she tempts me with her glistening eyes

From the Floral Meadows, she entered the Mountain area. Her steps were at an angle, she travels the same. She entered into a small woodland, sheltered and lonely. Unclaimed land. Unwanted land. The location was eerily quiet - for a girl that liked to chirp, she found it unnerving. Ignoring this emotion, finding it weak and worthless, she continued.

Was it her imagination -

Or did she see a flash of red?

There was a keen memory in her mind's eye of fire. How it was beautiful to her, but also very dangerous. That it burnt kingdoms down without discrimination. How old figures cautioned the young about getting too close. Like a moth to the flame. Pixie blinked once, the red entering her vision once again in the near distance. Without a mind for her safety -

She followed after it.

@Cypress

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It wasn't often the phoenix drifted past the yawning fields of the meadows. But something had drawn him to the foothills of the mountains, molten eyes gazing upward at the monoliths in the distance. Their peaks cut through the clouds, gnawing at the sky. Their caps glittered with white that shimmered in the eerie, translucen glow that the moon cast down.

He'd been drifting for some time ... a blaze of flame amidst a monochrome background. He swayed when he walked, lilting to some unheard rhythm as his tail waved softly behind him. Side to side, ticking like a clock. A countdown for something unbeknownst to anyone — even himself.

And he had felt her presence for some time. Following him. A moth, drawn to his color. Or perhaps drawn to danger.

His body stopped and suddenly, he called to the silence. "Are you to come out and say hellloooo?" Sultry voice echoed into the emptiness. His tail quivered, ears pressed forward as his eyes turned to glance into the quiet shadows behind him. Perhaps she'd reveal herself. Or perhaps she wanted to play a more dangerous game. Cypress's eyes glittered, blood-red fur bristling with anticipation around his nape and shoulders.

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He tempted. Like one of those maddening will-o-the-wisps. Leading others deeper, to danger and death. Whether the wisp itself caused the harm or it had led it to the mastermind, for them to devour instead, was unknown. Simple fairytales turned dark. But wasn't she a princess? She had a part to play in her own tale, however, it had ended. She was here, wasn't she? She was allowed to write another chapter.

She chose this.

Pixie peeked around the corner of a tree, allowing him a brief respite. Her eye visible bore into his, void of emotion. Just staring, like a cryptid out of proper sight. Watching. Waiting. Seeing what amusement could be made from this person. And then? She was gone in a flash. If he was not enticed to follow her, that was on him. She felt she was perfectly good snack. She rose, pivoting on the spot, and turned and ran.

Not flee.

She did not flee.

"Where's the fun in that?"

Princesses got bored with playing nice eventually.

ooc; for trickster misc skill

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for myself: rolled 7/10 for "finding"

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A peak of her impish face was all he was allowed, that rosy cheek peeking from behind the trunk of an evergreen. A glittering yellow eye, shimmering with the heat and intensity of the flame that burned within her own soul.

A thrumming growl escaped his throat in a purring laugh, ears pressing forward as his flaming tail lashed with anticipation behind him.

She wanted a game, did she? Oh, he'd hoped she would.

Salmon tongue rolled over stained canines, a Cheshire grin gracing his features as the evening light lit his face. He heard her as she scurried ever-so-delicately away from him. She moved with swiftness, with grace ... and yet she left him room to catch up. She wasn't running, no, she was playing. Playing with fire.

She was a trickster, that much was certain, but her scent was ripe within the underbrush, and he followed her with relative ease, weaving between the brush after her. Long limbs pedaled easily over the trees — honestly, it was a blessing the skeleton had slept recently, else he'd be tripping against his own paws. But he moved with feline grace and a serpentine precision, rolling his shoulders as he hatched an idea.

From behind her, he snapped intentionally and loudly on a branch ... causing a minor cacophony if nothing else. And from there he swiveled around with new-found stealth, hoping that the loud sound would distract her long enough for him to come up on her flank and cut her off from her games. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd do with her when he found her, but he needed to see more of this fairy. Needed to know more of her.

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ooc; rolled a 9 out of 10! trickster skill 

Ah, so it was a game he wanted. Lucky for him, she wanted to be chased. The fae may be smaller than him, but she evaded him best she could - and looked good doing it, might she add. He attempted to distract her, attempted to end the chase early. She didn't like that. Since arriving in this world, it had been one fleeting moment of fun before being cut off. Dalliances aside, she was demanding and fickle. Always looking for the next best thing.

She did, however, investigate the branch snap. She did it to make him assume she was there, before ducking behind another tree. She let him see enough of her body to make him think what she wanted him to think. He chased after her, intention to pounce perhaps. She was not there anymore. If he was stupidly looking at the spot she had been, Pixie took the time to formulate a plan of action. She snuck behind him, her jaws attempting to close on his tail.

She gave it a little tug before releasing it. A cackling giggle escaped her jaws, seemingly echoing around the woodland they found themselves in. She was off again.

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8/10 for round 2 ... out of ... whatever we want XD

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She was smarter than your average fae.

Good.

As he leaped forward, more in a playful feline pounce than much else, he was confident his paws would strike her pink skin. However, he was graced with nothing but a mouthful of branches and undergrowth. A harsh and decisive spit got the evergreen out from between his teeth as the playful yoink of his tail caused him to twist around behind him. The tug sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins, lighting him up with vigor and fire. Her blushed frame shot off into the undergrowth again, and he could hear the way her silence laughed at him.

The forest was alight now with fairy trails, and he could see the way her energy weaved between the trees.

She was like a firefly, and he could see her ... trace her. Fascinating and beautiful and probably very delicious.

He grew silent, sinking deep into the shadowy undergrowth as he followed her now, taking on a different approach. Hot breath traced the ground, and he could smell rosewood on the roof of his mouth as he breathed her in. She slid forward, and so did he, but this time he made no sound. Not a single noise until the silence ate them apart. "Apate — a goddess with the personification of trickery and deception," he hummed the faux-name ... his voice a purr that would reverberate from the shadows as he neared her. The smoky musk of his breath announced him as he neared her.

Oh, she was a troublemaker.

And Cypress was a greedy, eager monster. Unhinged.

And he sat in silence, drifting against the blackness and simply listening for her breathing. Simply allowing the silence to grow and waiting for her to make ... a move. A mistake? No, she'd never. Or perhaps, she'd grow curious enough to move close to him as well. Perhaps they'd meet nose to nose in the darkness. The fairy and the beast. A match made in heaven.

In all the stories, the beast won.
But it would seem this little lady had an idea all her own.

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ooc; rolled a 8 out of 10! trickster skill 
round 3 out of 3 lol

Her teasing did work. She could look back on that with a wicked little grin. The man followed, and it was his turn to draw to a flame. Would it burn him back, or had he been used to this dance before? The petty part of her wanted to be unique and clever, even if others were leagues above her in that regard. That was what these dances were all about - learning and growing. With no beast to tie her down now, locking her away in his castle... She was free to do what she liked.

Unfortunately, she'd be a bee in the pretty bonnet of anyone that struck her as amusing. For her, this man was a prime example. He played along, even if he was burning with something else entirely. It didn't have to be entertaining, but it could be unsafe. But he played along for now, until he got what he wanted. The fae made sure she was what he wanted. So when he stopped and tried to locate her, willing her to draw closer, she waited. Her brain ticked and ticked with potential.

She circled him, going behind the massive beastie. There was some distance between them, and her steps were as light as he had been. Pixie glanced down at a rock, smooth and small. She resisted smacking it, aiming it at his head. That... was a mistake. It could very well enrage him. She left it alone.

 "Follow me, follow me,
 Over brake and under tree
 Follow me, follow me,
 Laugh and leap and scramble!"

Instead, she sang softly. A siren to his ears, beckoning him to turn and come to her. It was an impasse. She drifted backward, avoiding any branch or stick. Her pale eyes shone in the fairy lights, visible to the man of crimson. If he wasn't quick, she'd be gone. A memory to look back on and regret not a chance taken.

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rolled 8/20, Pixie can PP me next turn hehe

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The moonlight glittered through the trees, and the hunter stalked intently after his prey. It was a satisfying combination of curiosity and desire that caused the blood in his veins to heat. Boiling. Hungry pupils dilated, saliva pooling in the back of his throat. Mind you, he wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do with her when he caught her ... but all he could think about was the softness of her rosy pink skin in his grasp. The taste of her on his tongue.

Her voice rang from the darkness like the lilting coo of a siren. He could almost see the words on the breeze, light and golden and tingling. They traced patterns around the sky, winding around his ears and flowing into him. Those words ... they broke up the cacophony of his brain. He heard those words. And suddenly, he was wondering if she was real at all. Perhaps she was a well-timed vision. Perhaps ... perhaps ... (perhaps he was crazed again!) He would have laughed, but instead, he followed after her, just as the stories foretold.

Predictable.
The siren would have her prey.

But willing prey often had a worse taste than those tinged with fear.

He could see her, silhouetted in the blackness but outlined by the cold light of the moon. She glowed there, an apparition. Apate. The vision, the siren. Talons raked the soft earth, every muscle in his body visibly tensing just moments before his haste pressed him into leaping at her. The Hellhound unleashed himself, a beast of chaotic energy and flame charging toward the innocent fairy. Only to know what she felt like. Only to know if she were real ... or an apparition. And there was only one way to do that.

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ooc; trickster skill
 

And just like that, another round.

He collided with her, and she rolled with his body. The man of fire had properly about twenty seconds of looking at her in all her glory under him, before - before... "Hmph" the fae huffed, taking advantage of his stupid bewilderment. Taking another chance. It was just too easy to play with this one. She slipped a decisive limb under him, slipping under his massive frame. He was much larger than she, but she was tiny enough to get under and over. Quite easily.

Pixie would pause all of five seconds, allowing him disappointment. Perhaps even anger. She shook herself free before she turned on him. Not an aggressive woman at all, she was more in tune with trickery. But this time there was clear intent; her jaws opened and she lunged at his side, aiming for his exposed neck. She gripped it firmly, allowing the shock to take over and him to make yet another stupid mistake. If he fumbled, she tripped him. He fell. 

She released her hold to position herself over him, pinning the man. Having jumped onto him, she used what weight she had. A decisive paw was placed on her 'prize' and his chest. She smirked, triumphant. Her head lowered and she poked her peach nose against his blackened one. Got you. And leaned back. "Now" the fae purred "what to do with you?" Of course, she had a few ideas.

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escort

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Bodies collided, fire hitting against that warm, pink ice.

Heaven.

Elation triggered. And they rolled together, tumbling together. And for a moment, his fangs snapped on the empty air — thinking he would collide with the soft flesh of her neck. And met nothing but the thickness of the deep, midnight air. But he did not give up, his flaming facade unrelenting against the dampened midnight.

She flipped her body over him decisively, a harsh grunt pressing him into the dampened earth. A devious smile pulled his serpentine lips upward. Despite his loss, he was decisively devious. A soft smile pulled at his lips as she flipped over him and left him slapped harshly to the earth below. And something about him loved it. But the question was: could she contain the demon? Or was it merely a ploy at power?

"Now, what do do with you?"

He shuddered.

"You tell me," he beckoned eagerly, a slithering force beneath her. His eyebrows raised, a glimmer of teeth emerging from the midnight. The tyrant was but a flaming mass of tempered regret, those hot golden eyes staring into her — through her.

'Play with me,' — he begged.

He wanted everything. Anything. All things.
   But only from her.

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Her smirk grew, wicked and wild. Firefly lights in her eyes, ebbing between dark and luminosity. Pixie leaned into him again, her neck arching to the side. Her jaws were inches from his neck now. She could tell he was excited, enraptured, ready to receive her. Whatever she wanted. She could, hell, kill him and he'd enjoy the process. Lucky for him, she just wanted one — little — thing.

"Mm mm mm..."

Uncontained by that Beast now, she was free to indulge in sin. Or was it femininity? Power? Lust? She had been locked away for what seemed like ages, unreleased. Now she was an adult, no scared little ignorant yearling. "I think" she breathed against his cheek "I just want to fuck you." No giggles, no laughter. She wanted to be freed from the shackles of innocence. What others perceived her to be.

And if he was already eager, why deny such an opportunity? 

So, he could stand to do this one little thing for her. She won after all. He was the prize, and she knew who - or rather, what - she wanted. Pixie lowered herself over him, just enough for her to slip. Just as she had done - slipping into this world without a care or worry. A shudder of delight went through her, combined with the pain of loss. But that would, ah, ebb away in time. He'd be her first, not her last. And once he unchained her, she was free to roam.

"So" she leaned her upper body away from him "fuck me."

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escort

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he temptress hovered over him, the sweet smell of her breath washing over his face. Those pink slippers pressed firmly into his golden chest, the rattle of his heart pounding as a tongue rolled over alabaster canines. Flames danced behind his golden eyes, a labyrinth of unreadable emotion as he devoured her with his eyes alone.

She slid her face dangerously closer to him, and his muzzle slipped up, exposed canine rubbing against the side of her cheek ... as she whispered sweet nothings into his ears. The suggestion of danger was there, and yet ... she was suddenly deadly serious — "I just want to fuck you." The words slithered from her lips, dripping like venom, more a demand than a suggestion. The feral beast purred beneath her, watching the way her body moved. He could smell the dew on her breath. He could practically bathe in the electricity that swelled between them.

"So, fuck me."

Breath escaped his lips through smiling teeth —

A sudden swell took the phoenix, his body lifting to shift the tide of his weight up into her. A growl rumbled from deep within him, a hunger unleashed by the siren herself. She had called to him, and he had answered — and he was prepared to take his prize, regardless of the consequences.

As he lifted himself up, he dragged his flame-colored flank along her own, spreading the static and lighting the senses. Eager teeth clacked at the air as he nipped at her flanks, her thighs, tasting the edges of her fur. Hot breath met her skin, eager to devour, and yet, he took his time. She was not a meal he could indulge in all at once. There was something more to her, despite the feral nature of their encounter.

Apate, the goddess of deception, was within his grasp.
And perhaps that was what she wanted.
Perhaps she'd tricked him into it.

But it did not matter, because he wanted it, too.

Fire swelled between them, and after those moments of tantalizing play, the phoenix would draw himself closer, closer, as close as he could ... his hot skin pressed hard against her own. The siren and the Cerberus. Finally, their sinister and sensual game of cat and mouse was over; and they would both have what they desired.

Fade to black.

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She always assumed she'd be pinned her first time. It felt good this way, better this way... Made her appear she was in control when in reality she was a less-than-blushing virgin. His breath was hot against her, nipping and biting in places that made her arch her back, moaning and flickering against him. Gentle touches, subtle and patient. She recalled she didn't even know his name — did it even matter now? They'd soon know each other quite intimately.

Her toes flexed against his body, stretching out and curling. The foreplay just made her want him even more. Pushing against him, more or less a cat kneading, the fae felt suddenly weary of the attentiveness he showed. She growled, a flashing of her teeth. "Now" she commanded him after some time had passed. She could have just forced him - he was below her after all but knew if she took him that way; his manly feelings could lack confidence. Lack focus. Doubts. He'd be unable to finish what he started.

If you make me wait I'm going to find someone else more willing! Pixie snaked her jaws out, opening and closing around his neck. The hold was gentle enough, more intimate and teasing. She nibbled his throat for a bit, teasing his skin before moving upward, planting nips and bites. She found... this one was complacent with her own back and forth. He was, in all ways, ready. He moved and arched his body into her own. Fitting like a piece of the puzzle. The fae gasped, a low moaning groan to show she liked it.

Electricity, pain, fire... Whatever. It soon tuned out, with nothing but pleasure as they moved against each other.

FADE TO BLACK

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