Dancing With Demons [Zitao]

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It had been far too long since the black wolf killed. Far. Too. Long. The lust for blood that she could usually keep pushed down ate away hungrily at her mind. She wanted, needed, craved, blood. She could taste it in her head despite her mouth being dry as a desert. She wanted to make another wolf scream, cry, wince, whimper, cringe under her cruel mercy. She had recently had too many close calls with wolves, let too many get away alive. Each one that she watched walk...or run away got to her more and more. The next wolf she saw would not be so lucky. Rather it was a male, female, young, or old, the next wolf she laid her orange eyes on would suffer under her. She snarled demonicly and hungrily, enough was enough.

Rain poured around her, completely soaking everything within seconds from the first drop. Thunder rolled through the sky, screaming warnings for all the wolves to hear. "Go hide, hide for your lives, do not be seen or be killed," Xion could hear it say, sending dark chills down her spine. If only they actually knew what waited for them. Lighting flashed and crackled, illuminating her dark pelt. Despite getting soaked, Xion rather liked this weather. It was like a reflection of herself, and she stalked through the rain with an eerie determination. The river beside her rushed and flooded in the storm, racing over rocks downhill, the opposite direction than she walked beside it. She had caught the scent of one or maybe two wolves by the water but they had faded in the storm so she had no clue who they were. All she knew was that they were definitely around somewhere. She assumed they were hiding like the cowards she was sure they were and that it would not be easy to find them. The search had begun.

She started searching for them in any places that they could hide. Under shrubs, in little clearings, and anywhere else she could find. She even looked on both sides of the river. The longer it took to find them, the more her dark side crept out. Her eyes seemed darker, her size buffer, her fur stood on end and her lips curled, revealing her pearly white fangs that waited impatiently to be stained crimson red. "Wherever you are, I will find you and I will kill you," she snarled aloud, her voice raging above the storm, no longer sounding like her own.

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He watched. Nothing more. His golden eyes were focused on the she wolf, narrowed in both curiosity and cautiousness. He could almost see the waves of frustration rolling off her coat and she paced along side the river. He was a fluid being, melting from shadow to shadow silently. The thickening clouds overhead cast a hazy darkness on the land that lay beneath them, which suited him just fine. It made blending his dark coat into the background even easier. His eyes raked over the stranger, across fur that mimicked his own, hanging loosely on a frame that was smaller than his by a couple inches. She started searching, pushing her nose through leaves, a not so happy look on her face. He almost laughed out loud, but sopped himself, determined to remain silent for the time being. Not that it would have mattered if he did. Any sound he made would have been washed away by the gushing river, swollen with rainwater and dumping it's contents onto the bank. Its waves lapped hungrily at the land; reaching, begging for something they could never have. He could sympathize. Even now, having killed so recently that traces of blood could still be smelled on his fur, he could feel the quiet hum of want. This sick desire, the lust to flounder in the songs of dying animals was his addiction, a vice that he was all to happy with. Seeing this female, alone in the sputtering light, well, he could say he felt a flare of something familiar in his chest. His feet remained planted to the ground, tickled by a puddle of water and the blood that was washed from his coat. He watched.

A sick smile blossomed on his face as she spoke out, the growl matching the timbre of the thunder that rolled above them. He was never one to disappoint. If this female wanted his presence, then who was he to say no? She was so close. He could see the water dripping from her fur, see the transparent clouds that danced from her mouth with each breath. "That is quite the statement" he purred, stepping forward as his head tipped to the side in amusement, "However, it looks like I found you, so I won't hold you to it." A dark chuckle dripped from his teeth as he looked down upon the female, his water logged fur doing nothing to understate the size of his body, "Do you really think you could do it? You're welcome to try."

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The black wolf's head snapped up at the sound of a male standing before her. The sight of the wolf in front of made her nearly tuck her tail, but for reasons other than submission.  He was dark like her, both in color and in attitude. He was slightly taller than her, by an inch or two.  His eyes, like hers, were an odd color. His were yellow, hers were orange but both colors stood out through the pouring rain. He was like her reflection only in male form, and as egotistical as it might have sounded, she kind of liked him for it. Usually she hated males, distrusted them, wanted them dead, to suffer like her father made her suffer. However, thanks to how much he seemed to be like her, she was actually interested. However, her blood lust continued to eat at her and she was not about to break her promise to herself so she started walking a slow circle around him, foggy eyes taking him in.

"Such a pitty that a wolf like you had to be the one to show up. I was hoping that the wolf I had to kill would be more weak and less...desirable. Killing you is such a waste of perfectly good meat, I even hate the thought. But you couldn't just stay put like you should have so I will just have to settle for actually eating my food instead of getting to play with it now won't I?" She let each word slide off her tounge effortlessly, not caring what he thought of her speech. What did it matter when he just going to die? Maybe if he somehow convinced her, In a non threatening way, that she shouldn't kill him, she would spare his life. However, she didn't believe that would happen.

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Zitao was relaxed as she circled him, at least outwardly. He pushed down the instinct that said not to let her go behind him, to keep her in his sight. He was good at remaining stoic. It was one of his many talents, and most likely the most useful. He liked to watch as others became infuriated with his apathy, or scared when he didn't show the emotions that any regular wolf would. Now, he merely smiled at her foggy-gazed efforts, confident in his ability to rip her apart should she make a move to attack. It was what he did best. Still, he had no interest in disemboweling this female. She was a mere plaything; to be used and tossed away when he was done with her. She had already caught his interest; her bold remark told to someone she didn't even know. Zitao was a stranger. He was dark and dangerous and cruel. Nobody wanted to tempt the monster that slept within him. Nobody.

"You..." he grinned, his gaze darkening tantalizingly "think I am desirable? He ignored the rest of her threat filled speech, untouched by the dangerous promises. It was almost comical, the way she looked at him like he was nothing more than a pretty face. "How cute. Do you really think you can kill me? Hah! The idea is laughable. You're playing with fire and you don't even know it." He turned suddenly towards her, too close to be safe, and stared into her peculiar eyes. Zitao was not sure that he had ever seen orange eyes. There had been blue ones, black ones, yellow ones, brown ones, hell, he had even seen white ones. Orange was new, and new was always refreshing. "Tell me, love, what gives you the notion that I am not perfectly capale of defending myself? Or, even better, capable of taking it up a notch? I have skinned alive things that are three times the size of you. It is you who should be worried about getting killed." he grinned, his voice turning husky and low "I could just eat you up."

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Seeing the relaxed look and posture of the dark male wolf only made her blood lust grow stronger. If she couldn't play with this... male version of herself, then she wanted nothing more than to impose utter terror into him and make him wish he was dead. As her orange eyes took him in, she could feel, taste, see his skin tearing and his crimson blood, so vastly different in color from his eyes, pouring out into her locked jaw, oh how it turned her on. Another deep snarl sounded in her throat as she shivered at the thought. 

"Yes, I do," she answered his question without shame or shyness. The fact she found a male to be anything other that disgusting was amazing. The fact she could so openly admit it was far beyond a miracle. "Most males are weak, picking on things smaller than them to feel a sense of power that they otherwise lack. But you.... " she trailed off, lost in her thoughts for a few seconds, a dark grin spreading across her muzzle, "You have power radiating off of you, you have no need to find silly ways to compensate anything, you kill and torture for other reasons, for things like fun or to satisfy a lust much like my own. The mere sight of you is enough to make most turn tail and runs but turns the few others like myself on.

"I know very well that I am playing with fire, that's what makes it so thrilling, destroying one fire with an even larger fire." The fact he thought she was so oblivious as to not see the strength that laid within him managed to rub her the wrong way and she took a steadying breath to calm her cravings. She could feel her breath catch in her throat for a mili second when he moved closer to her. The closer he got the more power he gave off and the thirstier she became. "Surely you have heard of Xion, at least as a whisper in the wind. If you are capable of taking it up a notch, then good, goes to prove you are better than all the other males out there and I'm certainly not complaining about that, it's been far too long since I've found someone who matches in strength and power with me.

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Only a one sided smile lazed across her face as she spoke, her words dripping with want. Oh, how he could make her want. He could make her beg and plead, he could make her breath hoarse and her legs no stronger than that of a newborn fawns. Whether it be through pain or pleasure was to be decided, however the mere thoughts themselves burned at his throat. He could feel something in this wolf, something not found easily in others. She had what others took years to find, such a rare gift to have. Yet, here she was, shivering and growling before him. 

"Well" he purred, his voice void of the turmoil boiling within him, "I am so glad you think so, and it appears you are as well. Do you enjoy basking in my aura? Shall I tell you of the pain I have caused, the way my victims sing of so beautifully as I turn their body to a bloody unrecognizable mess? How will I pull you apart with my words, hmm? How will I make you beg for more, whilst skimming the edge of your limit?" The words oozed out of his mouth, poison coating each syllable that rocket through the heavy air. His form was liquid; sliding, swaying, moving ever closer to her own. He enjoyed the idea of toying with this female, finding his own heart pounding along with hers each time their bodies sighed past each other, no more than a breath away. "I can see it in you, love. You play with fire because you like the way it burns."

He found himself close to her, looked down into her eyes. They were so close, and yet, Zitao wanted to inch towards her even more. "You cannot destroy my fire. Your name is as foreign to my ears as mine will be to yours. It's a pity, really. Surely someone like you should have heard of the infamous Zitao before, if only to set me as your aspiration. I am the night in which you hunt. I not only match you in strength and power, I surpass you. Not to worry, I wouldn't dare harm someone as special as you. No, I have longed to meet someone such as yourself for quite a while, it would be a shame as to inflict pain onto you." He cocked his head slightly, voice quieting, "Unless, of course, you wanted me to."

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The black she wolf felt....different. That was really the only word she could think of to describe the situation she was currently in. She was around a male and was anything but afraid, which was the first time that had been the case since her father first attacked her. She felt no need to defend herself and she had been that way her entire life. She felt alive in this male's presence, not dead and living in the shadows like she had felt for years. She had no idea where this encounter would ultimately lead them but she knew now that she had found this strange, so much like herself, male, she had a found a way through which she could learn to be herself again.

To hear him return her feelings made her heart skip and a sick feeling a rose from that. She wasn't supposed to be the warm and fuzzy type, she was Xion. She was cold and heartless.......right?? Her mind instantly started spinning a thousand miles a minute. She nodded to his question, again feeling no need to lie. Why should she? If anything came back to bite her, she would simply kill him or render him unable to speak so that no one else would know of this encounter. She listened with interest as he spoke, though it was one of the last things he said that really caught her attention. Beg. She wandered if, in time or when he found out on his own, if she could tell him of her secret side. If she could let that side out around him. She knew it would be extremely exhilarating but she had to be careful letting it out. She would only n ever give it to one other wolf. "Yes, I do enjoy being around you. It is a nice change and one I never expected. I would love to hear of all the pain you have caused and hopefully will continue to cause, perhaps it may come close to what I have done."

She listened intently as he spoke again, actually enjoying the closeness between them. She was thinking of come backs or arguments that she could respond with to him saying he was stronger but as he said the very last part, her mind went instantly blank as exciting chills ran through her entire frame. It was so very clear to see that this wolf was perfect for her, but those thoughts once again sent a sick feeling through her. There was no way she was in her right mind and thinking about that, no way she could think she would have the smallest of possibilities of finding a mate. It was insane. It was impossible. It was disgusting. But in reality, with the male standing in front of her, it was none of the above. "That is a possibility... but I wouldn't think now would be the time," was all she said in response to his last line. While she was not at all specific, she could not believe she had said even that much about her other side.

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To Zitao, there were two different types of words used on others to gain the upper hand. One type was black, a sickly ooze that burned beneath the skin and infested the mind with worry and paranoia. They were said in a calm voice, which only amplified their toxin even further. These were the words used for the weak, and for the enemies that you want to see crumble to the ground. The other type were red. He used them now with Xion. They were the words you wanted to hear, the words that would pull you closer with ribbons of water, and you didn't realize you were drowning until it was too late. Zitao wasn't planning on drowning her, but he wasn't above letting her gasp for air. What was the danger in being the earth that crushed others, when you were the one dragging them out of their graves? It was a deadly balance, but he knew he could perfect it just for her.

Zitao practically purred at her silent honesty. It was so much easier to pull strings when your puppets didn't knot the lines. Her gaze on him was absolute, and he found himself wanting to keep it that way. Not only to keep the powerful feeling she was giving him, but also because he... liked her. Her brutal honesty, her striking resemblance to him, both in colour and nature, was too precious a gift to give up. "I enjoy you being truthful with me, as well as frolicking under the false idea that you could take me down. It's simply adorable. The torment I have caused would only come close to yours if I had slept half my life before starting my journey through this world."

Zitao noted her apathy to his proximity. Whether or not you moved away spoke lengths about your thoughts inside, and he was pretty impressed so far with whatever was tumbling around her head. It would be interesting to take her mind apart piece by piece, see what made her tick. It would be done carefully, as not to harm the product when he put her back together. He wanted her like she was now; flawless, beautiful, and able to rip your heart out while you smiled about it. "No.." he drawled, the word rolling thick off his tongue, "I suppose now would not be the time. I prefer a more... secluded area to dismantle my subjects. I am sure you won't have a problem with that, will you?"

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For the first time since she had ran into this male, Xion allowed herself to slip from reality into her thoughts. Not to escape or to hide but sort out exactly what was going through her head, what was happening to her, and what was happening in the world around her. She knew exactly what the warm fuzzy feeling was inside her chest. It was love... well like for now. She liked him, she liked how powerful and dangerous he was yet how it was clear there was more to him, even if it was a side that wasn't shown often. She wanted to get to know more about him. What she didn't understand was how she could let herself feel this way. She had tried so hard for so long to convince herself that all males were like her father. She tried to drill the fight and flee instincts into herself and for a long while they had worked but not now, not when she really needed them to kick in. She figured that the reason she felt calm was because if he was like her father, she would have been dead only seconds after she first tried to threaten him. Only she was very much still alive, more alive than she had ever been, and he shared the same feelings. He was not her father.

She shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts when he began talking. She was glad he enjoyed her honesty because that was all he would ever get from her. She was not one to waste her breath on a stupid lie. If one can't handle the truth, then one needs to grow up. "All you will ever get out of me is the truth, I will never waste my time on making up a silly little lie to preserve one's feelings. If one can't handle the truth then one needs to toughen up or they're better off dead, and I would in most cases be happy to arrange that. As for sleeping away half your life, unless you are double my age which I very highly doubt, then I do believe you're still in the running with me over who has caused more blissful torture."

The more he spoke, the more Xion wanted, longed to let out the side of her which she so desperately kept hidden from everyone but herself. The fact that she had found someone who she liked and could handle it didn't make it act easier to keep it in. The only reason she fought it was because of how vulnerable she would become once she let it out and she didn't know him well enough to tell him, not yet anyway. But if he figured it out on his own, well that would be one thing. She would never lie to him and she almost wished he would figure out. "I would mind only if it was subjects and not subject." The emphasis she put on certain words hinted at the jealousy that she felt when he mentioned more than one. Already she could tell she would rip the heart out of anyone that came between them.

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Zitao wasn't so foolish as to think that this female had no effect on him. In fact, it would be sillier to deny the facts, to push down any emotions other than those born of darkness. It took a lot to sway him in the direction she had so easily tugged him along. Whether she did it on purpose, or it was a natural way to acting for her, he felt complete in her presence, like the final puzzle piece was falling into place. It was different from the feeling of killing something, and different still than the feeling he felt towards his pet. Anima. He hadn't even thought of her in the presence of Xion until now. Zitao loved Anima in a twisted way, so to speak. He let no danger come to her, as promised. They had a special relationship that was only kindled out of submission. Really, she had it good with him. Zitao promised protection and logical ownership, and he delivered. What was he, if not a wolf of his word?

"That is impressive. I suppose I should pledge the same thing to you, if we are to be fair. I only lie when it puts me at an advantage, and I have a feeling that there would be no advantage when it was directed at you, one way or another." He grinned, listening to her go on about torture. So this wolf knew a thing or two about the art. It was important knowledge, in the least, "I cannot speculate how much suffering you have caused, as you cannot speculate mine. It will be best just to leave us both at a lot, and let the future decide the true champion. Hmm, that would mean we would have to spend a great deal of time together, in order to be fair to both parties. I am not opposed to such things, are you?"

The way she spoke hinted at meanings beneath the surface of her words, meanings that were not lost on Zitao's ears. "But of course," he drawled, circling her body while his eyes raked over her, "It simply wouldn't do to have a divided attention. How else could I savour my treasures so immensely?"

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The black she wolf couldn't help but to get a twisted grin listening to him confirm the fact that he would never lie to her. The single statement pleased her in a few ways. The most important way being that it confirmed the fact he felt the same way towards her as she did towards him. Intrigued mostly, as it was clear they both wanted to get to know the inner and outer workings of one another. The fact he would be honest about everything put her mind at ease as she knew she didn't have to worry about getting any mixed messages from him or about having to kill him if he lied to her. It also pleased her because by listening to the individusl words he used to complete his statement she knew that he knew she had power. If she was weak and like all other females, he would have every advantage in lying to her so for him to admit he would have none meant that he knew of her physical and emotional power.

The next thing out of his mouth made her force herself not to smile any wider. He wanted them to spend together, that was more than obvious and yet his sly nature had him using competition to say and get what he really wanted. She had no problem leaving their past at "a lot" and relying on their futures to tell that she was better. It was also not in her nature to turn down any opposed challenge and she growled lightly in challenge, "I don't mind at all, I only hope you're ready to lose." She purred at the thought of beating him. It would be a sweet victory and the ways he would get back at her would be even sweeter.

She watched him intently and with lust hidden in her orange eyes as he circled her. Chills ran up and down her spine as she felt his eyes take in every inch of her. Oh she wanted even more with each passing second to let him see her hidden side. She wanted to hand over control right then and there yet she held herself back. As badly as she wanted him to know, she knew it would be a million times more exciting if he found out on his own. She just didn't know if she could wait that long. "I do not mind at all then, there is so much to savor about me, so much to learn, I doubt, even with there being no others of my importance, that you could discover everything," the way she spoke was so full of hidden meanings that even she had to take a second to sort through them all. She made sure to say everything in a seductive and challenging tone however to make him want to discover just what it was she was hiding.

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There was no point in stifling the both amused and exasperated sigh that flow across his tongue as she spoke, "Oh dear, do you really think you would win? Do not let that thought consume you, it will drive you mad. It is so often that others attempt to bring themselves up to my standard, then drive themselves into madness when they cannot and I do not care. I am not a toy to be thrown around so haphazardly." Zitao almost worried for his new company. Not often was it that he strayed away from his own needs, and it was likely he would be entirely apathetic to her presence. Still, the dangers were hers, not his, and he made no attempts in sealing this new hole in the tapestry that was his life. Perhaps she would be of some use in the future. Surely there were no hazards in enjoying her presence. While it was true that Zitao loved, it was not often, and the road was uphill and littered with dangers. Nobody had made it through the barricade of thorns, and not many had tired. 

Everything about Xion was made to be wanted, at least by Zitao. Love at first sight was not something he believed in, but love and lust were far from being twins. He could want; he had allowed himself the luxury many times before, but did it mean that he was in love? Not in the slightest. It made it so much easier, so much more simple. He could say that he wanted Xion. He could say that he wanted to touch her and feel her and taste her, but the feeling of love was not there. Not yet at least. It was something that had to be built, something that only grew in the right conditions and with the right people. Zitao didn't bother trying to lie to himself, or push down his emotions. They simply were, and he dealt with him like he dealt with everyone else: head on. 

"Oh, I bet there is" he cooed, stopping his movement, "I am sure there is ample amount of mystery hidden within the deep embers of your mind." he could feel the dance that they both were doing; it was one he had performed many times before. Perhaps not with so willing a subject, but that made it even more fun. All that mattered is that he came out on top. 

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There was something about this wolf that made Xion's skin crawl but not necessarily in a bad way. She was never afraid of him, which in and of itself said a lot. The more they talked, the more things sounded like a competition or a challenge, the more interested Xion became. If he thought she would be driven insane by rising to his standards he was beyond dead wrong. It only showed how little he actually knew about her. If he knew of her past, of her childhood, then he would know that she too was a not a toy to be thrown around. But it seemed like that knowledge would have to come to him in time but Xion didn't mind the wait. She would just keep proving him wrong until he understood her. "If you knew me you would understand the fact that I too am not a toy to be thrown around. There is no standard too high for me to reach, nothing too low that I wouldn't do. I may seem like an open book to some, but there is much more one doesn't know about me than there is that they do," her voice was simple, flat, void of any real emotions but was still matter of fact and her words were still true. She wanted him to get to know her, disect her mind, take over her mind and body, but in the process, she would not tolerate doubt and disrespect. She was not weak, physically or emotionally. She was not every other female or wolf in general. He would see that or she would walk away and he would miss out. "I am not Luna," she muttered to herself, though she wouldn't be surprised if he heard. She was the exact opposite of Kiva's youngest daughter. Looking back on her, she was disgusted by how weak she was. She was even worse than her older sister Anima head been. It took every ounce of Anima not to steal her away make her, her toy. Take advantage of her slim frame, make her bend to her will and do her bidding. She was definitely her polar opposite.

The black feme chuckled darkly at the wolf's response. Oh how she wanted him to peel away at her mind find every single one of her weaknesses as well as her strengths. She wanted him to use them both to his advantage. She knew he would be beyond perfect at balancing the two. He would know how to make her shudder bellow him, make her want him to have her, he would make her beg and plead and cry out for mercy just to say no. He would have her under his thumb im the most seductive of ways. But at the same time, he would know how to make her stronger and better, how to make her a shining alpha, a murderous killer. He would compliment both her sides perfectly. "My mind is a labyrinth, one that I bet you would get lost and confused in like a new born pup coming into the wild word without parents. You would give up, back out, and admit defeat," she purred as she spoke, her voice dark and far beyond simply being challenging as she made sure to say what she knew would make him want to dominate her as he proved her wrong. She moved closer to him, her voice no louder than a harshly cold and dark whisper in his ear, "Nothing will be sweeter than watching you fail at figuring me out and stepping over you in dominace and rank but damn do I want you to hurry and give it your all."   she stood still for a minute before moving back, her face blank, void of any emotions to show the words she had just spoken. But inside her mind was screaming for him to lunge at her, pin her, and plunge inside her messed up mind.

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Xion was interesting, of course that being a grand understatement. Zitao had never encountered someone like her and yet he didn't feel like he should be guarded. She held no malice in her eyes, at least not directed at him, and was instead full of competitive curiosity. It humored him, for someone to be so involved in something that hardly existed. She seemed like the type of wolf that threw herself entirely into fun sounding ideas, so Zitao would not be surprised if she ended up getting a tad bit too carried away. Still, he enjoyed her company. She was a puzzle, a deadly mixture of childish playfulness and brutal intensity. Despite her words, she was a toy to him. Everyone was. They were expendable, ready to serve him until he grew tired and left. It was the only way he had known, and it had kept him alive and moving his entire life.

"Luna?" his head snapped to attention. He had scorched that name into his mind, determined to find the killer that Anima had told him about. "I have heard of a wolf named Luna, from one who I have claimed and made my pet. She goes by the name of Anima, and has told stories of a murderer that ravaged these lands in the years past. Do you know of either of them?"

He listened to her words, not even attempting to hide the amusement spread across his face. Her words sparked both interest and pride, churning into a warmth that spread throughout his head. "I never give up." he sang lowly, edging the line between murmuring and snarling. "If you are a maze like what you speak of, then I will revel in my lost self, and break down every wall until I find my way out." though his tone was harsh, his mind was at peace. It took quite a bit to send him truly off the edge, and this tempest's teasing only tickled the edges of his irritation. She was plucking at string that did not exist, trying to pull in apart at the seams. If she so wanted to be punished, then who was he to deny? After all, she smelled so sweet close to him, her hushed tones laying to bed the innocence of the night. He mirrored her movements, until nothing but a shallow breath separated them, "I will die before you even dance along the idea of surpassing me, love. There is no need for cruel lies. If you want me to pull you apart, all you have to do is ask."

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At the Mention of both Luna and Anima, her ears shot up in curiosity and a twisted grin crossed her muzzle. She really wasn't sure what to think of the question he had just asked. How had he made Anima his pet? Where was Kiva? Where was the rest of Tala? Why were they here? She knew she didn't care about the answers but still she wanted to know. The only thing about what he had just said that didn't surprise her was the fact that Anima used her sister's name instead of her name. She figured Anima knew that her path would cross with Zitao but because of the different names, he would never think it was her. Little did she know, Xion remembered very clearly who little Luna was. Knowing that her answer may or may not turn into a long conversation depending on if he asked a lot of questions or not, she went ahead and sat down in front of him with a yawn.

"I can tell you right now that by Luna, she meant Xion and that she thought by using her sister's name, who is by far the biggest natural born omega I have ever seen, you would never have any interest in me and would never bring me back to see her." She paused long enough to let him process her words. She knew that he would not be happy with Anima for lying to him but the thought of not only Anima as a pet but getting punished by the beast in front of her because she had lied about her just made her shiver in delight. " You see, Tala was, I assume it isn't anymore since Anima was supposed to be the next alpha, a pack that existed on land not too far away from this Island and was ruled by two siblings, Kiva and Cato. It was an interesting pack, and one that I can more than guarantee you have never seen anything like. I once swam over to the land to take a break from here and was met by her mom,  the alpha female, and her uncle, the alpha. Her uncle never did trust me and if it was up to him he would have ran me out but his sister had a kind heart and convinced her brother to let me stay. While I was there, Anima and I had a lot of one sided conversations, of me telling her about my past and things I knew would make her stomach Knott. Then there was the hunt I took her on that little did she know, was no ordinary hunt. It was when I showed her the proper way to treat prey,  how to get those glorious painful screams, and how to make them really suffer. I imagine she still remembers it like it was yesterday. She had two brothers Kiba and Tsume, Kiba was next in line to be alpha male along side Anima and was cocky like his uncle, though no one was more like Cato than Anima, she was practicaly his daughter. Tsume however held a promising future, he was rebellious and indeed had a dark side to him. He wanted to be alpha but was forced to live in his brother's shadow. If something happened to Tala, it honestly wouldn't surprise me if it was Tsume who ended it. Anima's other sister Luna however was completely different than the rest of her family. She was quiet, reserved, shy, submissive. She was nothing more than an omega wrongly placed into a subordinate rank. When I was around her, the cravings to make her my toy were more than over powering, I could so easily over power her, make her squirm beneath me and do every last thing that I asked her to. But Cato, having sensed this, never gave me the chance. It doesn't surprise me at all that she told you my name was Luna. But I promise you, I am a million times better than any Luna will ever be." She finally took a deep breath and waited for everything to sink in.  She was sure she just told him more than Anima ever had about her past and the thought of him getting mad at the white wolf over it made butterflies in her stomach. She would make life hell for her and would enjoy every minute of it.

With the oncoming of winter and mating season, Xion's hormones were steadily climbing higher and higher. Never before had she had a wolf who she would let do anything so she never payed much attention to how she felt, she just took out her frustrations on others. But this year, she knew she could very well pay attention to the way her body longed to be dominated and that was why she was trying so hard to get Zitao to do something. She had never wanted something like this before and the fact he was not budging only made her want it more. He was a tease without even realizing it. But if he could be one without meaning to, Xion could not wait to see what he was like when he did mean to be one.

The black female wasn't sure how to feel when he started speaking again. On one hand, she was frustrated that she had failed to really get to him the way she had wanted to but on the other hand, his words sent chills down her spine from where she sat. The thought of the blissful torture she would be in as he worked at breaking down each and every wall that stood in his way excited her beyond belief but she was continued to speak in a challenging tone, not yet willing to back down. "That would work if you were strong enough to break them but a wolf like you could spend a lifetime hammering away at a single wall and be no closer to even denting it then you were when you started." She growled as she spoke but she hoped her words were far from the actual truth. She tensed, her breath catching as her heart raced when he copied her movements and made the space between them even smaller. She wasn't sure if it was the words he spoke or the way he spoke them or maybe even a mixture of both that sent her hormones soaring. She took a shaky deep breath before she spoke and even as she did, her words were tense, a deadly calm as she fought to stay calm, it would be so easy to reach out and bite his neck, make him do something but she would not challenge her future master before he even made her his, she would behave for now. "If I did not want you to pull me apart and make me beg then I would not be continuing on with this conversation." She wanted to say more but her mind wouldn't let her as she waited for his next move.