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Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by reverse, Jan 10, 2019.

  1. reverse

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    He knew the old ground, because he was made of it. The contents of his physical body were built of parts that preceded the sprouting of trees. What does a wolf hunt when there are no deer? But there had always been prey. His smaller, simpler kin liked to grip caramel fur with their teeth and draw strawberry run-off for their sustenance. He didn't mind a doe, or her black eyes when her throat was interrupted wide. But there is too much true purpose in eating venison. The symmetry of nature is boring to the old.

    The wolf god made toys out of the naked animals instead. They were a mixed thing. Their hearts and their paranoia was reminiscent of deer sensibilities, but erratic, and poorly shackled. Such instincts didn't rhyme well with their supposed intelligence, their ability to take something complete and complicate it toward their own purposes. But they had part of his nature, too. How many women had been cooked on fire, their skin and hair and fats perfuming his forest, for simply having the semblance of nature's favor. He didn't mind when they used the trees for that, because it was an honest activity, close to savaging but not as practical. Sacrifices to their doe nature with wolf means. Between the young trees of their habitat, he'd stand and let the embers stick to his fur, making him a night sky with stars who's light shone about their sins.

    The ruling elders and the boys they used to be found his strain in them, and understood that the monster in the ancient marshes and lush, mossy trees need to be appeased. They knew what would appease anyone. Sacrifice. He didn't think he was owed anything, just like he was not going to sign any debt to them, but if they fed and entertained him, admittedly, they were less likely to suffer his disliking. They were thoroughly superstitious anyway, and were well trained in the art of ritual. They called him Roarer and Howler, but affectionately they named him Roa.

    He had endless tasks in the forest. Not all of his time could be leisurely watching the nude apes dissolve in their own hubris and fight against their instincts. He had to eat nests of mice and try the durability of antlers. He had to talk to the other gods so there was a balance. He was always looking for places that might seat his rage, but this kind of world, brimming with harmony but for the industry of man, didn't invite for old conflict and dear combatants. Every now and then there was something that was acute, but those errands were quickly dealt with. He wondered if he should start letting problems grow.

    And so he wandered on, a staple of the woods themselves, head full of teeth and body chalk filled with strength. He was angry, inflicted with it, but because he was strong he held it back well. Perhaps that was the horror that astute minds felt in the forest, and why so many were afraid in the night. The moods of a monster is a monster all on its own. Roa among the thick trunks, coiling like the centuries and earth scent around the floor of the green world. He'd been looking lately, at someone who was being gently savaged, so far not incendiary. She was something else, born without fangs or winter fur, but she had stripes of ancient craft on her soul. It all lead to the rejection of her, and her being inched closer to the depths were man had no rights. Roa waited. It was a slow served meal, but he was intrigued about the possible flavors. Patience was a weapon of the forest god.
     
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    As the allotted time drew near, the steady beams of the moon became more favorable. Cooling breezes and darkening clouds in sight came to block the high August light. That bore into the porcelain skin of the waiting youth illuminating her whilst she stood impatiently. Today marked the day that her beloved father returned from being abroad as a merchant. Yet things weren’t playing out as perfect as Rosie hoped. Quickly finding herself lost in the forest of towering pines.

    The woodland seemed ominously quiet. It's green forestry surrounding the castle and nearby villages that often added an eerie gloom to the area. The dappled shade of the pines seemed so inviting. But, the idea of being the first person her dear ‘Papa’ laid eyes upon arrival was too much of a temptation. So she remained still like a deer caught in a bright beams of light as she skittishly scanned her surroundings for something familiar.

    Rosie seemed to be the only sign of life, besides the constant crackling of a nearby stream. Which played the main symphony to her waiting. Her anxiety only increasing by mere seconds but perhaps after one year and three months of waiting, one would assume so.

    She wore a greenish-blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and loose. A semicircular, high collar made of silk-like materials headed the ankle-length robe. The creamy sheets of the thread peppered her body with soft, sensual kisses. Like a lover, it seduced the senses and conveyed with utmost skill the art of pleasing. It's color completely contrasted her features but at the same time accentuated them as well. The maiden was a uniquely beautiful woman, built on the generous lines of a Renaissance goddess from the Greeks; She had blue eyes, and a fair, highly-colored complexion; she wore green, which went well with her flaming red hair, and a small deal of gold jewelry that asurred she was apart of the poverty class. But none the less the sweet girl was quiet popular with her scarlet locks. Hence her birth name 'Rosalynea' made by her father's choice that soon transmitted to Rosie due to the village’s preferences.

    Yet, oddly enough the small girl had never been a social butterfly. The socially awkward teen struggled with insecurity and anxiety. Leaving her utterly helpless in most situations. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. The pain she suffered was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her cobalt eyes showed her caring soul. They were a deep pool of restless blue, an ocean of hopeless anxiety. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them, one could see that God tested her faith in numerous encounters.

    Undoubtedly, Rosie has been courted hundreds of time for the simplicity of lust and desires her curvaceous figure held. To say the least, she came close to accepting a few of them till her innocence ruined such occurrences. Yet that didn't play a part in the current moment as an avalanche of swarthy scarlet locks tumbled after her striding figure in a tousled mess. “H-hello? Is anyone there? In afraid I’m lost!” She croaked out timidly. The loose curls framed her freckled elfin features. The signature mane capturing the light in vibrant ruby hues. That flowed in gentle, warm curls of lava to her mid-back.
     
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    The forest was already a hotbed of his own nerves. It is like a dog's nose, those things, so he had many different events gossiped to him at once. With his senses, in a calm state, Roa of the forest didn't miss single motions of long since dead leafs. He knew her scent, she'd been passing by the treeline before. Pup of the human pack, who made their home close to his trees. There was some eager in her, by the tide of her blood and the contracting muscle that moved it. Where to at this hour, when superstitious things were afraid of white lined shadows.

    He stayed outside of her notice first, on the other side of the musical stream. The light in his skull was diminished so it wouldn't pour out his eyes. If he wanted her could be her beacon. Between the trees he could puzzle her together perfectly. The moon was more than enough to let him see - as though he'd never hunted in eclipses before, when the younger animals were filled up with dread. She wore a subtle color of coat, like the hares when they were deciding between their winter and summer fur, but her tresses were decidedly sunset, when the sun was burning. There were creatures that when opened up with a single fang did not bleed as red as her hair. Bright in his dark woods.

    She was failing to find her way around in here. Lost her way, like some creature born too early to be alone, and left lonely all the same. Those were popular morsels for almost anything that lived off hunting. Right now the girl wasn't sport, she was just nourishment for whatever strong-jawed hunger came her way. Yet, the woods were still around her. Roa didn't mean for them to be frightened, but he hadn't hidden himself either. Any of the gods commanded a certain kind of calm. She needn't worry about the other wolves of this land when he was near, not unless he sent them.

    There was a small cult that remembered him. Its daughters were taught to lay on a rock further up the little way of water here, nude and with their backs cut. Their parchments said his tongue on their wounds would give them something. He indulged them to see where it would lead. Those girls had the kind of fire in their eyes that this lost thing had in her hair. Humans and their madness was puzzling to Roa, but it couldn't hurt him the way their iron could. He licked his lips when he pawed through the stream finally. He was sure the wayward woman wouldn't notice interruptions in its flow.

    Her scent became stronger when he treadled the opposite bank, closer to her. It was filled with her building fear. The path she walked on, if she should be true to it, would lead her deeply into his territory, even if there were a few turns that could save her. Roa felt his sense of games awaken when she was so distressed, and made sure to be close to the girl, who turned in the darkness, and shone her blue eyes at everything that might be salvation. His muscles shifted under his own cover, midnight's nuance. To announce himself he circled her, and let her hear the upset of the forest floor. If she was wise to the decorum of the animals, she would know he didn't mean to kill her directly, now that he was giving himself away. He'd learned that humans found sounds like these more distressing though, especially this close.

    "Yes you are. Completely." Lost. He would proceed to push her back if he could, herding her toward where a hole in the foliage would provide a streak of moon for him to shower in. He would appear as he was, a muscular torso on long legs, head placed higher than hers. His hind legs would still be a mystery, but she would be right to assume they were the caricature of a healthy wolf, too, but gargantuan. "Why are you out here, in my house?" he used words she could probably understand, a simple trick of breathing and shaping his tongue without opening his muzzle much. There are hyena than call people's names in the Savannah night. Still, his voice same out low, dark, wet.

    Roa made no sign of wanting to attack her, but he admitted to himself that she might be gorgeous on the earth beneath a tree, rib cage open and heart pulled away. For now, she was curious to him, and he wanted to affect her in some other manner than mayhem. He couldn't control the glow of his eyes anymore, and they counteracted that of the moon on him, becoming stark. "Come closer. Maybe I'll lead you right." he bartered.
     
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    She looked like a deer caught in the headlights at the sound of another's voice. Her big cobalt eyes widened, her pupils dilating in an attempt to adjust to the darkened atmosphere presumably to make out whatever hid in the blanket of night. Yet, instead of following her natural instincts to flee, she remained still. Listening to the ominous voice that answered her distressed pleas in a manner that sent a slither of fear crawling up her spine.

    By the tone and depth of the indeterminate speaker, Rosie assumed he was male. His rough and intimidating vocals caused the young girl to obey his inquiries with some hesitance. As she swore she could feel his presence drawing ever so stealthily closer, but by no means could she prove it.

    "M-my apologies, sir. I-I've gotten lost looking for my P-papa. I d-didn't mean to c-come into your forest." she stammered softly. Just by their projections, one could tell the pair were opposites. His choices in vocabulary and use of tone defined him already as wise and somewhat sadistic. While just the pure sight of Rosie one could pity her as naive little thing.

    It wasn't until a soft glow illuminated from behind her did the girl pivot around. Though she couldn't make out what was before her, she could see its brightly color eyes. They were a mesmerizing deep amber, savage but lively, sly and erudite intelligence. Flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout the irises. His gaze caused the youth to grow both flustered and intimidated. She was confused by her emotions but didn't question them. As her creamy thighs clenched together beneath her skirt and her freckled cheeks were kissed pink with a blush. Yet the reaction made no motion to ride the evident fear upon her features.

    Undoubtedly the youth was the prey in the situation. Her voluptuous figure almost begging to be dined upon as her sweet scent allured most attention to her. As the corners of her plump lips pulled down into a timid frown, as her gaze remained bearing into gold orbs of the stranger. Her naive mind debating whether to trust the stranger before her. To which she eventually gave in.

    With obvious hesitance, the girl ventured forth. Her vulnerability so obvious, as it became apparent this stranger could easily kill her in mere seconds. But for now, she was valuable in terms of entertainment, as he bartered her with the chance he might spare her and lead her home. Which at this point Rosie was quiet desperate for...

    Making skittish steps forth, the scarlet-haired beauty was eventually in front of the glowing amber eyes. By now she could tell she was speaking to no human, but instead something her village's folk would consider a god to which Rosalynea innocently inquired. As she remained obsequious to the creature.

    "Thank you, g-good sir, b-but what is your n-name?"
     
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    There was familiar things in her face when she saw him. At first she hadn't fretted too much either. A man, which by some stretch he could have been, even a benevolent one, would still be reason for any small woman to fret given the desolate situation, nomatter how much she'd called for help. There was a start in her, he'd seen that too, but she held on to hope. She must be particularly clean from ill will if she couldn't suspect it in some sudden midnight company.

    His head had tilted when she laid out her explanation. It was plausible enough. And she was polite. The voice was pleasant too - not the low ramblings or hall-mass-voice of the cult. Her twist made her clothes fan out, it was pretty in the dark, but her realization was extraordinary. She found his eyes first, as they usually did, but she was not at once taut with the impulse to run away. Despite being innocent to the world, and whatever lack of foresight that comes with that, she saw him fully - not just some ancient bane come with teeth to make minced remains of her. The way she shifted, the scent that suddenly came out of her, it was something new in combination with her primal fright. Like a spring of youth, and it curiosities. He liked experiencing her like this, and it drew something up in him, too, along with the whim to take a little limb or two, and crush them with his teeth.

    After the whirlwind of the wordless part of their introduction, she kept her manners, and presented herself more as a fitting morsel - what kind of consumption, he hadn't decided - and beckoned further for his approval. While she was perfectly scrumptious, her behavior gave no need for retaliation. She'd not posed a threat in any way, and she had not insulted him with more then the courtesy of her fear for his stature. Her voice came again, as though she'd realized he enjoyed it. He knew something of decorum. People met in the woods, still.

    "Why should I tell you? Do you say your name to trespassers?" the voice was stern. It was becoming entertaining to interact with her. He'd done the same to overgrown bucks, so vain with their antlers - broken a leg and watched them struggle, pawed their side to open them up. It was how the wolf pups learned to hunt, by jesting with the prey. "If you let me know you first, maybe I'll give you something to call me." he didn't usually engage so much, but this minuscule life was holding his attention and watering his teeth.

    The monster shifted, strong in every hair on his coat, that took on the moon in its highlights. Other than that, there was a blue quality to the deep color. His usual stately gray wouldn't hide him as well as the nights hue. It was a small trick of will, and an affect of his mood. With her eyes adjusted to the addition of illumination, though slight, Roa moved forward, closer to her. She'd see his proud design, his endless legs. Perhaps her manners would keep her still. His muzzle, gargantuan to her, pushed at her until the nose touched her throat and upper chest. The huff of air that came against her was warm, humid, but a little frustrated.

    Even naive, lost girls should know animals learn through scent, and that he was looking for hers. He meant for her to part her clothing, and let him touch her real self underneath. The cult girls weren't shy with their skin, but he didn't expect the same kind of access to this one, but at least she could open up the collar. He liked the way her scent betrayed her and her kind.
     
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    As the minutes continued to tick past, the fear that radiated from the youth began to deteriorate. Gradually her frame becoming quiet calm beneath the golden gaze of the creature cloaked in night. But she was still naturally a timid thing, in which just the slight adjustment of the being's tone had somewhat of a scolding affect upon the dainty girl. Whimpering softly, she was quick to spew another apology to the stranger.
    "My regrets, sire. I-I'm Rosalynea, but most c-call me Rosie." Her name was fitting: just like the flower it derived from, Rosie was a uniquely beautiful with long scarlet curls freckled cheeks and large cobalt eyes that were accentuated by thick lashes, delicate brows, and plump lips as that of a rosebud. Yet her scent as well matched the entitlement. She smelled fresh like an open meadow but sweet like honeycomb, an uncommon thing among humans who weren't the superior race, to say the least.

    With her answer, the beast seemed to be appealed. Drawing closer from the foliage of the towering pines into the crevice of moonlight that seeped between the trees illuminating her still figure. Her pale complexion seemingly shimmered in the stroke of light, as she waited anxiously for the creature to reveal itself, and when it did, she came to acknowledge just what she was dealing with. Though a foundation of a wolf it was much larger with an intimidating and powerful aurora dripping from it. Right off the bat, Rosie's eyes drank in the creature, indulging in the rather amazing sight of it as it circled her like prey. It's robust muscles moving beneath it's sleek but soft coat that reminded her of a stormy night.

    However, her admiring was cut short when he cocked his head forth. Pressing its muzzle into her figure, Rosie released a startled gasp but knew better than to move away. She remained still as he ran the went tip of his nose along her sides before making its way up past her breasts to her throat. Such a position was considered threateningly vulnerable, but the youth remained still and even released a small giggle at the cool feeling of his nose against the sensitive skin of her neck. Such a noise was rare in this time of the world, where humans were oppressed by gods such as the one scenting her currently. But this occurrence of her meeting a god, was not a first. But never had she met one so large and powerful before.

    So when he released a small huff of frustration towards her clothed chest, Rosie was quick to comply with the silent demand. Quipping a small sorry, her dainty hands rose to hastily unbutton the first few latched of her top, but it became quite apparent that it wasn't enough for the beast with the simplicity of the look in his eyes. Causing the girl to continue, until she revealed her wonderfully sculpted breasts. The white bra she wore was a half-cut, meaning her ample globes were almost fully on display beside her delicate rosette nipples. The skin was practically spilling out of the small restraint and support the cloth was supposed to provide. It had lace embroiderings. Ensuring a tone of beauty as well as mischievousness. The pieces were a bit small on her, but ensure her curved figure was at the center of attention. To make the whole thing even better, her scarlet locks contrasted the garments. And her pale complexion was made to look like a meal waiting to be engulfed.

    Upon her lack of modesty, the young adult grew flustered. Her cheeks grew flushed, as her gazed lowered bashfully, with a timid swallow. She was never so immodest in the presence of another. But she wasn't dealing with a man. Meaning no matter her desires, she could not refuse a God.

    "I-is this e-enough sire?"
     
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    There was a shift in her blood. All the tints of wanting to flee were the first to go, dissipating among her muscles and the porcelain surface. She fretted from his chastising, but there wasn't any primal fear. Rosalynea, Rosie, had not been taught how to survive by this father that she was waiting for, looking for. Roa thought it was unfortunate, but it also painted her as quite special. She was of age in the human world, her bones were grown enough, but she relied on others to live. Delicate, plush thing, with the way her body bent and swelled. Her family kept her almost as livestock, letting her have all the attributes others would hunt, but without giving her the means or the know-how to prevail if someone would come to claim what had been teased. He was affected by her colors, her contrast to the night, and even herself with the fire tumbling off her scalp and around her. How come the cult had never served him something like this?

    To his eyesight, she was something unnatural. In nature, out here, Rosalynea would have been a poisonous flower. Animals didn't make a habit out of eating roses anyway, but something as starkly colored as this lost pretty thing would surely stand out because it couldn't be eaten easily. But Rosie wasn't some kind of butterfly with toxic dust on its wings, or set in the ground with thread rootwork, making cyanide out of the nutrients in the earth. He could very well sense what she was built off, this almost human pup, and it would give him no stomachache to eat her. Demure little morsel all wrapped up in her walking clothes. The world had been kind to her, giving her an abundance of nectar, ripening as she'd come of age, pushing off her body like she was meant to be a fountain and not a woman, and then the world had been vengeful for her beauty, and given her nothing to protect herself with, not even wits. Even roses had their petals to close.

    His nose was right at home against her, and she didn't push. Even the fawns tried to touch him with their own muzzles, or the reflex to dig their heads against his, long before they'd sprouted those glorious horns. Rosie of the humans accepted him like he was part of the wind. Her little laughter was very engaging, it made him greedy for her flesh. The wolf looked at her, burnt her with his eyes, when she agreed to do his bidding. The intricate machinations of her clothes parted and she peeled off the cloth. His ears reacted when his expression did not. Whatever parts he had in common with man were drawn to the promise in the valley of the fabric. Perhaps she sensed his discontentment, because she kept on until her mounds were bare for him and the night he owned. The moon stayed on her skin like it had spilled there, and left her breasts shadowless. The chock of color of her buds and the flattering pink stains around them mesmerized him like a pulsing crimson wound of a white calve. The carrying device, pressing from underneath wasn't much to the wolf's liking, but he appreciated some human had taken the effort to enhance her like this. Ornament her for some other taking.

    Her petition to have pleased him, her eager, cut-up question, prompted him at her again. The nose pushed at a breast to know its softness. It was a paradoxical delight, when it offered some rude shove back, while at the same time having a much lighter texture than her as a whole. Roa liked the females of human kind, and Raslynea was proving to be a specimen apart. A small whistle from his nostrils when he suckled her scent from her. There was a bit of her soul in those breaths. Innocent, newly grown, untainted but with a very inviting aftermath. She would not be this lovely again. Soon the world that man made would impose its toil on her, no matter her position in the hierarchy, and she would be ruined, somehow. "Enough to eat, maybe." he answered honestly. "This device is atrocious." he said about the bra at last and parted his jaws. It might look like an aggressive move, it was in a way, when his teeth mashed against her sternum. A paw, the length of her and more, reached around to keep her where she was.

    It was not to kill her. He could have done that with a knock of his head to her body. Instead the front of a fang pushed between her breasts, which meant one of the mounds were between his rows off teeth, so that fang could get behind the middle patch of her bra. Once hooked, he pulled back, the sharpness of the enamel spear cutting the garment in half, which would spill her flesh without the help or hinderedence of that awful thing. "But if you're asking me for favors, Rosie." he said with his wolf voice in man words as his paw slid off her. "you should bare your shoulders and throat too." He had learned godly behaviors, and wore the sometimes for the pious. Roa was seeping his existence into her. It is utterly corrupting to see any god, and he was one of death and freedom, which might confuse and derail a strong priest, let alone a naive such as her. "Then you may call me Roa."
     
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    She swallowed a whimper that threatened to beckon from her lips. One couldn't blame her reaction with the mention of consuming her pillowy figure. But, thankfully that didn't seem to be the creature's intentions as he instead began to focus his attention on the material that clung to her breasts. The bra kept the round globes together and supported some of their weight but left tension in the back of her shoulders. Not that it mattered, for society it was customary for women to wear such things otherwise it was shameful: causing the youth to sadly place the tight cloth on daily to suffer the 'soring' consequences later.

    Clear startlement consumed her when he suddenly shifted forward, his forelimb hooking around her waist to keep her in his embrace. As his maw parted to envelope one of her soft globes. The actions evoking a startled gasp only for a suppressed mewl to follow with the warmth that encompassed the mound his teeth had settled around in a gentle manner. Aligning himself perfectly to tear the cloth in half allowing her breasts to spill free from their confinement. As he stepped back to indulge of the view of the scarlet beauty.

    The already bewildered teenage grew even further bashfully with her immodesty. There was no denying a God of his desires, so in no means could she protest against his actions. As her breasts bounced slightly among their release before small goosebumps began to turn the sensitive skin as the deliciously pink rosebuds hardened and pointed out in the frigid air of the night that this creature owned. Her hands naturally itched to reach up and regain some dignity in her bareness. But she fought not to her, her fists clenching together to refrain from the movement as his dark brooding eyes deviled in the mere human before him.

    So, when his voice came slithering down her spine once more, the brooding tone had the young girl committing its suggestions. Her body seemingly submissive to anoyone's mill and obvious characteristic just how obsequious the naive girl was. Tilting her head up she gave a clear view of her vulnerable throat as she flexed her shoulds backwards slightly, baring her soft collarbone which was hung with her heavy breasts. As he finally provided her with a title, but nothing more.

    Rosie's pearly enamels sunk into her plump bottom lip, with her head tilted upwards to provide more room for the exploitation of her neck, she only now encompassed the thought of truly vulnerable she was. That led to inquiring something more of the God that circled her. Enjoying the small ornament of entertainment he had come to find. "R-oa, my P-papa is arriving tonight, w-when will I be dismissed?" she stammered shyly. Though rather comfortable in God's presence. As she believed that it was only mere rumors that circulated the village, little did she know just how truly evil these creatures were?
     
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    Rosie couldn't do much when he pressed his sensitive nose to her skin, listening to her heart and its debate. She reveled in the touch of his teeth, hovering like a beartrap around one orb without clasping shut. He thought to indulge, though. How delicious it would be, both to eat that mother's round and hear the girl scream. It was satisfying to force dainty bones to the earth underneath the trees. The aroma of her tit flavored his expert tongue and it added to the wealth of humid in his breath. She acted almost grateful when her breasts were freed. The little pink pebbles were surely more hospitable now, standing as close to him as they could reach in their chill or engagement.

    The black line around his mouth grew slicker when she obeyed a second time. He didn't know why he was still when she lifted her chin, and showed a windpipe that would offer nothing in resistance if he pinched it between his canines. He did feel famished, suddenly, and for a moment thought he should simply take it, her submission and her beating heart. She had another request for him. How bold. But that was part of her innocence. She'd not known hardships to fortify her, and make her cunning like the fox who's hues she borrowed and enhanced.

    "Your papa," he said, and it was more of a bark than a man's voice, anymore. His teeth clicked in the continued imitation of her language. "Would rather find his pup late than in shreds, wouldn't he, Rosie?" he posed. Some respect was due. He wanted to enjoy this girl more. She'd presented him to a hunger that grew and traveled alongside the one for blood and sinew. Roa pushed his nose to her stomach, drinking up her virgin's scent, that tell of innocence that begged to be bled, and then sat back with some dismissal. She was healthy, in season to be bred. Surely her fellow men took notice. A little basket of meat, prancing around a city of hungry faces.

    He was fully in the light now. Proud beast of the world before these naked apes. His shoulders were outlined when his front paws dug into the ground, the muscles there finding shade in crevices between themselves, even in the moon's eye. He could have been a person then, perched on her windowsill at night, though with a mouth full of white weapons. Surely his instinct to have her as more than a dish was making her womanly senses react, too. He'd made the cult's daughters mad in their dreams from just fleetingly considering them. He licked his tongue to the side and then huffed before standing. It was a deft motion, that swelled his form and let him shoot in height.

    "Get dressed then. You've been courteous, though just barely." he said and came at her with a meaning motion. He laid down for her, encircled her like a scarf, built her a house of wolf. "I'll take you to the edge of the land if that is what you wish." he assured her. The breath and moist left on her breasts and neck were still warm, and if she expected the clothes to free her from that temperamental tingling, she'd be mistaken. It would stay with her, like the image of him in his forest, sitting, when his fur did not hide the beginning of the organ that made a man a man, also. That was a natural thing that lingered around him, suggestions, and why doe who'd been graced but not felled found themselves back to him, eventually, even to be eaten.
     
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  10. Moonlight Puppet

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    The beast seemed to be the epitome of power. Naturally enticing a reaction from the youth who remained still against his prodding noise. Her thick thighs snapping together as her cheeks flushed a bright red with the pure sight of him. The God was a foundation of a wolf with tousled dark fur, the swarthy locks thick and lustrous. Illuminated by the moon in a beautiful manner that had the young girl craving to run her nimble fingers through the coat. But she refrained from doing so whilst his eyes were on her. They were a mesmerizing deep yellow, savage but lively, sly and erudite intelligence. Flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout the irises reflecting the moon in the slitted pupils. Something about his gaze tethered her to him. Evoking unnatural reactions from the young girl. As her thighs snapped shut, a feeling stirring that proceeded to pollute the air like smog, causing the God to act naturally, his sexual organ extending as her savoury skin and full flesh would indeed make the perfect meal as well as a fine broodmare.

    Her cobalt eyes widened slightly as she took notice to the intimate part. But the words that drifted from him were quick to obtain her attention before she could become flustered. He spoke to her calmly but with underlying threats that had her spewing apologies, as he indulged in her scent.

    After a few more moments of the wolf scenting her, he pulled away to dismiss her to redress. Which the young girl complied immediately as she answered the beast cautiously as he snaked his large body around her as she dressed. "My a-apologies, Roa. I'm afraid my manners are deterring with my lack of sleep?" she excused in an attempt to ease the slight agitation she provoked. Which was quickly forgotten when he assured her, he would return her home.

    But oddly enough, there was a sense of disappointment in her emotions towards the news. She rather enjoyed his company and particularly his warmth. That sent slithers of pleasure crawling up her spine. "T-thank you for helping me, Roa. If there is anything I can do to repay you, I will commit to it wholeheartedly." she mused innocently, as the corners of her plump lips pulled back into a sweet smile, that soon transitioned into a childish gleam as he laid down making a gesture for her to mount his large form.

    Eagerly stepping forth towards the laying beast, her dainty hands outstretched to run through his lustrous locks. Her long nails scraping at the skin in a pleasing manner: petting him for a mere second before she happily swung her legs over his back so that she straddled his back between her lovely legs. Only for her to lunged forward hooking her arms around his prominent neckline burying herself into the wolf's warmth. To which she purred "Roa you've very warm and soft."

    The conclusion of her words had the girl snuggling into the beast that could easily rip her jugular if it only had the slightest desire. But for now, she seemed to be a source of entertainment as she childishly cuddled the God. Her plump figure fitting nicely against his pure muscle build.
     
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    The design of his physical self was setting marks in the girl, it was upsetting her, disrupting her and her adult body which was coming into readiness for a mate. She'd already been primed to imprint on someone who could live in her dreams and be awake in her blood. A cruel scheme of her biology. He didn't miss those clues when they sparkled off her skin. Her pretty breasts, their scent, contributed to the already obvious perfumes, like the rounds were begging him to try his teeth on them. Still a pup, but of the age when she could be a mother - even if her mind didn't know what it was, her flesh cried out for him to overstep her naivety, and make her exhausted and happy. Roa thought it was a tempting offer for the skin to extended. Her eyes knew what her mind might not, when they grew for the sight of even his inactive rod.

    It is a certain kind of power too, seeing a female redress in some haste, with some shame. He didn't forgive her with a word, but the life she got to keep should be evidence enough he'd not minded a grave deal. Coupled with the dismay of being told to cover up, there was a stiffness in her continued compliance that gossiped about new motives, that she perhaps did not want to be taken home yet. Poor girl, betrayed at every turn by her ready anatomy. She didn't get a reaction out of him for her offered trade of favors, but he would remember. Mortals who promise things to gods are not free, anymore. She'd given herself up, he was just deciding on the conditions of her servitude.

    It was good to feel her caresses. Her hands were nothing like the bark of trees that he brushed in passing, or even the stones filed smooth by water that he slid though to get to secret lakes. She was something small clinging to him, a piece of coal with twig extremities, hoping to be transported back to its rightful pit. It was intimate too, when she took her legs around his spine. For all her skirts, he could still sense the natural fever there. His nose against hers, her breasts up for his sampling - it had done a number on her inexperienced heart, and it pumped confused blood to the apex of her formerly squeezed thighs. A daunting, hot weight for him as he stood, once she was settled.

    "It keeps me warm." was all he said for her compliment about his fur. The magic that was his by his long life, and a reward for lording over the forest and the old world, saw it fit to keep his appearance and texture stately. If he fought other gods, it was said his exterior cold be stiff like nails. He took a shorter path than she could conceive of, down a ravine not far from where she'd announced her ineptitude, and let everyone know she was defenseless. The sharp rocks and the steep incline was no match for his dexterity, and he even made the angle of his own body as comfortable for Rosie as possible. If she had her eyes open for it, it might be as frightening as it could be exhilarating. No person alive had seen these parts of his forest, and some of the things that grew here had not yet been discovered to be inked in human, printed science.

    Eventually he came to a path she would know. It wasn't so secret, but it was to a less popular entrance of her village. His cult used it mostly, after dark. Roa made no sign of letting her down, so Rosie should know to stay where she was, pressing her womanhood down on him as his body moved in intimate ways to reciprocate. It was subtle, but invasive. His fur let her sink in deep, and was a luscious soft around her, and she'd sense his skin too, between the hairs, that gave her the warmth of another being, naked. The lights of the human settlement were dotting the night between the leafs.

    "I have a task for you, Rosalynea." he said as the smells of the animals kept by the humans reached him, and their supper smoke, and their gatherings of filth. They thought they were very elegant with their upright walks and their cotton shrouds, but their homes had very unflattering fragrances too. More than that he recognized the notes of the followers that liked to place women not far from Rosie's age on rocks for him. He had no business with them tonight, and they were some distance away, so he wouldn't acknowledge them. He'd come with this fiery-tressed, new girl, after all.

    He was sure to focus on her, to see if she was disappointed to arrive, after what he'd seen when he agreed to take her. Roa turned his head just at the edge of his own territory, and squeezed the nape of her coat with his incisors. It brought his nose to push against her again, this time to the side of her neck and ear, blowing soft, boiling air against her sensitive nooks as he lifted her off himself. Her dainty legs would dangle. "You're to remember me between your legs, and think of me, and pray with my name on your tongue as your hands visits the place you used to ride me. Every night." The way he spoke, he could still make words while his teeth held her outwear, so that his breath and his voice was all around her as she was brought through the air and eventually put down on her feet. It could be quite the large experience for the little human. He pushed against her stomach one more time.

    "Now go. Isn't your father waiting?"
     
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    His strides were that of a horse. Falling into a flowing movement, as he carried her through his home. No human had ventured this deep into the forest before. If they had they wouldn't have lived to tell it, as just the outskirts of his home were terrifying enough to have the young girl give into her intimidation. She clung to the beast, hiding her face within it's soft but subtly knotted mane. Only listening to the screams and crackles of his hollow. Thankfully, a sense of uncanny protection came from the god between her legs. The grace and power his foundation held as he galloped through the towering pines with slick manoeuvres that ensured she wouldn't be thrown.

    Roa took good care of returning the human girl. Despite her lack of life when travelling through his forsaken forest. She remained silent, as her grip on his fur grew noticeably tighter. With her eyes sealed shut and her face nuzzled against him. Staining her honeycomb scent with his woodsy musk. Luckily, the eventually reached the border of the forest and her village. Seemingly a back entrance into her town, as he gradually slowed his pace to a halt.

    But, the girl remained on top of him. To say the least, despite her fear during some of the trip, the wolf admittedly felt sweet between her legs. His movements rocking her back forth in a manner that had the young girl tingling in confusion. Rosalynea was untainted. Everything about her was pure and ready to be defiled. But for now, it would wait, as her attention was drawn by the beast, cocking his head back with the cran of his neck. Enabling his long incisors to sink into the nape of her shawl to remove her from his back. He held her in the air, her feet dangling: like a kitten that was being held by its mother.

    Once again, he spoke instead of setting her down. His voice seemingly ominous, as not a single word was muffled in the strange position his mouth was holding her in. But his announcement had the young girl confused, yet obeying. She nodded her head bashfully in return as she mused a soft: "Yes, thank you Roa." the words sweet and subtly seductive from her plump lips but satisfied the God enough as he set her down. Unnaturally the young girl wished to stay in his presence. The though along spooked Rosie but kept her lingering until he pushed against her stomach with his noise urgingly.

    With the gesture, Rosalynea went to skip away, but in a quick motion, she pivoted back towards the beast. If he disapproved of her actions he could easily kill her, but luck seemed to be on the human's side today. As she pressed a small kiss to his jowls out of simple appreciation and a secretive desire. Satisfied with her motions she quickly slipped past the forest line and onto the village grounds where the God could not follow. "B-bye Roa!" she chimed innocently, as she skipped away looking none the less of a child. As she easily disappeared into the numerous homes. However, both were unaware of the other pairs of eyes that followed the young girl.

    Naru was beaming at what he had discovered. His chocolate irises eagerly drank up the scene that played out before him, never had he witnessed his God come so close to their puny village. A place so unworthy for him to visit, yet he did...carrying a low human on his back? Perhaps this was a sign the God wished for the girl to be of his assortment. The thoughts consuming his mind in the most delightful of ways. As he stood from where he had been praying on the hilltop to return the headquarter of the cult in order to report his findings.

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    By the time Rosalynea made it home, she was drained of engery. Her small adventure with the God had put her out. So when she managed to find her home, Rosie's greeting with her dear Papa was cut short. The older man was quick to see his sweet girl's return, but when he inquired of where she was and who she was with, the scarlet vixen simply dismissed her. Something the older man wasn't used too. Especially when she turned in that night where he could swear her heard her cry out a man's name. But when he came rushing into her room, nothing was of dissaray.
     

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