Be {Careful} What You {Wish} for [Ezio]

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] It was snowing, though not heavily, so that very little penetrated the treetops of the Puzzlewood forest. Aurora sighed as she stopped to sniff at the stale scent of squirrel. She didn't mind being alone, but company would be nice. Especially male company. She sighed again, longingly. Any male company, really, mature male company. Well, maybe she'd find someone if she kept walking. Maybe. Smiling a charming, bedazzling smile, she continued on her way, her gait a slight swagger that emphasised her curves. She hadn't gone far when she spotted a crow, of all creatures, pecking at the remains of what looked to be another bird. Her grumbling belly reminding her that she hadn't eaten in several days - the only cause she had to dislike winter. Stopping where she was, she examined the distance between herself and her prey. It was just close enough for her to jump onto, but there was no telling whether it was ready for her and would fly off the moment she moved to attack. Crows were bold creatures, unlike many others. As if it had read her mind, the crow turned its head for a moment to survey her, and let out a single, harsh caw. The Siberian husky lay down on the snow-dusted ground, as if she couldn't care less what the crow was doing. It turned back to its meal, and she got up, resuming her walk. Strolling past it, she turned at the last moment and dove at the bird, her claws meeting feathers as she pinioned her prey. It flapped its wings in an effort to throw her off and escape, but it was too late for that now. Twisting her head to avoid the crow's sharp beak, she bit into its neck, hard, biting down through muscle and bone. The bird struggled, flapping its injured wings, and finally lay still. Aurora immediately set to tearing feathers off her meal, and once she could see the bird's pink flesh, she bit into it, relishing the beautiful flavour of warm, fresh meat. The first bite was gone in a matter of seconds as she continued to eat hungrily. The young bitch was so busy in the business of eating that she barely heard the sound of another canine approaching.

[Ezio°]

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' Small white flakes fell on the tattered scarred black and brown pelt as he stepped his way through the forest. Drool oozed out of his mouth, his stomach growled, and a low snarl started in his throat. He snuffed softly and clicked his teeth, stopping to dig his back foot into the crook of his ear, scratching it vigorously as he considered his thoughts before standing back up and shaking off the snow that had gathered on his pelt. With a bit of a bounce in his step, he padded his way through the forest a bit more, lifting his head to catch the scent of anything edible. Preferably something other then human food that he'd been snacking on lately. While it was easy to get, it lacked in flavor and rarely filled his ever gurgling stomach. With the winter coming, the food would get even more scarce, and he was going to need to work harder for his meal. He shifted his paws slowly towards the tree nearby and leaned against it, sniffing the ground casually, trying to catch a scent, any scent that could lead him to a meal. With a snort, he blew the small pile of snowflakes into a scattered mess and lifted his head to gaze into the distance of the wood. A flash of orangish brown and white caught his attention, followed by the large screech of a crow in fear and then all was silent. His shoulders rolled a bit and he parted his jowls to let more drool ooze over his lips. Not only did he find a meal he could poach, he found a female he could swoon. Well, attempt to. And if not, then she'd just be dessert when he finished tearing up her pretty little face. His head tilted back, his chest puffed out and his legs gathered a rather apparent stiffness to them as he stalked towards the female who had settled down to eat. So wrapped up in her late lunch, Corbis easily came up from behind her, brushing his pelt along hers as he stepped to her side and leaned down to click his teeth towards the bird, steal a bite and flop himself down in front of her, barely chewing it, he clicked his tongue and swallowed the chunk rather whole. He growled contently, lowering his head towards her and peeling his lips back in a rather upsetting sneer. "What are you doing out here my pretty little thing? Certainly you're not alone, especially not during the winter, no one to keep you warm at night when the temperature drops." He growled, sounding rather more like a purr then anything. His front legs stretched out as he stood, his head back and his chin up, if he had a tail it'd be propped up but sadly all that was left was that botched cropped stub, just like his ears. They looked rather scarred and crude and with a growl, he showed his teeth in a devilish smile, the now pink stained grin glowing back at her.

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] The slight breeze blew scents away from Aurora's nose, so she wouldn't have scented the Doberman regardless of how she tried. Ignoring the movement behind her, she was completely unprepared when a flank brushed hers. Regaining her composure enough to allow a startled grin formed on her face, she watched silently as the male grabbed a bite of crow meat and threw himself down in front of her to eat. Swallowing his stolen mouthful without chewing it much, the strange male extended his head towards her, a derisive smile marring his face. Examining him throughout this exchange, she saw that practically all of his body was covered in scars; his ears and tail were cropped, signs that he had spent time with humans. Remembering from various pieces of gossip that it had been almost four years since the humans had died, she judged him to be anywhere between five and eight years old. Underneath all the scars, the female could see that he would have been handsome, once, before doing whatever had marred him had made him seem, to the eyes of some creatures, a monster. He didn’t really seem to care, though, she observed, doing her best to remain calm and in control. Truth to tell, as much as she didn’t find him overly unattractive, he scared her. Deep down, however much she tried to deny it, she had a fear of males who were larger than her. She’d never been raped or hurt by a strange canine – but her brothers and father, believing that males should be in charge – had always pushed Aurora, her sisters and her mother around, sometimes attacking and subduing them. The bitch had always done her best to stand up for herself and the others, meaning that she often got the worst of it. That had been one of the main reasons for her leaving home. Her eyes fixed on the male's face as he spoke, the young Siberian Husky managed to retain her composure, despite the not altogether pleasant scents that mingled with his. Her smile became more coquettish as she took in his words; remaining seated as he rose to his paws, eying him curiously. He flirted as well as any dog she'd met so far, which was impressive, given his estimated age. And as for the last thing he'd said. . . She shivered pleasurably. Tilting her head again, she told him coyly, "Ah, but I am, but for yourself, sir. I was quite alone, but now you're here, things might be different. . ." Aurora let the end of her sentence hang in the silence between them, her smile widening slightly as she looked up at him, one invisible eyebrow raised almost suggestively.

[Ezio°]

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' He looked over the rather pretty looking female husky, his eyes narrowed into slits to examine the bi colored eyes of the bitch he was sitting in front of. He lifted his chin and exposed those yellowish teeth to her in a sneer. Though she smelled rather clean and sweet, it didn't mar well with his almost thick musky smell of the mud mud that had worked its way in his fur. He needed to roll in the snow to clean it off here in a day or two, or, when he feels like it. Corbis had this sick sense of dominance towards all females, well to all creatures really. He always felt like he was in control, even if he wasn't. He slid himself closer, back arching slightly as his legs stretched out before him, stretching his back and lifting his chin as he stepped towards her, a low growl starting in his chest as he chuckled. His steps were quiet as he made his way to her side, moving slowly around her, his pelt dragging across hers. "Ah, but I am, but for yourself, sir. I was quite alone, but now you're here, things might be different. . ." He chuckled lowly, his eyes watching her as he wound himself around her back and then up the opposite side, eying the bitch with those darkened brown eyes. Those scars that sunk through his pelt and split it up in this tattered form were pale compared to his black and brown form. “That they may my dear~” He coo'd back, his voice rough in comparison to her soft one, he sounded rather spooky, and it matched his appearance as he brushed his muzzle across hers, turning to dart his tongue across that smooth spot under that blue eye. Across his expression, he narrowed his eyes and peeled his lips back to show those long teeth in a wolfish grin. (Ooc//: Sorry its rather short Mac. C: Forgive me?)

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Aurora watched silently as the male looked her over, opening his mouth to leer silently, his yellowed teeth showing. A well practiced, bashful smile played on her lips as she fluttered her eyelashes slightly. She waited for what he might do next, her body relaxed. Around strangers, especially strange males who could be potentially dangerous, she'd learned to act as if everything was normal. Showing a shred of fear or weakness to this male would probably be akin to showing a red rag to a bull. In a way, it was exciting to her. It was like a game, but only more serious; situations like this caused the adrenaline to pump through her veins faster than anything else she'd ever experienced. The Siberian husky’s heartbeats increased in speed as the Doberman pulled himself closer to her, his back slightly arched as his front legs extended ahead of his body. He padded towards her, his chin up and a soft, growling chuckle spilling from his lips. He was at her side in a matter of moments, circling her slowly, like a cat homing in on its prey. His short coat dragged along her longer one, their fur blending for the smallest of moments. His musky, muddy scent joined with her cleaner, more feminine one. He chuckled softly as he wrapped himself around her, like a cat, as he continued to circle, his eyes still on her. With him so close, she realised that he really wasn’t so unattractive at all; the scars that covered his body were long faded. Age added majesty, they said, and really, she didn’t think he looked hat old at all. Only a few greying hairs at his muzzle betrayed his age. The young bitch shivered agreeably at the sound of Corbis’ rough voice; it had a ring to it that made it almost eerie. It suited it him, though. She was surprised, though she refused to show it, as the male brushed his muzzle against hers. Aurora couldn’t help but flinch slightly as he turned his head to swipe his tongue under her right eye, the blue one. She replaced her shy smile and looked up into his narrowed dark brown eyes, to see his wolfish, predatory grin as he smiled at her. What have I gotten myself into? She wondered, her heart thundering in her ears as she fought to keep her composure. OOC;; Sorry it’s so short, and that I’ve taken so long to write it! I give you full permission to have Corbis try to rape her or something. It would make it more interesting. >;D

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' That bashful little smirk that pulled itself across the bitch's face made Corbis just peel his own lips back in a deadly vicious grin. He licked his muzzle with a wet slick sound, saliva coating his teeth as his jowls twitched a little and those botched ears jerked and twitched as well. He wrinkled his muzzle a little, a rather short facial seizure that he could feel building into something more in core of his stomach. He could practically hear her heart beat pulsing through her fur and he bore his eyes into hers with those haunting amber eyes. Basically sizing her up. He wanted to know how difficult she would be. He drooled a little and licked his lips again, eyes narrowing with another low laugh coming from his lips. While he was rather good looking all in all, he was a torn apart scratching post. He was coated in straight and jagged scars, looking like he'd gotten in a fight with an angry bear and had barely escaped. The botched jagged cropped ears didn't help. While the scars were faded in that jet black and Hershey brown fur slicked with bits of mud, and stained in places with blood, he still had a bit of a handsome sheen. Though that sheen was broken apart by a few stray silver hairs that indicated he was aged, but well, one would hope he was aging like fine wine. He caught that pulse as his tongue touched her ear and as he weaved around her playfully, pressing against her shoulder and back with his side, he parted his jaws, felt those jaws part, drool oozing from his top fangs to his lower ones before he jerked forward and sank his teeth into her scruff. Quite a bit of force was pushed into her back in the attempt to unsteady her on her delicate paws. The brute of a beast snarled and held fast to her soft furred scruff, eyes narrowing dangerously as the rumble in hs chest deepened. The vibrating of his throat was loud, a growl burrowing deeper and getting louder as he used his weight to push her around. (Ooc//: C: No problem, and sorry it took me so long to answer, I've been caught up in catching up at work. Feel free to have her either break away or at least fight and try. We'll see if it happens or not and fade out if it does.)

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Aurora’s heart began to pound as the Doberman’s grin widened into one more vicious than before. She couldn’t take her eyes off him and watched in something akin to horrified fascination as he licked his muzzle, leaving his mouth full of drool, and twitched the remains of his tattered ears. It was almost as if he was working himself into a frenzy. When he locked his amber eyes with her amber one and her blue one, she found that it gave her the strength to blink and look away from him, if only for a moment. The female’s bushy tail began to wag ever so slightly as she watched him, and she pricked her ears, waiting for him to make a move. He laughed, as if taunting her; she really didn’t know what to make of this, or him in general. The Siberian husky’s tail wagged a little faster as he circled her almost teasingly, pressing his scarred and battered body against hers, sending a shiver up her spine. She could tell that she was not the first female he had ever met – far from it, in fact. He knew how to arouse certain emotions in both her and himself. The young bitch’s eyes followed him as he did the same thing several times, back and forth, opening his mouth to let saliva drip down from the roof of his mouth to his bottom row of sharp canines. She was completely unprepared as he sprang forward and sank his spit-covered teeth into her furry scruff, sending needle of pain through the loose skin. While Aurora had done plenty of flirting with males and displayed a fair amount of suggestive behaviour to then in the month or so since she had come to Hexasol, nothing more had happened. The few canines or felines who recognised her now muttered that she was a slut, but this hadn’t been fully justified – until now. The heat rose in her body as the male’s front paws locked around her body, claws digging into the soft skin of her belly. She felt rather than heard as he snarled and pushed forward into her delicate frame, causing her to stumble. His growl became deeper, and because his chest was pressed into her back she felt the vibration keenly. The canine narrowed her eyes and hardened her resolve. If he was going to do it – if she was going to feel what her parents had said was ‘only for adults’ at long last – then he was going to do it on her terms. Putting her head forward like a stubborn filly, she dug her claws into the ground, but his weight still caused her to stagger. He was of a much stronger build than her; she was made for speed and looks, not sheer strength. Her mind whirled as she tottered around the forest with the Doberman’s weigh pressing her forward and down. She’d heard what it was like to be raped; it was something no female ever forgot, and something that few females ever got over and told others about. Aurora knew that it would be rape – technically, at least, and in the male’s mind, - if she fought and he overpowered her. This was almost certainly what would happen if she continued in her attempts to throw him off. So she decided to have one last try, and then make it clear to him that she was letting him have her if that failed. Tensing her body, she pushed her front paws off the ground and reared up on her hind legs so that he would slide off backwards. But he was stuck there firmly, like a tick wedged tightly into her skin and her paws were barely four inches from the ground when his greater mass threw her body back towards the ground. The young bitch’s legs wobbled as they threatened to give way, but she teetered forward, saving herself from falling. She could feel dampness in her scruff as some of the Doberman’s saliva wet it, and the slight but sharp needling pain of his teeth in the loose skin. Pushing away any disgust that she felt, she did her best to stand firm, asking in as much of a seductive voice as she could manage, “Well, are you going to wait forever? Come on, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.” She didn’t know where the words came from, but they sounded like the right thing to say. Excitement mixed with fear began to fill her as she waited.

[Ezio°]

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' When the bitch started to squirm, that was when Corbis' temper flared ad a rather vicious growl came from his lips. He could feel her pulling away from him, and he just kept that tightened grip around her middle. Her terms? Corbis didn't listen to anyone, and anyone who tried to get him to listen was a fool, so when she pulled more, he just parted his jaws and took a better grip on her scruff, drool oozing from his mouth into her fur. He was a rather large creature, built with muscle, and though he was sure he could find several males who could hold their own against him, most females couldn't. He'd love to find one that could though, it'd be interesting. Instead, he focused on the bitch twisting in his grip. He'd never had this much trouble with a female, most of them weren’t strong enough to overpower him, and those that fought, normally weren’t expecting his sudden attack, and well, sadly he wasn't expecting the fight. A rather short and irritated snort came from his nostrils and he narrowed his eyes with a frustrated grunt and huff. He twisted a bit more and pushed into her back. He was roiled, he was putting up more of a fight then he wanted and he was getting impatient. “Stay still bitch!” he snapped as he refitted his grip on her scruff, clicking his teeth a little as he tried to catch the fur and she pulled away just enough he missed at first. He reacted quick enough to catch her though. He wasn't exactly expecting the female to rear up on her back legs, but as she did, he took a couple steps back before pushing forward against the female husky. As she lifted about four inches, he bucked his weight into her to push her back down and he felt that weakness in her front legs. The doberman took her scruff between his fangs and yanked hard, trying to unsteady her. He twisted, tightening his grip on her waist and hearing her unsteady but still rather inviting voice coo over her shoulder. He knew that what she said wasn't how she felt, but when he started to care, he'd let her know. He tightened his grip on her middle, those paws digging into her stomach and as he did, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest again. --faaaaaaaaade-- A low pant snorted from his nostrils as he backed up from the female, teeth releasing her scruff as he jerked that maw away from his skin and shook his pelt off roughly. He tilted his chin up, his muzzle wet from the drool soaked in her scruff. He shook off again, arching his back as he picked his front legs in front of him and stretched out those back legs in that elegant and tattered arch before he snorted and licked his muzzle. Those narrowed vicious eyes, that obscene sneer on his face, that twitch was gone, and his eyes even brightened a bit. His mouth hung open as his tongue lolled out, steam puffing from his lips with each pant before he leaned down and slid his tongue across her face. He clicked his teeth near her ear, a rather sensual growl coming from his throat before he showed those yellowish teeth. (Ooc//: I'm about 225 words less then you D: -soashamed- And forgive me if I repeated words a lot or sentences. 4am isn't the smartest time to post. But I really wanted to~)

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Aurora didn't have to wait long; she felt the doberman tighten his grip on her waist and yanking hard on her scruff, his fangs actually breaking through the skin and causing a small amount of blood to flow. It hurt, but it was bearable; she wasn't a wimp or a stranger to pain, so she did not cry out. His paws dug hard into her stomach then, his sharp claws needling the soft flesh there as he began to growl once more, thrusting forward agaist her, into her. There was pain, but it was not nearly as severe as she'd expected. * * * The Siberian husky almost regretted it being over as she felt the male release her, his jaws coming loose from her scruff and his front legs peel away from around her waist. Closing her mismatched eyes, she stepped away from the other canine and shook herself, dislodging a wad of half-solidified drool and a small amount of dirt. When she was finished, she reflected that mating was a far more enjoyable activity than many canines let on - she decided that she quite liked it. But now she had to make sure this male knew that he had not overpowered her. She wasn't a bitch to be dominated by anyone, least of all a male. Stretching leisurely, she opened her jaws wide in a gaping yawn. Twitching her nose as she scent the doberman again, Aurora opened her eyes to find that he'd come up beside her. As she looked up at him, the male slithered his tongue across her face, causing carnal goosebumps to rise under her fur. Giving him a coy, sidelong glance as he snapped his jaws shut inches from her left ear, she aimed a playful nip at his nose. Sitting herself down in front of the male, she looked him over as a female does when she likes what she's seeing. Putting her head to one side, she spoke huskily. "I know this seems unimportant at this moment, but what is your name, sir? They call me Aurora." OOC: It's fine - this post is terribly short, shorter than yours - and yours is fine, don't worry! ;D

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' Corbis let out a low grown as he stretched himself out in front of her, dragging his back legs as he picked his way forward just a little before looking at her as she shook off. He couldn't help but slide his jowls with that long slick tongue. He smirked, peeling those deadly razor like teeth in a wolfish grin. He was so...charming it was almost scary. Well, rather that was his opinion on himself. He lifted his brow at her sudden playful attitude. She had an aura of confidence that he rarely saw that intrigued him, even after he'd been given what he wanted. And it had been out of willingness, not discomfort and force. Which pleased him even more. She was a pretty creature, a charming and strong bitch that didn't seem to get spooked easily. She even seemed to enjoy herself, which was rather...comforting to the doberman if the word could ever be used to describe such a thing. He yawned lazily, slowly slipping himself to his rump before her, sitting on his left side more then centered, his right leg stretched out casually. He tilted his chin up as he was looked at, feeling rather cocky at the thought that she was checking him out like a piece of meat. He shivered that pelt, lifting that right leg to slowly scrape his claws into his chin in a leisurely scratch. He licked his muzzle, repeating the act again as she spoke, asking for his name. Her name was Aurora and his eyes narrowed slowly, tilting his head causally as he looked her over. “Though most call me 'bastard' or 'demon', the name graced to my by my mother is Corbis.” He coo'd out, slowly running his tongue across his forearm. He wasn't much to casually discuss things with a bitch he'd just taken by force, but she was interesting. She didn't fight him, nor did she seem quite as cooperative as one would think. But yet, at the same time, she was innocent, and not so all together. It was difficult to spark the curiosity of the devil, but the lovely bi colored eye husky seemed to be successful where others failed.

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Aurora felt like one who’d accomplished something important. No one could call her a child now; especially since mating with the male had been her own choice. And he wasn’t so bad looking, either; nor did she have to fear becoming pregnant, for she was most definitely not on heat. Turning her attention back to the Doberman, she watched him stretch out in front of her, a lazy grin on her face. He certainly was strong for a dog of his age; she knew that now. He was skilled a frightening others, but she didn’t spook easily. The young bitch didn’t believe in love, so in her mind, his earlier behaviour was acceptable, normal, almost. But most dogs she’d ever met –even her domineering father – hadn’t behaved in such a suave yet spooky manner, and she found that she rather liked it. It was different, somehow – and unlike more faint-hearted females, she didn’t find him disgusting or a monster by any means, despite the fact that he’d probably raped or mated with more females than she had claws. The Siberian husky stood up from where she sat, circled in front of the male a few times to get rid of the snow on the ground beneath her, and lay down, stretching out so that there was barely half a metre between her face and his. She pricked her ears as the male looked up after she had finished speaking, tilting his head to the side and going over her with his eyes, now that he knew her name. A moment later he spoke, answering her question: his name was Corbis. She didn’t know why, but it seemed to fit him well, somehow. “An interesting name,” she remarked, pausing to part her jaws in a yawn. “You are not a member of any pack or gang, I presume?” She could smell a faint trace of Tempest on him somewhere, but the canine was inclined to think that it wasn’t part of his own scent, that perhaps he had met with someone from that Pack. She doubted that a pack like Tempest would accept someone like Corbis, especially when their leader was female. This would mean that like herself, he was a loner, for he certainly wasn’t from the Lexis Tribe. Where had he come from, then? She was curious.

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' The doberman was pleased with himself, and with the husky. She was smart, and rather good looking, confident and strong, he had to admit. He liked her. More so then he liked most other canines. He was pleased she wouldn't be bearing his pups. He'd most likely eat them anyway. Or at least attempt to. He lifted his chin as she slowly circled before him, slipping to her stomach before him. He leaned down, nibbling at one of her soft ears, sliding that wet tongue across the fur between her eyes before he flopped down to one side, peeling his maw back in a toothy wolfish grin as drool oozed a little from his teeth. He licked his muzzle before it fell and perked his tattered and botched ears casually before letting them perk back down. “No, I have a nasty habit of mauling those who get close to me.” He growled, lowering his head as he eyed her with those brown amber eyes, narrowing them before looking away. It was the truth, most of the dogs (or cats) he ran into, he tore them apart, the females he raped and tore their pelt apart to leave them for dead. With a scoff, he nosed her cheek and growled, peeling his lips back to show those teeth as he clicked his teeth near her pretty little face. “They normally don't stay as pretty as you do.” He snarled, drool oozing from his lips as he scraped his fangs against her cheek, nipping at the flesh that was there. He let out a rather dangerous growl as he shifted his weight away from her, pulling his lips from her face and moving to lick one of his forearms? “Count your blessings bitch, I would slaughter you if you didn't intrigue me so much.” He scoffed flatly, shifting to lean on one of his elbows, licking his muzzle with a wet slurp. He twisted himself slightly to chew at his leg casually before he slid his tongue across his maw and stared her down. He let out a rather low chuckle and clicked his teeth near her muzzle, catching one of her whiskers as he tugged it before letting it go and rolling onto his back to scratch his spine into the dirt. (Ooc//: Honesty, CX I'm so confused on where this RP is headed. Hahaha.)

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Continuing to eye the male with her mismatched eyes, Aurora watched as he leaned down and felt rather than saw as he nibbled one of her ears. She smiled slightly and nosed at his cheek in return when he slid his tongue between her eyes. She was more certain than before that the Doberman had been with many females in his time, and knew how to flatter them. But she also sensed that he was a male who liked to be in control – not just of himself, but of those around him, particularly females such as herself. For now, she didn’t mind, because he wasn’t really asserting any dominance over her – perhaps because she wasn’t a typical weak – willed, submissive bitch. All males seemed to want to be dominant; it was in their natures, she decided. Just as it was in the nature of most females to need to have someone else protecting them, and taking control. Because she was not one of these, the loner did her best to show it to the males she met. She could never truly love a ‘typical’ male – she could see them as a friend or be attracted to them as she was to Corbis, though. The Siberian husky gave a throaty chuckle at Corbis’s words. “I have no doubt that you do. If looks could kill in how frightening one seemed, most of your acquaintances would be dead just from looking your way.” It was true, really – even she would not like to meet him in an alley on a dark night. Then again, if that had happened, she had little doubt that she would be another dead or at least ravaged bitch, in one sense or another. But instead, the young bitch lay here, inches from the self-confessed killer, and she found him handsome despite – or maybe even because – of how fearsome he appeared to be. Aurora leaned into the male’s touch as he nosed her cheek, growling and clicking his teeth a hair’s breadth from her face. His snarled words caused her to murmur, “I’m sure they don’t,” as he bit her cheek lightly, barely piercing the skin. As he moved away slightly, still growling in a menacing fashion, a shiver of pleasurable fear – the thrill of being close to someone so dangerous – ran through her delicate – looking body. His scoffing made her certain that she was very lucky to be unharmed, at least for the most part. Lifting a hind paw to scratch behind one pointed ear, she turned her eyes towards him as he stared at her, and held that amber gaze quite steadily. “Oh, I count my blessings every day, dog,” she told him, and it was true. She could be ugly, weak and in such a state that she would submit to any male who approached her. She still be with her family, why her tyrannical father and brothers ruling over her. Instead, she was here in Hexasol, on her own, free as a bird. The husky was distracted from the staring contest as Corbis snapped his jaws together near her muzzle, catching one of her whiskers between his teeth and pulling. Enduring the slight twinge of pain, she raised an orange eyebrow and curled up one side of her mouth in a mocking challenge. As he let it go to roll on his back, she snorted and shook her head, darting forward to tweak one of his ears with her teeth.

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' At the nickname of dog, Corbis' head snapped towards her, eyes narrowing as if he was suggesting it as a threat. His lips peeled back to show those yellow stained teeth and he rolled onto his stomach, his hackles slowly started to raise. When she jerked forward and clicked her teeth at one of his botched ears, it nearly triggered that mauling mechanism in his brain and he lunged forward, snapping his teeth at the fur of her shoulder. Though he missed the lunge, his hackles stood and a challenging snarl oozed from his lips along with the drool that seeped from his jowls and the stiffness in his legs. Corbis had a bad track record of sparring He snarled, peeling those brown lips back as she pranced and darted away from him. He snarled and snapped, jerking away from her before ducking and taking off at a heavy yet almost graceful gait across the wooded area. This felt different, he wanted to fight, but he was also wanted to play, a feeling he'd never felt before, at least not like this. It felt more innocent, more childish instead of sadistic and violent. He turned on his paws and hopped over the large tree branch that had fallen during the weight of the winter, his paws sliding just slightly on the slick floor. He turned and slid a bit more before baring and bearing those devilish toothy grin, a sadistic looking smile. “Catch me if you can little lady~” he snarled with a casual little cackle, toying with her, teasing her. His last 'game' had been with the young pup who'd run into him. He'd given her a head start, and she'd taken off into the church. He prowled after her like a demon, his lips peeling back to show that devil like grin before he'd found her and she'd run again. It had been a fun game. Though she'd left with rather minor wounds. A low chuckle came from Corbis' lips at the thought as he waited for the bi colored eyed husky to join him in his run through the forest, which might tempt into a challenge and a winner. It was only a matter of waiting to see what happened. Corbis wanted blood, but whether he would try to tear it out of Aurora's pelt was the question. (OOC//: Forgive me for taking so long. I've had a lack of muse and didn't want to give you something really really tiny, I hope this is enough D:)

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] It seemed that Corbis was a dog who liked to play - albeit a bit roughly. When he lunged forwards, snapping at her shoulder, she stepped to the side quickly but unhurriedly. At his challenging snarl, Aurora bared her pearly teeth in a provocative, devil-may-care grin. She did like to play, and before her brothers had grown up and seen spending time with their sisters as beneath him, she and her sisters had often played with them, rolling around on the ground and chasing one another, play-fighting like any young creature does. It occasionally came to the point where one sibling actually drew blood from the young bitch or another of her litter-mates, but normally it hadn't been that rough. When the Doberman took off through the forest, running with the heavy tread of a large dog, the Siberian husky threw back her head and pursued him, traveling at an easy, graceful lope. She loved the way the cold winter air parted her fur and pulled her tail behind her as she ran. This was what it felt like to be truly alive, to be free of rules and the expectations of others, to be able to do what she liked. No young creature likes to be held back, to have their life and future wasted, and the young bitch was definitely no exception to this rule. When she'd almost caught up with the male, he turned, favouring her with a toothy, fiendish grin before speaking in a growl a challenge that was almost irresistible to Aurora. Waiting tensed for a moment to give Corbis a head start, she licked her jaws before speeding off after him, heedless of bushes and stones in her path, his cackling laugh ringing in her pointed ear. Her heart thudding in her chest with the thrill of the chase, she pushed herself forward, determined to beat the male at his own game. She was never one to be bested, and she always liked to prove her worth to others, especially attractive males. Leaning forward into the wind as she ran, the orange-and-white husky gradually increased her speed until she reached the male, leaning in to brush his flank with her long-furred one. With a mocking, playful smile and a wink of her blue eye, she called to him, echoing his words to her, "Catch me if you can, Corbis!" Without another word, she nipped his ragged ear playfully, gave a giddy, challenging laugh and sped ahead of him, running towards the center of the forest.