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bipolar bee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 3, 4, 1
Total: 14 (5-20)
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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:18 am
Curiosity.
What would bring her sister to this pride? She had never been close to Jezebel, having found more in common with their brother, but there was the curiosity that drove Melinoe onward. Mother and father were both left behind, brothers and her other sisters as well. The lioness did not care, truly. There was much more excitement to be found in indulging in ones curiosity.
Mel would never deny herself any indulgence.
She spotted the dark lion before he could catch her scent. It did not take her long to creep forward, muscles clenching and releasing as she leapt at him, her full weight catching him across his broad, muscled back.
Success. She would beat him into submission, force him to tell her of Jezebeth - or, at the very least, force him to take her to someone who knew of her sister.
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bipolar bee rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 2, 3, 2
Total: 14 (5-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:19 am
Hinoko did not often find himself caught with his defenses down. Had he been more alert perhaps there would have been no issue with the lioness. When the big, bulky mass of the female caught him across his shoulders, Hinoko stumbled forward. He did not make a sound of dismay, instead grunting as his face was pressed into the hard, unforgiving dirt.
He could not see her, but he could smell her. There was something familiar about that spicy, hot scent that burned his nostrils.
Hinoko remained still. He did not want to make a move that would come off as too abrasive. This female had him pinned for the moment, and Hinoko valued his life too much to make a false move.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:43 am
When the thickly-built male did not move, Melinoe relented just a little. He was solidly built, the muscles blatantly obvious beneath the pads of her paws. It was something that a female back home would admire, and Melinoe was not blind to such a thing. The lioness was nothing if not observant; always watching, always taking mental notes.
"I am here for my sister," Melinoe hissed in a deep, threatening growl. "Have you seen her? She is named Jezebeth."
Melinoe lessened the pressure she had against the back of his neck. She needed him to be able to speak, after all.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:56 am
Hinoko's eyes flared as the lioness spoke a name so familiar to him. His sweet little plum had a spicy and fiery sister? What luck!
When she gave him an inch of space to take a breath, to speak, Hinoko moved. He slipped free of her grasp, though her claws dug into his skin at the final moment before he could completely move away from her. The hiss of breath that the female gave excited him. He would not lie - a female that could hold her own against him? There was something to be said for such a lioness.
"I know of this female," Hinoko snarled, turning an about-face and digging his claws into the dirt before sliding alongside of Melinoe, his teeth raking with threatening grace along her spine.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:38 pm
There was no thrill or rush when he slipped his teeth along her spine. There was only an abrasive annoyance that he'd managed to squirm free of her hold, but Melinoe tolerated it with a cool indifference. She would catch him again, that much was vibrantly obvious. He thought that he would be able to dominate her?
He would soon be disappointed.
As he landed a final n** against her flank, Melinoe swung around and sank her claws into his side. Her expression reeked of pure boredom. This was not fun. This was necessary. Not a game, but a means to an end. She would have the information she required of him - whether he gave it willingly or not remained to be seen.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 1:57 pm
Hinoko's breath caught in his throat when the lioness sank her claws deep into his skin. He could feel the elastic-like give of his flesh beneath his pelt, stretching before ripping entirely. Hinoko hissed, coming to a complete stop lest she flay him open completely. The pain was incredible, arching through his nerves and burning across his brain like fire.
"She is my slave," he growled, growing irritated by the loss of control he was being faced with. "My Thrall. She failed to win her place among the Stormborn, and so I took her in as my Slave." He narrowed his eyes at the blood-red female, obviously disgruntled by the ease with which she'd trounced him. It hadn't even been any fun.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:47 pm
Jezebeth. A slave. Inwardly, Melinoe was laughing. Cackling with glee. Her sister, the succubus demon, taken in as a slave? What would their mother think?
Outwardly, Melinoe's expression had not changed. If anything, the lioness looked more bored than anything else. Unconcerned by the fact that her sister had been taken into the pride like some weakling, Melinoe began idly grooming the lion's blood from her paw. It was still warm, coppery against her tongue. Once finished, she peered at her sister's new keeper for a long moment.
"So you will take me to her."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:52 pm
Hinoko wasn't sure if he should be intrigued, infuriated or intimidated when the lioness cleansed her paw of his blood. Part of him wanted to bend her to his will, the other part of him was terrified that she'd break him entirely. Even still, Hinoko schooled his expression to be unreadable. It would do him no good for Jezebeth to see him like this, weak and yes, even a little frightened.
"I will take you to her. After all, you have earned your place in this pride."
He did dare to narrow his eyes, a thready hiss whispering from him.
"She is mine. You will not take her from me."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:56 pm
Melinoe just watched him with a relentless expression on her face. He must think her crazy if he thought that he could speak to her that way without repercussion. Such boldness could not go unpunished. Perhaps he was feeling a bit frightened by the fact that the predator had become the prey. She would teach him that it was not such a bad thing.
Melinoe was nothing if not patient. Endlessly so.
"You will take me to her, and I will leave her in your ...capable paws." That was as close to a promise as he would get. "And you may call me by name. I am Melinoe." So polite. So polite, so deceptive.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:59 pm
"Hinoko," he stated, though she hadn't really asked. He despised feeling like this after having been overrun by the heady rush of claiming her sister. Part of him couldn't wait to see how Jezebeth would react to being at a lower rank than that of her sister. Melinoe seemed the type to lord it over her sister. Thinking about that quelled the irritation that rose in his throat.
Perhaps Melinoe would allow him to watch as she visited with her sister. He was almost looking forward to seeing the expression on Jezebeth's face. No, he was looking forward to it. His little kitten was going to be so upset, and the thought thrilled Hinoko.
He was not looking forward to having to interact with Melinoe further, though. No, he was not looking forward to that at all.
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