Breaking The Ice Is <Suicide> (Open)

[Snowey]

Thin white and green frame slunk stealthily around marking every so often her own yearlings un-aware of her escapade, even the one that happened a year ago. Their father had been the alpha male of Neon she had of course known but the pack was no more the alphas fleeting. The remains scattered she had never told them and their father stopped coming when they were still young but the allure of the breeding season was too much for the femmie, the young ones were the costs of her fantasy. She peered catiously around this was something she wanted to enjoy to bring the joy into her life.

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[fracture]

~Fracture

Fracture wasn’t even sure as to why he was here. It seemed pointless, he had no need for the many females that happened here, nor did he care for any of the males. It was probably a good thing the area he was lurking around in was fairly empty, only a few pairings of wolves hidden in the shadows. His kissers rose in boredom, but also lust. You couldn’t stay in a place like this for long without gaining your own itch, and at the moment Fracture was growing lustier.

His ivory maw lifted to the air is it slowly opened, the joints popping sickeningly. His long chartreuse tong toppled from his jowls, lapping the air aggressively. It was around a foot in length and barbed with small spikes. It was an instrument of death that could easily be hidden. As he was scenting a delectable smell met his maw. A free femme; and she was seemingly heading in his direction.

With little thought he created an illusion around himself; making himself appear an intimidating, and lusty, black brujo with red panda eyes and paws. He shook out his new bodies pelt and smiled, blackened fangs glinting frighteningly. He allowed his muzzle to open, keeping his tongue within its depths, as he followed the scent to the female. She was pretty, more so than Fracture liked to admit. He watched her movements intently before strutting into her view, his illusion strong so she hopefully wouldn’t be able to see through it; there was always the rare case when one could. “Well aren’t you a beauty?” he purred, voice alluring.

[Snowey]

Smirk curled across her features showing alittle teeth, Why thank you, I do well to keep myself in shape. she replied curling her lithe frame I as I can say for you handsome. Work out much? she replied her orbs peering him over as she curved around him teasingly. She purred in extreme approval of the strange male for now, Suicide stopped curling her plume to her side to slash him then pranced away. The only thing she liked about life was the mating season, any othertime she could careless. The ivory and verde colored femmie watched him for reaction, he didn't know what he got himself into.

What he didn't know would hurt him...

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occ:Sorry I've been seasonal hunting.

[fracture]

~Fracture

The ebony and crimson hellion grinned crookedly, allowing his smoke-stained fangs to gleam. This is little femora had some bite, something Fracture knew to appreciate. While her tail was near his jowls he opened them, attempting to nip her. His own thick plume was lazily waving behind him, high in the air to show his dominance.

Briefly Fracture contemplated showing his true form; dropping this illusion, but quickly decided against it. His true form was a living nightmare to most and he didn't wish t scare away his newly found prey; though a chase would really get his blood pumping. His flashing scarlet orbs narrowed as he stood over the femmie, staring at her with a menacing lust.

"So what is a delectable little harlot like you doing out here without a mate? There are plenty of males around who would love to take advantage of a little dove like you" he purred, a menacing note in his voice. He was more dangerous than he seemed, his illusion hiding the true garish form beneath.

[Snowey]

She giggled and then replied in a female tone Mates? Who needs em? A dove? she laughed A harlot is more my thing. Who needs mates? I mean, I have males ready to cater to my intricate needs. she purred Im a special kind of femmie she replied

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Ivory and verde painted female circled closely to him and his sides bumping against him, she couldn't help that she was a flirt. Don't you have bunch of femmies at home to breed to? Its hard to believe your single. she inquired.

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[fracture]

Fracture grinned devilishly; looking threateningly handsome. "I prefer not to get attached, to messy when you decide to leave" he replied; a warning in his voice. He didn't think this harlot was into steady lovers, but if she was, he was telling her now that she wouldn't find that with him.

A growl vibrated from deep within his chest, but it wasn't menacing, it was more of a large cats contented purr. He lowered his large crown and felt his auds flop into his face, briefly covering his eyes. With quick decisive movements he nipped for her heels, continuing his lusty rumble.

He lifted his head and shook out his coat, purple furs falling away from him. It would be funny to see how the femora reacted, what with his illusion giving him ebony fur but violet fur falling around him in a delicate cloud. To complete his silent mocking he smiled teasingly. what would the pretty fae think of this?

[Snowey]

She shrugged un-interested, powers; they weren't interesting almost everyone had them it was not news to her and she herself had them she just never needed them. The males weren't threatening to her at all but the mated faes on the other hand were definately a threat especially one who's mater mated with her. It was also plenty amusing to piss off another female, and to get males in trouble but also to rub it in the other females face that she was better for the others so called mates.

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She giggled Suicide could careless she was calm and agile clearly by her relaxed composure, she was not easily alarmed although there were as many rumors about bitches or whores like herself as there were of forceful males. That didn't alarm her it was something that drew her out, she had a certain taste for males and their dangers. She felt his breath upon her ivory pillars it sent chills up her spine but another thought crossed her mind that a female had yet to force a male by power, it was almost a disappointment to her. Pools peered at him she wondered how long it would take to break him in completely tire him out with her own heartful drive. She would maltreat his service so long as it was provided, she chuckled darkly Not surprising, it's a hassel when they beg she replied in femmine cocky confident tones. Her auds flicked and rotated to the spring sounds and well less delicate sounds to the area, plume flicked lazily then she asked Did you hear rumors? she inquired with a smirk movement of her pillars were slow but yet un-flawed like a locomotive as she approached closer to check him better. She could care more about whelps but fact was she didn't and her own whelps suffered and would suffer once more.

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Love? What a disgusting word... yet the un-loveable flourish off of it, the damned make it theirs and yet the gifted waste it. The Wanted throw it the wind, the un-loveable accept it, the damned take what they want, the gifted have it and simply are content. While we the hungry take, give, accept, and make this so called love. Pitiful word.

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