Like a Record, Baby [Ale-ale-jandro]

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] She licked her lips, tasted the remnants of blood that still lingered there and then plunged her face into the waters of the Crystal Stream again and again and again. The process was continued over seven more times, until Twilight was gasping for fresh air, and her entire front end was just as soaked as her back end had been before. She had taken the time, to arduously strip the layers of blood from her pelt and bring herself to the pristine clean she had been just moments before she had gone toe-to-toe with one wolf by the name of Carson. Crossing over to a more calm part of the waters, shivering just a little, Twilight gazed into the water and inspected her reflection, noting the few good blows and bites that the other female had gotten in... The skin around her left eye as well as the lid were dark, swollen and puffy, and a couple of nice chunks were taken out of the fur on her neck, but other then that she was not too worse for wear. Yup, just a few bruises and a few scratches and... She had taken another wolf's life. The abstract concept of this kept coming back to her with unrelenting determination, pressing into her mind and reminding her over and over again of what she had did. But did she care? Not really, though one would not really be able to tell with the amount she seemed to be obsessing over the moment her teeth entered Carson's jugular and that hot jet of blood and breath came blasting out at her, soaking the world in a screen of crimson and filling her mouth and throat with the hot, sticky liquid. And then, as she was dying, she had used one foot with such ease and sent the other tumbling over the face of the cliff. Twilight remembered the body flipping over itself again and again followed by the sharply defined comet's tail of red liquid. Twilight shook herself a little, realized she was shivering more then ever, and then moved silently into a patch of sunlight that lingered in this obscenely cold day. It did not do much, but it sure did the job, as soon her body stilled and she calmed and started to look at her surroundings. The other's weren't here...of course, neglecting their duties to the land that The Order had so kindly allowed them to keep. Typical. A bit of her former humor seemed to be returning at a jogging pace. Her mind still clung to the ideals of the act she had performed not all that long ago, but as time went by it started to feel less and less wrong...

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Women had never been high on Alejandro's list. As he strode through the river of the Revolt's territory, he had his mind straying to other things besides the lusty curves of a girl. When was the Revolt going to attack? What was the Order doing? And why hadn't they done anything with the Revolt? This had all started as the Revolt's idea anyways. At least, that's what Alejandro knew. He growled angrily, swiping his paw at a fish that had evaded capture for a good ten minutes now. The salmon swam away, bored with Alejandro's lack of effort. The red brute was frustrated and wasn't hungry anyways. "What the hell." He growled to himself. Was he the only one that was ever going to do anything with this war? Joaquin and Crouse were off making babies, Seshafi was off doing whatever the hell she wanted, and Alakay was a useless piece of crap who laid around and did nothing. He felt bad because Inuleki was a new addition to the group and here the Revolt was, sitting on their asses like a bunch of nitwits. What a great way to make an impression. A heavy sigh escaped Alejandro's lips. Maybe he just needed to settle down. He had come out to the river to cool himself off, to get his mind off of this war. It didn't seem to be working, though. Alejandro put his red snout into the water and gulped heartily, the smooth water feeling good against his raw throat. He had spent the entire day bellowing at Jesse and Netyri after Crouse had unloaded the two on him. God, he was going to kill Crouse. Those two little maggots didn't know what discipline was. Had Anakaros not taught them anything? Apparently not. Alejandro hopped out of the river bed, shaking off his long-haired fur and stepping into the sunlight. He looked up at the snowflakes falling softly from the sky. Their little crystals glittered off his sea-green irises, falling lightly onto his paws. He looked over to the river encrusted with ice around the edges and shivered, chuckling to himself. How had he managed to stand in there for half an hour without freezing to death? Maybe it was cause he was so damn big. But then again, the river never really ran too cold. The water was a nice lukewarm, most likely from the hot springs beneath that ran north. He looked around the forest, cooling his head and mind down. He was finally starting to feel better when a snow-white vixen popped out of the trees, her bloodstained muzzle slipping into the water. He stood up immediately, quietly, as she didn't seem to have noticed him just yet. He stalked a little to his left, slightly behind her though obviously in her peripheral vision. Was she a threat? A loner? Or was she part of the Order? Either way, she was hot. A pleasant feeling swept over his lower abdomen, and his tongue slipped out to lace his lips. My, my. What do we have here. Though he had never been interested in women, this vixen seemed to be changing things. Threat or not, he knew what he wanted to do tonight. And that thing happened to be a curvy devil with blood for irises. "And may I help you, miss? You've trespassed on Revolt lands, just curious as to why." He said gruffly, throwing his usual presentation out, half-heartedly trying to keep his mind on task. There were intruders inside the Revolt lands, that was most important, Alejandro. Yeah right.

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[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] The warmth of the sun through the trees, despite the icy white all around her, mocking her and reminding her of the place she had been born... of the young ones who now resided in the den that had once been occupied by herself and Wintersleep below the stony outcrops and risings that traveled down from the mountains and invaded The Sanctum. Her mind being in too many places at once it frustrated her, almost hurt her head. Twilight Heaven was not a creature accustom to too much complex brain work, and as clever as she could seem, instinct played a very large part in the way she shaped her mannerisms around others and the words she chose to speak. Unlike her father, or her ignoble brother, the driving force behind her ambitions was something far more simple. It was the push of her instinctive passions that drove her to do what she did. A pleasure-seeker with an addictive personality was what she was, and of course there were benefits to that. A pain tweaked in the back of her head, something sharp centralized at the base of her skull and resounding from within rather then the outer world. She ground her teeth in slim frustration, screwing up her crimson globes. Knots formed all along her muzzle, contorting it to snarlesq rage. Her brow knitted down neatly towards one another and met in the center of her forehead, furrowing it tightly. Fuck thinking, where had it ever got her? Nowhere she liked, and that was all the snow-white she-wolf really knew. Fuck thought and fuck all that rationality bullshit. She was what she was. Twilight Heaven had of course underestimated the Revolters in the slightest. Assuming they had wandered off to laze about and fatten themselves up in the strangely intrusive levels of peace that had fallen on Traum since The Order's occupation had come to full swing. Ideas where baking in the oven, in the midst of being executed, to take the island by storm. Such trivial things, the warrioress - only beckoned by the call of blood, sex and battle - chose to ignore, leaving it to those who adored wracking their brains for the answer to everything. That sharp pain in the back of her skull seemed to come as a warning, for as she gazed up, her tense muzzle and facade falling into a more neutral pose. Down along the bend in the river stood a large male, fur bathed in a solid crimson glow that caught and held her own gaze immediately There was that moment of general yet genuine captivation. Just because she was not a woman who fell lovingly all over every male did not mean she could not stop and take time to appreciate every petal on this fine, strong rosebush. To her he had this exotic look, like a colorful bird akin to those resident in the Enchanted area who were vulgarly colorful... and for what other reason then for sex and to attract a mate? Was that a mechanism that worked just as well amongst the higher species like herself? Well this just lead to more thinking that the she-wolf was quite unwilling to fill out the forms for right now. All she knew was that he was a rare gem, a trophy she would love to mount upon her wall to admire and boast about. Though I'd rather let him mount a few other things first. He picked his own head up, damp from the cool waters of the river at his feet. Gazing across the gap between them he spoke, and when he did there was business in his voice... and something else. It was almost a reluctance. "And may I help you, miss? You've trespassed on Revolt lands, just curious as to why." Without a word she turned her body fully towards him now, bringing into view the scar on her chest, less apparent due to the thickness of her winter coat, but the outline still remained. The Triskel swept away from it's central point in three prongs which raced out onto her chest to chase one another endlessly. Twilight Heaven raised her brow to the question, a ghost of a smile flickering on her newly cleaned maw. As she had guessed, a Revolter and a godamn sexy one at that. His mint-hued eyes and his fiery coat, his pleasantly rumbling voice taking on the hint of some foreign accent she did not quite recognize. All of these assets piled on top of one another, and made the bold female decide she would forgive him for his obvious lack of cognizance towards her affiliation. "Funny, I assumed that since we allowed you to keep these lands that we had some right to be upon it. Though rightfully Traum isn't quite ours just yet.." the she-wolf paused, her voice spinning webs of feminine wile. Her features then broke into a slightly wider grin, eyes alight with mischief. "Let's skip the legalities though, we're on the same damn side here. If those packs who wanted one another's assholes for breakfast before can band together like merry men against us, I'm sure we can manage to coexist in the same space for a little while." Her weight shifted from one leg to the other slightly, changing the slant of her body ever so casually. "The name's Twilight Heaven, Twi is fine though."

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] As the curvy she-devil walked closer, Alejandro could feel himself getting excited. Instantly he could feel his thick member welling up between his legs, a low sultry growl echoing about inside his throat. This would be his first sexual encounter, if it came to that. He stepped around her, looking over his shoulder as he did so to watch her hips move tauntingly from side to side, his eyes locked on her rump as if in a sort of trance. "Funny, I assumed that since we allowed you to keep these lands that we had some right to be upon it. Though rightfully Traum isn't quite ours just yet.." She turned her bright red eyes to him and he smirked. "Really, then. Allowing us? I think not." He grinned, taunting her. He knew how dedicated to the Order she was; hell, she was Dragunov's daughter. Yes, he had realized by now who this was. This was the infamous Twilight Heaven Solokov, and he would be counting his blessings later once she had exhausted him. She truly was a sight to see, and not just her intoxicating body, but the way the words formed in her head and were spat out by her fiery tongue was a charismatic adventure. "Let's skip the legalities though, we're on the same damn side here. If those packs who wanted one another's assholes for breakfast before can band together like merry men against us, I'm sure we can manage to coexist in the same space for a little while." He shrugged his shoulders, pausing for a moment to lower his lids at her to look at her slyly. "I'm sure we can. I get along quite well with others, it even says so on my pack registration," He grinned. As she slanted her body to look at him, he almost let his jaw drop but managed to keep it up, though his minty eyes widened in surprise. "Might I just say, right now, that I'd tap that." He rumbled in his deep, baritone voice, much like his father's. "The name's Twilight Heaven, Twi is fine though." He nodded to her, swinging his body around to her right, the space between his shoulders and her side getting closer with each farther step he took. "But of course, I should have known earlier, and I shame myself for not knowing which temptress those crimson eyes and the beautiful blood stained muzzle belonged to," He winked at her, a secret smile slipping onto his maw. "Alejandro Fuentes. Feel free to just shout 'Alej,' though," He grinned, enjoying coming onto her so blatantly. He raised an eyebrow as if surprised by his own word, chuckling softly under his breath.

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[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] You could call her many things if you wished, for in her relatively short two years on this planet, on this island, a few choice nicknames and insults had pinned themselves unwittingly to her coat. Her father, whom she hated, was often remembered as telling her that it was the words of wolves that were their last resorts. Verbatum was just a way all creatures got their point across, but it was the language of the physical body which spoke volumes. If you learned to read it, one picked up on the "secret language" of the canine. Slut, whore, hussy, loose bitch, were a few of the common ones... But as she reminisced back on the situations where she had gained such unpleasantries distinct were the memories of the creature's bodily stances not matching up with the words they spoke. Oh there had been males that had boldly dared to call her a skank with their manhood swollen and hanging ready between their hind legs. There had been she-wolves as well: Homewrecker! they had cried with ferocity, but refused to launch any sort of attack. Wolves were of afraid of and turned on by her, and the fact seemed to be very bothersome to them. It was as if she could inject herself deeply beneath their flesh like a hungry, tunneling insect of some sort. Yes despite how she might be accused, Twilight Heaven knew that more often then not she would get what she wanted out of the hints laying hidden. She always found the right reigns to hold onto, clasping desperately with her jaws until the nerves came loose and frayed and finally snapped. Despite a mocking edge to this male's tongue, Twi flouted her body very slightly."Really, then. Allowing us? I think not." She chuckled and clicked her teeth together, fixing him with a deadly, semi-hooded gaze the hue of freshly spilled blood. She left very little, yet so much to the imagination. "As I recall, if Dragunov did not wish you to be here, there is very little doubt in my mind we'd be meeting on such a fine day. So let's consider ourselves both lucky." There was hardly any work that needed to be done here. Alejandro knew the benifit of a "loose" girl and he was not about to go around making things harder for himself to get himself up on top of that. He was very unlike Crouse. Just as direct but there were far more manners in place by comparison, and Alejandro almost took on the air of a young gentleman. Aye, he would have retained it if it was not for Twilight catching him staring shamelessly at her exposed rump with those hot, mint-green eyes. Such an air was suddenly disrupted when the boy spoke - as was what usually happened, silly men. If only they could learn to keep their yaps shut maybe they'd experience a little bit of genuine romance in their lives. Damn shame. "Might I just say, right now, that I'd tap that." Twilight raised her brows upon her regal dome, lifting her head to look at Ale now with imitated shock and surprise. The tip of her tail began to flick back and forth as she seemed to consider this, looking from side to side as if it were the hardest decision on her life to make. All the while a small ghost of a smile was held fast to her muzzle. After such a show she stopped very suddenly. "Of course you might, cutie," she purred, prodding her tongue out from between her gently clenched ivory teeth. The hunger was upon Alejandro, eating at him with the determination possessed by any teenage male libido, fiercely planning out his next few chess moves for him. The rust-colored male was moving slowly, deliberately in her direction, as if testing her boundaries - of which Twiliight Heaven had very few and far in between. Being strapped down by rule and regulation was just not her piece of cake and thus why she had become the epic temptress she was. Males were said to have all of the power in this world. Well guess what boys? Twilight Heaven Solokov was no man, and she could bring you to your knees if she so pleased. "Alejandro Fuentes. Feel free to just shout 'Alej,' though." He spoke and it was of course as clear as the running waters beside them what he wanted from her and vice versa. "What a gallant name.. From it's origin, the way you speak, you're probably quite the charmer aren't you?" She chose to ignore any outward mocking on his part that dribbled from both tail position and the words on his lips. As the beast got closer, the white demoness skipped away an equal amount of steps, her body moving with almost serpentine grace. It undulated with precise skill, almost as though her paws did not tough the ground. She was a monster of the greatest beauty and the most intense danger. "Mmm c'mon, Alej. Do a lady a favor and speak-a Spanish to me." An intoxicating burble of laughter escaped her.

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