Your Prince Charming [Angel]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] For a time, Bardou felt like he was on an everlasting high. The sun a little brighter, the sky more blue, and the lands of Descai looking so peaceful that the brute nearly assumed Vorilye owned none of it. Bardou couldn't help but feel... youthful! His limp was surprisingly less visible, and the wolf even had a small hop in his step. He was in his prime! He simply had to be, for else the universe was toying with his mind and soul. And with that thought, doubt came into play: if this was in fact some game, would an all powerful deity see to stripping away this gaiety? Would some force of nature take away the very cause for Bardou's happiness!? Would that last mating attempt fail, by some cruel twist of fate? As the questions prodded the brute's mind relentlessly, Bardou felt the sun dim, the sky fade to grey, and the territory fall back under Vor's tyrannical reign. A sort of paranoia sunk into the wolf's mind, and though he masked it with a smirk, something else stared through his eyes... some green demon. A monster of jealousy and self doubt. His high gone, Bardou set out to invigorate himself again; he had to find Angel. He had to ease his nerves, and in order to do so he needed to make his future certain. Those pups would be born, he would have a legacy, and damn it he would not be cast aside like last mating season. And the year before that! And the year before that!! The Apennine strode forth with a confident stature and pleasant curve on his lips, but his eyes continued to betray some inner struggle. Conscience versus desire. Bardou quickly worked to appease his conscience. I will do her no harm. If she does what you want, that is. But she will do what I want, the look on her face... how could she not? You know the danger of your intentions. She loves me, we barely know each other, but I know she loves me. Don't break that bond. It's not going to break! The brute, with his thoughts now relatively silenced (save the paranoid ones) marched along the base of the ridge. It was during this walk that Bardou took notice of his body again; he was limping heavier. Oh childhood jealousy, how it aged him and thrust open old injuries! Oh how it weighed heavy on the body, if not only the mind. But Bardou could not make the connection between his self consciousness and his health. He had little chance of doing so anyway, since his mind was elsewhere; he caught Angel's scent. The brute cooed sweetly, thought there was a subtle tension to his voice. "Oh Angel... Angel. I yearn for you, my Angel." His muzzle swung from one side to the other as he searched the rock scattered land for his mate. Bardou, desperate to find the femme, put forth strenuous effort into clambering onto an impressive rock figure. From there, his searching eyes flashed as he called out again. "Angel, come my love... now." words:: 497 muse:: Decent tags:: Angel ooc:: None.

[Angel]

Angel was actually hunting like she was supposed to. Although… you couldn’t say that much effort was being put into it. If those Descai wolves couldn’t feed themselves, they were not worthy to live and she wouldn’t expend lots of energy providing for them. She would do her duty though, only because she had nothing better to do. It wasn’t like this scrawny rabbit she’d caught would make much of a meal for her anyway, and the taste was too musky for her liking. But then again, nothing was good enough for her today. Extreme contempt for the world around her clouded the white tundra’s heart, subduing her usual cheerful emotions.

With a dull sigh, Angel picked up the rabbit in her mouth and began trotting back towards the dens, head and tail raised high, so much so that a loner might think she held authority over these lands. Who was there to stop her though? Alpha Vorilye couldn’t actually make her show submission if she didn’t want to; she could do anything she liked.

The white femme had decided to travel along the base of the Ryn-Eldbel ridge on her way back to the dens because she didn’t like the sun glaring in her eyes, and the tall cliffs cast her in their shadow. It was relatively quick this way too, and she was pretty sure there were some side-entrances to the mines somewhere in the cliff side – the possibility of a new discovery would typically send her jumping for joy but all she was thinking of now was the quickest way to get home so that she could drop off her prize and take a nap.

Then fluffy white ears caught the sound of a male’s voice calling out desperately to her – Bardou, was it? Oh, there he was standing upon that rock. “Hi Bardou,” the femme greeted him unenthusiastically as she approached. No coy smiling, no lusty adoration, not even a ‘how are you doing?’ The pretty white female barely paid the male any attention at all as she continued walking right past him with the rabbit hanging limp from her jaws. Her still in heat scent drifted on the breeze towards the male, but no interest was cast in his direction, unless you included the hint of disdain in the way she haughtily carried herself.

Sure, that time she’d spent with him by the lake had been fun, but she just wasn’t in the mood right now, and without her usual bubbliness she was finding it difficult to find anything attractive in him. In the condescending and dismissive eyes she looked through today, Bardou had fulfilled his purpose of bringing her pleasure and he was now nothing to her but a lowly subordinate.



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] His lip twitched; a very subtle movement, but one that signified disaster in the mind of Bardou. Since his first beginnings as a juvenile, the brute had mastered the art of masking his emotions. Only his family knew the difference between a smirk and a sneer regarding Bardou's inner thoughts, but even they were often wrong. Now though... every close friend of Bardou's would know that something was terribly wrong with the wolf's psyche. He was breaking into fragments of self consciousness, and Angel had caused it. She had dismissed him with a flick of the tail and a haughty attitude! What happened to the idolizing and adoring? Why wasn't she treating him like a God? Had she... had she played him for a fool? The tip of Bardou's tail flicked ever so lightly, disturbing a small pile of pebbles. Down they fell into a neighboring rabbit hole. Down into the abyss. He couldn't help but imagine Angel in place of the rocks. Down she would fall, and he would laugh. The thought partially disturbed him, but the majority of his twisted mind had agreed on one cruel concept: she had to pay. She would not break his goals! But she would certainly suffer for trying. "What was that, love?" A small, nearly muted voice continued to speak to him. Don't do this Bardou, it plead. But as Angel's heat scent drifted towards him, his intentions solidified; she will be his. He may have claimed her before, but it appeared that she had forgotten this. He'd make her remember... she would not reject him again! "I thought that I heard you just... speak to me with an attitude. Surely you wouldn't do that." There was more at stake than just a mate; should she refuse him, Bardou thought he'd lose everything. He'd lose his pups, his future, and all the attention he thought he so rightfully desired. At least, this is what he assumed what would happen. Bardou was too paranoid to think otherwise. A rumble started in the wolf's throat as he jumped down from the rocky ledge, landing painfully below. His leg stiffened and shook with violent protest, but his expression reflected no such pain. Only his hesitation to advance forward suggested injury. That didn't last long though. Bardou slunk towards Angel, his muzzle swaying from side to side as he eyed her like a piece of meat. "Now don't be a heart breaker." Her delicious scent caught his attention again and brought forth a stirring in his nether regions, revealing tender flesh between his legs. He growled a sound of desperation and lust. "Be mine." words:: 439 muse:: Decent tags:: Angel ooc:: None.

[Angel]

The white femme shrugged lightly at Bardou's words, this time not even bothering to set down the rabbit to offer a verbal reply. So what if she was showing attitude to him? This contemptuous mood was the only time she could show attitude to anyone and she would damned well use that right for as long as possible, until her body grew weak and she fell into that cursed deep slumber which would then awaken the cheerful and loving Angel that she so despised. For now though, that weakling was buried, and haughtiness controlled her words and actions.

With a dismissive snort the female turned back towards her destination; Bardou had wasted enough of her time already, and she would not let him slow her down any more. She had no plans to apologise for anything, and no one was going to make her do it. But it appeared that the male wouldn’t let her get away with her impudence so easily.

Angel stopped and turned her head as the flump of him landing on the ground behind her caught her attention. Was he following her? Hadn’t she made herself clear that she wanted nothing to do with him? “Piss off, subordinate,” she muttered around her mouthful. Yep, she was pulling rank on him. She was a hunter, and that meant his superior; he had no right to speak to her in this manner, no right at all. He couldn’t touch her – his hide would be skinned if he even dared to lay a paw upon her.

Her nose wrinkled in disgust as Bardou approached, unafraid of showing her contempt for him. He was getting too close now, much too close; after all, she didn’t want to catch some kind of disease off him. But that wasn’t really what was making her a tad uncomfortable. The way he was looking at her was sending tiny alarm bells ringing in her head; her cruelly dismissive words had provoked more of a reaction than she’d meant to get out of him. Then his voice came rumbling dangerously at her – be mine – not a loving phrase, but an order for her to submit to his dominance and let him have his way with her.

She didn’t want to be his though! Annoyance bubbled up, and her eyes narrowed irritably. Why did he have to disrupt her today of all days, when she finally had the freedom to be as snarky as she liked? If he’d chosen any other day Angel would have nearly thrown herself at his feet and begged for him. Today, though, she didn’t want to be the property of some male who’d managed to capture her weaker side’s heart, some male who wasn’t even an alpha. She wasn’t his, and he couldn’t change her mind. “Try me.” With clear confidence she laughed mockingly, and took a pointed glance at his lame leg. He was an invalid, a cripple, and she made it obvious that she was looking down on him as less of a male for it.

But the beginnings of doubt had lodged into her heart. How could she get rid of him now? The male was advancing on her at an alarming rate, and with abrupt shock she noticed that the flesh in his sheath had already exposed itself in preparation. Panic stirred in the female’s chest as she glanced back up to Bardou’s determined brown eyes, finally realising that her rejection of him wasn’t going to make him back down. She was in trouble; he wanted to break into her intimate areas whether she liked it or not.

Something almost seemed to click in Angel’s blue eyes as her mood suddenly shifted from that of haughty annoyance to total raw fear. It was time to get out of here. Now. Her paws scrabbled on the dusty ground as she awkwardly turned and ran, staying close to the base of the ridge and she desperately trying to find the entrance to the safety of the dens. The large rabbit still carried in her mouth slowed her down quite a bit, and she stumbled over it a couple of times, but she didn’t even consider dropping it; only one thing was in her mind right now and that was running away from her pursuer. Terror drove her onwards – soon a narrow tunnel in the side of the cliff came into view and she entered it without hesitation. But, in her panic-blurred state, the female didn’t realise that the passageway she was running down wasn’t in fact the one she thought it was. And as she rounded a corner she came face to face with a pile of rubble blocking her path completely. Frightened blue eyes flicked around for any way of escape, but the only way in was the way she had come through. She was trapped.



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] And she still had the nerve to shoot him down! Could she not see the serious nature of his expression? Or rather, couldn't she see that something was wrong... very wrong? It was comical really! So he laughed. He laughed a sharp, horrible laugh that radiated off the rocks and bounced back, as if nature itself was cackling at the clueless hunter. Bardou felt certain that if he didn't laugh away her insults, his anger would spill out faster than he intended. It was this laugh, evil as it might have sounded, that actually reflected the brute's conscience. He didn't want to be angry with her, nor did he want to punish her; his laugh showed his reluctance to do so. Just pull back! Stop and laugh it off... please. But he ignored his conscience. Bardou only had so much humor to spare right now. His laugh soon drifted away into nothingness, leaving only his sparking eyes to reflect his emotions. There was sin burning beneath them, and a sin that he so often tried to suppress; envy. He envied many a wolf in his life, but Angel seemed to fit the bill well too. He lusted for her youth, her physical capability, her status. Oh how he wanted it all! But he couldn't... he could never have it. Bardou couldn't settle for nothing though. So what would he take? Her. Angel would be his to claim and control! And once he taught her a little lesson, Bardou would ensure she stayed wrapped around his tail like a naive pup. All. His. Whatever attempts he'd made to stem his anger were suddenly made futile; she had looked at his leg. Not only had she looked at it, but she had... mocked it. With a single look she had mocked him! His lip twitched again as a terrible growl rumbled in his throat. "Low blow, love." The brute's pace quickened as he spoke. "But I do intend to try you." He chuckled again, now certain that he would find victory. He didn't have the option not to win. "I intend to try every. Inch. Of you." She ran. Bardou laughed even louder. Running for the first time in nearly a week, the crippled brute painfully pursued the female. The bones of his deformed leg ground together in violent protest. Stop stop stop, they screamed! But he would have none of it; Bardou was too busy appeasing another body part. So on he ran, albeit slower than Angel, until his delectable prey skidded to a stop. His jaws parted in a cruel smile. "Trapped? Poor thing... poor wretched thing!!" His voice, often gruff yet soothing, cut off with wicked growl. He lunged forward, violently latching onto the female's scruff and dragging her towards him. "I suggest you not struggle..." He mumbled around Angel's neck and bit just deep enough so that he drew blood; a warning for his beloved. Bardou proceeded to press her against the rock wall then down into the dirt, putting her into an entirely vulnerable position. He taunted her again, eager to make her pay dearly for her crimes against him. "I like you much better this way. Especially when you keep that stupid mouth shut." Bardou laughed again, his breath heating up her fur. The crippled wolf drew her closer to him as he began to move and rub against her nether regions. He had yet to enter, but that was all on purpose; he intended to strip away all her power. Look at what I can do. Can't stop me. No, no you can't. words:: 601 muse:: Good tags:: Angel ooc:: None.

[Angel]

The white femme spun around as she heard the male come around the corner, and her body dropped instinctively into a cowering position. She knew what was coming; it was clear in his eyes. “Please, don’t do this to me, Bardou!” Angel pleaded uselessly as he rapidly approached; she was unable to back away any further. The rabbit she'd caught lay limp where she'd dropped it, all but forgotten by the two wolves.

“I’m sorry for using you before! I didn’t know it would make you feel so bad!” Her straight-out admittance to manipulating him was unlikely to help the situation, but even when terrified the femme couldn’t lie to save her life. Then Bardou lunged and in one quick fierce movement grabbed her painfully by the scruff and dragged her into his control.

“No! Please no!” she wailed, panic overwhelming her. Angel struggled in vain to free herself from his grip, unheeding of his warning to stay still and trying desperately not to let him have his way. But he was holding her too tightly, pinning her between him and the wall of rock, and gradually he forced her down to the cold ground.

“Pfffft,” she mumbled in protest as her mouth was pressed firmly against the dirt. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t seem to lift her muzzle off the floor; she was frozen where he had positioned her, helpless under his power. Almost all her weight was focused down on her head and neck – her legs being uselessly splayed out to either side – and her rear end was high in the air, her entrance exposed to the furious male. She felt extremely weak in this position, half-bowed to the subordinate; even more humiliating considering that she was whole while he was an invalid. There was no doubt that he meant to degrade her, and he was succeeding despite her efforts. Bardou could easily violate her privacy exactly when he chose, no sooner, no later, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

He had told her that he liked her to stay quiet, but as he rubbed her tender areas, mercilessly threatening her but not yet penetrating her, she couldn’t cope any longer. The pure white female could not physically escape and pleading was useless against her determined punisher, so her only option was to make a bargain with him. She simply had to escape the horrible fate that Bardou had set for her whatever the cost, or the terror erupting inside her would shatter her to pieces.

“I surrender!” she cried out, hurriedly speaking before he chose to break into her body. “I submit! I’ll do anything you want if you don't rape me! Anything at all, anything you can dream of! I promise to do whatever you desire without complaint: I vow this on the souls of my beloved mother and father!” Angel didn’t quite understand how unfair the deal was to her; all she could think about was keeping the male out of her most intimate space. In such a terrified state, that was the most important thing in the world to her, even higher than breathing. Even if her ordered her to crush herself with the rubble built up at the end of the passage, at least death would be better than being entered without consent.



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] Bardou laughed again, so sharp and loud that it seemed to stab the female in the back of the neck. What did he find so funny now? Well, he couldn't help but find Angel's sudden switch of character somewhat... amusing. Just a few minutes ago she was making merciless digs at him, and now she was groveling and pleading. It was so funny it sickened him. How hypocritical people became when they felt threatened! Sure Bardou annoyed people then took some steps back, but he never groveled; he merely subdued his personality. "Sorry?" He bite harder into the back of her neck and chuckled into her flesh. "Oh I know you're not that stupid, my love. You didn't know it would hurt? HA! Wretched thing!" He shook her hard, knocking her muzzle against the dirt. "You take all you have for granted... all your skill. And you don't think it hurts for that to be taken away? Well then you are a fool... and you will pay for it." Bardou pressed harder against her, taking solace in her wails and pleas. It felt... it felt like he was defeating some monster. In reality, he was succumbing to another; his jealousy and self consciousness. But as far as he was concerned, with Angel's rape he was fighting against those who had ever looked down on him. He had to make her his own - he'd make her suffer too - if only to symbolize victory over a world he could not control. Over a world he would never control. That one painful thought brought a quick burst of anger into his heart again, just enough to provoke a decision. His back arched as he prepared to deliver her a powerful thrust. But then... she began to bargain. Bardou's muzzle wrinkled as he pulled back his lips in a snarl. "Anything?" He pressed against her once virgin entrance again, rubbing tauntingly as he considered her offer. Bardou was seldom allowed to control others. He could be manipulative at times, yes, but did he usually give orders? No. He wasn't usually allowed to... but now, oh now he had to take advantage of this. "You will not move unless I tell you. Disobey, and you. Will. Pay." He snarled again for good measure before letting go of her scruff. Bardou continued to stand behind her, murmuring dangerously into her ear. "And you will call me master, understood my little Angel?" He growled, practically daring her to say no. "Now.. turn around!" Bardou spat and raised his voice. He backed up so that he no longer brushed against her entrance, though tender flesh still remained unsheathed. He would rape her. She had brought that fate upon herself and Bardou was not changing it. This... monster of Bardou couldn't allowed that to happen. But, if she wanted to bring more humiliation on herself... well, he'd be happy to oblige. So he moved forward again - this time facing her front - and placed one paw on her muzzle. He sneered. "Now love, you will pleasure me." Bardou shot a pointed look down at his highly aroused appendage before settling his eyes back on the female. He growled. Bardou pushed her down to the ground so that she was lying on her stomach, then proceeded to stand above her; his legs on either side of her body. Perfect position. "Get to it!" words:: 567 muse:: Good tags:: Angel ooc:: None.