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 [M] An Unexpectedly Shared Hunt, Tag Skoll
☥ EMIL AV HELGE
 Posted: Jul 16 2017, 06:15 PM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


There was an unusual scent in the air. Emil had noticed it while tracking his latest quarry, a human woman. She was alone, hiking in the forest - Emil had discovered her when she stopped by the river he’d been swimming in to take a drink. As soon as her skin touched the surface, scooping water into her mouth, he had been aware of the disturbance and had been tracking her from beneath the waters. His foal was in need of food - she hungered, as did he - and to his own amusement, food had come his way without his need to seek her out. She at least didn’t smell of poison; so while he was hunting her, he would make her death quick. A swift bite to the neck would do.

Yet as he finally surfaced in the river, hair dripping wet and hanging down to his chest, he caught wind of a new smell, one that was….beastly in nature. The woman looked shocked to see the man in the water, bare from the waist up, but he in turn had been taken off guard by the scent of another creature in the area. Emil bared his teeth; if the beast was here to hunt, he was not afraid to show his fangs. Though as the creature had not as of yet shown tis face….perhaps it was simply curious, observing, nothing more.

Emil’s ears twitched, and his attention turned back to the woman -

...He should have ensnared her while he’d had the chance. She was trying to flee - following the path she’d come by, she was trying to go back to whatever village she belonged to. Emil hissed, using his arms to push himself up out of the water, following at a run. He never enjoyed the hunt when he had to chase his prey on dry land; it was so much easier to draw them to him in the water. But….he had allowed her to slip past him while he was taken by his own curiosity. He supposed this was the least he deserved.

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 Posted: Jul 18 2017, 01:11 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


Skoll tilted his snout into the air and looked a long inhale. He'd already caught the woman's scene a mile back and had been tracking her since. She was surprisingly close now. Skoll lazily crawled along the underbrush, watching her crouch near the water and dip her hand in. He wasn't in a rush to get his kill. It wasn't like she smelt especially good, most women didn't. Skoll found their meat had more fat in it, and he didn't care for the taste of fat. His favourite prey was a young, muscular lad, able to run and fend for himself. The best prey was someone who could put up a fight. Hunting this woman would just be going through the motions. He wasn't even particularly hungry.

Watching her, he laid down, his paws under him still in case he had to pounce up, but he wasn't too worried about that, not until a figure slowly rose from the water. He hadn't smelled anything else, so he jumped to the ready without investigating what the threat actually was. Even after checking the air for new scents, all he could smell was the fresh water. Skoll's mind went blurry with fury at that. This couldn't be a person. He ducked down again and watched as the lean, dripping man rose from the water. His far hair clung to his skin, his beautiful face nothing more than a calm expression. He seemed distracted from the hunt for a moment and even watched the man's eyes comb over the forest where Skoll was. He felt his body warm as he watched the man. This creature was beautiful.

That was when their prey took off. The other man was after it before Skoll, as Skoll was more than willing to just let the woman go. But, this man was... a reason. If he wanted the woman, Skoll would ensure he had her. Skoll felt his adrenaline kick in as he bounded, unafraid of the noise he'd make in the process. Twigs snapped, leaves rustled and, more than ever, Emil would be certain there was something else hunting with him and it was much faster than he was. Skoll raced a head of the two and broke free of the vegetation. He was infront of both of them, effectively trapping the woman between them. Skoll snarled at the woman, warning her not to come any closer. She didn't have many places to run. In front of her, a giant wolf, behind her a mysterious man from the water, to her left, the river, and to her right, the forest.

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 Posted: Jul 23 2017, 12:53 AM
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He had been waiting for his prey to come to him, and now….that she was here...he had suddenly startled - because of a strange, alien scent that drove the hairs on the back of his neck to raise. Emil was a beast by nature, the scent of another predator drew his attention instantly for the possible threat that he may be made a meal of. The presence was something he didn’t recognize - it smelled beastlike, that at the very least could be said. Beasts were known to prey on waterkin. This one, though, had made no move - wherever it was - just yet. That meant little to Emil, who let out a low trill at the back of his throat, a sound not far from a growl.

Unfortunately his prey had taken that opportunity to flee. With a low growl from his stomach, he turned swiftly to give chase, diving after her as he made his way out from the water. He truly did despise it, having to hunt on dry land. It was much easier tracking his prey and luring them into the water with his own voice, but this one had been lucky - he had been startled by the beast’s scent and so the trance was broken. Having to work to hunt his prey….

What a bother.

He could hear the sound of the other beast making its way in the same direction - it made his own blood burn hotter, with a greater desire to take what he wanted. But this prey was his. Emil was quick - not as quick on land as in water, but a swift beast all the same. Yet even then this creature moved more quickly than he did. He couldn’t tell much from hearing alone, but this beast behind him sounded powerful. It had strong legs that carried it and thudded. This was a monster that possessed strength. But, if it was witless, then Emil could outsmart it and receive his prize.

He heard the rustle of bushes, and dropped down to all fours, snarling as the beast - a great shaggy wolf - lurched out, trapping his prey between them both. The woman let out a hideous cry as land folk did when they were frightened - an ugly sound - and then she made to dive towards him, throwing her arms about as if to strike him. She saw, apparently, the beautiful man as less of a threat than the wolf; perhaps physically speaking that was correct, but he was a hunter just as much as the beast. Emil hissed, lurching forward and sinking his teeth into her shoulder, her fists bombarding him though he did not let go. A poison filled her blood slowly as he breathed the toxin from his own body onto her flesh. It began to turn a faintly gray colour as she shuddered under its influence. Emil let go then - she would not get far if she tried to run - and turned his attention back toward the wolf, growling lowly in his throat.

He had no intention of letting go of this prey.

SKOLL || LOL he's like....a cat, a fish cat
it can eat at you until they both turn black and blue. the poison in my veins that got me through her kiss.
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 Posted: Jul 24 2017, 09:27 PM
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This opposing creature was so agile. Skoll was mesmerized with how he was able to move his body. Skoll took a few slow steps as the woman dived into the man's arms. It was amusing to watch her, so afraid of the great wolf and yet not seeing that hidden power in the beast she believed would give her sanctuary. Skoll could taste her sweat in the air and he took a deep breath of it in. That was his favourite part. It wasn't the kill, it wasn't the eating, it was the hunt. As the beautiful man sunk his sharp teeth into the woman, Skoll could tell that her meat had been tarnished. The meat would never taste the same as her veins pumped the poison all throughout her system.
Skoll's gazed slipped from the dying woman to the man, who was looking right back. His eye's widened for a moment, distracted by the direct eye contact. They were both distracted enough in that moment that they didn't catch the woman scrambling, pulling herself away from Emil and trying to run again, this time for the forest.
His head snapped towards her and he growled loudly. She let out a pathetic whimper as she fell, tripping over her own weakening legs. Skoll bounded for her, slamming his front paws down on her legs. There was a sickening crunch as her bones cracked beneath the weight and strength of the wolf. He stepped off and picked her up with his mouth by one of her limp, deformed legs. Skoll looked to other hunter then, raising his head.
Just as it looked like he'd bound away, he tossed the woman back towards Emil. She landed heavily in a heap at Emil's feet.

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 Posted: Jul 27 2017, 09:45 PM
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Emil was faced with a beast that he knew was stronger than himself. Yet the gnaw at his stomach told him that this prey was his. He had hunted it, and he wanted it. While he could sustain himself - and in fact preferred the taste of - fruit, flesh of man was a requirement by at least once per month; without meat his powers waned, and he would become docile. The conundrum he now faced was how to ensure that he took the prey and not this beast, who was the superior hunter. There was no doubt to Emil - this creature was stronger. It was the better of the two. But Emil was a creature of cleverness. He would have this prey - whether the other beast wanted him to or not.

He bit into her flesh, then, filling her with his toxin. That would be enough. Most beasts could not stomach it, the poison within his blood. He had unofficially laid claim to it then, by contaminating the flesh of the still-living woman, though her cries were loud and right in his ear. It was an….annoyance, but he could, and would, live with it. As bothersome a sound as it was….he had claimed his prey. His eyes went to the greater beast; the next move would come from him, and Emil prepared to run if need be.

His prey pulled loose as he stared down the beast….but there was no way she would get far. He didn’t turn; he would let the beast make the first move, and then aim to strike both her and the beast at once, if need be. His body was tense, ready to snap and strike at either or both of them. He watched as the great hunting beast lurched forward; it was truly an impressive creature, and there was such force behind those paws; Emil could not have broken her bones the same way with such ease. Yet now he was placed in a difficult position - he would have no choice but to pursue them if the beast-

….did not run?

No, he did not run at all - instead the great wolf...threw the woman to him, landing sprawled before him as she writhed and cried, gagging on her own blood. His eyes flicked up to the beast, then back down to his prey, then back up, back and forth, a few times more before he reached out gingerly and pulled her towards himself, sinking his teeth into the flesh of one of her already very torn legs. He seemed not to care as blood splattered his face and arms, the first strip of meat coming away with ease. Enough to turn his hunger from a constant gnawing feeling to a dull throb. Enough that he could now turn his attention on the wolf, the strange beast that handed him his meal. He gave a nod of his head, letting out a softer trill this time, a sound of gratitude.

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it can eat at you until they both turn black and blue. the poison in my veins that got me through her kiss.

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 Posted: Jul 30 2017, 03:39 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


Skoll had just tossed away three hours of hunting. He'd caught her scent miles back and had been tracking her for sometime. His stomach was growling, but he didn't regret giving her away. He did, however, regret not taking her sooner, before this immaculate creature had caught scent of her and injected her with his poisons. At this point, he should just leave. He should go hunt something else for himself. This didn't concern him anymore. But, watching how smooth this man could move, how gracefully he could tear flesh from bone. It was beautiful and Skoll couldn't keep his eyes off of it.
So, instead of leaving to hunt, Skoll lowered himself into the grace and began to groom his paws. The smell of the woman's blood pieces his nose, making his stomach growl. His eyes stayed on the man as he fed. Despite how docile Skoll was trying to be, it did still seem intimidating.

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 Posted: Aug 4 2017, 12:49 AM
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Sating his hunger was the first order of business. Not much, but enough that he no longer felt the uncomfortable gnawing inside his stomach. The corrupted fae bit into flesh with sharpened canines, devouring what was at his disposal raw. Unlike some beasts he gained nothing from cooking flesh. Eating was meant for survival, not pleasure. His eyes, silvery blue like the water, did not leave his present company - the beast was large and powerful, and if left unmarked, could very likely overpower Emil himself without much effort. He was quick, but this beast was quicker on land. If he were to make a break and survive, he would have to be underwater. While this creature was surely fast, he greatly doubted that it could ever hold up to his speed treading water. He was born of land while Emil was born of the river.

When he had reached a state of relative satisfaction, he turned his gaze upon the beast whose attentions he seemed to have gained. He had noted that the creature was relaxed now - it was clearly attempting to show itself as not being a threat, but its sheer size was enough to raise the hairs on the back of Emil’s neck and nearly enough for his lips to raise and his fangs to show sharply. He managed to maintain his calm, however, turning his gaze upon the strange beast with a curious air instead of a hostile one. He lowered himself so that he was seated comfortably, though remained on the balls of his feet - in case he did need to lunge.

”You gave up your prey to me.” he murmured softly, his voice kept gentle to maintain a false sense of delicateness. ”What are your intentions, land beast?” Though the name might have seemed offensive, it was perfectly neutral to the water creature - simply put, this was a beast of land, where he was a river beast; there was no offense meant by his words.  

 
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 Posted: Aug 9 2017, 05:14 AM
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Skoll watched in awe as the creatures sharp teeth dug into the woman's pink flesh and tore it away. The meat was raw, how Skoll liked it, still full of flavour and moist on the tongue. He shivered at the thought of it. He reveled in the pleasure it gave him to give that to this beautiful creature he'd stumbled upon. What a unique chance he had with this glamorous man.
The wolf shifts to a man, who adjusted from the laying position to sitting, his hands splayed out in the grass behind him to support his lean. Skoll smiled and tilted his head, hair falling to the side. His shoulders were adorned with a piece of fur, clasped together at the front with rusted metal. Skoll's torso, all muscle and hair, was on full display. It may have been too much with a bare bottom half, so he wore a pair of dark leather pants and scuffed boots of a similar, darker material.
"Don't be so suspicious," Skoll chuckled and shook his head, a lock of brunette hair falling in his face. He ran a hand through his hair. "You were hungry, so I helped you feed. You tainted the meat anyway."
Sharp, perceptive eyes seemed to be taking in every detail of Emil, darting to look at his legs, then dragging along the captivating curve of his neck. He was eyed with interest far beyond what prey for a meal would be. No, Skoll was preying on him in a much more intimate way.

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 Posted: Aug 29 2017, 01:12 AM
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By this point, Emil was accustomed to beast-shifters; so when the great wolf changed shape, taking the form of a humanoid male of a strong but stout build, Emil was undeterred. He licked his lips, lapping up the blood that had dripped onto his chin. His gaze kept flicking up - though the beast had offered him this meal, there was still a degree of suspicion; after all, to offer a gift often expected something in...return.

As he ate - slowly, but certainly not gracefully - he looked over his….companion, he supposed. His appearance was...not beautiful, to be certain; at least not to the fae. He saw this one as rugged and brutish - more similar to the land folk and their more squared appearances. His was flawed, with hair that was wild and a face that looked jagged; he was short instead of tall and menacing; he was not a perfect creature of beauty, but few beasts could match the beauty of the fair folk. His eyes narrowed as he was told….not to be suspicious, and he bared his teeth ever so slightly through the woman’s flesh. He swallowed heavily, once more licking his lips before he dared to respond.

”Suspicion is what has kept me alive.” It was a simple response. ”Very rarely is food given out of charity. You desire something in return.” And from the way those eyes scoured over his form - Emil knew very well the meaning behind such a gaze - he was quite certain as to what the beast-man desired from him, but for now, he waited until he heard it himself, spoken. How would the other male address it?  

 
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it can eat at you until they both turn black and blue. the poison in my veins that got me through her kiss.
 
 
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 Posted: Sep 3 2017, 08:03 PM
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What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

It was a good response, too. It became clear that this fair man was not only brutal and beautiful, but held a fair degree of intelligence. He wouldn't fall so easily into Skoll's hand and, considering what an exquisite specimen he was, Skoll wouldn't mind the chase. He was slowly beginning to understand the approach he may take to make this man his. He couldn't lie to him, he'd see right through it, which was fine because lying was a tricky matter. It threw people off far more to be honest with them, and lie as needed, concealing the lies in what could only be the truth. Emil, Skoll was assuming, was someone who needed to be made to feel like an equal. A flashy display of masculinity wouldn't be something that would impress him, Skoll would need to be much more sly.

He smiled and closed his eyes as he turned his face to the sky. This left him seemingly defenceless. If Emil decided he wanted to attack, he could with ease. The wolf man's body was relaxed and ready for the taking, fearless of the other man. Skoll breathed in through his nose, his chest rising softly as the metallic small of blood, tainted with the acrid scent of poison, filled his nostrils. Next to that scent, far more subtle than the previous, was the fresh water smell of Emil. Skoll wasn't a fool. He could track exactly where Emil was just through scent. This was a challenge for Emil. Of course the fae would see the lack of defences, but he could also see the way he took in the air. There was something else afoot here.

“I don't care for tainted meat,” Skoll answered. It was a good enough reason not to go after the woman. “You ruined her flesh and made her just for yourself the moment you sunk your teeth into her. I can smell it.” There was the answer to the deep breath laid out so neatly for Emil; Skoll had an extraordinary sense of smell. “It's not charity when I've give you something that is yours.” Skoll chuckled softly. “Of course, if you'd like to pretend it was a favour, I have no issue with finding some way for you to repay me. But, you don't seem the type to be so...,” he trailed off with a sigh as he tried to come up with the correct word. "Coy.”

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 Posted: Sep 15 2017, 10:25 PM
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The warg had closed his eyes and averted his gaze towards the sun. Emil narrowed his eyes, but some of the tension in his body had relaxed. This…was a sign of vulnerability – an intentional sign, made to show Emil that no harm was intended. Given that the creature had helped him to snare a meal, he was certain that it meant him no harm – but all the same, it was a physically superior creature. Emil, by nature, was wary. He had every reason to hold concern. This sign, however, was pleasing. Emil let out an easier breath, allowing himself to fully relax, his tones coming in quiet trills instead of heightened growls.

He was still aware that the beast wished for something in return. In fact he was quite certain of what it was; his wariness had arisen from the beast’s physical prowess; would he simply take without bearing mind to Emil? To many beasts there was a mentality of trade, whether verbally accepted or not; “I gave you this hunt, now you give me what I want”. It was not an uncommon mentality to encounter and so Emil was often wary; however the warg’s response was calming. Emil felt moderately eased.

Truth be told he was not surprised that the beast could smell his poison in the woman’s flesh; beasts held stronger senses of smell – and as a wolf-man, the warg was surely no exception. Emil raised his head, blinking angled, clear-blue eyes slowly, his ears twitching just the slightest as he processed the words spoken. What was his to begin with – quite right that was. Though certainly that want for payment was still there. He could see infatuation on the beast, there was an interest in him to be sure. He at least appeared to have the verbal decency as to ask; though, what would his response be if rejected?

”It is within my instinct to act towards my own survival, regardless of the actions of a stranger.” There was no apology, but he felt none was needed. He gave yet another long blink, allowing his hair to fall forward over his shoulder. ”But you are correct to say I am not coy. It is simply unusual for a beast of your strength to assist another in his hunt and expect nothing in return.”  

 
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 Posted: Sep 24 2017, 01:59 AM
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What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

Skoll rolled his head to the side to look at Emil. It was a lazy, relaxed, fluid motion that really wasn’t intimidating at all. He flashed Emil a smile.

“It’s sad to hear that you have not been treated with kindness from beasts of my strength,” he said. Skoll knew he didn’t want to lay the flattery on too thickly with this creature. Flattery wouldn’t win him over. “I am strong, yes, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy overpowering others,” that was a lie, “I’d much rather earn their trust.” That was also a lie. The truth was that he liked to play the game, to make someone who doesn’t like him, like him. It was a way to boost his ego, and it was fun. Skoll sat up, back straight, less relaxed than before. “Anyway, what sort of leverage do I really have? I didn’t give you the hunt, it was yours the moment you spoiled the meat. You may not be strong, but your survival instincts are extraordinary. Having strength isn’t always what helps someone survive, it’s the tactics, the little things. And you have those.”

Skoll ran a hand through his hair, pushing the loose strands from his face. He took in Emil again, looking less like a spitting cat, but still definitely on guard. It was pretty cute, seeing a lithe form moving its body to be intimidating. If Emil did attack him, it could probably cause some damage, but Skoll knew he could easily overpower him, just as Emil knew. Skoll had the upperhand here, if he wanted it. But he wasn’t using it. Instead, it was being dangled in front of Emil’s face in the form of conversation. Emil had been right, though, most beasts would have already attempted to take him if they were interested, and Skoll was definitely interested. No, he didn’t need consent, but half the fun was getting the consent.

“I expect nothing in return for the hunt. But, if you believe I should, maybe I could request we go for a walk. The weather is nice today and I haven’t been to this part of the world for sometime,” Skoll smiled, but it wasn’t an altogether kind smile. He was mocking Emil, in a very subtle way. The pleasantries were as artificial as the smile on his face now. It was like some confusing, convoluted joke. “Or should I try the more human approach? Would you like to get coffee or lunch sometime?”

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 Posted: Sep 27 2017, 12:53 AM
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The beast was strange…..not like any he had ever met before…and more than that, he was strangely sentimental. Sentiment was something that Emil associated with the land folk, the humans, specifically; beasts – those that he had met – acted on instinct, acted in their own interests and those of their kind. Pack animals protected their kin and their environment, while creatures of solitude remained to themselves except to show displays of strength to frighten other creatures away. Certainly there was greater intelligence to them than….mere animals, but at their core….beasts were instinctual creatures. So this wolf-man….he was strange to Emil, acting in what seemed to be a genuine act of kindness.

What an odd weakness for such a creature to possess.

It was Emil’s turn to tilt his head in odd curiosity, ears flicking slightly, his head almost completely sideways for a moment as he regarded the other, hair cascading lowly over his body until he sat himself up fully once more. A beast of power which did not like to overpower others…but earn their trust. The latter he could believe, but the former…he could not imagine how this creature had survived if that was the case. Unless perhaps he spent his life cared for. But that didn’t seem to be so, either. His odd confusion was momentarily tempered, though, as the beast spoke of….strength and tactics. He let out a soft trilling sound, nodding his head in agreement. Now to that he could agree. Strength would only prevail if the smaller, weaker beast was not quick witted and swift to act; but, Emil had lived his life well aware of the dangers of stronger beasts, and used his own natural defenses to his advantage. ”I suppose I cannot argue to the last of your points.” he breathed finally, his hand coming up to pull through his hair, pulling at knots, wincing when his fingers tugged at one.

He found a brow arching as the other – Skoll – he was Skoll – spoke once more with words that were cleverer than they let on. His plan all along had been this, hadn’t it? Pushing Emil to query and query….to make it seem as though he believed payment was required…and to turn it into his own idea. But he was not against it. The mockery, though, was not quite understood; while he could hear it upon the other’s tongue, he considered the notion of a walk to be, indeed, an excellent experience, certainly a form of payment if held in the right place. Given enough incentive, he could be swayed to show a companion to a secret place, forests not known to most, that lived and breathed magic. But all the same he was quite certain he knew what the beast was after, why he was teasing.

Despite the tone being in jest, Emil bared his teeth at the very assertion of a human form of bonding. He growled this time, an involuntary thing but…a growl nonetheless. ”Certainly not.” He stood then, stepping toward the beast with cold, crystal eyes, purposeful in the mild swaying of his hips and the way his hair dangled over his shoulders. ”If you desire me, then you may have me. Is this suitable payment?”

He said it with subtle music to his voice, a faint allure, pulling at the inherent magic that his kind had to charm, not unlike a siren’s call. But his eyes were distant, cold as before. It was a transaction, nothing more.  

 
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 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 05:14 PM
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What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

Emil mistook kindness as weakness. Though some may use it to gain what they wanted in the simplest ways, Skoll preferred to play the long game. Sure, Emil may think that he now owed Skoll, or something in that realm, but that mattered not. What mattered was that Emil had to be made to think that this kindness was genuine. Skoll rarely acted in kindness without reason, but it was a complicated web that he wove, a game of cat and mouse, or maybe it was more appropriate in this situation to call it cat and dog. With any simple human, Skoll would have taken the offer. He would have rutted them and left. He’d do just the same with a woman, or a man with very little interest or nothing worth Skoll’s time. Emil, though, was a specimen of beauty. All the while, though, he was a wild stallion, one that Skoll thought it may be very amusing to break. Emil was of special interest, so he got special treatment. He was right to think Skoll wasn’t akin to normal beasts. Skoll possessed mind, he possessed intelligent thought, and he used it to the best of it’s capabilities.

A smile flashed over his face as he watched Emil move and make soft trilling noises. It was pretty cute. Skoll felt a strange flash of anger. He didn’t care for the soft spot he had for beings weaker and sweeter. They always had a way of wiggling their into his mind and he wished it wasn’t true, but it absolutely was. This would be easier if Emil was brutal without being beautiful and so much like a kitten.

This is why, when Emil suddenly offered exactly what Skoll had first been looking for, Skoll looked shocked. He sucked in a shaky breath and suddenly felt… very uncomfortable. This man was so eerily beautiful, so horrendously alluring, that Skoll felt the walls closing in on him, like a trap was being laid out for him and he was walking right into it. He sat up, feeling too exposed. His body wasn’t guarded enough and he was taking too much of a risk now. It seemed impossible for such a slight creature to be this terrifying.

Still, Skoll couldn’t say no. Even if now he thought it was for the best and knew i would be best to play a long game. But, the musical tone in Emil’s voice drew him in more. It was breaking his resolution and a growling rolled in the back of his throat.

“Y-yes,” he snarled through gritted teeth. Emil could now see the tension through his body, his scars appearing over his skin. “Though, why would you give yourself to a creature you have only just met and owe hardly a thing to? I get the sense you may be laying a trap of sorts for me.”

How could one resist such a glamorous, charming creature, though? Skoll watched the swing of the stromkarl’s hips, mesmerized by them, as if they were a pendulum. Emils hair, sliding over his skin like ocean waves over a beach. All of him was so tantalizing. Skoll hardly felt himself move towards Emil. But, he had, because there was no longer a distance between them as Skoll crouched, reaching a hand out to run his fingers over the length of Emil’s perfectly shaped jaw between his ear and chin. Skoll could hear the muffled screaming in the back of his head. He was losing control of the situation. This had his adrenaline pumping, his heart thudding in his chest. His mind screamed to run, but he stayed there, getting pulled in deeper by Emil’s sharp eyes.

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 Posted: Oct 15 2017, 11:37 PM
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Old • Stromkarl • Corruption • Water


 
   

He could smell it, that sudden spike that often represented fearful things. It was sharp, penetrating his nostrils and making the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end - not from fear of his own, but an odd sense of excitement. He had done nothing but to abide by the wishes of the other, assenting to lay with him; there was nothing else that had transpired - so why now did the wolf-man seem so frightened of his own proposition? Was it that he had not been serious about it, that perhaps he had second thoughts after all? That would be surprising. Never had anyone that lusted for him then gone back upon their desires.

He was certainly among the most coherent of beasts that had ever wished to claim him, at least. That was rare. Usually they were lost to their wants, so much so that their own awareness faltered. That was oft when he struck; mortals were weak things - seeing a beautiful creature, lulled by its voice, drawn to it. He would let them have their wants, but it always ended the same, with their lungs filling with water as their final moments were spent below. Whether or not that would be the case for this creature had yet to be seen. If he became so far gone that he lost himself to his lust, Emil would have no choice but to take him to the depths as he did all the others.

”Why?” Emil’s voice remained soft and alluring. ”I lose nothing from it.” His answer was simple, and true; there was nothing to be lost from this. It was a simple transaction, a simple flight of pleasure. Though, the warg would not be wrong to presume there was a trap. Emil simply blinked his eyes slowly, fluttering his lashes ever so slightly as he did so. ”You presume there to be a trap...because you are suspicious? What do I gain from it?” he asked, though he truly had plenty to gain; perhaps not in any fashion that the warg would understand, but it was simply a part of his way; he took a sort of pleasure in it, in this. Creatures were so filthy with their lust, they became so maddened by it - and he was proven right, over and over; they saw only for their own pleasure - and so they paid for it with their own lives.

He could see that it was working again, his natural beauty enticing the beast to act without thought. You will lie among the rest. He allowed himself to be handled, even leaning into the touch, making the gesture more easily accessible. He could still smell it, though, that fear; it was the first he’d ever smelled fear as another loved him.

It felt strange. Vibrant blue-hued eyes stared deeply, deeply into the gaze of the other.

”You hesitate. You are afraid.” He trilled softly. He leaned in closer, whispering softly now. ”What is it you fear?”  

 
SKOLL || IT'S HEATING UP YO  
 
   
   
it can eat at you until they both turn black and blue. the poison in my veins that got me through her kiss.
 
 

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