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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 8:21 pm
Time for his first outing in a long while, and what a far outing he would have. The raid didn't seem to last long for him, but it was what he really needed, after plundering his way through more success he made his way away for a little while to find himself a little further than he'd thought.
A couple whiffs of the air gave him an idea of where he was, the familiar air of demon pride hung heavy and he heaved in one more deep breath to be sure. He'd been near here only once and as cats go he was certainly a curious one. It wasn't long before Bjorn found himself right near the border, hidden, but near the border.
This was when he began his search for life.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 7:05 pm
The purple adolescent was happy with life. She had nothing to really be upset about, and mother really was pleasant. Her grandfather wasn't as thrilled about how good a mother Flye had turned out to be. She doted on her cubs, loved them and told them they were her everything. If she hadn't been Roths favorite he likely would have claimed that she was weak and useless. But where Flye gave too much with mothering, she was a dark and she had raised her children to be the same.
Jezebeth stretched her paws, yawning and leaping down from the rock she had been occupying. Sure it wasn't a productive way to spend the day but she didn't really care. She wasnt trying to be productive.
Her senses were well honed, and she paused when she heard the steps of the other. She cocked her head, sniffing the air for a sign of who it was approaching. And thats when she realized that it was not a fellow demon. She narrowed her eyes, and decided to make herself known.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 7:20 pm
Bjorn, a large male with his mere muscles and added pelt due to the climate he grew up in, all in all he was hardly trying to hide himself. In his pride hiding was the last thing a grown reaver like himself would be caught doing. They ruled with iron paws and this grumpy getting old male was definitely no different, just add in the 'old ways' and you've got quite a charmer to say the least. So when the female came into view he naturally began to swagger a little showing his was taking control of the situation from the get go. No nonsense.
"Hello there... very young lady." He noted quickly she was probably in her adolescent years, a little young, even for him, but he wouldn't say no. She was in a legal age group, not that it mattered. She was a female that wasn'ta cub.
"What is a demon like yourself doing so far into the roguelands? We are near the borders I presume?" He didn't sit, but gave her space between the two and stood.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:04 pm
She was a more petite female. Smaller but still not as small as your average cub. She was just small of frame much like her mother. Her movements were graceful. Quite odd for a demon lady. But she knew she was beautiful, her mother told her often, and so she knew to use that to her advantage.
The male came into view and she cocked her head as she stared at him. He was a pretty azure hue, paint markings residing over his body that she found herself staring at. He was a handsome brute, a large one at that. With a grin, she swayed a bit, her tail flicking seductively side to side.
"Watch who you are calling young. You may be surprised." She purred. Yes she was young but she had the mentality of an adult. She had to be, in order to survive her pride.
"I think a better question would be, what is a rogue like you doing so close to the demon borders?" She asked, a grin marring her features. She was teasing, and though his stance said no nonsense, she couldnt help herself.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:13 pm
"Well, well.." He found himself letting a purr rumble in his chest, most couldn't differentiate his purr from a growl, but the few that could knew it as a sign of not quite giving in, but moving where he knew he could perhaps get what he wanted. Unfortunately she had an upper paw, he was on her turf and of course she was female.
"Seems the young lady I've found is a bit of a get around?" Mocking her confidence was something he had become accustomed to when he was sighting a female he would take his way with. Though he figured this was no normal situation and so he almost bit his tongue. "Your borderlands touch the roguelands m'dear, thus I am free to come and go near them as I please." He smirked softly. "Not to put down your pretty little guard that may be floating around keeping eyes on a dame like yourself."
He watched her tail like clock work, she was slender, petite and had a nasty tongue. She hit the nail on the head for all three of his faves. He stared a little longer before letting his eyes meet hers for an intense lock, that turned into something of an aggressive feeling staring contest. He was having fun already!
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:19 pm
She grinned when he spoke. So he was a bit of a spitfire. She liked that. Any male that just gave up or was wounded by her words.. he was not worth her time. She was picky with her males. She couldn't help but be picky. Mother needed to be proud of her, and though she had no sense of responsibility.. she still knew to please her mother.
"You may be right." She chuckled, though it was a dark growl of a chuckle. She was amused, not irritated, but she was pretty easy to irritate. She had a dark mind, and soon as something rubbed her the wrong way, everything about the other annoyed her.
"As much as I appreciate the compliments, you aren't going to win me over that way." She grinned, sitting so that her tail curled around her paws, the tuft twitching a bit over her paws. She knew he looked her over, and it made her eyes go half lidded as she grinned. A dark temptress of a minx, that was sure.
"Who are you, spitfire?" She asked with a purr.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:35 pm
Her grin sparked a light in her eyes for a moment, he admired that for a brief moment and then looked away to watch her muscles move in the familiar motion of seating oneself. She had power packed behind that grace, yet another thing to admire. He figured that she may not be strong, but had some speed in her for sure.
For now she was playing the temptress something he was definitely interested in. "I may be? That seems to prove I am." He said, then let himself be seated before her, he joyfully felt his own muscles tremble as he sat. His sighed and relaxed before staring at her once more. The need for formal introductions was finally brought up. Bjorn smirked and sighed as he relaxed a little more then finally spoke.
"My name is Bjorn.. I rein from the Viking lands." He smiled slowly. "You are a demon, sweet terror of mine.. but what is your name?"
He let himself slip out a possessive sentence to test the waters a little further.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:26 pm
She ignored the comment that he made about proving he was allowed to be around these lands. In truth if the scouts found him out they would do their best to hurt him. But she was no guard, or scout. She was an Succubus. She was there for seeking out pleasure, and making sure others enjoyed themselves as well. It was also a way to entice males into the pride. That was a good, strong job. Her grandfather had the job, as did her mother, and they had passed it on to her.
"Bjorn, eh? I'm Jezebeth. I'm a terror, yes. But Im not your terror. Not yet." She reminded, flicking her tail and looking at him with an amused grin. She wasn't easy, no matter her job status, but she was rather enjoying this show of flirting.
"However, yet, means it could happen." She teased, leaving the idea open.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:44 pm
Bjorn was definitely not used to women like this, she was blunt and aggressive in a verbal sense and he found himself rather excited at the thought of continuing their encounter further.
"Not yet, eh?" He smiled slyly, she was certainly something else. Perhaps requiring a little more attention paying. The flirting was enjoyable, but petty, he was getting a little bored with the dame, but she kept her sassy little self going and so he was still snagged.
"So, how would a man like myself, go about creating a scenario like what you've mentioned." He stood and moved slowly towards her, the bulk of him created a bit of a shadow, it's looming darkness grew larger as he moved closer.
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