Question Your Every Move

[AhoyNeo]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Rexene---MIDDLE.png] As Samael had left me to return to the order our wonderful night together had ended, but he had promised to come back to me. And if he knew what was good for him he would. I stayed still for hours just laying in his scent, wanting to remember everything about this night. But all good things had to come to an end, I picked myself off the ground and began my exploration of the island once more. I could faintly hear the sounds of waves in the distance, I followed wanting to be able to see water again. As the beach came into view is boggled me that there was no sand to be found only black shards of rock. The water itself was a darker then normal also the specialness about this place made the corner of my lips turn up into a half smile. My sea-green eyes caught sight of a flat ebony rock laying by the edge of the tide that was coming in. As I walked into the rocks direction my reddish brown pelt moved with the seas wind. I twinged as Samael's scent was running away with that wind. I laid my slender yet curvy body onto the rock, and rolled to my side. The left side of me face was chilled by the cold rock, I shivered as the wind picked up. It would be night time soon and I knew I should probably move else where but it there was something about this place that wouldn't let me move on. So I just laid there, my back paws that were hanging off the rock were now soaking from the rising tide. The rock would be submerged in about ten minutes. I needed to move, but I was to lazy to and too deep in thought. I wondered this that meant that something big was supposed to happened. I hoped so. Word Count:318

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Pale silvery optics peered out from the thin expanse of the trees that bordered the far distant beach. The sand that lead from the beach seeped into the little forest just beyond it till it touched with dirt and mud, and then vegetation. Yet those silver orbs were unblinking, watching carefully as the waves crashed against the shore. The sun itself had almost made its final decent, and when it did the tides would rise as the moon rose. Always the tides moved, raising with the accent of the moon, stronger when it was full. He'd figured that little part out for himself, but he didn't know entirely why the moon effected the sea, and though he did, in some part of him mind, wish to know, he couldn't, bring himself to care. There had been something other than the ocean that caught his attention, the form of the little red wolf as she made her way out across the beach and onto her little rock. She didn't trigger any particular thought, not in the slightest, but he had his own agenda when it came to the world, or rather, to this island. He was not, in the slightest anything remotely good. He was like a disease, cocooned in something handsome and sly, a gentleman outright with wicked motives under the surface. He didn't just want to spread himself as a disease, he needed to, just to do what it was he planned. A smirk slipped across his narrow maw and he stole a glance back behind him. Raziel would no doubt be out there somewhere. She didn't mind his plans, for she was going along with them. He would spread his spawn, somehow, whether it be consensual, or not. He was not above rape, but he would keep a careful eye on the ones who's belly's would swell with his young. They belonged to him, his little demons. Yet only Raziel mattered. Her sweet little face, her mind attuned with his own. She was his half sister, but it didn't matter, she was the only one who understood. Turning back his eyes focused on the red wolf and he allowed a slight charming smirk to play over those wicked lips. He was indeed handsome, lean and tall, and as black as pitch. There was no flaw within his coat, its strands long and silken, and completely and utterly black. It was only his eyes, a bright silver, like the rays of the full moon that stood against his dark frame. It looked as if he possessed two small moons of his own, glittering, glowing within his dark face. It was almost like they possessed light and shone it outward to stand out, in any type of darkness. He moved across the beach, possessing a grace that spoke of strength and power, and determination. He moved as he should, using his handsome features to his advantage. He was, if anything beautifully masculine, and though he would have bitten anyone's nose off if they said it to his face, he could even be considered slightly pretty, in his own masculine way. He was silent as he moved, placing his paws on the most sturdy of stones. He was quite the quiet wraith, a black image moving across the black sand and stones. Only his eyes gave him up. Two silver discs floating in the darkness. His eyes were all on her, though, watching for any movement, or him having startled her. He paused when he was ten feet from, her, tall audits pricked forwards, listening. He was well out of reach of the waters, but in minutes even they would be where he stood. He wondered, for a moment, if this female had a death wish, or if she was just in that much of a deep sleep to allow herself to be unaware of her danger. Lifting a brow slightly he tilted his head, curious as he watched her. ”Do you have a death wish? Or do you just not care that you terry well may drown?” He asked, his voice smooth and silken, like a precious black rose, with hidden thorns and a poisonous snake just hidden behind the splayed petals. That charming smirk was back on his face, and in those silver eyes was humor and amusement, however false they truly were.

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[AhoyNeo]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Rexene---MIDDLE.png] I could hear the soft steps of a wolf coming in my direction, I didn't moved only slid my pupils over so that I could see a male wolf the color of the blackest coal, and eyes of the brightest silver. My mouth watered as i indulged myself running my eyes over his fine tuned body, his sleek ebony coat was on the surface but I could see the muscles rippling underneath it. I knew that I was extremely attractive but I was nothing in comparison to this hunk of meat. But something about him was like a mystery, maybe something that he was trying to hide. Which probably wasn't on the side of good. I lifted my head as he spoke. ”Do you have a death wish? Or do you just not care that you terry well may drown?” His words snapped me out of my small trance, I lifted myself quickly off the rock leaping to the edge of the tide. There was silence for a momment me not knowing what to say as usual. "Uh...Um...Yeahh... No death wish hear." I stammered over my words, as my sea-grean irises were locked onto his silver ones. "I'm Rexene." I took baby steps to the end of the shore so that I could placemy rear end on the soft dirt not the hard black stones. I moved my head swinning it in a come over hear manner. I then asked my first question of the night. "And you are?" Something about him was drawing me in closer, but something maybe a tad stronger was telling me to run far away from him. But I didn't listen. Samael's scent still covered my reddish brown fur, he could probably smell it from where he was standing the wind was rushing his way. But just then the wind changed and I got my first wiff of him, it was inviting yet scary. I had not met anything like him, in my short two and a half year existence, and frankly it scared me. With Samael it was even, but here he was was in udderly in control. My tail was on the cold earth, wagging slightly. My body invited him closer, but my mind was screaming for him to stay away.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] A slow amused smirk lifted the corners of his wolven lips as he watched her body shift, lifting and very nearly flinging itself from the rock that would, in only minutes be entirely consumed by the cold waters of the sea. He watched her still, without so much as moving his head as she gave herself and the cold waters distance. Silvery pools watched her move sitting down in a spot away from the harsh and quite chilly rocks and into the deeply blackness of the sand. Still, however, he didn't move, not even when he felt the waters cold fingers reach out and touch the very tips of his large paws and retreat quickly, almost as if his very being frightened even the water, and chased it down the beach. A soft almost cold chuckle stirred the large beast, he listened to her words, awkward at first before she both told him her name and asked him or his own. He moved carefully then, stepping over stones that may very well sink into his pads and slice them open. Of course, he wouldn't mind the pain, he was quite odd in that sense, the feeling only seemed to excite him, as if his twisted mind mixed up pleasure and pain. He moved towards her, watching her but he kept between them a small distance, almost as if he was unwilling, as of yet, to get to close to her. Of course, this wasn't the case, but getting to close to quickly tended to frighten some of the more finicky females off, meaning, he couldn't carry out his plan. Not being able to carry out his plan was something that truly frustrated him. He didn't like being frustrated. ”A pleasure Rexene.” He said as he lowered his hunches and sat down. He was angled towards her, but enough so he was directly facing her. He watched her almost out of the corner of his eyes, with a faint smirk on his lips as if something about her amused him but he didn't want to give up the secret as to what. It was clear he was interested in her presence, but taking his own actions fairly slow. A gentleman, or so it seemed, it was all a very well disguised lie. For a moment, however he debated with himself. He wondered if he should really tell her his true name. Not many actually enjoyed hearing it however seductively he whispered if from his silver tongue. He as good with words, but once another heard the name Lucifer, they were quite turned off. Of course it wasn't a name he had given himself, but one he had been given by his mother. A name that fit him perfectly, but one he knew caused unease. Of course, he enjoyed the fear it sometimes spread, he soaked up the feeling and used it. He decided, then, however, it would depend on how this sweet little Red wolf, known as Rexene, would react to his name, that depend on how he would react in return. If she showed a sign of fear he would use it, drag it out, and show her just how badly she should fear him. If she showed something else, interest or lust he would play on that note as well. He could see her interest in him, the look in a females eyes that told him they were attracted in some way. It was like their eyes lit up, and he had long ago learned to read it. Yet now it all came down to how she reacted to his name. He would love it if he could force her to do something, anything. He wasn't shy of rape, he actually enjoyed it, it gave him a sense of power, that he could make another scream that loud, make them cry and shout and ask him why. Why? Well, because he just wanted to see them broken of course. ”Lucifel, but, over time many have twisted my given name into that of Lucifer, apparently they believe me quite devilish, I find myself quite charming, but what do I know?” He said, chuckling softly as he threw humor into his words and a sound of mild amusement that held some disbelief that anyone could actually call him a devil. The soft laughter shook his shoulders and made his shake his head as if he knew they all didn't know what they were talking about. Of course they were right, only that was merely sugar coating the full truth. He was not merely devilish, but in-fact the devil. He was like the plague, or a demon infecting all those he encountered. ”So tell me, Rexene, what exactly were you doing on that rock as the tide slowly came in?” He asked, playing the role of curiosity even though he truly didn't care. If he could get her to talk about her self, then it was all good, the more he learned the more he could use. He was indeed a vile serpent, she just didn't quite realize the potency of his venom.

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[AhoyNeo]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Rexene---MIDDLE.png] The way that he could look at you without fully turning he head, in the least scared the shit out of me. It was like he was always watching no matter where you moved, and that was not something that I was used to. He moved closer to me like I had wanted, but yet created a small distance between him and I. I was thankful for this, I was still on the verge of saying my goodbyes and running away to never think about this handsome yet mysterious beast. He hadn't said much he only reassured me that he had heard my name with a simple. ”A pleasure Rexene.” His tone of voice flowed together like he had practiced for a very long time. He had lowered his hindquarters on the ground near to me, yet now completely facing me. And there was a small smile that was on his maw, like I was kind of animal that he found amusing. I wondered for a moment what would be so amusing about me, a small teenage vixen. My mother thankfully had only worn on me a small fraction otherwise I would indeed be a common dirty whore. He looked as his he was contemplating telling me his name, and I on the other hand contemplated if I truly wanted to know his name. He looked like stone standing there looking at me in the corner of his eyes, the silver drawing my eyes to look at him much like a bug is drawn to light. ”Lucifel, but, over time many have twisted my given name into that of Lucifer, apparently they believe me quite devilish, I find myself quite charming, but what do I know? There it was the ringing, flashing, and buzzing sound that went off in my mind that screamed that this particular wolf was bad news. But he was so nice and charming how could anyone like that be a bad wolf? I could do nothing more then question his motives. But there was nothing he had done that could make me think that he was nothing more then what I saw, a gentlemanly wolf. "Interesting, Lucifer is another name for the devil. I can only image why would would have your name like you said twisted into that. There must have been a reason..." I wondered if he would tell me the reason for the nick name, yet I sort of doubted that he would. ”So tell me, Rexene, what exactly were you doing on that rock as the tide slowly came in? So he cared for my safety? This was a new card that he was playing, yet I wonder why again. My mind was always full of question that I never seemed to ask. "I was relaxing from I night I will never forget." I giggled and smiled, letting his imagination (if he had one) take over.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] "Interesting, Lucifer is another name for the devil. I can only image why one would have your name, like you said, twisted into that. There must have been a reason..." His head tilted ever so slightly, as he turned his head to focus his silvery gaze on her more completely. The look itself was calculating, thoughtful, and just a little, irritated. Of course he knew good and well what the reasons were, and he knew them well. It didn't, however, mean that he enjoyed another questioning why. Yet before she could possibly notice the irritation, and before that irritation could turn to cold fury he forced a smirk onto his pitched wolven lips and let a chuckle rumble through his chest and grace the air with sound. The sound itself was more amused at her words than what was actually going through his mind. Of course it wouldn't entirely be a bad thing if she tried to run, he liked when they ran. The mere thought lit his silvery eyes with amusement as he peered across the short distance towards her. ”Aye, that it may be, but I believe I have merely earned it because of my old status. You see, Lucifer as an angel was cast out of heaven because he loved his creator and not the creatures God wished him to love. So if you are saying I loved my creator, more than those she wished me to worship... then that is correct. Though I must confess, it is not only that which has given me the name, it it merely the similarity to my given name and it that it had been adopted, partially by me. It was first whispered when I began to win my battles against those with far more skill than I. Given that Lucifel and Lucifer are so similar, you can take a guess at to why it came to pass. Apparently I am both good and fairly brutal when it comes ti winning. I don't believe in weakness.” He purred, almost as if what he confessed was not merely a truthful story, but words and phrases one only as close as lovers whispered. A grin parted his lips before he slowly pushed himself to stand and moved closer to her. He was indeed a large beast, though lean where it counted. The fact was,n however, she was smaller, and it would definitely be easy to take her down if the need arose. Of course he hoped it wouldn't, for some odd reason. This creature had attitude, he could see it, and though he loved the sound of screams he knew she'd lightly burst an eardrum. The thought had him chuckling darkly as he moved towards her and very carefully walked around her, allowing his shoulder to brush against her back as he very nearly curled his body around hers. Then her voice graced the world once more, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as his keen audits picked up every word. I was relaxing from I night I will never forget. ”Oh really? He asked his maw lowering to whisper his words seductively in her ear. ”I would love to add to that list...” he cooed nipping at her ear playfully as he moved from behind her. How he longed to simply grab her by the hips and yank her back against him. The desire rose, and peaked, and he was almost driven to do what he longed to. Yet he was able, with the sheer force of his strong will, to prevent himself from startling her, from rape before he truly knew if she'd give herself freely. If she did, then of course they both could enjoy it, something he preferred most of the time, at leas then he could return on good terms before his hellions were born. It was those little demon spawn he longed to breed to any female he came across that drove him to such lengths as rape. He needed his own children, flesh and blood to become a part of his world, to raise behind him and eventually make the impact of a lifetime. His plans, of course were still being thought out, he had time to plant his seeds and to wait for them to be born before he came to collect. If he had to kill the mothers, so be it, they no longer served a purpose. They were merely brood mares, there to be used before disposed of if they made a fuss. If they didn't well, maybe they were worth using again. A sly amused smirk crossed his features as he turned to face her again. Though this time he didn't bother keeping distance between them. His intentions was to make her topple backwards with his mere presence as he pushed closer, that or he would literally push her over backwards if she didn't do it herself. Laughter, a sound that was both seductive and sweet rose from him, and his silvery eyes blazed with delight and amusement. He wanted her on her back, at least enough so he could stand over her and peer down and then begin to work his magic. If only her body worked quicker than her mind. If her mind got in the way, the he would definitely have a problem.

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[AhoyNeo]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Rexene---MIDDLE.png] He moved so that he was looking at me more fully now, which this calmed my nerves just enough to make me stay. He looked like he was thinking about something that we was excited about maybe. Lucifer was like no other wolf that I had met, it was something different yet I wasn't sure if it he was safe or not. He was charming and kind, telling me everything that I had asked. My ears though flattened to my skull like I would if I was creeped out, but it was like I wasn't in control of them as they had flattened on their own. I nodded and half listened to his explanation of his name. He seemed as if he was more interested in what I has said about my little late night fun. Even saying...”Oh really? I would love to add to that list...” My nose crinkled up, his scent seeming to turn filthy within seconds. "I have just met you." The truth was that I had only just met Samael also. One night was all that it took for him, but things had been so much different. Here it was if that is all Lucifer wanted, and I wouldn't have been surprised if I was right about that. He moved to start circling me, his soft black fur bushed up so that my reddish pelt, was his touch something I wanted? I mind was screaming NOOO. He was pushed on me so that I fell on my back, "What he hell are you doing?!" I screamed and tried to get up and run away. It was like he was holding me down and all I could do was giggle. Is this was my mother went threw? Was Lucifer going to rape me? Is this what he wanted when he had came over here. I fought even harder now, trying to bite at his paws. If he would just let up for a split second I would be out of there, off to find my Uncle and promise to be a better niece to that he would let me join his pack. And I would swear to never go off on my own ever again. There was an utter silence about this moment me looking into his eyes wondering if he even had a tiny soul somewhere in there. To just let me go.

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*twitches* whats going on here! sorry to intrude but even as Samael would stand no chance really... can I bring him in....?

[AhoyNeo]

Muahaha! Thats fine with me that would be amazing!

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[† §arabi]

LU! if you wanna reply go ahead and post i have little muse right naaao!!!

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