Breathing Fire

Whatever had happened to the lands had stopped. The little dragonness had awoken once more in a strange but also familiar setting of the same lands but shuffled around differently than before. The Ennemies of the Sheep were nowhere to be found and it was unbothersome. Those lackeys were expendable and she would happily move on. Although she wondered where those children were that she shat out before the great shift.

Whatever. If they couldn’t keep up, she wouldn’t look back.

Moisture clung to the surroundings of the reddish woods as blossoms decorated the grounds and trees. The snows were scattered now and she had no boundaries to remain in the frosted North guarded by mountains.

Nearby the brush rustled catching the attention of russet ears. With a rumble in her belly she was quick to move, fangs glistening in the dim rainy light as whatever or whoever it was could come face to face with the fire that was Hothieriel.
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Fire she was.

He had become a moth to it, in a sense. The whole woodlands seemed to carry red tinges, but she was living fire. The kind that moved without care for what surrounded it. It churned something in his gut that he had not felt in a long time.

Rain doused neither one of them or their flames.

But now it seemed like the fire wished to burn him.

He only steadied himself with a hard wide stance. Head only slightly lowered to protect himself from being immediately snuffed out by the living flame full of sharp teeth.

Why had he made no move to better defend himself or stop her? He did not know.

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Sticks and leaves poked and scraped against her skin as she burst through to get to the stranger who hid in the foliage. Nose wrinkling at the scent, familiar... too familiar. Was that bastard back again?

The stranger bearing a familiar cologne didn't soothe her flickering flames but the scent did at least stop her from shredding the fool who did nothing to protect himself.

“Tell me, who leads those losers now?” She grinned. A sharp, gator-like grin. “And who the fuck are you?! Creepy bastard staring at a woman from the bushes.” good to know Hothie has never changed even if her own gang of miscreants were gone, she held herself no different.

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Losers.

He had remained oblivious to any turmoil that Hrafnsvaktin had or once had. After all, to his knowledge, they seemed...closed off. He did not expect the random fire to come licking flames of accusations.

“Losers? I do not know vhat you mean.” And despite the blunt cut of his own voice, there was honesty there too. Yet she called him names as well. Somehow he still did not find himself entirely turned away by the flame's brandings.

“Bartel.”

Spoken as if he wished to appease the fire and offer himself to her flames. He toyed with great danger and it delighted him!

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“You know exactly what I mean.” Despite his answer, despite his face being completely unfamiliar to her and to the brief time she had spent in their borders, the woman didn’t let up. “Hrfnavsking.” With how confident she uttered the name, one would have thought she didn’t completely butcher it without a care in the world for insults.

“Bartel-” Only nailing the pronunciation because she immediately parroted it from his introduction. “Did that pale bastard send you to spy?” Both excitement and anger rose, battling one another for dominance. Stjor was never one she was completely interested in, but he proved to be fun. Challenged her in every way. Fur bristling on her golden cape, tail lashing while teeth threatened along his skin teasingly.

No matter how much time had passed. How many faces or the land beneath their feet had shifted - somehow that man and his family still managed to be a thorn in her side still to this day. “What about that fucking tiger, is he still around?” Or his fuck buddy, Valmua?

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It was close enough for a man who frequently muddled the name with his own accent.

Yet now he knew he must double down and lean into the things he did not understand. He refused to let the fire burn the mountain he called home now. He would contain her flames to just himself if he must.

“You think me a man who spies upon vomen for other men? I amh hurt.”

She knew nothing of him and it showed brilliantly in that moment. Still he stone-walled and still he wondered what on earth her history could be. Raging about a tiger. He had never seen such a thing in his life.

“But you speak nonsense, feuerkuss — firekiss. I ahm a medic, I can look at your head, no?”

He did not mean to belittle, but her flames burned and raised it out of him.

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Well - this took a turn she wasn't expecting. Nor was it too upsetting (because lets be honest, Hothie is always upset and never pleased with anything ever). “I think that bastard is slimy enough to send someone.” She corrected, weaving this conversation her own way and only dipping a toe in this guy's tales. Whatever reason he was here, it seemed he wouldn't say it outright all too easily.

Playful as this man may be or no, he was playing with fire. And anyone bold or stupid enough to do so is bound to get burned. Lashing out at his low-key remark about her head - perhaps thinking she could be stupid or sick - either way the little dragoness wasn't going to let it go. “I'll give you a nice close look.” She hissed right before striking. Hoping to snag his muzzle with a few teeth of hers.

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But the skin was thin there and it wept freely beneath her dragon teeth.

Pinpricks of blood welled and he, in all his holiness perhaps, only turned the other cheek. Let her mar his face beyond what was already there. Let her leave her memories in his flesh as others already had before.

The only part of it all that bothered him most of all was the way it endeared him. The feuerkuss did not roll over or fall silent in his stone walling. She searched for answers with teeth and blunt words.

“Maybe you vill let me look close again, feuerkuss — firekiss.” He dared to breathe the words between clenched teeth trapped within his bleeding muzzle.

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Ivories tore through flesh that offered little resistance.

And still; he offered --

Nothing.

Hothieriel in the moment grinning. Thinking to herself in victory.'Ha! Pussy!' Mistaking his calmness for shock. As he turned the other cheek, she stood in false victory. Banner cantering in a curl above her squared hips and only stopping for the words he uttered after a too short of a pause. “Maybe you vill let me look close again, feuerkuss.”

A pause.

'The fuck did he just say?' There she stood, still, soaking in not tear and shock - but a placid dare. Well that was unexpected. Taking a moment longer than most others would need to understand what was happening; Hothieriel straightened. Pulling her head back and away to stare the man down the barrel of her muzzle. “Work for it.” —

She dared back.

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everything is only an attempt :D he can miss/hit as much as you like!

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Oh, but he was a man who loved the work! He delighted in the tasks and the natural orders.

She only fed him with her flames.

His own goal was not to make her bleed or tear her flesh. Instead he only wished to push back against her and goad her into further banter, struggle, excitement. So he raised a thick scarred forelimb to put on her shoulders while his jaw reached to grapple any part of her that he could get.

It was greedy in its nature and he did not hide it.

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I was so under the influence with that last post I'm surprised you understood anything from that LOL!

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Well shit. Colour her surprised, pleasantly surprised by all this. Bartel didn't cower or take insult from a woman like Hothieriel spitting fire at him with venomous fangs poised to pierce his flesh. Instead he seemed to yearn for it. Pleased by the attention.

He was sick.

At this realization she grinned a hideous toothy smirk. Pushing against his pressure on her shoulder, planting blackened nails into the soil. “Don't treat me like a pussy, work for it bitch.” She growled against his pathetic attempt to grapple with her. Taking in a soft mouth of her flesh as if she was some kind of fragile china that mom wanted for thanksgiving dinner with the family.

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oh my god i WISH i was that coherent in my writing under the influence LOL

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Vulgar words cut through his flesh and mind.

It ignited something within him. More, more, more. A hungry beast at her whims.

Now he focused his attention upon her scruff, prepared to gather as much of it as he could into his jaws with a firmer grip now. Still he pressed his weight heavy upon her, inclined to use his strength and size here. Especially with how she goaded him into doing such!

The rain and wisteria seemed to weep around them in a scene too soft for the two beasts that tangled among it.

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wheeze im glad!

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That was much better. The rolls of her growls shifted into one of sick pleasure. “Atta boy.” The pur rough through clenched fangs.

Just as promised with more umph in his 'attack' she followed through with her own. His weight upon her attempted to shake off with a violent quake, teeth lashing out in gator-snaps with saliva stringing from teeth every time the ivories attempted to break skin once more.

Get a nice close look she thought humorously to herself. Having honestly the time of her life in this strange little encounter of theirs. Even with her smaller figure she'd try to grapple him. Doing her best to get a mouthful of skin off his back and hang and tug like some pittbull trying to get a stick from its branches. Kicking back in the mud with her hind legs to try and get a grip and bring the man back down onto the ground.

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She quaked and snapped. The death rolling of a reptilian behemoth. The tender flesh of his chest caught, the thin skin along his limbs. Each slice that raised blood to the surface in either bruise or wound only enticed further.

Even when she grappled upon his side and back like an incessant toddler.

If it was the ground she wished for, he wanted to bring them both down to it. No matter the danger that may await him once he lowered himself to such a level.

His mouth opened either way, seeking that fire-kissed flesh, hoping to hold onto her still no matter which way they went.

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He didn't make it easy - not pandering to the woman to fan an already burning flame - nor was he fighting back tooth and nail but the perfect balance of -- whatever was happening. He moved under her pulling. Toes getting a better grip of the moistened earth underneath and not once did she stop pulling on Bartel believing his movements were in her plan.

A shallow one. One she didn't fully think through. But in this moment it felt like victory once more was within her grasp. The man's teeth took their own pound of flesh, easily keeping the little dragonness from moving away from the falling behemoth even when she noticed just a little too late. Letting her own vice grip go, she scrambled to no success. Feeling his grip upon her back and within seconds felt the mighty beast on her.

Teeth grinding to silence a yelp of surprise since she wasn't wounded, but simply shocked. Lashing out one final time with soft teeth, a twist of the neck, and give a low smokey chuckle while trying to tug on the man's cheek. Attempting not to puncture skin, but express just the joy she felt.

A strange sensation really.

Not rage, just, fun.

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Like her flame colors, she was warm against him.

Against his cheek in a way that suggested she did not seek to scar his face (more than it already was) but meant to only convey...something. He did not dare try to pin the emotions of the feuerkuss. Instead he only offered a gruff rumble against the thick of her fur and flesh.

He did not think about how nice this moment was among the exchange of teeth and shoving.

He reached for her ear now to test his teeth upon it and seek if she still stayed so warm beneath him.

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Blues widened at the rumble against her. How it made her toes curl to hear and jaw tighten to a pinch against his flesh between fangs. The fiery woman couldn't be tamed, and Bartel didn't seem interested in taming - but instead she was being handled. With fingers singed, as the scars across his face and legs mirrored, she burned but no inferno was threatening to consume.

Shoving against him with her whole body as his own teeth touched the woman's ears, she wouldn't be gentle - but pushy. Not exactly being subtle by ramming her hips against his side. For once, she had decided beyond just the creation of children; that this one would do.

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And just as with each movement before, he played to her hand.

He did not seek to cool her fires, nor did he flatter himself in thinking that he could. Instead he only sought to be coal to her fire. So that he might goad her too and entice her to amuse him further with her antics that delighted him so.

So when her hips rammed into his side, he tugged her closer. This time he wanted to wrap a scarred and newly marked (he would wear her teeth in his flesh like a charm, he thought) forelimb around her waist.

Another low sound in his throat — not born of anything other than getting a rise out of her. He wished only for her flames to consume.

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Not a single care could be given if her initial accusation of him being a creep from the beginning was true. That maybe being a spy for a creep or creeping around for himself was the original intent - but the single fuck she held on to was long gone. In fact, Hothieriel couldn't remember the last time she was holding onto that shit she used to give.

His leg hooked around her waist. Anticipation burning through her in an instant.

She curled against his underside, following the rumble that vibrated through him and soaked it in herself. Feeling the rattling of her bones against the force. Never really being good when being teased. Being withheld what she wanted - the little dragon pressed into him. Leaning back with a growl of her own demanding to be satisfied. They had gone this far - and she would do it her damn self if Bartel made her wait any longer.

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Feuerkuss burned bright.

If he wished to stroke the fires, he knew he could not make her wait. Otherwise her flames might die and her whims may lead her elsewhere. How might he forgive himself then?

So he tugged her closer and tighter. She need not growl and snap her demands any longer, even if he might have welcomed it. He would tend to her flames with strokes of passion, but not love. He did not seek to give any kind of illusions here in what he thought any of this might be.

If she wished it to only be primal bodies that gathered together beyond their clash of teeth, then he would make it nothing more. Perhaps he presented such too in the way he moved his own hips against her now.

Her core might prove just as hot as her outward flames.

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He held on tighter.

Closer -

And again she leaned back, up, toward him. In moments the ember consumed. Curled and fell into whatever rhythm was best. Every fire burned differently. Had its own dance to display to those watching and this was no different.

She only hoped he wasn't a two pump chump -

fadey fade to completion

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The soft patter of rain.

For the moments that followed after entanglement, he thought of nothing and no one but the presence flame near him. He did not think about the trek home or what might follow next. Another gnashing of teeth or another roll about. He did not feel turned away from either option.

If there might be guilt or regret, it had not bloomed yet.

And yet still he did not prod her for conversation or give any kind of thought that he was wanted beyond this moment in time. After all, she had started this conversation with accusations of losers and creeps.

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White noise and the smell of humidity against the greenery, against the perfumed flowers that speckled the landscape added to the experience.

She'd use them both up until nothing but gasps for air came from their mouths with aching muscles yearning for a rest.

All was said and done and she, once freed from his grasp, immediately shook herself off and licked any flyaway hairs she could see off her shoulders.

Once she felt presentable again, that same sharp grin splitting her maw instantly. “Tell Stjornny I said hi.” One more dash of spice from the spicy woman before she wandered off. Having had her fill of Bartel for now and needing to find a cache, a nap and eventually a bath.

She wouldn't say it, but Hothieriel may have a small desire to see this one again some day soon.

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End? :>

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