it dangled from his tongue. "Remember," he murmured, ghosting a trail down from the crown of her head, down her spine and to the base of her tail, "me," he demanded as he slid down her tail, smelling himself and her embedded into her skin and fur and with a feral-touched grin, he bit down onto her tail with an unrelenting grip and shook his head over and over. ^^

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#11
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10-25-2022, 09:21 PM
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  • Mild Gore
  • Abuse
  • Sexual Assault

The world seemed to pause on its axis, her heart was the only sound. Even her screams had started to fade away, had she been more cautious… had remembered her mother’s words about how the world was not a place for the kindness she endured on others. Her complex of trusting others had continued to be her downfall, this was by far the worst outcome. Her paws dug deeper into the sand, desperate to emerge from the clutches of the monstrous man that held her down.

Numbness swallowed her whole, the nails that once tried to fight him off had trickled to helpless scratches amongst the sand. Her eyes opened as the world was fading to darkness, her gaze emerging towards the sky. Her ears pinned back, her voice growing smaller into the abyss. There was no one for miles… even then it was too late. Her entire womanhood was taken away from her, the innocent flower had blossomed. She could feel the sting… it hurt… everything hurt so much. Her mouth opened but it quickly tightened as her body reacted.

Disgusted. She did not enjoy this infliction but her body reacted in a way when aroused. When allowed mate… that’s all it craved. Her head pushed into the sand, trying her best to remove herself from the situation. No… no she didn’t want this. Why was this happening to her? She was good. She had always been good.

He tossed her around like a rag doll as if she was nothing more to him than easily targeted prey. Even the taste of his blood tasted atrocious against her lips. She spat, trying to remove the sand that enveloped her throat. Coughing, trying her best to catch her breath that would be taken away. He had finished… Wanting nothing more than for this nightmare to end. Tears pricked against her eyes as she felt his maw along her skull, slipping against her ears. She began to tremble, trying her best not to allow her emotions to get the better of her. He didn’t deserve to see her cry… he already took her dignity. She closed her eyes, wishing nothing more than to forget his face. She wouldn’t. His words would become embedded in her mind, haunting each dream when she fell asleep.

Sharp pain from her backside began, she screamed, loud curtailing… even the night creatures would feel a shiver. The sound of flesh removed from her form, her tail dangling in his mouth. Bone was exposed as she whined and pushed herself up on all fours. Some adrenaline rush… the will to live. The will to continue living. She ran… hard and fast. Until she blacked out against the sand.

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