- the sinner in you [Roka]

[Roka]

This continent sounded spectacular when described in his words. He didn't seem like the kind of male that was easily impressed by the things around him, yet he talked about this world like it was beautiful. Roka could lie to herself and say that the only reason she stayed up in this northern part of the continent was because she couldn't stand the heat. The reality was probably closer to the fact that she had no desire to leave some place she was familiar with. Despite having adapted to her disability, the unfamiliar was something that was daunting to the damaged femme.

She had been about to ask him more about his travels when he mentioned her scent. The fact that he knew her relational status just by sniffing her out. Roka growled openly at him, her eyes narrowing at him. Whatever trust she had begun to build, lowering her walls was obliterated with his comment. The only reason a male would have for noticing that her virginity had been untainted was because of interest. Sabaoth's lack of reaction to her femininity had set her at east, but now she was tense as the beginning. The male had gone and ruined what had been a pleasant conversation in her mind.

Her semi-relaxed body had become full with tension again and she stood back up moving a few steps away from the male. Whatever his intentions were she didn't want to be caught sitting unprepared. She had been enjoying this males company, more so than she had with any other strangers. There was something in him that was similar to her own spirit. "I don't see how that is any of your damn business. Whom I do or don't sleep with doesn't concern you.", she snapped looking him straight in the eye. She knew that she was risking his wrath by irking his temper so, but a part of her wanted to push him back. Get under his skin like he got under hers.

What had begun to blossom into a promising afternoon was now being thrown into the dust. Roka couldn't help the prickle of awareness that was making it's way up her spine. She knew that the only reason a male had for noticing such a thing. The dip in his voice had made it clear that he was suggesting her sexual prowess for a reason. "Besides it is not like you are reeking of other scents."

As far as she could tell he hadn't been around many others either. Not that she cared, but it was satisfying that he wasn't some pack wolf on the prowl. "I have too much pride to let some random brute defile me in such a way." She was putting up a brave front to try and keep his attention away from that line of thinking. She knew that if he really wanted her there was little that she could do to stop him. That thought made her shiver. She had never met a male of his size, one that could do whatever he wanted to her and she would never be able to stop him. A part of her was afraid of her fate if that ever came to pass, but another part of her was intrigued by that power.

She had kept herself chaste and untouched so that if she ever did find a male that she deemed fit to mate with at least she could say that she had remained pure for him. She had no desire to be a mother or to raise pups from a fleeting father that took her only for the sake of the intimate act. The only reason Roka could think to have pups was so that the lineage could be carried on. There was no other purpose for children than for the survival of her genes. Her eyes roamed over him trying to get a feel for any intentions that he had for her. She didn't fancy having to run from him, but she would if he made her.

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

It was as if Sabaoth’s words had flipped a switch within her; he watched with heavily lidded eyes as she suddenly stood, backing quickly away from him as her burly form tensed, her fur bristling as she snapped out a response to his observation. Her entire posture radiated wariness and alarm, and it was the harsh tone of her voice that had Sabaoth’s ears flattening against his large skull, his eyes narrowing further as he gazed at her with increasing disdain. She did not stop after her first verbal assault, instead continuing to question the lack of a feminine scent upon his own fur, and still onward. When she’d finished Sabaoth sat still for a long time, his cold gaze locked on hers, the breeze lightly ruffling the thick fur of his scruff as his temper festered in his gut.

In the span of a moment, he lashed out. ”Foolish girl,” he snarled, lips peeling away from his teeth as scorn weaved throughout his words. He stood but did not move towards her, a part of him still struggling to regain control while the other half of him laughed in cruel fascination. Her assumptions had angered him, although a very distant section of his frenzied brain acknowledged that it was not entirely unwarranted. Still, he would not allow her to ridicule him by suggesting that he was like some green pup who could not control his urges. ”If I wanted you, I would not mince words in some coy attempt to woo you. I have no interest in what lies between your thighs.” He took a single step towards her then, but no more. He already towered above her as it was, and he felt as if she might bolt at any moment. His chest was rising and falling more rapidly than before now, his tail stiff and ears pricking forward in his rage.

”If you think I cannot control myself in the presence of your sex, you are sorely mistaken, Roka. If I wanted something from you, I would not take it; I would make you give it to me, willingly.” His voice had dropped lower, his hot gaze raking across her face with all of the silent force that he could muster. He could have whirled and left her then and there, and likewise he could have lashed out at her, could have aimed for the sole eye that the snow leopard had left unharmed. It was tempting in his fury; he could imagine how the blood would sate his perverse irritation…and yet afterwards, would he regret it? He could hardly bare to think straight as it was; gnashing his teeth, he jerked his gaze away from her, his voice gruff as he continued. ”There is a reason that you smell no other on me, little wolf, and it is the very same that you yourself claimed. I will not throw myself at the paws of the first she-wolf who wafts her scent towards me. “ He scoffed, still not looking at her as he added, almost as an afterthought, ”You would fight too much, anyways. I would rather keep my flesh intact.”

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[Roka]

Roka watched as the sparks of her own temper seemed to ignite his own. She watched as the tension in her body reflected his. He didn't like her outburst in the slightest. She had simply reacted as her instincts had been screaming at her to. She had been expecting his temper to rise with hers, had even been hoping for it. He didn't back down when confronted with her anger, no he matched her anger with a fury of his own. He was magnificent. His wroth surpassed her own, making her little outburst look like a youth's tantrum. She should have been scared of him, turned from his anger and fled. Survival should have spurred her hasty retreat from his presence.

He called her things like little wolf and foolish girl, trying to demean her. Make her lash out like a child really would. The names didn't sit well with her, but her anger was beginning to simmer, making room for a different kind of heat. His strength and confidence were things that appealed to her and she watched his reactions as he advanced on her. One step was all it took as his enraged voice caressed her. 'If I wanted you.' Why don't you want me? It was an idiotic thought, but a question she had to ask herself all the same. He was a strong and determined male who was one of the only she had ever considered her equal or even worthy of her time. Simply conversations filled with small talk were not the same as what transpired here.

The way his voice dipped when he said that she would give it to him willingly. Is that what he wanted? Some bitch that would roll over under his wrath. Beg for his attentions, his affections. For whatever reason the deeper timbre caused a shiver to steal up her spine. This time it wasn't from fear, but from awareness. He was standing before her with all of the power. Whatever he wanted he would get, and he was right. She would give it to him. She didn't know if there was a female out there that could deny him if he truly wanted them. If he said that he wasn't interested in taking her than she would take him at his word. She would trust that he was not a beast like all the rest.

She was a little relieved that he didn't want that which she had been saving for her whole life, but relief was also mixed with a little disappointment. This male was a creature that intrigued and as much as she stood by the belief that she should just stand by and let her body be taken by some random male, he was no such male. He was a challenge, a true alpha male that had the dominance to even keep her grounded. His temper, sheer force of will, hell even his scars appealed to her. He was a true specimen that she was beginning to admire. She tried her best to let the tension flow from her body, she knew that Sabaoth wasn't going to back down no matter how much anger she threw his way.

[Sabaoth]

Sabaoth’s anger was like fire within his belly, desperate to consume everything despite his wavering constraint, rising and falling within him like the ebbing tide. He expected anger from her as well, for he’d dug as many barbs into his words as possible, calling her the very things he knew she did not like. His narrowed vision was planted firmly upon her, waiting for her to lash out, to turn and flee, to do anything in reaction to his rage. And indeed she did react, but it left Sabaoth faltering, his cruel words dying on his tongue. She did not speak, but there was a distinct change in her posture, a shiver that ran down her spine, and a look in her gaze that was very nearly unmistakable. It seemed as if his words had stirred something deeper than anger within her, and it was this realization that brought his fury to a screeching halt. He was admittedly thrown, although his expression rearranged itself into one of stoic disinterest. Within him was a different story; he was a jumbled mass of strange emotions, wrath grappling with confusion and realization. He was as silent as she was, the distance between the two noticeable but shorter due to the colossal step he’d taken previously. The longer that he stared into the dark depths of her good eye, the more certain he was of what he was seeing, and her relaxed state only further confirmed his suspicions. Something primal and previously undisturbed uncoiled like a serpent within him, wholly unfamiliar and strange.

”Your mind changes as quickly as the winds do,” he snapped, his expression still carefully arranged into one of disdain, but there was no hiding the fire in his pale blue eyes. Previously stirred by anger, it shifted now, smoldering and intense as he gazed down at her form. Was this what she-wolves did, then? Used their wits to confuse and baffled, spinning a careful web of silky deceit around their prey? Perhaps with others, his mind whispered treacherously. But not with this one. Somehow his fury had stroked her own inferno, although one much more primitive, and in turn something within him reacted to her. They were like kindle and flame, a dangerous combination, albeit complimentary. There was a tenseness in his frame now, caused by his own warring thoughts rather than irritation. For some time he could think of nothing else to say, torn between moving closer to her or further away. To move towards her would be a risk; his anger still bubbled within him, waiting to erupt at any moment, and indeed he’d just claimed that he had no intention of taking her. Perhaps she would misinterpret his intentions should he make any moves in her direction, so Sabaoth settled for standing still.

The wind was picking up now, rustling his thick fur. It did not smell of a storm, but it did nothing to diffuse the tenseness that radiated between the two. Once more he allowed himself to observe her, but this time it was with the eyes of an equal that he raked his hot gaze across her. She was a fighter, a warrior, and something about her strength deeply appealed to Sabaoth. She would be a challenge if he ever did pursue her, and he had the sneaking suspicion that she would never stop challenging him… You have taken a dangerous turn, his mind warned him as he snorted, the coolness of his words when he spoke a stark contrast to the blaze within his orbs. ”Do you trust me then, little wolf?” As if to test this, he took another step forward, his slow pace intended to be sinister. Anything to combat the heat of his eyes that spoke volumes more than actions could. It had been easy, too easy, to spiral in a different direction. Wrath and desire moved hand in hand. 

Is this desire, then? Fenris help me, I do not want it.

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notes: she has thoroughly confused him...xD

[Roka]

It wasn't her mind that changed with the wind, but her emotions and her body. She didn't know why her thoughts had turned the way that they did, but she was angered by the fact that she was unable to control them. Something in his anger and power had awoken something inside of her, causing her previously cold body to heat up. His disdainful stare only amplified that attraction. Her body was hot the same way that her temper was and she didn't understand why. She had been around plenty of angry and powerful males and they had never awoken such feelings in her before. He was cool and aloof while she was sitting here burning with desire under his glare.

His reaction to her seemingly obvious and blatant show of what her body was feeling, made her anger all the more. Anger and Desire were surely loves that tangoed together. Dancing precariously over a line that was so thin she couldn't see the difference. She didn't want Sabaoth to know that she felt this way about him, that her body desired him. It gave him power over her, more than he already had. She would be damned if she let him take advantage of this weakness, let him turn it against her. She did her best to cool her gaze as it raked over his body once again. His scars just made him all the more pleasing.

It wasn't his body however that appealed so much to her. It was his essence. She would have expected for their encounter to have exploded, both of their tempers leading to chaos and blood. Instead here she was panting after him like a love struck bitch in heat. She wanted him that much she couldn't deny, but she didn't want him to know that. She tried to stamp down these feelings, but she knew not where they came from. She didn't know why a combination that would normally send her temper flying over the edge, was causing her to tremor. These feelings that swarmed her were unwelcome and despite her best intentions at stamping them down a part of her wanted them.

Is this what it feels like to want someone? Does this make me no better than the femme's that pant after a male. I don't want to be that person who is seen as nothing more than a leech. She didn't want it to be that way between them. Not that there would ever be anything. Attraction and arousal were fleeting, they never lasted more than the time it took to get the deed done. She wasn't going to be labeled as one of those kinds of females, unable to control her body or how it effected her mind. She wouldn't tie herself to this male just because he was a strong male. They had no use for each other and she wouldn't degrade herself to chasing after him. His disdainful stare made it clear that he did not share the feelings.

As he stepped towards her she could see the darker gleam in his eye. He was trying to intimidate her, see how she reacted to this next assault. His large form continued towards her and his question was a surprise. She trusted him to an extent, as much as she could trust someone after having just one conversation with them. She would take him at his word that he didn't want her for the sexual purposes that most males did, but his approach didn't help with that tentative trust. "Trust? Is that what you want from me? To hear me say that I trust you. Not likely." Her instincts were screaming at her to turn and run. Forget this entire interaction and save herself from whatever he had planned for her next.

His previous comment made her flash her teeth at him almost amused by his line of thinking. "Something tells me that you would like it if I fought you." She doubted that his idea of a good companion was one of those sheltered little wolves who would tremble at the sight of him. They would just stand there and take it like the little bitches they were. Her gaze bore into his trying to pin him with her eyes. If he got much closer she wouldn't be able to make an escape, even if she wanted to.

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

Despite the emotions that raged and warred within him, her words caused a grating chuckle to slide from between black-rimmed lips. Had she admitted to trusting him so quickly then he would have lost each ounce of respect that had built within him. She was no fool, it seemed, content to keep her distance from him. And yet…she had not moved when he’d further approached her, instead standing and glaring at him with seemingly all of the heat that she could muster. As if to test the theories flickering through his muddled brain, Sabaoth took a slow step further, and then another until he stood a mere tail’s distance away from her. She was within his reach now, close enough for him to catch her scent; it was earthy and foreign, the traces of her heat weak but still upon her. His nostrils flared in response, but he did not move, thick legs locked firmly in place. He would show restraint.

This was beginning to feel more and more reminiscent of a hunt, although the change in her posture and the thick tension between them was unrivaled by all prey he’d tracked down before. The stirrings of desire still felt foreign to him, for Sabaoth had never felt them in relation to a femme before. He’d been entirely alone when he’d reached the peak of his sexual maturity, aching over the loss of his parents and too deeply buried beneath the burdens of rage and guilt to acknowledge his masculine urges. Naturally he’d felt desire before in the broad sense of the word, but it was desire for other things: prey, blood, revenge. Now it only caused uncertainty, but Sabaoth would never allow himself to show it.

”Something tells me that you would like it if I fought you."

His eyes flashed with faint disbelief as he gazed down upon her, chin tucked very nearly to his chest in his attempt to see eye-to-eye. So lost was he in his thoughts that Sabaoth had not expected the turn of her words, and as he considered them, she did not falter. She stood before him as if she were made of stone, prompting Sabaoth to mirror her previous movement, flashing his teeth at her in a way that was very nearly a smile. They were near enough that he lowered his voice, trusting that the gruff murmur of his voice would carry to her delicate ears. ”You play a dangerous game.” He would not go back on his word and take her, but oh, she was tempting something within him that had been suppressed for far too long. ”Do you truly believe you’d be up to the task of challenging me?” And indeed he spoke truly; it would be a challenge between the both of them, but of a different sort entirely. ”I am relentless with my quarry.” He made no move to hide the suggestive undertone to his words; if she wished to provoke what churned and strained beneath his pelt, he would not stop her.

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[Roka]

His bright blue eyes were scalding in the heat and intensity that were held in their depths. They practically scalded her as his eyes bore into her. In that moment she hated him for making her feel so helpless, her traitorous body bending to his will. If he had asked her in that moment to allow that which she was so set against to happen, then she wouldn't know her answer. If he tried to take her she had doubt that she would able to escape unscathed. She would end up trapped in his web like a fly helpless to escape the spider. He was dangerous like a spider and she knew that if he really wanted her he would be unrelenting in his hunt.

As he moved closer Roka could feel her heart beat pick up. Her breathing became a rapid pant as she began to feel fear tingle at the edges of her consciousness. It mixed with her arousal making a bittersweet cocktail that sharpened her perception.She at least had that much sense to be afraid of him. She didn't fear that he would break his word, but that he would break through her carefully constructed walls. She had kept the rest of her world out for so long she didn't want to see it crumble now. She gave one snap of warning at his approaching feet, knowing that he was too close now. He had her in his clutches and the only defenses she had were her biting tongue and her wit. She would have to keep herself alert to anything that changed within him.

If it was a game he was after then she was willing to give it, but at what price. She wouldn't allow herself to become lost in him. "I believe it was you who started this game. You who knows all of the buttons to press to set me off." He had gotten under her skin, first as an irritation, now as a different kind of itch. He knew the way he affected her, that was the worst part. He knew this flood of emotion was all because of him and now her wanted to push her to the very edge of her control. How will I make it out of this with my sanity? Sabaoth sought to rob her of even that.

She knew that she would never be able to stand up to him in a physical fight, but this was a different kind of physical. She didn't seek to leave hi with wounds, but a different kind of fight. One that was simply about power and control. The simple art of domination. She knew that he would win eventually, but it would be her pleasure to lead him on a merry chase. "I could never take you head on in a physical fight, but I am not talking about a battle. I seek only to keep you on your toes. You don't want one of those femmes that stand in front of you like some fey creature. Breakable.

She could see that he was also close to his point of no return and Roka was curious what would happen if they jumped off of the edge together. He seemed to believe that if she made him cross that line he would hunt her until there was no returning. That he would hunt her relentlessly. "Is that a promise?"

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

Fey creature. Breakable. The words resounded in Sabaoth’s head, lingering like a sour taste on his tongue. She was right; he detested weakness, and while perhaps a feeble femme might have been fun to toy with now and again, it would not keep Sabaoth’s hunger sated. It reared its head within him like a wavering serpent, co-mingling with the ever present layer of rage beneath his skin. No, breakable would not do in regard to anyone who entered Sabaoth’s life, from enemies to lovers and everything in-between. It was the thrill of a challenge that he longed for, the blood and sweat of effort like home to him, signs of success much like his scars were. ”To keep me on my toes, hm?” he questioned, blatant amusement shining in his eyes spurred by Roka’s breathing, which had increased and deepened with his close proximity. ”The effort alone would exhaust you, little wolf.”

No matter how near he drew, she would not back away. It was a game of will, of courage, to see who would break first. All he could smell now was her scent, flooding his nostrils, invading every crevice of his mind. She was intoxicating, and when her voice reached him once more, it did little to alleviate the rushing of blood in his veins. ”Is that a promise?" His eyes narrowed at the blatant curiosity in her tone as he stepped forward until they were nearly touching, lowering his muzzle down to the side of one of her ears before growling, ”It is a guarantee.” He moved to step past her, the thick fur of his side brushing her own just slightly. It was the first time in months, years perhaps, that Sabaoth had touched another without it being with the intent to maim or kill. He did not look back as he continued on his path, circling around behind her and back to the side of the river. He lowered his head to lap at the frigid water for the sake of recovering his wits; being so near to her with her damned scent invading his space had left him unable to process his thoughts. When he’d finished drinking he lifted his head, droplets of water glistening like diamonds on the delicate hairs of his muzzle, rolling off of him to form tiny puddles on the rock far below. His gaze cut across the distance, landing on Roka once more as he considered the unexpected turn of events. It was inevitable that one day Sabaoth would encounter a femme who stoked his inner flames, and yet he hadn’t expected it to be the she-devil who stood before him. She was intense and spirited, her darkness rivaling even his own. Perhaps she did not realize what she’d be getting into by provoking Sabaoth in the way that she was; she would be practically signing her life into his care, for he was possessive of all things that he claimed, living or otherwise.

”Your ferocity is admirable, but I wonder if you’re a bit more delicate inside,” he mused, a sly gleam lighting his orbs as he carefully plucked at strings, trying to drag the increasingly familiar passionate responses from within her once more. They were so very rewarding.

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[Roka]

Perhaps it would end up in her defeat trying to keep him on his toes. Try as she might he seemed effortlessly one step ahead of her. Ready to rile her even more than before. Maybe that was all that she wanted from him, to see him finally riled by her words. To see him undone by her actions was something that she longed to see. "If it takes that much effort to keep you aloof then so be it. The victory will be that much sweeter in the end." Her own voice had dropped into throatier sultry tones meant to match his own deep timbre in intensity. His voice practically oozed with heat, the heat that she felt with every swipe of his passing eyes. They were unlike any blue that she had ever seen, burning bright instead of the cool that she would have expected. They burned like she did, hot and rampant. Not like the human fires that stayed within their confines. No this fire wanted to burn everything inside her to the ground. He would like to see me burn wouldn't he. Watch as the flames that he started overtake me.

With his approach came the close proximity that triggered other senses. As he walked past her she could feel her fur tingle and prickle, firing as the ends touched each other. This was the most contact that she had with another wolf in a very long time. She was always careful not to let anyone get too close, but he seemed to be immune to her defenses. She couldn't keep him out of her head, or out of her thoughts. If they continued on this course she would go mad before she saw the reward. "I can be quite formidable. Maybe not in size, but my mind and my heart is strong." She had no doubt that if this was something that she didn't want than this wolf would get no further in his hunt for her. The problem was that she was torn. Despite her mind wanting to do nothing more than see this wolf crumble to see him snap under her provocation, her body wanted something more from him. Her treacherous body sought for him plain and simple. She quivered again as his sinister words covered her like a caress. They were meant to scare her, but when the fear mixed with her arousal it made for a dangerous combination. Her mind was sharp, but it was fighting with her body for control. If she wasn't careful she would slip up and then she would be lost.

Roka couldn't suppress the growl that tore through her. She didn't like being called delicate, even if it was a mention to her core. She knew that on the inside her body was much the same as any female, but she didn't care about that. Any male that couldn't learn to cherish her strength and her bravery was lost on her. If all he was interested in was taking her body and leaving the rest of her than he could shove it. "Well you will never have the pleasure of finding out just how delicate my insides are.", she grumbled. She felt like her body and mind were about to tear themselves apart and all for some male. He was taking amusement and even pleasure at seeing her struggle with this and that overall was what made her the most angry. "You are like a fresh breeze, feeding the fire just to watch it burn everything to the ground."

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

"Well you will never have the pleasure of finding out just how delicate my insides are."

From his place beside the river, Sabaoth quirked a white-spotted brow, his gaze making it perfectly clear that he did not believe her. While he was sure that there was a chance Roka spoke the truth, and while he was certainly not arrogant in terms of his appearance, the game had progressed too far for him to allow her any respite. Whatever Sabaoth had expected from meeting with this she-wolf, this was certainly not it. The exchange still left an odd feeling within him, for it was the longest he’d spoken to another since he’d been with his family. The sultry edge to her voice made the fur along his spine itch as several suggestive images flashed through his mind; he was glad now that he’d distanced himself from her, if only slightly. He’d been dead wrong if he’d thought she was less of a femme due to her violent anger and scars; if anything, it had made her more deadly and more desirable at the same time.

"You are like a fresh breeze, feeding the fire just to watch it burn everything to the ground."

At this he laughed, the throaty chuckle carried on the breeze. ”Can you condemn me for it?” He asked, idly digging his claws into the soft earth as he spoke. ”You are so easy to rile, and your reactions are always so different, so unexpected.” The tension between them had thickened, if possible, so heavy that it was very nearly tangible. No matter how hard he worked to keep his expression cool behind his mask of apathy, he could not hide the way the fur rose along his spine, or the way his pupils dilated as the wind continued to carry her scent to him. Likewise he suspected that she was fighting the same battle deep within. She was serving as a fine distraction from his usual loathe-filled thoughts, although he knew that they would return; they always did. For now, he was content to toy with her, to bat at her with his words as a cat batted at a mouse with its paws in the moments before its demise.

”You claim that I will never have you, and yet if you were truly disinterested, would you not have left?” He asked, voice dipping low once more. He was very much enjoying worming his way beneath her skin, poking and prodding at the places that were soft. If he was being honest with himself, it only served to stoke the desire smoldering within him. It was growing so swiftly that it was dangerous, pressing at his will so fiercely that it was nearly agonizing, the delicious pangs running through his body nearly as strong as his provoked rage. It was a sweet torture that the brute had never experienced before. ”What is it about me that holds you here?”

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[Roka]

As Roka continued to watch him it became more and more apparent that he had called her bluff. As much as she wanted to keep herself at a distance and deny her body that what if wanted she was having difficulties. He saw right through her bravado, knew that the chances of her denying him were slim. He wasn't the only one that could see them together, how cataclysmic their joining would be. She too felt that itch crawl unhindered across her spine, leaving her to burn. She knew that it was completely possible that he could just be toying with her, watching her completely unravel under his heated gaze. She was close to letting herself fall unbidden into that dark depth of unknowing. Seeing just where that road would lead her.

Her head snapped up at his words, drawing her out of her tempting thoughts. If she wasn't careful they would suck her into their warm embrace and she wouldn't be able to fight her way out. Could she condemn him for watching her burn? For doing the very thing that she wanted to do to him. He was enjoying this play almost as much as she was. Despite the cost that she would pay if she stepped too far over that treacherous edge. "So that is your reason? You just want to watch my temper come to life." A part of her wouldn't believe that. There were plenty of other wolves out there that had tempers that he could rile, yet he stayed here with her. He wanted something more than to just see her anger flare up.

There it was. Plain and simple. The question that she should have asked herself the moment she started to feel herself yearn for him. Why was she still here? What was it about him that held her captive? It was true enough that she found him a challenge, an intriguing one at that, but that was no reason for her to stay. Perhaps it was best if she did just leave before either one of them did something that they would regret. Yet as she looked on she knew that if she did leave it would be denying a part of herself. The deeper more primal side of her wanted this male, but not just as some sexual conquest. She wanted to possess him, just as she suspected he wanted her. She was physically attracted to his body, even his scars were appealing to her, but most of all she wanted his mind. Wanted to know what was really happening behind those smoldering blue orbs.

Perhaps he couldn't see her the way that she did, just like he wouldn't understand these rampant female feelings that swarmed through her. They made her hot like a bitch in heat, and yet she wouldn't mind that title as long as she was his. She had never allowed herself to get pulled in so deep, and she doubted that she ever would after him. He knew just what he did to her, yet he continued to pull the strings, like a puppet master set on a destructive path. If she stayed this course she would be lost. "I never claimed to be disinterested." In fact she knew that even if she did try to claim such it would be false. Nothing more than a lie because the truth was that she was far too interested. "Can you not see why I would want to stay?" She picked up one foot and moved it backwards as if to test her resolve. Was she strong enough to remain here and face the price that this game would demand of her? Perhaps it would be best if she did just leave, ran as fast and as far as she could until she could no longer see him. Hear his seductive hum, or smell his scent.

Like the devil he was tempting her away from her self assigned path of solitude. "Leaving doesn't seem to be an option for me anymore. I am in too deep."

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

"So that is your reason? You just want to watch my temper come to life."

Partially, yes, Sabaoth thought as he glanced considerately at her. But also…no. He did not say this, standing tall and silent as he offered no response. Provoking her pleased him to be sure, for it made him feel powerful. He knew which buttons to press, which places to push, and these little secrets whispered to him of possession. If he could ignite the flames of her anger so easily without her fleeing, there was a reason she was staying, and deep within him he knew the answer. He could have spared her the pain of forcing the admission from between her teeth, but he wanted to hear it, his smile growing when she argued that she was not disinterested. "Can you not see why I would want to stay?" Once more he did not speak, but as Roka took a single step backwards, Sabaoth took one towards her, muscles bunched to give chase should she surprise him and flee. He had not been jesting when he’d claimed he would hunt her; no matter how long it took, no matter how far she wandered, he would find her. She’d invested herself far too deeply now for him to relinquish his hold on her. She’d awakened something inside of him and ignored all of his warnings. Everything was different now.

”Leaving doesn't seem to be an option for me anymore. I am in too deep.”

Her words put the giant at ease just slightly, his muscles relaxing as his smile faded. He considered her for a long moment, her words ringing within his skull. Finally he moved, approaching her once more. He deliberately came to a halt on her left, aware that his preens in her blind side would likely irritate her but determined to knock down the walls that she erected when she was uncomfortable. His muzzle was close to her ear as he dipped his head down. ”Yes,” he agreed to her previous statement, no hint of mocking nor jest in his tone. ”You are.” He reached out swiftly them, muzzle parting as his ivory teeth grazed the thick scruff of her neck. It was over quickly, his head lifting high, eyes dancing with both amusement and warning. It was meant to serve as a brief reminder, for although he’d been lenient with her temper, Sabaoth would not hesitate to knock the confident she-wolf off of her pedestal.

”There are things I must do when I part from you today,” he mentioned, voice mild as he glanced away. He’d been debating over returning to Ina’mos for many moons now; perhaps the island would be deserted and desolate, or…or maybe the murderous band of wolves who’d destroyed his life would still dwell there. The thought of ripping their throats from their pathetic vassals, as possible before he was chased away or murdered, made his mouth water. Revenge was so close that Sabaoth could almost taste it. He would have his retribution. ”Will you flee as soon as I’m gone?”

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NOTES: Let me know if you want me to change the part about nipping her ^^ Also sorry if there are any typos I apologize, gotta get ready for work! <3

[Roka]

He seemed keen on pushing her to her limits, making her fight with herself for ever step of progress. She was almost tempted to run from and see just how long he was willing to chase her. She wondered what he would do to her when he did catch up with her and the thought sent images flooding her brain. She knew that if she did decide to run she wouldn't be able to evade him for long. She was torn between running from his just to see how he would react and staying here to take the consequences for her brash actions. She was being more brazen then she had ever cared to be, but it was too late for regrets. Too late for her to turn away from him. Her desire for him was turning into an obsession. She wanted to possess him more than she had wanted anything in her whole life, but what more was that she wanted him to possess her. Strong willed and stubborn as she was she couldn't lie to herself, just like she couldn't lie to him. "I want you." She wasn't going to be coy or sneaky like so many others she had grown up with. She had no fondness for the seemingly typical way that females skirted about teasing and tantalizing males instead of taking what they wanted. "I stay because I want you." She didn't want to be molded into something that she was not for the sake of getting him. It was one thing to tease his temper to get a rise out of him, but she wasn't going to hide her feelings behind thin veils.

When he stepped closer to her she didn't know whether to move away or move closer. Her instincts screamed at her to move her head so that she could keep him within her sights. Before she could move she felt a tug to her scruff that sent another bout of shivers down her pelt. He hadn't touched her until that brief contact. The feeling of his teeth on her scruff set her on edge, made her burning came to it's beak scalding her. She gave out a low rumble deep from her chest, not in aggression but from pure desire. She liked the way his teeth felt against her neck, but she wasn't about to say it out right. Honest as she was being with herself, she couldn't give him the satisfaction. Was his little display a show of dominance? Did he expect her to bow her head to him because of it? Roka looked into his eyes curious as to what purpose his contact was meant to achieve.

When he talked of leaving it was enough to cool Roka enough. As much as she wanted him she realized that they both had separate lives and he would have to leaver her eventually. He had his own life and things that he had to do with it. She couldn't say that she wouldn't be a little disappointed to see him leave. His question made her eyes narrow as she thought over what she would do when he left. "I see no reason for me to stay here once you have gone. Would you expect me to linger when you are not here to keep me." Just like he had his own business she had hers. If and when he did leave she would have to keep herself busy enough to forget this encounter. Forget the burning that he had awakened in her.

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

The words that fell from her muzzle were stark and candid, causing the fur along Sabaoth’s spine to stiffen once more. There was no mincing of words with her, no coy glances or girlish giggles that he found so very insufferable. There was only honestly and a deep heat flickering in her eyes that had his body responding in turn as Sabaoth fought to control his arousal. It had all happened so suddenly, and had it not been for his earlier words he would have mounted her then and there. No. He stayed himself with great restraint, for it was too soon to give her what she craved. If she truly wanted him, then he would make her wait as punishment for her earlier snappiness. The last thing Sabaoth needed as a loner was a pregnant she-wolf to worry about; perhaps later on down the line when he had somewhere to call home…yes, then he would allow her to bring forth the living incarnates of his blood. He would not allow her to evade him or her inevitable fate, as she’d condemned herself to her own fate with her words. She wanted him…and so she would get him in every regard, including the darker parts of him that she had yet to see.

”I see no reason for me to stay here once you have gone. Would you expect me to linger when you are not here to keep me.”

Narrowing his eyes in warning, Sabaoth shook his head slowly. ”Of course not.” He leaned in to her side, legs and chest pressing against her in his attempt to impose upon her space with sheer size alone. ”But I expect to see you again, whether I must find you, or you come to me,” he muttered, his tone leaving no room for objections. Already his mind was beginning to sort her into the category of his; it had not taken long for Sabaoth to latch onto the one creature who’d stirred life within him once more. ”Wherever you wander while I am gone, remember what I have told you. I will expect to encounter you again…soon.” He should have left then, should have pushed her away with one final warning and turned to disappear back the way he had come, and yet he was struck by the desire to see her agree. He wished to see her submit to his wishes, even if it would only be a minor victory. He refused to accept in that moment that he might not return from his journey to Ina’mos, despite the possibility of it. He would find her again when his business was finished, and while he would have liked to demand that she come with him, he would not take her to see the wreckage of his home. Not yet. Instead he craned his head to gaze down at her, his eyes alight with intensity and the faintest hint of frenzied madness. ”Have I made myself clear, little wolf?”

TAG: Roka
WORDS: 498
NOTES: One last reply before work mwaha. I guess we can do one more reply from each of us and then end it? D; 

[Roka]

The tension between them was almost tangible, the desire palpable as she let the words settle. She could see the control in his eyes and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She allowed a part of her swell up with pride at the notion that what had started as nothing but a tense interaction between total strangers had progressed so far. The fact that he hadn't mounted her already spoke volumes. He remained true to his word and that was something that she respected. It made her want him even more. Being a mother on her own didn't appeal to her, but she wanted him bad enough to risk it. She could survive anything, everything accept this fire that was eating away at her.

His words left her feeling elated with triumph. He wanted to see her again, even after today's turn of events. She grinned at that, satisfied that he wanted her enough to make plans to meet her again. Roka would have assumed that as soon as they were out of each others company they would forget the dark deep smoldering inside. Looking at him she knew better. His words were possessive, meant to brand her as his. She wanted nothing more than to accept those words, but he also wanted her submission. He wanted her to uproot her life here and trek somewhere that he would be able to find her. She wanted him to find her, to finish what he had started, since it was obvious that he wasn't going to finish it in this moment. Her body was becoming frustrated with her, seeking some kind of release for these pent up feelings. Come to me. For some reason those words stuck out to her, like a command bidding her to follow. She knew that if she couldn't have him then she would hunt him down to settle this. She had too much at stake just to walk away.

The way he demanded these things of her, giving her no room to argue made her grumble, but not in earnest. She liked the way that he took the control away from her, making it clear that he was the one in control of this situation. Control. Power. Dominance. Those were the only things that mattered in this interaction. When he pressed up against her demonstrating his sheer size compared to his she couldn't help but press back. She liked the way his flesh felt up against her. Their fur brushing together only amplifying the tension. "I like the way you feel.", she whispered in a low sultry voice. She knew that this was coming to an end, but she had to try to give him enough reason to remember her. "Don't worry, Big Wolf. I always come for what is mine." No matter how long his business took she would make sure that he settled what he had stoked between them. She would wait for as long as she had to, all to see him pay his debt.

Sabaoth