Darkness in Light -Maka-

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] The land was calm and still. The deer that normally hid in the forest were out in the meadow grazing taking their chances against the hunters for some good crisp green grass before it was all trampled away by the other creatures that lurked in the world. The only thing that rustled in the woods were the birds in the tree tops. Though you would have to listen well to hear them being so high up. They seemed so happy and chipper fluttering around with each other. Happy to not be alone in the world. Below at the trees base small animals dash over the fallen leaves searching for any sort of food their grubby little paws could get a hold of. Though everything was not as peaceful as it seemed. A great evil was slowly making its way through the shaded bases of the monstrous trees. A shadow tainting this seemingly happy land. There was a stink in the air of iron. Blood. Both old and new. Those happy little furry creatures seemed to scream and run away from the beast that gave off that fowl odor. He just scowled at them. His maw was tattered and torn. The scar that tore across his cheek seemed to glow when the sun beams hit it. This brute was a fighter. Never needing to rely on another soul. Labeled with the name of loner. He never needed anyone. His heart and soul were hardened and cut off to the world. After the horrors that he had done to the world no one dared to be around him for long. The blood of his own kind clung to his fur marked him as a murderer. Though he would not think it as murder... Just ridding the world of beings that have no right to be there in the first place. A small smirk trickled onto his lips. It slipped away quickly. A thought bubbled to his mind. He had turned himself off to emotion and the world. At one point in his life there had been loved but it seemed like to many seasons ago. It was like a dream to him now. The only peace he had felt in his life. Sadly it was short lived. Thus was the life of a cold blooded beast. Born into this world alone he now planned on leaving it alone. The amazing dream that he had lived in for a moment had changed his entire take on life. No longer was he just a senseless killer unleashed on the world. Now he actually seemed to care a little about the creature's that he would snuff out their flames. Only for a moment at least. How he could go into details of that rare radiant maiden. Just her scent alone could drive him wild. She was the only one that could pull the good out of this damned brute. And he loved her for it. No one could ever take her place and he never wanted another. He was not like the other loners that tainted this land. They would force themselves upon unsuspecting femmes. The thought of that made a small growl erupt from his vocals. How disgusting his race could be. Looking up at the tree line, he saw the sun light trying to break through the dark grasp of the tree's shadows but to no avail. Normally, he would not travel during the day light. But from where he was last he just felt the urge to move. His wandering nature was getting the better of him. He felt fine though sticking in the trees. Their shadow gave him enough peace of mind to move in. For some damn reason he was starting to feel lonely. The last creature he killed did not satisfy him. He could not have a conversation with a bubbling idiot that begged for its life. Rolling his crimson orbs at the thought, he let out a sigh. What he would give for a decent conversation right now or company that he did not want to rip their throats out. At least with the conversation it gave the other a better chance of surviving the encounter. So for now he would walk. Hoping that the night would cast its looming darkness on the land so he could really come alive.

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] The numbness, inexplicable and all consuming, had finally receded and lost it's grip on the young she-demon's mind and she was finding herself coming back into her good humor. And without the aid of the many mind altering herbs she knew could be scrounged up at that! Yes her mind was quite clear right now and the day was upon them. It fought it's way through the thick tangle of branches above and strove to send needles, golden pillars soaring down to the forest floor, yet it seemed to be having a hard time making it all the way down. Fine with her, her eyes worked better in the darkness, and the shade provided by the autumn trees provided a nice cool cover. She patrolled the rogue lands, almost constantly running her tongue over the insides of her teeth, as if she could still taste traces of Carson's blood there... And the idea gave her tingles. Her own wounds were healing pretty quickly now, and she was seeming more and more herself all the time. Even still she could not help the way her mind seemed to obsess over how the whole situation had gone down, running over the quick but brutal win against the she-wolf who had come seeking the Warriors and had found her death at the foot of a cliff. She now lay somewhere at the bottom of the ocean, to be picked at by fish and bottom feeders and to sustain the strong, as was the way of things. Her claws began to tense and curl, flexing as she went, something jittery and anticipating, a slight shuddering in her muscles. Somewhere nearby, a chipmunk broke free of some scant cover and went darting on by. Twilight made a single movement towards it but little more, releasing a high-pitched snarl and enjoying the satisfying ripple of it through her entire body. She was on top of the world today. As her father would sometimes say, she was Feelin' it! It was a whole 'nutha level to be on when you were feelin' it, and Twilight Heaven Solokov was there. There was even a refreshed bounce to that step, a twinkle in her crimson eyes as she wound her body around the littering of trees that threw themselves up in front of her path. The world was a multi-hued swirl in her peripheral vision. Her lungs were filling with great, exhilarating gasps of air, moving her to her core. She was a child of The Order, she walked with no fear on the Island of Traum, for all that came upon her, knew to fear her name and reputation. An apex warrior, a guard to her father and Generalissimus, a Spetsnaz to the core After a while she slowed her pace and began to come down, her body heaving and working. She felt brilliant, absolutely balls to the motherfucking walls. There would only be one thing that could make this day better, something to help her forget the world. And that was when she spotted a black smear in the distance and her eyes narrowed, face contorting into a scheming sneer. "Hello hello," she purred under her breath and hunkered down to wait. No use in hiding herself.

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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] His pace slowed to a halt when the scent of another creature crossed his maw. Turning his head to the direction it came from, he managed to see a white bodice drawing closer to him. Without any control really, his tail lifted into the air and hackles stood on end. A short growl managed to rumble through his raspy vocals. Far too often in seemed in these rouge lands he had come across those that were pure idiots that were not worth his time. Quickly he decided whether or not to chase this unknown femme off. As she got closer, he opted not to. This could be interesting for him at least. His tail dropped back down slowly and his hackles smoothed against his sleek form. He studied her for only a moment before he dipped his tattered and torn maw in her direction. "My dear, I am Fenris Fenrir. But please Fenrir will do fine. Who do I have the pleasantries of knowing?" he questioned. This would determine how the conversation would go. Those that were rude would snap and snarl at him. Those that were cowardly would turn tail and flee. And those that had any sense about them would introduce themselves properly. It was only polite. His tone was flat and emotionless though just like his eyes. They gave away nothing though they had nothing to give away in the first place. Perhaps to some males that this femme crossed paths with their mouths would drop and drool would spill from their maws. Foolish. He had walked the earth far too long to really care about matters such as the cravings of flesh. After all, the thought of making more of his wretched race made his stomach turn to the point of almost vomiting. Yes, he had been part of that guilty party before. But that had long since passed in his eyes. He was not a male looking for a female to screw. Nor was he, unlike many loners, a rapist. Once more rude. Though this femme had an air of beauty around her, he paid little attention to it. He was much more interested in seeing how this whole thing would play out. "It is not in my customs to turn from someone looking to speak to me," he added lowering himself so that his rump was now on the ground. His tail twitched behind him and then curled itself around his hind legs. It almost seemed to have a mind of its own at the moment. "So please... Why don't you join me," he offered with as much of a smile as he could muster up and that was not saying much. He studied her again. Something seemed different about this femme. He could not place it but he wanted to know why she was here. After all she stunk of a claimed terra that he had passed in his travels. Not many that lived in claimed lands traveled far outside of them.

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Twilight's coral tongue lifted and curled up against her pallet. Unbeknown to herself, in the presence of this approaching male she had began to salivate hungrily, darkly, as if he were a meal creeping closer. It was then she felt she simply craved the creature. His scent had filled her nostrils, almost plugging them up with his masculine spore and enticing her to creep forward just slightly, so as not to seem entirely rude. After all, like every male who fell into the intrusively seductive web of Twilight Heaven's presence, he was coming right to her. Oh she hardly had to lift a claw, it was ever so delightful. The killer in her fell away, if only into the deeper parts of her mind, laying patiently there and letting loose more of the hunter aspect. She was hungry, but not for food, she was hungry for him, and there he came in front of the snow-white female. Now up close she could see those bleeding crimson orbs, so very much like her own. The tip of her tongue tickled her lips. The ashen beast spoke, his tones a pleasant rumble, not all that unlike her father's. But nasty, she really did not want to visualize that in the least, so instead she focused her fully lavishing attention upon he who was yet to be named. "My dear, I am Fenris Fenrir. But please Fenrir will do fine. Who do I have the pleasantries of knowing?" A pleasured look seemed to be adopted in her vampyric red gaze and she tucked her chin up against her fluffy chest and seemed to coo. "Well deary me, a gentleman. How rare it is to find such a type out in the Rogue lands." Oh yes she was acting coy, but her eyes were taking in everything, he thinning look, the beginning hints of silver on his muzzle and especially the scars that littered his entire being. Though not the biggest, baddest wolf in the forest, this Fenris Fenrir was a creature to be reckoned with, his aura was just enough to tell her that. She would not mistake his gentile ways for a lack of danger. "Twilight Heaven, darling. But please..." she paused and winked. "Twi is perfectly alright." His reactions said it all. He was no young male, easily reeled and played with like a puppet on the end of a string. This was a weathered loner, a demon who was not driven by sex anymore, but a need to wander about the world. She appreciated this, and learned from it, and through it she would adapt her techniques in the front of seduction. Yes, he might not be young and foolish but he was here wasn't he? The male seemed to wish to continue to be on the move though, and reasonably so, he seemed like one who moved quite a bit in his day to day life. "It is not in my customs to turn from someone looking to speak to me... So please... Why don't you join me." Twilight ventured forward slightly, her movements fluid. The scar tattoo emblazoned upon her chest seemed to tingle the closer she got to this ghoul, this shadow-tainted entity whom had seen the world and so much more. She wanted to learn from all of this, and make herself better overall, and who better to help her with that then a wolf of some sort of respect. His eyes now only showed the slightest bit of interest in her, but not the deeply-rooted and numbing kind that seemed to take over the younger variety. She extended her body forward, like a lady extending her hand towards a courteous suitor. "I would love nothing more then to join you, Fenrir."

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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] His eyes watched her closely. Both wolves held a demonic tone in their orbs. Most likely like himself she had a wicked soul, if her bodice even still housed one. This could be an interesting meeting a black and white nightmare in one land. Scary really. His keen sense of smell could track the blood that had once graced her features. It was almost like a perfume to him. A woman not afraid to take matters into her own talons. Impressive really. She was younger than himself... But most that he stumbled upon were. He watched every movement she made down to any small twitches in her muscles. There was another scent that lingered on her form. She was claimed to a pack. Ah such were most that he came across. Those stupid children that dared stray too far away from the safety of their pack lands. Strength in numbers most would say... He spat on that. There is no strength unless the sole creature is strong, otherwise they would be relying on others to protect them. This femme did not seem like that however. She seemed like one that would be completely fine on her own. He could tell that she had been through a lot. His eyes studied the scar that graced her chest. It looked more like a tattoo than a scar in his mind. Then she spoke in reply. A smirk danced across his tattered maw as he listened to her vocals. Like lyrics in his ears. "I would not venture to call myself a gentleman as you say. More like... Proper when the time calls for it. After all where would I be if I were to attack everything that crossed my path?" he questioned with the smirk seemingly stamped onto his features. He finished listening to her introduce herself and then he dipped his maw to her then raised it again. "Tis a pleasure, Twi." His head lifted and watched her again as she moved closer. Dangerous thing to do mixing two beasts such as themselves together. Oh what Hell could they bring to this seemingly calm land. Would be a fun thing to create a little misery around here. It felt as though these lands were going soft. Unfearing of what lingered in the shadows. A pity really. So many wretched wolves had become so utterly rude these days. They spoke before they realized the words that they were saying could get them killed. Already this blackened horror had run into one too many ignorant wolves in these new lands. Many had been taught they need to watch their tongues. Another small smile dashed across his lips giving off a glint of dangerous ivory. "So, my dear Twi. You have the scent of a claimed pack... Why do you venture out to these rogue lands? Looking for new recruits?" he questioned raising his brow slightly as she drew closer to where he waited. "It seems like many are trying to rope the loners of these lands into their packs... Feels like things will be changing soon..." he stated thinking about those he had already met along his travels. There was something on the air though he could not place it. Almost felt like war on the horizon and this would not be the first or last that he would go through. It was something that always seemed to happen when pack lands were too close to each other. One small spark seemed to set off a blaze of blood and glory. "I will save you your breath if you look to recruit me there is no point. I am quite content on walking the path of a loner," he finished in a matter of fact tone. Though it was still flat and emotionless.

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] She watched him excruciatingly closely, so much so she was sure the male could probably feel her beady, red eyes boring into his hide like a maggot worming it's way into decaying flesh. As he walked his ribs occasionally pressed against her lustrous, black flanks, knobs of his hips protruding and showing off the life of hunger he lived. Though not one that was all that unpleasant it seemed, this wolf was very much at peace with the soul, or lack thereof that may or may not have lurked inside of his great chest. At a single gesture they were walking in calm, smooth strides, with he just abreast of her. Twilight Heaven allowed him the pleasantries of leading, taking her where he would. She had nowhere to be, nowhere to go, why not stop to indulge? From back here slightly as well she could gather up his scent, almost drowning in its musky allure. This was just something she had yet to experience yet, the touch of an older male, and how she was beginning to crave it. Especially with one so dark, but so proper. Twilight hardly felt the need to be her normally abruptly brash self, there was a desire to be more reserved, save up the moment. She listened to him speak, his voice reminding her of a lonely stone in the middle of a deep, dark cavern. There was a hollowness to it, an echo resonating from somewhere deep within. He claimed to be no gentleman, and rightfully so, he had done some sore things in his lifetime, things a wolf could not go back on. She could see it in those lifeless yet brilliant eyes which reminded her of both her father and herself at the same instant. The very idea sent thrills up her spine, sending her fur stiff along the crest of her back. Now placed just ahead of him she stopped and offered him the honor of her attentive, ruby gaze. "So, my dear Twi. You have the scent of a claimed pack... Why do you venture out to these rogue lands? Looking for new recruits? It seems like many are trying to rope the loners of these lands into their packs... Feels like things will be changing soon..." "Change is inevitable, it is the mechanism of time that shapes the world around us and makes it stronger. Things change all the time." There was something cryptic in the way she said it, Twilight could even taste it on her own tongue though she could not quite put her paw on it. The she-imp shrugged. "I may be born into a pack but I am a wolf of my own allegiance. As long as the Generalissimus is happy, I can do as I please, and that is why I choose to stay. Ha, you probably think of me a weak-willed wolf, prone to licking the heels of my superiors and lofting my power about upon the less worthy. But there is more to it for me then one may think, I am a wolf who strives towards what benifits me... life in this particular...regime, allows for such things.. Huh, I sound like my father." Twilight snarled slightly under her breath, disliking very strongly the very notion of being anything like her old man. Her teeth clenched together a bit but she managed to retain her composure. She could already sense what he was going to say next and it caused her to roll her eyes a bit, looking away from him idly for a moment as if examining a leaf on the ground before turning back and smiling in such a way that said, Ahh don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. "I will save you your breath if you look to recruit me there is no point. I am quite content on walking the path of a loner." "Don't flatter yourself," she said, letting loose a short bark of laughter. "I consider myself officially on break so you needn't worry about the agenda of my fellows. Your freedom is safe with me, Fenrir...Yaknow-" she paused and winked. "..For now." The she-devil laughed once more.

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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] An owl cooed in a tree branch above. Fenrir's audit twitched towards the noise but did not lift his gaze from the white femme. There was just something about this one that he guessed would make most others uncomfortable or that other emotion. What was it? Fear. She most likely had those that feared her and at the scent of her would flee. How interesting indeed. A flash of a smile gave away the glint in his ivories as she replied to him. He listened to every word that she spoke. For being young, her words were well formed. Not some babbling that an innocent would do normally in his gaze. It pleased him deeply knowing that this conversation would hopefully not be like the rest that he had normally come across. "You are right my dear... Change is completely unavoidable. Some accept it and some fear it. I have seen many things in my wandering so it is not something that I am frightened of. In fact, I actually enjoy watching lands change. Wars erupt as packs want to expand or new leaders are sought out. It is quite thrilling really," he stated flexing his paws on the earth. [b}"And I am sure that you will play your part in this inevitable change..."

[/b] he finished nodding towards her. He continued to listen to her speak of her role in the pack lands. He could not help but replace the once smile with a smirk on his features. She was a strong willed one indeed. Not like the normal pack land lackies that hugged close behind their alpha's ass. She actually had a mind of her own. It pleased him to know this. "Luckily for you, Twi, I do not jump to conclusions about other wolves when I first meet them. Normally, I have a good feel for others rather quickly. I did not pin you as one that would bow down and kiss the ass of your alpha. You are too independent for such a belittling thing," he said with a matter of fact tone.

He listened to her again and watched her wink. His eyes closed for only a moment. "You are rather a temptress, do you know?" he questioned. She had most likely wooed many brutes in her time. Made them fall at her forepaws begging for her attention. Maybe if he had been younger, weaker minded, he would be in the same situation. After all, she was a demon much like himself. It would be a frightening thought to mix their blood lines. The world might not be ready for such a nightmare. Though the thought itself was interesting indeed.

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[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] She lifted her head and for a moment drank in the ambient sounds of the forest that filtered in on them from all sides. Somewhere an owl hooted. Fenrir's ears twitched but Twilight's trained even further, hearing the rustle of some small creature through the scant undergrowth and even further perhaps a lone elk let out a long and lonely bellow into the night. The ivory witch breathed in deep and let the little imps that were so loosely caged inside of her head run rampant and free, happy to stretch their limbs as they conducted their jittery, numbing dance across her mind. Such imps, she had inherited in equal parts from her mother and father. Serena, that spiteful old hag, even once told Twilight that she was the spitting image of her late aunt, a wench by the name of Baby Moon (another insistently long and pointless title) whom had gone crazy and in the end lost her battle with the demons that inhabited her skull case. These little creatures, etheral and inconsistant, were a personification of the repressed passionate urges that ran intensely through her veins. It turned her wants into needs and drove her to the fullest extents and sent her blood boiling white hot. Fenrir spoke again and it was of course in the curt and trimmed mannerisms of a strange, dark gentleman. Twilight could have easily gotten used to treatment as thus, and put it in her mental notes that a sugar daddy was more then likely in order for her future. She lifted her intense crimson gaze to meet his own, orbs attentive. "Luckily for you, Twi, I do not jump to conclusions about other wolves when I first meet them. Normally, I have a good feel for others rather quickly. I did not pin you as one that would bow down and kiss the ass of your alpha. You are too independent for such a belittling thing." The seductress winked coyly. "You are the first out of many then. Excuse my tone of surprise for I suppose I am just so used to the ingrained bias that exists in the hearts of all those wolves who call themselves heavensent and accuse me so readily of having crawled out of hell." She bore her teeth in a cheeky grin, revealing a steel-trap grip and sinuous muscle rippling up along her cheeks. "Though I'm rather not insinuating that I did not." As her mannerisms grew more overt she could feel the tug and pull between them. She hardly had to try, it was quite delicious, the tempered will power of this great coal-colored devil. She did not have to dance forward and shy away like the ebbing tide in order to peek his interest. Yes he looked at layers somewhere deep inside that at times made the white pixie feel rather naked, but the violation was almost pleasurable in its own way. She rather liked the feeling of him actively probing her mind, though she would have much rathered he probed something else. The fire in her blood and her loins told her that. When she seemed to be pushing it rather far though the male took the time to press his eyes closed for a moment, and he chanced her a question. "You are rather a temptress, do you know?" She seemed to consider this, turning her body thoughtfully towards the forest once again. And then when she spoke, she felt the need to be honest, it just felt right. "Well you're not the first wolf to tell me that, if that is what you're inquiring Fenrir," she mused. "But in that light, it is simply in my nature. As long as wolves live to wander, I will lust after the finer passions in my life. It is an urge that is far too undeniable for me not to heed the call of...Especially when faced with such tantalizing tests in life." Her tongue rolled slowly over her lips. "But tell me Fenrir, you seem a wolf who has seen his fair share in the world. You carry yourself like an agent of the devil and yet you have this code of honor I find it very hard to wrap my head around.. I'd be damned if I said I didn't like it though."

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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] A small breeze picked up past his nares and he took in everything that he could. Though he was in a conversation it was second nature for him to do so. There were other wolves in the lands but not close enough it seemed to make a difference on the goings on of what they were doing. There were other scents mixed in as well. Mainly that of prey and the lingering scent of storm clouds rolling in over the horizon. Just lately it seemed that the weather had gone down hill and gotten much more bitter than he had grown accustom to in these lands. Winter was on the rise. He scoffed lightly at the thought. Winter brought snow and snow brought a whiteness that he could not hide his form well in. Not to mention it made the night all that much brighter. These things never sat well with him. He snapped back to attention as Twi spoke. Her voice was interesting. It had an air about it that was able to keep his attention. He let every word drift into his mind as he took it in. There was no doubt in his mind that she, much like himself, was a demon in wolves clothes. They both had a way about them that made others panic and flee. Perhaps if they could not flee they would stand there and piss themselves praying to whatever God would listen that they would survive the encounter. There were simply too many times he could count that that had happened. It was not the most attractive thing to do before one dies. Soil themselves. Quite laughable actually. A grin darted on his features for only a moment before it faded back into the darkness of his maw. A small laugh bubbled up from his vocals as Twi replied to him about being a seductress. "I would imagine that you have heard it before. And it is rather understandable that you would like the finer things in life. Then again who would not? To give in to such pleasures of the flesh... It seems to me I have not given in to that side of things in many moons," he replied thinking it over as he spoke. True, it had been a long while since he treated himself to the pleasures of the flesh, but simply put it was not something that he required to live. Sure it was one of those things that felt good but there were other things that preoccupied his darkened mind. Not to mention his distaste at the thought of carrying on anyone's blood lines. His audits twitched as she continued to speak. Another smile gave a glint of his ivories. "I have been many places and killed many more creatures. Though I am what I am I do not condone those that are rude. Those that are learn quickly about my distaste for their kind. But those that can actually carry out a decent conversation have a better chance in walking away with their lives. When I was younger, I was a senseless killer. Any that crossed my path were destroyed but now I realize the stupidity of my ways and have learned from them. To me there is no reason in being impolite or rude to ones that unwillingly find me. My ways may be confusing to most... But they are simple rules that I follow," he finished looking deep into her bloodied pools.

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] It was strange, as if a very similar feeling had come over the moonwashed she-devil, one which drew her in quite tightly into the grasps of this strange and enchanting male figure. So unlike them all, so unattainable and yet, easily attained. Yet not with her usual methods, no she had not flaunted or crooned or teased, she had allowed a natural spark to form interest, playing upon the finer arts of seduction. A craft she would wield with devastating force when she grew up, presuming her wild ways did not end her life early in it's prime. Not that this was anything she worried about, for she was wolf, and she lived in the moment. And in this moment something very strange and lovely had happened, yet she was so very willing to accept it. Have to try everything once, right? Let's just say that Twilight Heaven Solokov was the perfect wolf to take up living by such a lifestyle. She was driven by her own curiosity, doing all but throwing her caution to the winds. It was as if her soul, seeming so simple, was actually intelligent and complex as it sought out a lifestyle deemed to have such heathenous backgrounds. She just went where her sense of adventure took her, and right here and now it was leading her right into the arms of a gentleman suitor. Who's mistake would it be? Or would it even become a mistake at all? Twilight did not imagine her brushings with Castiel or Crouse had been so why should this be any different? Looking into those astonishing red eyes, the specter saw something of herself in there, but then also... an understanding. It was as if Fenrir knew exactly what she was but was showing no fear nor worry towards it. He was already going over and accepting the outcomes of anything that might come of this encounter. This made the she-devil feel oddly powerless and yet at the same time it sent her gut for an intense whirl. It was as if she was the one being taken for the ride this time and she supposed she was alright with that. She would never ultimately relinquish the ideas of power she had, from here on out they had been utterly laid out and defined. Inside of those insidious eyes flickered intense intelligence, something utterly refined. Fenrir seemed to be musing gently to himself, as if weighing and considering things. Like her father he was very calculating, but different, so much more laid back... Hell, he was old enough to be her father either way, judging by the feint traces of silver on his dazzeling pitch black muzzle. "I would imagine that you have heard it before. And it is rather understandable that you would like the finer things in life. Then again who would not? To give in to such pleasures of the flesh... It seems to me I have not given in to that side of things in many moons," Now it was Twilight's turn to think, and though the cogs did not turn as cleanly as his she was a pretty sharp tack. She twisted her head to the side ever so slightly, only just noticing how close he was. She could almost smell his breath, an earthy, hunter's scent. Her ears twitched and cocked a little. "What a shame that is," she uttered in her feminine timbre, not that almost mockingly sweet, giddy slut's voice. That was one she reserved for the more primitive males and the young fellas. The ones bursting with so much unbridled testosterone they could hardly speak in anything more then foam-flecked nonsense. "And yet... not a shame, for I have come to learn that depriving one's senses of those finer pleasures can make encounters ever that much more intense. Though I'm sure you've heard such things as well." Ending this was a rough-edged grit in her voice. He swung his great head and spoke again and yes Twilight Heaven indeed listened. She listened so intensely she could feel the roots of her ears twinge with the pain of straining forward so.. so eagerly. Every word he said she seemed to drink it up a milky look drifted across her eyes. "I have been many places and killed many more creatures. Though I am what I am I do not condone those that are rude. Those that are learn quickly about my distaste for their kind. But those that can actually carry out a decent conversation have a better chance in walking away with their lives. When I was younger, I was a senseless killer. Any that crossed my path were destroyed but now I realize the stupidity of my ways and have learned from them. To me there is no reason in being impolite or rude to ones that unwillingly find me. My ways may be confusing to most... But they are simple rules that I follow." He was aged, strange, wise. The young female, suddenly feeling oddly gullible, but keeping just enough composure over herself. She was no giddy school-girl, no weak-willed nancy. As the last of his almost poetic words entered her ears she let a clipped little smile simper across her blackened lips. They were gazing deeply into eachother's eyes now, and though Twilight would not allow this sensual male in too deeply into her subconscious she felt it would be perhaps safe to let her guard down a little.. Perhaps get a taste of a little bit of real romance. "Your ways are oddly beautiful.. I am young and I am - well - I am indeed quite senseless." The witch drew forward and without seeking permission she pressed her chest up against Fenrir's own. Her voice dropped into something close to a whisper. "So please, would you teach me?" A sultry twinkle had entered her hooded, crimson eyes.

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