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Post by Teu~ on Nov 25, 2012 0:15:24 GMT -5
As he tongue lashed out, and grabbed him, he was absolutely terrified. His first instinct was to lash out, and fight back, but instead, he fell limp. Why? He was puzzled, and didn't know what to do with himself. So, he let himself go limp within her grasp, and didn't even flinch when she pierced his skin with her fangs. In fact, it was rather intoxicating. He blinked a few times, an arousal that was very different twisting him up in it's hold. What the... holy hell was this? He could feel his power - his very self, and being - being taken from his body. It was quite an odd feeling to say the least. He allowed his optics to fall at half-mast as she fed, but as soon as it started it was over again. He stumbled as she dropped him, but saw the little sparks of energy flowing across the ground. She had gotten his electricity. Now only two wolves in the pack lands would know the secret to it. He didn't speak for a few moments. As he went to open his jowls she beat him to the words.
""All hail lord Deimos" He felt slightly ashamed that he didn't know one of his own pack members names. He cleared his throat, and nodded his crown. "What do I call you?" He asked, watching her carefully. He would say what he needed to say once he knew what to call her, but not a moment before. His bite stung a little bit, but it was okay. He felt better. In an awful way.
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Post by Rivaxorus on Nov 25, 2012 0:32:42 GMT -5
Irena looked up at him, his eyes, they were amazing. She hated to say it but she was glad to be owned by him, his eyes were almost like targets. Different colors, different from how hers changed colors. Her eyes blue with now Orange flecks in them looked amazingly sparkly. "My name is Irena. And you can call me what ever you like my lord." Irena answered with a flick of her silver tail. What would Deimos do if he ever saw her second form. The giant five foot tall saber cat with retractable claws, and two long tails. That was what her second form looked like, and no one had seen it, only their father. Had he told them stories of her? It felt strange, Irena had watched the king's grow up from pups to being adults, and yet now, she was owned by one of them. They were cute an adorable then, but now, they were fierce, and well rather sexy.
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Post by Teu~ on Nov 25, 2012 0:42:51 GMT -5
He nodded his crown, and then looked past her, as if he were thinking about something that was distant. What had happened to him? Maybe his father - where ever the bastard was - had done something to soften his heart to this female. Maybe his father had something planned for her. She certainly was lovely. Yet, Deimos didn't have any true feelings for her. He only lusted after her now. Craved her, saw her as something that he owned. As property. Yet, that was probably than allowing some one to break her soul. To break her down. To torture her. If he saw any male touching her without his say so he would combust their heads. He would zap their reproductive tools off. He would burn them to a black crisp using his dragon breath. He would... he would...
It was about this time he realized a huge wall of flames had been building up behind him as he imagined another male touching what was his. He blinked a few times, and chuckled nervously. "If any one touches you... let me know. I will take care of them." He murmured, his multi hued optics locking with hers.
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