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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Aug 2, 2013 0:11:47 GMT -8
The art of battle is a contradictory one, wreaking such malicious hostility whilst also bearing the innate ability to invoke a sense of absolute, insurmountable satisfaction. It was a perplexing thought to say the least, such adverse emotions blooming in the wake of an act so brutal, so barbaric – and, yet, the fiend found himself lacking any form of surprise with the revelation, the sadism of the current generation having made itself evident long before his years of adulthood.
It had been an exceedingly bothersome fact, initially, when Laevinus stumbled upon the idea that he would be forced to fight in order to earn the right to his existence – but, as with most things, such distress was soon to wither with the numbing, deadening effect of reality.
Now, reminiscing upon the pathetic areas of his life, the beast found himself unfathomably disconcerted, nearly aghast with the level of which he had changed. It wasn’t alarming, per say, but simply intriguing; Laevinus had begun as all children do, contrary to popular belief. He had been of pure mind, soul, and heart—he had been an innocent. But, the cruelties of the planet had easily succeeded in robbing him of such youthfulness, such untainted happiness and contentedness.
And, thus, his transformation from seraph to glutton had begun.
The hellion did not seek pity for this fact, nor would he ever; instead, the male used it in ways of which would place him within a spot of victory or advantage. The world had made Laevinus an exceptionally hardened, rugged individual – but, he had benefited from it, learned and accepted that each and every being upon earth held the capacity to shift into a malevolent, pernicious being. Because of this, the brute had led himself to believe that he was a safer individual, protected from weakness and vulnerability by thick, impermeable layer of spite and vulgarity. His animosity, his malice; it served as a shield, warding off all things emotionally agonising. Physical pain was not an issue, for the alabaster mastiff – it never had been, and it likely never would be. He had become easily accustomed to it. Emotional pain, however—that, Laevinus refused to cope with.
Inky lips parted in order to release a thick, slow breath as the able-bodied male made his way increasingly closer to his current destination; the single tree of which stood proudly in its lonesome, a beacon offering momentary relief from the unrelenting rain. Laevinus moved proudly forwards, each stride collected and elegant as he weaved through the dampening grass, brittle claws unearthing the clammy soil that sank beneath his weight. It was a rather desolate evening, sky overhead a muted and ashen silver in color, though it was not the scenery of which drew the beast – but, rather, the battle of which was being waged within view.
As the canine drew nearer to the base of the towering sapling, his ivory pelt shrouded within the dappled shadow of the canopy above, his cerulean eyes raked across the barren, dull landscape, ceasing motion only once settled upon a railed duo. Both, young mongrels were of the same nature; naive, youthful, inexperienced and green in the world of slaughter. It was hardly the exhilarating match of which Laevinus souk to observe, but it cured his boredom for the time being, tail curling about his broad body as he reclined back upon his haunches.
It may have been an endearing and sobering sight, to some; a seasoned warrior regarding younger, reckless versions of himself, audits perked forwards and chin levelled, gaze steady.
Little did the youngsters know what weight such a comparison held, what expectation that placed upon their unready and unworthy shoulders. |
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Post by Centience on Aug 2, 2013 1:29:36 GMT -8
The rolling hills the rocky earth, it was nature at its finest and even better it was great for sneaking around. Unlike the leftover human remains. Everyone expected a dog to be there, but here? Never. It was unlikely, which was exactly why I was here. Exploring this new world, a world without those pesky humans. All they wanted was control, they wanted to own me like some piece of property and I always had another thing coming they always had a wake up call. Those damn people with their leashes and collars, muzzles and cages. It was stupid and quite frankly I would never stand for it. Since I came into that home I caused them nothing but trouble. Constantly fighting and being aggressive, with no real reason aside from my own bad temperament. Long legs danced across the cold grass padding gently with ease. The evening was rather peaceful a silver grey sky that rained down cold droplets which soaked through my thick coat with time. Reaching the flesh below and causing a chill to run its course over my body. Muscles would tense as I began to seek shelter the need for self preservation pushing me forward unlike any other force in this world.
I would find it in due time, a tall single tree standing alone in the hills. Ears perked with ease upon my cranium head lifting up as the shape of another figure was perched below its branches. Interest now peaked, causing me to quicken my pace. Tail flicking gently behind me, the wind would blow and my nose would catch it. Male. Even better, perfect actually. This was my specialty, stealing their hearts and adding them to my little collection. My jar of others emotions and deepest secrets. A casing in which they would be locked away for all eternity, their sorry cries begging me to set them free. But I could never do such things. They foolishly walked into my path, and walked right into my paws. As I drew closer, the figure became more and more clear, his large frame intimidating and all the more alluring. With regal elegance I pulled my head upright with ease as I closed the space between us. "Hello there." I hummed, my Russian accent thick on my tongue.
A smile played at my lips willingly as I eyed him with dark intention lingering. My head would tilt to the side ever so slightly as I kept a comfortable distance between us. Even though part of me didn't want to. "Why are you out here all alone?" I questioned, a smirk playing at my lips. "Surely you wouldn't mind a bit of company." it would come off as a purr, a dark desire burning within the tones. |
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Aug 2, 2013 23:33:34 GMT -8
Laevinus scented her long before she dared join his company.
It was an absolutely unmistakable aroma, taunting and insurmountably magnetic by nature; it awoke not only the fiend’s mind but his senses as well, spine stiffening as liquid adrenaline coursed through his singing veins. A lone female was ample enough opportunity to plant the seed for anticipation and desire to grow, invoking the savage with a new sense of self-awareness as he eagerly awaited the femme’s approach. He longed for company, lusted for company—and she, it seemed, was very much content in obliging.
The alabaster brute’s pallid, azure eyes remained still despite his yearning to scour the plains in search of the female, body entirely unmoving from its previous position. Those of the opposing sex relished in the chase, the thrill, and Laevinus was vitally aware of this fact; and, thus, seeming eager for her company would only damn him to appearing everlastingly desperate. He was not in dire need of a female, and it remained evident in his seeming lack of interest.
It did not take long, however, for the imp to make a grand appearance, sashaying through the tall grass as though an almighty created her for such a purpose. “Hello there.”
A temptress, a conniving and enticing snake within the grass; this female, this lone and beguiling unfamiliar, was dangerous – that much, the carnivorous glutton was avidly aware of. Her delicate, curvaceous frame served as bait to those of a more lustful nature, purity and ethereal beauty seeping from her body with each subtle flexing of muscle or dip of her slender hips. Delicate, delectable, undeniable; the femme invoked such awe within the grim beast, whilst simultaneously awakening a very ruthless, carnal anticipation.
A deadly combination to most, perhaps, though Laevinus had long become skilled in regards to the opposing sex. He was a fiend, a vulgar and barbaric hellion; and yet, he held within himself the innate ability to subside such rampant, dangerous emotion. Should the female be in need of a lover he would serve as such, should she desire a faux companion he would oblige as well; as long as Laevinus was granted satisfaction, he would contently stifle the savagery of which he was oh-so capable of. “Hello, Love.” He murmured in guttural response, baritone lyrics seeping of liquid seduction, his ulterior motives blatantly clear within the hoarseness of his tone.
“Why are you out here all alone?” The female’s previously lascivious voice now pertained what the brute assumed to be a heightened edge, her inquiry drawing the monster’s cerulean eyes towards her own where they lingered, steadily, a feint challenge flickering within their churning depths. Laevinus’ inky lips parted as the enchantress brought herself nearer, chest broadening as he inhaled, eager for the intoxication of which was granted with her potent, sensual aroma. Tension lingered within between the two like thick smoke without an exit, but the mastiff paid such overwhelming pressure little mind, instead manoeuvring himself closer to the beauteous siren, broad visage dipping into low alignment with his withers. He longed to taste her upon his tongue, to ravish her in all manners known to man – but, his logical mind knew better. This female was unknown to him. Moving with haste would hardly be taken lightly; no, the male would need to first awaken her body, her arousal. He would set fire to her insides, and make her beg for mercy.
“I could inquire the same of you, my dear.” The male hummed, the masculinity within his lyrics astounding even still. “Many undesirables would consider you an ample opportunity.” Indirectly, Laevinus was referring to himself – however, it was likely that this female, if at all bright in any way, would stumble upon such a fact. Although perhaps very much desirable in a sexual sense, the ivory beast was hardly the sort of male one felt comfortable around. His gruffness was unnerving, his rampant sexuality unsettling.
“Surely you wouldn’t mind a bit of company.” The unfamiliar purred, provoking the male’s body to flex, muscle pulling taut beneath his thin, silver pelt. The barbarian brought himself increasingly nearer to the female, circling in order to allow his eyes the freedom to rake over her delicious body. An imposing, demeaning maneuver perhaps, but it was one the male could not resist; it granted him control and provoked his heart to pound rapidly within his broad, squared chest. The canine did not touch her, despite the fact his instinctual mind desired to, and instead paused nearby her facial features, head extending forwards and lips parting in order to hover, poised, alongside her gently curved audit. “Provocative company is never unwelcome.”
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Post by Centience on Aug 4, 2013 16:14:10 GMT -8
The man was terribly handsome, and having some fun was dominant in my thoughts right now. What harm could it do? A little fling, I loved wrapping boys around my finger with this beautiful body of mine. I knew that he could smell me, and I reveled in the fact. He could drown himself in that aroma for all I cared, become a piece on my game board. Just another pawn that I could move whenever I pleased. Or did he know how to play the games just as well as myself, right now it was too hard to tell. And so, let time be the guide to our little game. His voice was hoarse as it rolled off of those massive lips. A jawline that proved to be most impressive. Strength something that would easily draw me towards any man, although I was a woman of danger myself. One should tread with care. The way he greeted, that nickname. I would raise a brow and smirk with flirtatious waves of energy falling off of me. "Oh, I'm sure you call all the girls that." I inquired, cocking my head the side ever so slightly in a rather cute and challenging manner. His eyes were brilliant, vivid and enticing. Not much I could say for my own dark optics, but I had a body to make up for anything I happened to lack. The tension was pleasing, sitting on the edge of a man who seemed to have the potentials of becoming a beast. My first thoughts were to test him, see how far I could push those buttons and make him the monster I thought he was designed to be. Surely he had the muscle for it, but did he have the black hole burning through his heart?
Interest would peak, burning like fire as he strode closer, closing the little space that remained between us. Like shutting a trap door. But it was yet to be determined who was in charge of the lock. Eyes merely watched him, no glimpse fear or the sense of being intimidated within those chocolate depths. A single ear flicked in his direction as he spoke, his words deep and gruff. A smile crept upon my lips though, I thought his wording rather humorous. "But that's the point hun." I commented simply, smiling widely. I smiled brightly, knowing exactly what intentions he hid now. As he displayed them clearly, he might as well of just said it. But he wanted to play games, testing wit and intelligence. I was far past that of the average naive woman. Maybe he ran across all the stupid ones so he had no choice but to make sure. Must be boring running across the same dimwitted canines at a constant basis.
My eyes watched with a growing hunger as his muscles flexed beneath the thick ivory pelt. Growing more anxious myself within the hidden walls of my own mind as he grew nearer. I noticed his eyes washing over my frame, and I smiled wickedly. Go ahead, take it all in, observe first. I could feel my heart beginning to speed up in my chest as the tension grew to another level. My voice became hushed as his final words left his lips and I would turn my face towards his a little bit. "That sounds like the beginning of a love story...I can't wait." I whispered in soft seductive tones. It was almost loving, affectionate maybe, but my kind of love was not your story book fairy tale. It was dark and physical - the girl who actually knew loved gone. Buried somewhere in this polished shell. |
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Aug 8, 2013 1:52:46 GMT -8
There was something so lovely, so insurmountably divine, about a female of such a promiscuous nature.
Laevinus was a beast of whom preyed upon innocence and purity, a barbarian of which relished in the annihilation and corruption of youthfulness and virtue. Very little held the appeal of an untouched body, free of the marring of passion and heat – innocence, quite simply, thrilled the male. It invoked within Laevinus a sense of awe, such ethereal and untouched beauty nearly breathtaking.
But, with such purity also trailed along his undeniably, insatiable need to destroy it.
It was a shame, truly, for the alabaster fiend; he could not allow himself the chance to enjoy youth, simply because he longed to conquer it.
And, thus, it was a rather joyous occasion for Laevinus to stumble upon a woman seasoned in her conquests and well-aware of what his body longed for. Her tone, the subtle but exaggerated sashay of her hips with each tantalizing, breath-hitching stride; this femme knew well of desire and lust, and it was evident in the way of which she conducted herself. She was a temptress, a deliciously devilish siren – but, the ivory mastiff welcomed such provocative behavior with open arms and a very willing, eager demeanor.
“Oh, I’m sure you call all the girls that.” The bitch drawled, such thick tones igniting a flame within the male, azure optics alight with the fire of potent desire. She was correct, should he be truthful – Laevinus was very much a fan of endearing titles, despite the fact they were often used in the least of gentlemanly fashions. Even still, it was important for this beauty to feel as though she was all that mattered because, in all truth, she was. “Only those of whom are worth my time.” He murmured in grizzled, blunt response, tone dripping with seemingly everlasting seduction. “I’m an exceptionally busied individual, Love.” Laevinus continued momentarily, words trailing into a deafening silence as he paused, head tilting a fraction, the mannerism frighteningly predatory despite his relaxed demeanor. “Surely, you wouldn’t dare waste such valuable company.”
The two fell once more into an oddly tense, lingering silence; onyx met cerulean as seconds ticked slowly onwards, anticipation charging the brute with raw, primal electricity. He wanted her, longed for her, and such overpowering emotion was quick to begin dissipating his dignified facade.
“But that’s the point, hun.” Although the comment was very much along the lines of what the beast had hoped for, the title – hun – invoked within the male a certain hesitancy, his intolerance for such names evident within the subtle curling of his lips, jowls wrinkling in blatant distaste. Names were to be given by him, not assigned to him – that, he would have to make very clear. “Laevinus,” he hummed, shoulders stiffening as his neck pulled upright, audits curving forwards in order to produce the most regal of images, “the name of which I adorn, Love, is Laevinus.”
Surely, that would be a name of which never ceased to linger within her memory.
“That sounds like the beginning of a love story... I can’t wait.” The bitch whispered upon Laevinus’ steady approach, his inky lips parting in order to run his thick, salmon tongue over the edge of his mug. He remained painfully still alongside her, muzzle poised nearby her upright audit as he allowed the anticipation to assault them both, his desperate need to claim her as his own running rampant within his taut, collected frame.
“You needn’t have to.” The monster answered salaciously, his muzzle dipping in impulsive attempt to trail down the expanse of her neck, lips curling once more in order to allow the male the chance to nibble, roughly, at the skin lining her spine. His teeth worked swiftly, diligently, as he neared her flank – but, he was not tender.
Never, was Laevinus tender.
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Post by Centience on Aug 9, 2013 0:09:52 GMT -8
What could I say? It was the heat of the moment and I couldn't bare the thought of denying him such primal urges. Undeniably something we both longed for, and why should I deny myself of it as well? That was just cruel. Unreal, and I would bring my darkest fantasies to life whenever I wished upon them. Hunger rolled in thick hot waves, my eyes washing over his frame shamelessly. He knew exactly what we both wanted, and there was no turning off the fire now. It was a roaring wild flame that would not cease until it was satisfied. Amazing how such a short amount of time could light up the world around them. Ears swiveled carefully, such passion burning underneath a practically motionless body. "Don't take me for a fool, i'm sure you seduce all the women...but that's just ok." I murmured, voice soft and loving, but still demanding truth out of him. Assuring that truth was alright. Perhaps I was all the mattered right now, but what of tomorrow? What of a week from now? I would be nothing to him and he would be nothing to me. Unless of course we could make something of this first meeting. Something more than blood of the future that is.
I'd toss him a smile and that was all, no more talk, not for right now anyway. The silence ceased to bother me, it was tense and demanding of things that were in the in the near future. It was difficult enough just to keep myself patient, patience was not one of my specialties, although I could wait forever if I wanted to. Well I didn't want to wait for this. The irritation the nickname brought the beast was almost amusing, making my longing for him burn brighter. Such power he radiated, nothing could of been more attractive at this moment. Nothing in this world was more alluring than the power he possess in every sense. He neared, and I could almost feel the hot breath of his against my skin as he moved to brush his teeth against me. Chills ran down my spine, violent and taunting as they webbed through my entire body. I couldn't welcome it more, and moved to press against his massive frame.
All the way down my spine until he neared my flank which lit my insides on fire. It could of been a hundred degrees and i'd know no difference in this moment. The time for talk was long gone now, as the tension continued to climb until it would reach a climax where I would swear it couldn't go any higher. |
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Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Aug 18, 2013 23:48:58 GMT -8
Tension – sexual tension – is an undoubtedly divine, beautiful thing.
It burns, so fiercely, compelling all involved to succumb to such sweltering, torrid heat; a rampant flame, devouring and destroying with the mercilessness of a hungered predator. The alabaster mastiff’s body was charged, electrified with the blistering effects of such overpowering emotion, arousal ascending from him like blood of a gaping, uncovered wound. Laevinus’ heart thundered restlessly, hammering feverishly against the confines of his broad and muscled chest as the male observed the stranger with such primal focus, ebon pupils dilated and lips parting in eager anticipation. He longed for her, lusted for her – the appeal was dangerous, raw, unbridled. He would claim her in every way imaginable.
“Don’t take me for a fool, I’m sure you seduce all the women... But that’s just okay.” The femme’s tender lyrics forced the monarch from the thick, suffocating veil of testosterone, pricking his attention and holding it momentarily with the tone of her words, adorning such softness. This temptress, this siren, pertained the skills of a flawless actress – her words spoke of sweetness, kindness and, yet, the hulking male knew far beyond such falsities. She was dangerous, but Laevinus revelled in it. Like a moth to light, he unconsciously soul chaos. “I never implied you were foolish, my dear.” The hellion drawled, voice having long grown hoarse, grated by constricting lust. “Experience has merely granted me the ability to satisfy.”
To Laevinus, seduction was an art, an acquired skill – and he, quite evidently, had long learned the ways of temporary love.
Finally, after what seemed to be a torturous expanse of time, the female paid Laevinus some form of reciprocation; she leaned into his touch upon her neck, invoking within the male a frighteningly strong, restricting ache, a low and smouldering growl rumbling within the depths of throat. It was not a groan of warning, nor a snarl in lack of contentment – but, instead, a claim; an instinctual reaction, serving to ward off other males within the proximity. This lovely little dove, such a beautiful trinket, belonged to him and it was evident in the forceful way of which he conducted himself. His lips explored the length of her spine, her flanks, lingering as he brushed his body alongside her own, bringing himself nearer to his destination. She offered no restraint, no hint of distaste towards his intentions – and, so, he followed the law of nature.
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Lips parting in order to release several soundless, breathless pants, the brute carried himself forwards and towards the female’s side, head dipping in order to nudge sharply against the crook of her slender nape. A light sweat had gathered upon his thin, ashen coat and the monster found his frame growing quickly heavy, exhausted in the wake of such vigorous exertion. Even still his posture remained firm, tail upright and body rigid as Laevinus’ azure eyes flicked towards the bitch’s facial features in demanding search of her own gaze. “Accompany me to my territory.” The glutton murmured, lyrics remaining harsh, the influence of his passing arousal still very much lingering. “Very little would please me to such an extent.”
It was not an inquiry, nor was it intended as one.
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