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He prowled the forest, nothing unusual for the ebony beast. He stuck to the shadows, pulling to shadows around him, clocking him entirely. He moved like a ghost, quiet for his size. His face was blank, silver eyes observant, a predator patrolling his domain. It had been quiet, too quiet. No one had entered his domain, no one besides himself had moved within the forest. Only one presence was missed. His witch. They had completed her task, he had met the goddess, but after... nothing, she vanished without a trace.
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Twin tails curled at his hocks, his hulking size curling around trees. Restlessness coiled in his chest, like a snake ready to strike. He had been complacent for far too long, it was building up inside of him and would snap at the smallest of things. Jaws unhinged, tongue lolling out. The fires had not reach the north yet, staying along the coast. But the smell of smoke still clung to the air and to his coat. Muscles still strained from his brief encounter at the fire.
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Nostrils quivered, tasting the air of his forest. He was getting impatient, bored. Lips curled with agitation. Toes flexed with each step, muscles flexing beneath his pelt. He needed to get out, do something, anything. Ears twitched, head lifting with renewed interested. Like a gift from the gods a game was presented. A cougar. He sought her out, following the trail until he found her, hunched over a carcass. Lips curled into a sneer, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he approached. Immediately she warned him off, defending her midnight snack with a vicious temper. But she had what he wanted.
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Defenses slid into place as he closed the distance between him, watching as her muscles bunched as she lunged for him. Ebony jaws unhinged with a snarl, jaws snapping wildly. Magic flowed through his veins, coating his fangs that sank into flesh. She struck back with brutal force, claws raking his sides as jaws snapped for his throat. She was strong, blissfully so. Fangs sank into his throat while his raked her face. Screams of pain deafened him, but nothing would squelch the taste of victory. With his neck free, gaping jaws snapped shut on vitals, blood overflowing from his jaws as claws feebly cut into his hide until there was no movement. Sides heaved as he stared down at his kill, his victory.

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@Erzsébet
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            </center>  <div style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #0c1338; text-align: justify;"> <font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">W</font>here has she been? It didn't really matter... The gods had given her the guidance she needed and she had taken it and run with it. She had no real ties as of yet, no land she had actually laid claim to... Though some part of her pondered how Odysseus and Newt had fared without her. She had not seen them in a few weeks, hadn't seen Newt in even longer. Had the women grown wise to the deceptions and left? Ezzy never pondered such things for long. It was a blow to their group that much was certain but nothing that couldn't be mended with the taking on of another member. Ezzy never really worried about much, something in her brain always seemed to skip right over the feelings and go straight to breaking down problems in the most logical way.

The sounds of battle would erupt and she would slowly turn her head towards the sounds, ears pricking as she looked towards the sound. It sounded like a puma... What was this? Slowly she would begin drifting towards the sounds though they would dissipate before she would arrive. The scent of blood was strong and she would slow as she drew near. Odysseus. A puma... She had been correct. For a time she would stand nearby, having arrived in silence and standing in the same manner. She would make no sound to alert him to her presence and instead she would simply stand and allow him to realize she was there.

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Sides heaved while blood trickled and matted his pelt. He stared down at the fallen cat, eyes uncaring, unfeeling. He would turn away from the carcass, eyes drifting over a familiar shadow. Lips didn't twitch up in a smirk, nor did his gaze change. He said nothing as he approached, leathery nostrils flaring with her perfume. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"You're back."</b></font> He peered down at her, chin tucking faintly. His restlessness had been sated for the time being. But he knew it was only a matter of time before he was on edge again. Could she be trusted not to vanish on a whim and leaving him waiting for her return?
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Faint irritation flickered in his gaze, triangular ears tipped forward. The smell of his blood was overwhelming and as the adrenaline faded from his system, he began to feel the familiar sting of open wounds. His weight shifted with mild discomfort, but it could be pushed aside for the moment. He needed to know if her plans had changed, if he needed to branch out on his own or if things were same as before.

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@Erzsébet
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            </center>  <div style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #0c1338; text-align: justify;"> <font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">R</font>age, exhaustion, curiosity, maybe some hatred... Strong emotions swirled and danced in his aura and she would watch as he slowly turned back to face her and she would simply stand as though a bystander in all this rather then the puppet master she truly was. Black eyes would blink needlessly as she seemed to regard him and he would take a moment. Eventually words would slip from his lips and her brow would quirk in curiosity. Back... She wasn't aware that she had been away. <span style="font-style: italic; color: #000;">'I have never been far...'</span> She would offer as she would begin to step forward slowly, moving towards him with a lazy ease. Moving towards him she would reach forward with her nose to touch him gently and allow hearing magic to flow through that contact, knitting wounds together to stop the bleeding though she would leave the wounds there. He was angry and she wasn't willing to waste energy on him if there was going to be a fight ahead.


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Hate was a fickle thing. Hate could not exist without love. Yet he was not a creature built to <i>feel</i>, in fact, he was taught the exact opposite. He peered down at her, watching the bland aura that danced around her. Her soft voice echoed in his head, her claim that she had never been far. A brow arched with speculation. Irritation lashed against his sides. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I haven't seen you."</b></font> He commented dryly. He watched with sharp gaze as she moved in, her cool nose pressing against his flesh. He felt the familiar string of magic as his spread across his skin, knitting wounds back together just enough so the bleeding stopped. But she seemed unwilling to completely heal the injuries, not that he cared, though perhaps she expected more?
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Neck arched as he sought to drag fangs across her scruff, tugging at length tendrils. Nostrils flared, inhaling her familiar perfume. It was soothing, oddly enough, to have her back in his presence. He felt some of the tension slip from his shoulders, but he couldn't stop the anger that bubbled in his veins. Too much time of doing nothing had made him restless, had put him on edge. He had begun to regret depending on her, allowing himself to depend on her. Was she unreliable? Could he trust her to build this empire and give him a purpose?

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@Erzsébet
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            </center>  <div style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #0c1338; text-align: justify;"> <font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">S</font>he would allow her aura reading to fade away, taking solace in the familiar pings that her sonar would bring back to her as she allowed lower jaw to drop and for her first power to take hold. It was comforting almost, something familiar. Somehow it reminded her of home. He would allow her touch, making no sound as she knit wounds together though he would voice his displeasure in having not seen her as of late. <span style="font-style: italic; color: #000;">'I spent some time finding a suitable sacrifice for each of the gods. Some more time seeking companions both old and new.'</span></font> She would offer off handedly. No protest would be given as he reached forward to drag fangs through silken locks. Massive tail would coil around his other side lazily as she turned blind gaze towards him. <span style="font-style: italic; color: #000;">'Newt is gone.'</span></font> It was a statement. Would he have any insight on this or was he as oblivious to it all as she was.


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She did not protest his touch as her voice once again filled his mind. Sacrifices to the gods and finding companions. He said nothing, only studied her face. Her massive tail would curl lazily around him, tickling his sides with light touches. Her next words were like music to his hears. Finally some good news. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Its about time."</b></font> He drawled, not caring if his words offended her or not. She should know by now that he did not care for the beast of a woman.
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<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Now what do you have planned?"</b></font> He inquired, stepping closer, seeking to press himself against her, tongue aiming to lash gently across the back of her ear. He was ready to go, to something, anything. If his latest murder wasn't a clue, he needed a job and soon. His weight shifted back and forth for a moment, toes kneading the ground.

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@Erzsébet
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            </center>  <div style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #0c1338; text-align: justify;"> <font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">E</font>yes would half close as he touched her, something about his touch left prickles running through her flesh though not in an entirely unpleasant manner. Tongue would dart out and flick across her lips lazily as he voiced his pleasure about Newt's disappearance. <span style="font-style: italic; color: #000;">'She was a powerful ally. She will be hard to replace...'</span> She would say though there was no emotion in her words, no loss or misery. She had never really cared for the woman, had used her just as she used everyone else. Only Odysseus seemed to truly understand the nature of their relationship and what it meant for them. They had deals and bargains, as long as they each kept up their respective ends then all was at peace in their own private little world. He would ask of her plans and press close to her as his hot breath cascaded along her ear, her neck. Tongue would flick across ear and ears would pull back as devious smile trickled into place along inky lips. <span style="font-style: italic; color: #000;">'I think it's about time we made ourselves known...'</span> She would offer, the metal band around her upper neck and the ones around her tail slowly rippling as some of their mass peeled away and darted up his leg, looking to clasp around his lower throat. <span style="font-style: italic; color: #000;">'Will you be my escort? This will keep anyone from ripping your pretty little throat out...'</span> She would purr, pressing her own shoulder into him and reaching forward, teeth nibbling at his throat just above where the band lay.


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A rumble of disagreement vibrated in his throat at her words. He didn't quite agree, but if she sought to replace the massive woman, then that was her business. So long as the replacement didn't get in his way. He caught sight of her devious smile from the corner of her eyes and her next words had his lips curling up in a sneer. Well its about time. There was a tickle up his legs. He had just enough time see the metal before it clasp about his lower throat. His skull were jerk back in momentarily discomfort, lips crinkling with distaste. Her question had ears tipping forward. Escort. She would lean into his, tiny jaws nibble just above the metal band.
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His skull would tip back only fractionally under her touch, though the foreign feeling of having something around his next was disconcerting, even if it would keep someone from ripping out his throat. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Yes."</b></font> He rumbled. He would give his a shake, settling the band more comfortably into place, still unsure of its existence. The metal had his gaze drifting to the band that adorned her own throat, sitting higher than his. Dark jaws unhinged, seeking to grasp the band, giving it a slight tug, testing it.

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She knew he didn't like Newt, she knew Newt didn't like him but honestly as long as they were both loyal to her and didn't try and kill each other every waking moment she felt like some animosity spiced life up. How could one have fun without a bit of hatred and spite after all? Would would allow his aura to slip over him as she watched the colours swirl around him. Pleasure. That was good, at least he wasn't completely enraged at her abandonment of him and this place. She had come back when she was needed, that's all that mattered. She had cast the useless scum aside and hopefully eased Ody's worries about her being a capable fighter. Next time she wouldn't be so kind and would just poison him in the spot. He would voice his agreement to her request to be her escort, shifting his head about to settle the metal band easier and as if in response it would liquify slightly and loosen, allowing him to shift it however he pleased. Tentatively he would reach forward with his own jaws and nibble at her own band that enclosed her throat though where as his sat around the base of his neck hers were high up below her chin. <i>'We will make the world know our names...'</i> She would wiser into his mind, head tipping back as if to whisper the words into his ear though only hot breath would escape and cascade over his ear. It was winter and she had not forgotten their deal. Though motherhood was the last thing on her mind with a new pack she was not one to go back on her deal.

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