Stab the Heavens

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Lust... The Lasvicious. Most would think, he lusted for females. No, the Lust stood for Bloodlust. Even that however, was strange. He was not in the norm. He did not kill for blood, nor was he outstandingly violent. He was calm, albiet mentally unstable. Eccentric, thats what he was. However, "She". She, was the true one who lusted for pain. She was sleeping. She was silent. He continued, drinking down every drop she gave to him. Heavenly, happy, heaven. It was delicious, even more so because she was beautiful, a fea, and offering it to him! She spoke, his ears picked up her words. He contiued to lap at every drop, not a single droplet would dare spill. How could he insult her like that? He drank, even as he spoke, not one drop would spill.

"Name? Yes.. Calling. Mine is Alucard.. "She" is.. She will tell you later.. Your name? Oh yes.. It must be... Calling.." Her blood ran more. He lapped it up. Not one drop would fall... "Your name.. I cannot guess it.. I apologize... Flowing... Blood.."

He was distracted again. How could he not be. He watched her, sitting down now. Carefully, he lifted her paw up with his nose, letting her blood drip down.. It landed on his face, into his black fur.. Warm. Very warm.. The warmth his mother never gave him... He spoke again, just letting her blood now soak into his fur.

"Its warm.. Warmth.. I'm cold. Always cold.. Warm.. You.. Are you cold? You seem warm.. Yes, I bet your warm.. Just like your blood. Blood.. Warm."

He let her paw down off his face. His tear like scars now acting as a sort of river for some of her blood to run down. It appeared he was crying blood now. He would call himself beautiful if he could see. As she went back to holding her paw, he kissed her wounds, sucking softly. Every drop of blood. As much as she would give.

[Thirteenth]

Norther’s head maintained its pretty tilt as he spoke, lapping at her blood between words, somehow never missing a drop. Ears pricked forward to better hear what was said between the strokes of his tongue. Again he mentioned the elusive “she” that he had spoken of before, but Norther neither saw nor heard anyone else near them. In fact, it seemed that there was no one else in the area at all save for herself and the blood-lusting Alucard.

When he failed to guess her name, Norther wasn’t surprised; perhaps a little disappointed. It would have been a bizarrely interesting turn of events to meet a handsome male who could divine so much about her just by the taste of her blood. A new sort of divination, much stranger than her own art form of interpreting and making predictions from nature’s many omens. It was far from a precise art, of course, when there were so many subtleties that took so long to master that by the time one managed--if they ever did--they were elderly and near death. Perhaps it was the same with reading from blood; or perhaps he was full of bullshit, Norther didn’t know.

When she shifted her weight to sit down, he slipped his muzzle beneath her paw to support it, and she saw her blood trickling slowly over his fur, spilling down the tear-stain scars near his eyes. Norther smiled faintly; there was something about a male with blood smeared over his fur that was just so attractive…

His head tilted down to allow for her paw to slide free as she began to support it once more, then his red tongue was flickering over the wound again. He seemed content to drink until he was stopped; and Norther let him continue, for the moment. She was rather enjoying the experience, in a strange sort of way.

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

He was in bliss.. This beautiful fea.. Temptress as she was.. Possibly only to throw him away.. Warm.. Right now, she offered him her blood. Her sweet, natural drug. Oh how lovely she would look. Bathed in crimson and ivory. He was intoxicated by it now, it spoke to him. A single moment of clarity, eyes half lidded. He said one word, which would most likely surprise her.

"Norther..."

Lucky guess? Or perhaps more... He was calm, and didn't speak again. He just continued to drink. She was warm.. He wanted that warmth. He, and "She" were always cold. Her blood flow was slowing down.. The wound, the blood was thick now. Stopping.. He considered for a moment. Biting her again, gently of course. Opening more wounds... No, she was nice enough to give into his desires for this long. He whimpered softly. The blood stopped. Gently, he grasped her paw in his jaws, but he did not bite. He simply placed it on the ground, letting it go. He licked his lips, looking back at her.

"Delicious.. Sweet.. Very warm.. You look warm. Norther? Is that your name.. It spoke to me.. Your blood. It hid your name. I found it. I think. Norther? Im Alucard... Yes.. Blood.. I enjoyed it. My desire.. Yes, I'm happy. Your turn.. I'll fullfill one of your desires.. One.. Warmth.. You seem warm.. What would you like?"

Ever the gentleman, as strange as he was. He had laid the offer out. One desire for one desire. It was fair. Right? An exchange.. She looked warm. He stood, coming closer, he moved his head beneath her Muzzle, moving more, resting his head against her.

"Yes.. Very warm.. I'm always cold. Your desire.. What is it?"

Seemed he often repeated things. Things that would make no sense to one that didn't know his backstory. A strange one indeed, yet he seemed to have taken a liking to Norther.

[Thirteenth]

An electrical thrill of shock coursed the length of Norther’s spine when she heard the singular word slide from the tip of his blood-coated tongue. Composure momentarily broken by the unexpected turn of events, her eyes widened with surprise. She blinked, once, then twice, watching as he gripped her paw between his jaws and gently set it to the ground. His red coated tongue flickered around the edges of his muzzle, and her ears pinned forward intently as he spoke, Delicious.. Sweet.. Very warm.. You look warm. Norther? Is that your name.. It spoke to me.. Your blood. It hid your name. I found it. I think. Norther? Im Alucard... Yes.. Blood.. I enjoyed it. My desire.. Yes, I'm happy. Your turn.. I'll fulfill one of your desires.. One.. Warmth.. You seem warm.. What would you like?

Alucard stood and moved closer, she felt his head touch the bottom of her muzzle; then nestle against the warmth of her fur and flesh, murmuring about her warmth, the cold he felt, and her desires.
“How did you do that?” Norther asked, absolutely delighted by the abnormal skill he had thus far proven himself to possess. This unusual male was turning out to be much more than a chance at finding a little bit of fun; in fact, he might be worth really getting to know…Norther shifted slowly, pulling her head back slightly to look down at him as she swayed her bushy tail, head tilting with curiosity.

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Alucard was Blissfully unaware of her thrill. She felt so warm.. He had never been with a female for even this long. They always ran from him. Found him to be disturbing. Not her.. This female. Norther. She liked him.. It was new.. Foriegn. Very welcome. Her scent was wonderful. Was this it? A females scent? It was wonderful. He looked up at her as she moved to look at him. How did he do that? Do what? He wasn't sure what she meant.

"Norther... Your warm.. You smell nice.. I.. What did I do?"

He asked softly, confused. He was simple minded it seemed. To him, divining her name from tasting her blood was something anyone could do.How was he supposed to know he was special? Nobody ever stuck around long enough to tell him he was. His mind wandered.. Her body.. So pretty.. He just wanted to get a better look... Perpaps it was curiosity, or perhaps it was instinct. He stood up and walked in a circle around her, gazing at her body. He stopped next to her, resting his head on her neck, enjoying the warmth.. The closeness of another.

"So warm.. It warms my cold blood.. Your desire.. I'll grant it. I'll grant it.. "

He was transfixed on her. His emotions swirling. She could probebly hear it. He rested his nose against the scruff of her neck, inhaling the scent of her soft fur. Lovely.. Enchanting.. He wanted to just stay like this forever.Her desire... He would belong to her if she so wished. If she desired his blood, he would give it to her. Did she want pups? She could have them. Did she simply want a meal? He would find one for her. Whatever she wanted.. Anything for the one that had made him happy.

"Desires... I will give it.. Blood? I like it.. It talks to me.. Sweet.. Warm.. Would you like it? You may have it.. My blood."

He spoke softly, gently, gazing at her. It occured to him then. While he thought about how beautiful she would be withi his blood coating her fur.. Was that what she was interested in? Blood.. No. That wasn't special.. What had he done? He'd wait.. Wait for her to tell him. Why he was special, and what she desired.

[Thirteenth]

Norther... Your warm.. You smell nice.. I.. What did I do?

Alucard answered her question with one of his own, and Norther tilted her head bemusedly. Surely he knew what she had meant? Not many wolves could tell so much about another just by tasting their blood…Before she could speak to clarify, she felt him shift against her and step away. She watched his eyes as he circled around her, admiring her figure; he walked around her once, then stopped to drape his head over her neck. Norther swished her tail around her haunches and nestled against his warmth.

So warm.. It warms my cold blood.. Your desire.. I'll grant it. I'll grant it, he murmured, and Norther twisted her head around to look at him for a moment, “You figured out my name. How’d you do it?” she questioned, turning into him and slowly beginning to rub her way down his side, drawing her thick white tail playfully under his chin as she passed and began to circle around behind him, “I’ve never met anyone with such an unusual skill.”

Norther was interested in this stranger now; wanted to know where he’d learned to divine from blood, maybe even learn how to do it herself. The latter might not have been possible, she realized. Such art forms were difficult to master. She had been learning to read nature since she was a pup, and even now it was a difficult process. There were so many subtleties to account for…

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Blood... He had drank her blood. Warm. Sweet.. Delicious. Red. It was always red. Skill? What skill? He didn't understand.. She was fascinated with him. He didn't understand why. What had he done? Others ran from him. Scared, nervous. His dilieruim frightened them. Not this fae. She was entranced.. What did he do? She spoke again. Speaking of how he had learned her name. How did he do that? He did... Natural. Everyone could.. He wanted to speak, but she distracted him. Circling him as he had done to her, her tail... Brushing his nose.. He felt it. An urging. Instinct. Mating. Procreation... Norther. She was behind him... Should he turn? He decided too. He turned to face her, still a little confused. Skill? What skill? Was that a skill.

"Skill? I.. I heard it.. From your blood. Your name.. It... Was there.. Hard to find, I found it. Norther? Yes.. Norther.. Pretty name. Like yourself.. You smell nice.. Warm.. I want it.. That... Warmth.."

It seemed he wasn't able to take his mind off of his primal needs. He was distracted. By her. She was taunting him, tempting him. It was working. He wanted her. Her desire, perhaps it was the same as his? Wait... She wanted to know. Would she get upset? Focus.. He needed to focus.. She was warm. He stepped foreward again, now resting his head against the side of hers, nipping her ear softly. Wait... Talk... Stop.. Talk. He spoke, inhaling her scent before doing so.. That scent..

"Skill? That? Blood.. It talks. To everyone.. Doesn't it? Try it.. My blood.. Is that your desire? Yes... It should speak to you... Please. Your desire? Is it mine? I desire.. You."

He said softly. Entranced. He was feeling his ancestors call. His needs. Urges. He wanted her.. Her all. Her scent.. Her teasing.. Her warmth.. It was too much. How long would it be? Before his mind became nothing but a web of feral instinct?

[Thirteenth]

Skill? I.. I heard it.. From your blood. Your name.. It... Was there.. Hard to find, I found it. Norther? Yes.. Norther.. Pretty name. Like yourself.. You smell nice.. Warm.. I want it.. That... Warmth.

She was driving him to distraction; Norther could hear it in the tone of his voice. His higher train of thought was starting to shut down, his brain reverting to primal functions. It was almost annoying; what was it about males that made their minds so one-tracked? Once they started to get in the mood it was all they could think about…It wouldn’t be long before she reduced him to acting on his base instincts; but that was when a male was at the peak of his performance, when they gave into lust and emotion. That was when the act of procreation was a simply divine experience.

He followed her after she teased her way past. She felt his cheek press against hers, felt a sharp nip against her ear, which she promptly returned, turning her head into his neck and gently pinching the flesh just behind his jaw between her fangs. Right above where the warm throb of his heart beat pulsed beneath his flesh, Skill? That? Blood.. It talks. To everyone.. Doesn't it? Try it.. My blood.. Is that your desire? Yes... It should speak to you... Please. Your desire? Is it mine? I desire.. You, Norther rubbed against his chest, letting the matter of his strange divination slide for the moment. She would broach the subject at a later time…perhaps when their desires had been sated.

Her slender form pressed against his as she moved down his side again, teasing, swaying her hips invitingly, swishing her tail across his face again, “My desire?,” she purred, echoing his question, casting a coy glance back over her shoulder, “Show me a good time, handsome…”

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

It seemed Norther wouldn't have much of a challenge with this male. In a sense. Learning to read blood would be challenging. Especially considering the fact that the one who would be attempting to teach had no clue how he did it in the first place. To him, everyone could do it. Blood talked to anyone who would care to listen. He didn't know he was special, unique. to him, he was plain as far as he knew. How could one teach what they weren't aware of? His ability to read blood.. It came from years of being bathed in it. Years of a murder. A childhood filled with nothing but being taught to kill as quickly and effiecntly as possible. Yes, in this aspect, she had a challenge in her paws.

"Time? It moves... None can escape it.. Time? Good time... Yes... I'll... Privacy.. We need a den right? Yes. I'll find one.."

It couldn't be happening... Her hips, inviting.. Tail, pleasently swishing against his face. No... No fea's ever wanted him. Lonely. Cold. Norther. She wanted him. The Temptress. Yes, restless. She wouldn't stay. Using? Did it matter? He wanted to be used. It was better then being ignored.... Procreation.. Pups... Instinct. These thoughts drove him. Slowly, he came closer, resting his maw atop hers. His tongue licking her softly.

"Privacy..."

He repeated. He had seen a large den earlier. Originally, it had belonged to a fox family. They were gone now. Rather, they were dead. "She" Had killed them because they wouldn't let her have it. Her... Oh... She would be angry. That female. His other. Angry. He had to warn her. Before they went further. He smiled softly, gazing at her.

"Before we... Mate.. I have to tell you.. "She".. Isn't nice. When she wakes up. I won't be me anymore for awhile."

It seemed that Alucard didn't talk with others often. A cryptic messege to all who would hear it, yet to him it made perfect sense. With that out of the way, at least to him, he motioned for her to follow. The two would travel a bit before coming too a large den, dug into the ground. It would work for a bit of privacy. The stench of blood and death rose from it. A smell he was so used too it didn't bother him. A fox head, eyeless could be seen sitting at the entrance.

"She did this... I felt bad for them.. i was sleeping. When she did it.."

He said softly.

[Thirteenth]

Time? It moves... None can escape it.. Time? Good time... Yes... I'll... Privacy.. We need a den right? Yes. I'll find one..
She continued to rub against him, listening to his soft words, his odd way of speaking; then he began to move. Her head dipped forward as he passed, and she nipped the base of his tail playfully, teasingly to keep him on the edge as they crossed the distance to the den he had spoken of. Moving easily, she followed him as he led the way, floating behind him on dainty paws.

A faint scent of blood, one fresher than that which always shrouded the battlefield, became apparent as they walked; it wasn’t as pungent as the smell of freshly spilled blood. Rather, it was the stronger, much deeper scent of old, dried blood, and of flesh that had begun to putrefy.

Before we... Mate.. I have to tell you.. "She".. Isn't nice. When she wakes up. I won't be me anymore for awhile, Norther glanced at Alucard for a moment when he said this, puzzled by yet another mention if this elusive “She”. Who exactly was she supposed to be? Was she a friend of his, the white female asked silently, or perhaps a jealous mate he was about to two-time? Neither option made perfect sense in regards to his last words, but after a minute or so she decided to cast the worry aside. Whenever “She” showed up, then Norther would worry about her…

The den he had mentioned finally came into view, as did the source of the faint scent of rotting flesh. Norther flipped her tail to the side, surveying the scene. The décor certainly was not the most appealing that she had ever seen…but she supposed that she would rather find a fox skull than a collection of wolf skulls.

She did this... I felt bad for them.. i was sleeping. When she did it..

“She seems a bit harsh,” Norther commented, tail flickering slowly from side to side as she looked around the den. It was fairly large, and roomy enough to fit them both comfortably, she noted as she took a step closer, though she did not enter; it was his domain, after all.