Romance Dawn

[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

This lake... Miracle lake. What a pretentious name. She had heard it. Wandered here. No one had stopped her. Welcome? Welcome.. No.. Of course! This land. The Enchanted kingdom. Pretentious. Flawless. Ugly. Beautiful. The two sides clashed within her mind. Conflicting views. One believed this realm to be heaven, the other believed it to be a lie. Silent. All was quiet.. Silence.. Nothing. Emptiness. Like her, empty. Silent now.. Her mind was quiet. Sleeping, he was sleeping.

"Hate.. I hate quiet. Find me. Come, I want it. Rage... I need more rage.. Lonely. Come, find me.. I'll find it. Mine."

A young male was closing in on thie "Miracle lake." The name of Enchanted him drawn him here. Both of him. So far, to one, the land was gorgeous and full of life! He was somewhat at peace.. So beautiful. Nature. She thought diffrent. There was no heaven, there was no hell. There was no enchanted land. There was no miracle. Lies. All of it, lies. The world sat atop lies, built on lies, survived on lies! She was lying to herself.

"There.. I smell it, water. The lake.. Godless. Soulless. It does not exist. Its never enough."

She could see it now, the lake. It was spread out before her, moonlight shining down on it as it drawn into it. The moon, how she loved it. It guided her, bathed her in pale light.. Even more beautiful, when bathed in crimson. The young male was.. Pretty. Could be easily mistaken for a fea. Feminine features, long legs. Pitch black pet. Only her scent betraying her real gender. That of a brute. No, she was a fea. A pretty fea. Even her voice sounded just like an enchantress.. Fea, female.. Not a brute... Tears, no.. Scars, a line beneath each eye.. It made her look like she was crying. Perhaps her physical presence was honest. She was lying to herself. She had no tears.

"Concieted, wretched, thing."

SHe spoke, voice dripping with venom. Staring down into the water, she saw it. Her reflection. Peerless, bottomless water. Lies. All lies. Lonely.... Company.. She wanted it. No, she demanded it.. Kill.. Blood.. The next female she sees.. She would kill it.. Male? No female.. Company... She wanted it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=546A7A] Failure is in my blood. More and more, violent thoughts ripped and tore Valentino's mind back to images and memories of his father. Another famous failure, if you asked him. He had raised me, hadn't he? And did a damned terrible job of it. Of course he had. Time after time the chocolate hued Alpha - though he hardly considered he had filled up such a mantle and preferred not to think of himself as thus - was used to blaming himself and everything he had become in the years for the shortcomings in his life. But after weeks of mental abuse and self loathing something in him had grown tired of that and now he began to blame everything around him, particularly the most hated being in his life.. His father. His father who had mistakenly raised a faggot and upon realizing his mistake cast the lonely young male out into the world on his own. Time alone had taken it's toll, then he came to Enchanted and by some miracle they looked to him as their leader, their Rex Dominus. Fools. Yes fools they had been, just as he himself was for ever thinking he could have taken on a duty as sacred as leadership and done anything but mess things up. One female was dead on his watch, a loved and highly regarded member of the pack, a mother and mate. This fact still ripped at his soul with more force then his own self pity for his unfortunate hand in the sexual preference category. That abominable failure leaked into his veins and spread like a poison that was slowly driving him into a steep spiral of depression. His wings were clipped and he could feel himself falling. For the hundreth time in the last few days, Valentino Rodolfo cried long and hard for the life that had been taken, for the wolves he had let down. But most of all he cried for himself. Call it selfish, but such weight had fallen upon a wolf who had simply not been ready to take up the calling he thought he could pursue. Alone again, feeling more solitairy then every with the wolves of Enchanted hiding in their dens and watching their backs in case of the threat of another spontaneous murder. What he should have blamed was The Order, and though he wished he could do that, nothing in his mind was sifting back to that. It did not really matter what the Order had done for he had allowed it to happen. Finally done crying, his stormy gray eyes tinged pink from the tears he had so recently shed, the rangey auburn male dragged his body to the Miracle Lake. Bishamon had been nowhere to be seen for days now and it worried him, though part of him was becoming resentful, for in their last encounter from afar he had smelt even from a distance the distinct scent of another male on his pelt. The very thought, even without evidence was enough to throw him deeper into his well of depression. I could just walk into the lake and never come back out. He thought this through the fog of emotion that stuffed up his skull. Suicide had been on his mind for a while, though only in brief, experimental spurts. Most times he would simply stow it away, other times he would see how far they went before he chickened out. Can't even get that right and just off myself. As the lake came into view something unexpected and disturbing hit his eyes though and Valentino stopped on the grassy bluff and almost froze. His hackles sat atop his neck like the spines of a porcupine and his whole body shook. The site of the murder... and there was a wolf here. One who was not of his pack. Maybe this really was his chance and he could just end it here, but as Valentino resolved that he would approach it became more and more obvious the feminine qualities that this beast appeared to have. Her scent was...off though. Blood was distinctly a part of it. "If you've come back looking for another victim, who better then the leader himself eh?" 'Tino said aloud, his voice strange, lacking any deeply caring emotion. It was as if it simply was not him anymore.

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Quiet. He was quiet. Sleeping. Half. Hatred. She hated him. For being the "Real" one. She wanted to kill him, devour his soul, and become "One." Real, One, All. She wanted it. The All. She couldn't have it. She gazed, staring at the reflection of the full moon on the water. No matter how hard she tried, she could never reach the moon. It was there, in paws reach. Lies. Deception. She could never reach the moon. There.. Right there, on the water. Lies. The water lied to her. She could never reach the moon.

"Curse you..."

She spat, spitting into the lake. Anger was building. Lonely. Company. she wanted it. Despised it. Desired it. Loathed it. Footsteps. Someone was there. Voice. Male voice.. Male.. Kill.. What did she settle on? Male or female? She couldn't remember which she wanted to kill. Her ears twitched. Scent. Male. Other males. Male. Kill him... Murder. Throw his carcess into the lake. Spit into the face of miracles. Save him. Come, show me. Save him. She wanted to kill him. Company. Male... Conflicted. She turned. She was accused of something. Murder? She faced him now, calm emerald eyes turned towards him. Scars, tear liness. Crying? No. He was. Accused, murder. Her scent, blood. Male... Male.. She spoke, coming closer, eyes full of hatred.

"Deception.. Blood. Lies. Enchanted? Lies. Miracles? Lies. How dare you lie to me! Killed? Murderer? I have killed no one! Yet... Yes.. Male, female.. Next female.. I will kill her.. Rip out the womb.. What does it feel like? Prengancy? No.. I am female.. Male... Female.. Procreation. instinct. I want it.. Pups. I want it... Give to me. Give me your all."

Thoughts twisted. Closer, she walked closer. Steps flawless, soundless. Ghostlike. Blood. She wanted it. Pups. She wanted it. His All, all.. Everything. She wanted it. Leader... He spoke, leader.. Voice.. He wasn't running. Death. Leader... Packlands. Was he leader? Alpha? Pups.. All. Greed. Avarice. She wanted it. His All. His blood. His life. His soul. Standing, in front of him now, her eyes wide. A solemn madness loomed before him. Conflicted. Her eyes, they changed... A soft look, alluring now, a hint of lust within them. She spoke again, her dark, malicious sounding voice had changed. Sweet now, honey.

"Your desirable... A nice male.. I was so lonely.. Come here, let me give you a pleasent dream."

She nuzzled him softly, playfully nipping his ear. It was apparent, the voice, the eyes, the feminine appearence. Lies. Her scent betrayed it, she was a he. "She" didn't stop, nipping his ear softly now, rubbing herself against him. She rubbed her nose underneath his chin, moving foreward, her head, ears, neck, back, ending with her rump bumping his nose, tail flicking him. She turned, standing next to him. He smile faded, eyes going wide. Hatred, anger.. Kill, all.. She wanted it. The voice returned, dark, angry.

"Alpha.. You? Leader.. Male... Female.. Pups.. Your all... Give it to me. I want it, its mine. Your mine. Die, feed me. Your blood, I want it. Your all, your blood. I want to see you dyed in crimson bathed in the moonlight.."

She snared now, moving to bite him. She was aiming for his throat now, if he didn't move, didn't resist, she would bite. Kill? No.. Torture, she would bite just enough to make him feel pain.. Pain, lies. He would pay for lying to her! Blood..> She wanted it, she waited to taste it.. His blood.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=546A7A] The moment he was noticed, well that was when things got a little wierd to say the least and unease slowly began to creep back into Valentino's heart. His legs would not stop moving though, damn them, they just kept going, guiding him closer and closer to this creature who could have potentially taken the life of one of his pack members. Anger mixed with fear and bitterness, creating this gruesomely poisonous concoction in the very pit of his belly. Upon being spoken to, the wolf... was it really even a wolf? spun around towards him, displaying a body so slender and feminine he had not really been expecting it at all. Everything about her was strange, violent, but at the same time her smell told him everything and he came to realize that the oh so confused wolf in front of him was indeed a male. 'Tino had heard of some, and though it did not exactly float his boat, who enjoyed making themselves up with the appearance of the opposite sex. Be it for kicks or for their own personal comfort in their preferred gender, he had always supposed it to be just as natural or unnatural as his own views on it all. But this, this was something totally different for immediately she..he was coming towards him and there was something in those eyes that spoke of insanity and danger. He spoke with a voice as soft and sibilant as any she-wolf's, grating tones were held underneath it though, like someone trying to break free. "Deception.. Blood. Lies. Enchanted? Lies. Miracles? Lies. How dare you lie to me! Killed? Murderer? I have killed no one! Yet... Yes.. Male, female.. Next female.. I will kill her.. Rip out the womb.. What does it feel like? Pregnancy? No.. I am female.. Male... Female.. Procreation. instinct. I want it.. Pups. I want it... Give to me. Give me your all." Valentino's tear-stained eyes fell upon his narrow chest, unblemished by the blood marking of a wolf of the Order where normally the scar of a Triskel would have emblazoned proudly. The way he spoke was guttural, needy, pained almost and he came closer and closer, his strange body swaying invitingly... In his fearful, saddened stupor, the Rex simply just did not know how to react. He could have stepped away, forward, but he did neither, choosing to stand and watch as this crazed being came for him. "What are you?" he asked quietly. The words barely made it out of his muzzle when the wolf spoke again, it's eyes changed and there was sweetness to it, coated in so much sugar 'Tino felt as though he might become sick. "Your desirable... A nice male.. I was so lonely.. Come here, let me give you a pleasant dream." He could have moved, his muscles were screaming for him to run but he did not as he found himself oddly entranced by the show being put on before him. Overly feminine males had never been his cup of tea, but he was so far gone when Lust began to move his body against the chocolate Lord's, nipping at his ear a fire woke up instinctively in Valentino's gut and need flooded through him like a violent emotion. Bishamon was pushed forcibly from the forefront of his mindset and replaced with the faceless, animate form of Sex. His..her, smaller body moved underneath his chin and he felt the length of that bony spine clicking below his jawbone. A dream sounded nice right about now, a long dream from which he would never wake up. A dream which did not include Enchanted, Traum, or any of the wolves he had ever encountered here. The poison in his belly had turned into a hateful cancer. Soothed he closed his tired, burning eyes but that was the moment "she" sprang again and that voice changed. It became ugly and grating. Something about him, gender, blood, his All. What was his All? He just did not understand, nor did he want to. He just wanted to end. But it was clear, as Lust sprang for his throat that though his mind was resigned and ready for a quick death, his body was not. Unable to hold still his eyes snapped open and he took a shaky step backwards and the teeth that had been aimed for his throat found purchase in the loose flesh beneath his chin. There was a tearing sensation, a slight throbbing burn through his jowls but he neither whimpered nor cried out. Instead Valentino stood, his eyes incredulous and wide as he stared at Lust, then gazed down at the ground where the wound under his jaw dripped endlessly, creating an expanding pool of blood on the earth. He blinked. "I...I..I" he began to stammer, stumbling clumsily over his words for the first time since he had become Rex Dominus of the Kingdom. Oh gods, I am stuttering again! "I...I don't understand. I d-d-d-don't know what t-t-t-to guh-give you." Though it was clear from the violatingly warm liquid running down his throat and across his chest, matting down his already dark fur with the shadow of blood that this vampire wanted his life. Or at least his pain. Sex had all but snapped out of his mind again, and it sat there flexing it's claws in anticipation, waiting in the corner to be beckoned again with far more ease.

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[Black Yen Power G-Man Spy]

Lilith was angry. He had moved. He should have been a good boy and held still. Angry... Her perfect work, destroyed. She prided herself on her percision when it came to inflicting wounds. When it came to torture. She hadn't planned on tearing open his chin. Moved... Anger. She would kill him. Wait... Wait.. He had blamed her! Called her a murderer! No.. She wouldn't make him not a liar. No, torture, but not death. She had seen it.. Her mind was rushing with mixed emotions. She had seen it... His.. Lust. For a second, he desired her! Yes... Desire.. Lust.. Sex... Pups.. She wanted it, his all. She saw it... That smell.. That scent.. His.. Blood... Delicious.. Blood.

He spoke. Stuttered. Confused. Nervous. Lust. She wanted it. His all. Anger flooded her. Torture.. The blood, watching it drip, she ignored his words for now. Eyes transfixed on the crimson liquid as it pooled on the ground. Was it warm? This thought moved her. Closer to him, she rested her head below his. Slowly, she connected, her head resting below the fresh wound. She felt it.. His blood. Coating her fur slowly.. Warm... It was always warm.. She sighed softly. Calm... Calming.. It always calmed her.

"Warm... Its warm... I like it.. Warmth.. I'm always cold.... Want it.. Keep me warm."

Her voice wasn't dark anymore. Not threatening. Nor was it alluring, laced with desire. It was simply, entranced. Calm. She wanted to taste it. It would speak to her... It always did. She slowly lowered her head, her face now coated crimson with his blood. She licked the wound, a long, almost soothing and affectionate lick. Warm. It was sweet.. Deliciious. She wanted more. Her tongue continued to lick at the wound. Her taste coated with his taste. She allowed not a drop of his precious life's sustanence to hit the ground. No, she wanted it. His all. Minutes... Silent.. Just drinking. She stopped, looking down at the pool beneath her feet... Red.. Crimson. The moon shined on it, on him. She spoke, softly. Calm.

"Yes... This is it.. Beauty. Bathed in crimson beneath the warmth of the moon.. For us, who have no place in this world... It is "Home." It speaks to me.. Your blood.. its sweet. I like it.. Speaks to me. Confused. Angry. Depressed. Your Lonely.. Yes. Like me? Lonely.."

She drank more. Her tongue lapping at his wounds. Perhaps in a way, it was soothing to him. To have the pain gently massaged away. It was warm to her.. She was always cold. Sweet.. Filled with confusion and despair. He was a leader? No... He was hers. All hers. Forever. She wanted it. His all. She sighed, a smile on her face. Calm, happy. It always soothed her. He had questioned her. What to give her. Stuttered. Nervous. Cute. SHe rested her head against the wound again, tail swishing back and forth. She spoked, softly.

"I want it... This warmth... I want it.. You. Your all. Yes.. Your cold? I will keep you warm.. I'm cold. You will keep me warm.. Pups. I want them. Give them to me. Mating.. Procreation. You want them? Have them. Take me. I want it. Your all. Be mine, all mine. Mine. Your ALL."

She said the last word with a bit more feeling, licking her jaws. HIs blood coating her face, her tongue. His taste. She liked it. Him. She liked him. Lonely, he was company. Cold, he was warmth. She wanted it, his All. She would have it, she would have him.

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/20fympe.jpg] Anger flashed through those eyes, those eyes that seemed split between two worlds where this creature floated in an eternal limbo, unable to find itself fully. In many ways Valentino felt the same. Maybe it was the loss of the blood dripping from the sensitive spot beneath his chin but he was beginning to feel this drunken, drowsy haze flood over him. All survival instincts had been abandoned on the front hearth as he had come into this strange and alluring situation and all caution seemingly thrown to the wind. Well maybe not all.. He had stepped away from the killing bite had he not? Had it actually been a killing bite? Bitterness followed in quick succession, blaming him for being too coward to even stay still and end his life as he had so adamantly persisted upon just moments ago. Afraid of everything he was, fear, loneliness, failure, death. What kind of wolf was he? He was a wolf who was not moving, not moving as Lust lingered closer again, and his eyes changed to the sickly sweetness once more. Valentino whimpered gently and shuddered as he ran his tongue over the wound, eliciting a simultaneous surge of plain and pleasure inside of his body. Oh how violently wrapped up in things he had become. "Keep me warm." He almost ventured to ask how he would do that, how he could possibly wrap a ghost up in his body and make it feel warmth and love? Was that afterall not what this wolf was? A shadow of himself, a demon in wolf's clothing caught between fucking and pouncing, seductively primal in his instincts. "Yes... This is it.. Beauty. Bathed in crimson beneath the warmth of the moon.. For us, who have no place in this world... It is "Home." It speaks to me.. Your blood.. its sweet. I like it.. Speaks to me. Confused. Angry. Depressed. Your Lonely.. Yes. Like me? Lonely.." Valentino looked up suddenly into those glittering, ghastly eyes, cocking his head innocently to the side as if a pup. His own eyes were deplorably misted over, as if actual clouds had skidded across his stormy gaze. The chocolate hued alphen licked his dried lips slowly, tasting the cracks on them, the lingering tinge of salty tears. "Yes, I'm lonely, so goddamn lonely it's tearing me up inside. I don't know what to do." His voice was hardly above a murmur. She..He.. pushed up against him, lingering on his wound, spreading his own blood into his fur now where it clung and clotted in the warm drafts of the wind. Despite his feminine appearance, Lust still held his masculine strength and the press of his body up against Valentino's own was driving the deeply buried parts of the Rex Dominus' mind insane "I need someone. Anyone." It no longer felt like he was speaking. It was as if he had climbed into the passenger seat and let auto-pilot take it's merry course. "I want it... This warmth... I want it.. You. Your all. Yes.. Your cold? I will keep you warm.. I'm cold. You will keep me warm.. Pups. I want them. Give them to me. Mating.. Procreation. You want them? Have them. Take me. I want it. Your all. Be mine, all mine. Mine. Your ALL." Valentino, whom had now laid his head down wearily on Lust's thin shoulder, breathed out a sound of slight confusion. His brows knotted together and he pulled away from her slightly so he could look down at the strange and oddly entrancing spectacle before him. He spoke, his eyes imploring as his tail began to sway back and forth as it tended to do when he was deep in thought. "B-b-but how could I perform such a feat? You are as I am, a muh-muh-muh-male." A slight aggression suddenly entered his gaze, as if he had just plucked up enough courage to allow it. "Though I could breed you regardless," he uttered in a guttural growl, extending his neck to nip at the other's ear.

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Blood... Warmth. So warm.. She was always cold.. His blood. His warmth. Hers. She owned it. She wanted it. Devour. Devour.... Devour.. All. His all. Hers. She wanted it. She felt it.. He moved. Cold again. Slowly, anger rose in her. How dare he move, take away her blood. His blood. Her warmth. Her pleasure. She stared at him, eyes going wide. His blood covered her lips, and as her tongue came to lick them, a single strand of his red blood fell to the ground. Words. She could hear him speak. He confirmed what she knew. His lonliness. The driving emptiness gathering and festering within his soul. He then did the unthinkable. Before she could speak to him, he did it. She heard it clearly.

"B-b-but how could I perform such a feat? You are as I am, a muh-muh-muh-male."

Her eyes became fogged as his were. Not with emotions such as lonliness and sadness. No, rage filled her now. A nip at her ear, more words. He wanted to breed her now. A paw raised to swat him in the face, possibly draw blood. She jumped back, growling, she twitched. Her muscles tensed. His throat. Shed tear it out. How dare he.... How Dare he call her a male! Female! Female! It was obvious! She was a fea! A beautiful one.... She screamed at him, screeching, a banshee's howl.

"I am Female! Look at me! Female! Birther of pups, provider for pups, mother. Mother! You... You...... You.... Admit your mistake. Apologize now.. Do it. You. Your all. Its Mine. You belong to me! Say it! Fea! Desirable. Breedable.... Fertile.. Fea! Do it.... Or i'll tear them off... Tear them off and feed them back to you."

She hissed the last statement. It wouldn't take him much to figure out what "Them" Was. Where her eyes went when she said this. Slowly, she calmed down. She was breathing hard in the cold air. Each breath visable. Slowly... Don't break.. No.. Male... Breeding.. Instinct.. Pups.. His all.. Slowly, she was fighting to urge to maim him. Slowly... A few moments of silence and her smile returned. Seduction, honey wrapped around her voice again. She came foreward, her nose touching his. The fea, the obviously unstable fea lowered herself, crouching beneath him. She raised her head just enough to nip at his chin, ears back.

"Yes.. Your all.. I want it. Pups.. I want them. You, your warmth... In me... Mine... All Mine.. Take me... Breed me.."

She said the last few words with a whimper of need in her voice, the seeming rage and anger she had felt all but forgotten.

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/20fympe.jpg] Her..His, eyes collapsed behind a wall of fog, very much like his own but instead of the drive for sex the anger had returned like a lightning bolt to the exact same location as before, scarring the ground with a massive, blacked out crater. It was something the suicidal part of him had been expecting and perhaps anticipating. It had been sitting there ready and waiting to throw him under the stampede of a thousand angry hooves and goring antlers that seemed to accompany Lust in every ridiculous swing his personality had taken. Judging by all of this, despite the male's tight and tiny appearance he was beginning to think that perhaps she.. he had not been the murderer afterall, though he very well could have been. His anger was vengeful, and though vaguely feminine in appearance, his body packed a lot more power and determination that was entirely expected of him. And he lashed out with his words, stepping away as well. "I am Female! Look at me! Female! Birther of pups, provider for pups, mother. Mother! You... You...... You.... Admit your mistake. Apologize now.. Do it. You. Your all. Its Mine. You belong to me! Say it! Fea! Desirable. Breedable.... Fertile.. Fea! Do it.... Or i'll tear them off... Tear them off and feed them back to you." Valentino narrowed his eyes now, hackles raising. That released courage blossomed into an ugly rose, prickly and dark. Every individual hair on his body had raised up in surprise and something lingering on the edges of total fury and the light in his eyes was returning with a pale vigor, demonic and different. What he was feeling now was complete frustration, for this male before him was being a tease and in Valentino's undersexed mind a monster had risen to take hold of his every movement. He did not care what this fucked up little monster thought he was, he had a cock and right about now that was all that mattered. His tongue ran experimentally over his lips, lashing his chops hungrily with strings and globlets of saliva. His claws were digging into the still-warmed earth, untouched by the deathly hands of winter's grasp and there was a slight sound rising up in his throat. A snarl, yes, bubbling up in the very depths of his chest. "You'll do no such thing," he snapped dangerously, a flicker of spittle flinging from his maw and landing on a broad leafy weed near Lust's front paw. She...He was already moving towards him, eyes cleared, eyes dangerous and reflected in his own stormy gray gaze was his own many frustrations built up into a solid and tangible rage. He was almost shaking when he dipped below and began to nibble at his chin, tugging at the wound, being sickly sweet once more. It would not work a third time, no Valentino felt fed up and he would get what he wanted today. "Yes.. Your all.. I want it. Pups.. I want them. You, your warmth... In me... Mine... All Mine.. Take me... Breed me.." Suddenly he released a strangled snarl and 'Tino felt his body react like a gunshot, swift and recoiling. His jaws snapped and his head darted forward much like a serpents, aiming to grab Lust's muzzle in between his jaws and give it a slight shake, while doing so he flung the rest of his scrawny form in it's wake, trying to leap atop of the other male and pin him soundly. "Oh I'll do more then that," he snarled into the he-she's ear, reaching to bite it too. It was not his voice, it was not him. Valentino had fallen somewhere into the depths of his own pain and darkness and would not be crawling back out any time soon. He was a new wolf. "You'll be my bitch."

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Lust was a bit surprised at the sudden grasp of her muzzle, or at least the attempt. Being an assassin, his reflexes were highly trained, giving him the chance to move out of the way. At the pinning attempt, he was indeed pinned to the ground as Tino above told him he was now his bitch.... This thrilled her. The one known as Lilith. She was so desirable to this male that he considered rape. This was it. This was what it meant to be a female. To have a male lust after you so much he would do anything to have you... As exciting as this new prospect was, Lust had to make sure that Tino here knew his place. "Those who seek me must be bathed in blood." A gutteral voice spoke out. Full of malice and lacking any warmth. No anger or hatred within it, just a simple killing aura. Had she been successful in pushing him off, she would stand next to him, eyes glazing over. She was losing herself now, she felt it rising. Primal need. It overwhelmed her, and she no longer was a "Her". She was male and tino was female.. She rose, eyes going wide.

"Yes.. You desire me? Yes.. I desire you. Warmth. I want it, your wamth. Come, submit, and keep me warm. Lonliness will vanish, confusion will vanish. Come to me, accept my madness. Come.... Insanity and Rapture await you."

She stated calmly. The male walked foreward, coming to Valention. If he could, he would stare into the others eyes, a paw would rest on his forehead, urging him to roll over onto his back and present his stomach. A display unfit for an alpha of his status. At this point, would it matter if he did this? She.. He.. Whatever lust was becoming was ready to submit as well, when it came to mating. But, she would never let a male fully rule her. No, Subdue perhaps, but never tame her.

[Makarov]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/20fympe.jpg] The he-wolf who thought himself a she-wolf began to push back against his advances and despite his own feminine sway he was found to be quite powerful. They were both rangy, skinny males, but Valentino soon found himself utterly overpowered by the strange movements which this lusty wolf made. He was pushed readily off of the other despite his own dominating motions. In truth, despite his rank in the world, he found himself quite susceptible to the power of another male. And in the terms of his own sexuality perhaps 'Tino was more of a bottom then anything. He craved the power of an unbridled and needing male upon his back yet lacked the spine to attain it... and yet here it was, staring him in the face in the form of one very screwed up demon. With the ability to rise again the male did so slowly. Before he had been speaking about blood and yet that fevered gritting edge had inched into his voice again, letting the confused Alphen in on the quick little changes in personality that were about to happen. He almost seemed to anticipate them but at the same time was oddly surprised. This creature was male afterall, despite all his misgivings and the stereotypes he was everything he was built to be, and Valentino got a strong taste of that as he wordlessly watched the lithe wolf approach him, something sinister in those eyes. He was helpless, and every inch of his body already wanted to give in, to feel what he had been dreaming of feeling for so long. The male inside of Lust would not allow the female aspect to be fully dominated. And though the Rex's instincts screamed towards feeling the warm enveloping of the other's body the rest of him was sadly complacent towards the turns things were taking. As was with many situations in the brindle male's life, he was becoming the bitch, and yet not a bit of him seemed to care at this point, he was simple along for the ride. "Yes.. You desire me? Yes.. I desire you. Warmth. I want it, your wamth. Come, submit, and keep me warm. Lonliness will vanish, confusion will vanish. Come to me, accept my madness. Come.... Insanity and Rapture await you." His paw came to rest gently upon Valentino's forehead and he felt oddly compelled to submit without a single thought to the unbecoming nature of the action. His forelimbs crumbled like the wall of Berlin, quickly followed by the hind ones as his body instinctively succumb to the motion of being led down to the ground below him. Oh how he willingly followed until his belly touched the earth and he finally made the clear rolling motion and showed off his belly to the other. He was no longer acting as the Alpha he had thought he could be, but the sex starved freak he knew he had always been. Such a thought soothed him as he lay there in that pathetic state, writhing, showing off his throat, chest and form to the male who stood above him, eyes glowing evilly. "Whatever you want," he uttered with a desperate tone edging into his voice. "Anything." There was almost drool forming on the corners of his lips now. He was so caught up in everything going on. Abandon everything his instincts told him, and so he did, and gladly. It seemed to be a lot easier then running a pack had turned out to be.