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Requiem of the Rose King | Baraou no Souretsu – Chapter 45
plays with her ears .
Unprompted ask|| @crownlcsking
How did she get stuck with this moron?...Oh wait. Now she remembered. They had met at one of the underground supernatural clubs. He was her supposed contact that apparently knew the location of her target. Had she gotten the information yet ? No.
It’s been almost three days. She has been more than generous and patient with this man. So far, she has been following him when she could and in her opinion, was being too nice for his dumb ass. He should consider himself lucky..that he didn’t particularly look appetizing to bite.
“Were you raised in a barn? You do not touch another’s ears without permission.” A hand immediately lunged out to smack his hands a way. With the male being utterly useless at this point in time, the woman had opted to pursue another culprit in the meantime..hence the wolfish ears upon her head as she zeroed on her target.
“Do it again and you’ll be missing a hand. Continue to dangle the information in front of me without telling me one thing, you’ll find yourself being slowly and viciously mauled until you cough up the information..or a good bit of your blood.”
what color is your aura?
Crimson
rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewelry. your essence is crimson: you are the strong, defiant and avoidant. you crave some sort of deviation; to walk in another's footsteps feels mundane, a waste of your time. you are possessive and never look back at the things you've lost or forgotten. you are the rebel. you are the one who will change the world. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of red, blush, garnet, and bronze, who share your impassioned existence. you are also drawn to the confident souls royal and gold, who will help you grow and show that not everyone seeks to break you. however, you may struggle to get along with the slow-acting personalities of navy and umber who never seem assertive about anything.
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@enchantedcrimsongrace entered the wolf’s den: 🗡 Stab Mari 👀 why not // prompted: Send 🔪 to stab my muse. Send 🗡to be stabbed by them, still accepting.
WHEN THE BLADE PIERCED THE FLESH AND THE BLOOD BLOSSOMED INTO A SCARLET ROSE, the world instantly crumbled along with that newly experienced feeling of glory, that became such an utter emptiness that he felt devoured from within. What a petty thing was the use of vile illusions to the point that to follow that scent, he had hypothesized at the end of his hunt, but above all at the final liberation of those chains. If it hadn’t been the ravens playing with his mind, who else could it have been? What motivation did they have for hurting one of their allies? The dagger fell from his hand, almost as if the handle suddenly began to burn, not recognizing any BELONGING TO THAT WEAPON / why would a creature like him, who was in control of chaos, have to use it? Evidently, Fenrir had some enemy whose identity he had forgotten. Meanwhile, he stared at the shapeshifter and her blood coloring the black asphalt, sliding into a puddle. It had recently stopped raining and the traces of the downpour stood out around them, like that tiny puddle and the drops that fell from the gutters, from the attics, from the window sills. He watched her collapse onto her lap as the smell of ichor filled his nostrils like a languid caress, as if it were an INVITATION to dig into the gash and feed on her. He wasn’t that kind of creature!
He dropped to his knees and took a cloth handkerchief from the inside pocket of his long coat, then began to dab the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He didn’t believe she would die, yet he wasn’t sure she was an immortal. GUILT was advancing towards him like a huge stallion running over him, breaking down his confidence as it crumbled like a brick wall. He grabbed her face in his hands, looking at those golden irises, needing to be sure there was still light in them, there was still life. ❝ I know someone who can HELP you, ❞ he began to tell her, running a hand through her long black hair, tasting the silkiness of her tresses. ❝ But we have to use teleportation because it’s not in this realm. ❞ Would she have agreed to travel like that? Fenrir couldn’t wait for an answer from her, especially when the blood had soaked the handkerchief entirely. ❝ It may make you feel a little nauseous. ❞ A light enveloped him, taking him away from that city of Earth, reaching another of the eight kingdoms, Myrkálfar: it was inhabited by dark elves who had been the allies of his parents and his people, so they would never turn their backs on him. Finding the healer’s house was not difficult as he had appeared a few meters from it.
Without HESITATION, he nearly broke down the door as crossed the threshold, alarming the elf. Without saying a word, he set Mari down on the kitchen table, waiting for the creature to work her magic on the shapeshifter. Maybe bringing her there was a rash action but he couldn’t wait to see what qualities her body had, he had to SAVE her. If he hadn’t been under the influence of someone savage and cruel, he would never have stabbed her ── he had no reason to do it. He stood next to her, stroking her hair and whispering heartening words.
❝ ── Everything will be fine. ❞
Instincts had told her to move, to evade. And yet..she stood fixated to the spot. Concern reflected in the depths of her hues, as she observed the wolf drawing ever closer. There was something quite wrong...quite off about him. How long has it been since she sensed such blood lust radiated towards her ? But really, it didn’t matter. All that did..was the wolf with the gleaming blade in hand...A blade ?? Since when did Fenrir use such an instrument when his claws, strength and fangs were far superior weapons? Mari could not recall him ever utilizing such a weapon.
What was most disturbing of all..was the way he was gazing at her and his smell. Fenrir’s eyes were cold..so..icy.. His musk which was deeply imprinted in her memories was altered by something.Her nose twitched and muscles tensed..was it magic ? It was unlike any she had ever smelled..which could possibly have originated in another time or dimension..or something so old and rare..that it was her first time encountering it. While the latter w as unlikely, it was not impossible.
“Fenrir...snap out of it...Whatever this is..it isn’t you.”
But whatever she said, appeared to have fallen on deaf ears. And the next thing she knew, she felt the piercing, burning steel slicing through muscle and sinew..all the way deep into one of her organs.The puncture was so intimately felt..and the accompanying pain extremely intense, that a gasp ripped out her mouth.
Mari has been stabbed, clawed, shot, burned, whipped and endured many other methods of harm. They all healed so she was not worried. But whatever that dagger was..whatever it was from or what it was composed of..it was not made by human hands. Or at the very least, not alone. Never has she ever felt a wound scorch her from the inside out like this..her cells remaining where they were and refusing to make any attempt to patch the injury.
Why..why couldn’t she heal ? Even with the weapon imbedded in her, her body should still have the capacity to do so. Whatever this weapon was..it was preventing her from repairing herself. And while it was not her heart he had struck, it was deep and the amount of blood being loss can become lethal. To her knowledge, she was not immortal. However, she knew nothing of her parents or lineage. And she highly doubted they would tell her if she asked..or if they did, lie.
If she was not occupied with pain and the way Fenrir, the Fenrir she knew, was looking at her..she’d find this occurrence interesting...even amusing. She had yet to come across a weapon like this and it beckoned her curiosity. Or at least will once she gets the bleeding under control and see the other..less worried. Whatever had the male in its grasps..had dissolved and she was now gazing up at the familiar wolf she knew and loved.
This was not his fault. And Mari wanted him to know that. Her heart constricted in another kind of pain..as she felt his tender touches and noted his attempt to stop the bleeding. She wanted to give him some level of reassurance.
A hand extended to touch his cheek, irises turning a molten, shimmery gold while her breathing was becoming more laboured with every passing second. Huh. What a strange sensation..
“It will be..okay Fenrir. I trust you. “ Mari had never been more aware of her body than in this moment, feeling her life’s blood draining out of the respective injuries both internal and external.
“Something like this cannot kill me...” Was it a lie ? Maybe. All she knew..was that her body was not doing its job. That tidbit of information was not something she was going to share with him. As it was, he had enough on his plate and most likely feeling guilty over this. He was worried, afraid, confused. Instinctive creatures like themselves could tell..especially when it was unrestrained like it was now. “Oh please..a little travelling has never hurt anyone..~I am curious about this person you know though.”
As much as she tried to sound as light hearted as she could, the wheezing was making it difficult to portray it convincingly. Pain was no stranger to her and while she had inhuman tolerance..this was beyond anything she has ever felt..which again..was fascinating from a detached perspective.
But he was right. She did feel even worse after that teleportation. Did he have to know ? No. Was it possible he could tell ? Yes. Even if he did, she refused to express exactly how she was feeling..for she had no desire to see his countenance become more distraught..if possible.
Sweat clung to her smooth skin, a vague thought crossing her mind as the sounds around her faded out and in repeatedly. Was it poison ? Poison could not hurt her but..what if it was a weapon that specifically could hurt her. Harmless to others but deadly to her. Again, it boiled down to who or what she was. A shapeshifter ? Something more ?
Mari was surrounded by strangeness..but even so..after a lingering glance at the elf, her eyes returned to look at her old wolf. Was this what people termed as shock ? She felt as if she was processing everything fine..calmly. Was that not a good thing ? Death was not something she feared..but..ever since meeting the ravens..this old wolf..it had shifted from a moment of anticipation to..hoping it keeps its distance for as long as possible.
The effect three people can have on one life was astounding.
“I know, Fenny.” She smiled faintly, leaning her head back into his touch. “I am not worried. I have no plans of leaving any of you sweet, ancient beings. Who would harass you all, if not me ?” Mari was getting drowsy..but she bit down on her cheek to stay awake a little longer.
“I hope..my sweet wolf..you know this is not your fault..Not in the slightest..”
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#||lupusxdei||#||ic||#||Roaring Wolf of Chaos : Fenrir||#[mari making jokes--but she is more worried about fenrir..she's notgonna die but if she did..she'd be so upset because she'd be hurting#him and the birbs..and fenny would feel responsible..and she refuse..]#[if i need to change anything let me know ovo]
❝ ── Look who knocks on my door: a trickster fox, a lively rascal. Anyway, sparring is a great idea. I’d like to savor your velvety skin. ❞
Golden eyes glittered with mischief and mirth. “For all those descriptors, at least you can be reassured this will be far from boring.”, she purred, her tongue running against her fangs as her muscles stretched in preparation. “Fufu. I wonder whose tongue, fangs or maw will find the other first.” Needless to say, excitement and enthusiasm ran down the woman’s spine.
It’s sinday, right? This wolf is ready to bite some throats… just like manifestation of desire.
Does the big, bad wolf want a challenge ? Perhaps a bit of sparring? Either way, her jaws were aching as well.
I think I am going to delete this blog and remake it, fresh as a daisy. New theme, maybe adjustments in her story idk. But her established relationships will remain unless my partners wish to start over. Otherwise her connections will stay the same, but everything else is free game. I just need to clean up this old blog.
It won’t happen today but at some point.
GESTURES LIKE THAT ALMOST BURNED HIS SKIN. For millennia, he had known the torture he had been subjected to as a result of the bloody war that had seen the end of the Eoten. So, touches as sweet as the ones Mari was giving him were unusual, unexpected, which left him breathless for a few seconds, before a gasp rolled out of his mouth. Although he knew sex very well, the mere meaning of affection was unknown because Fenrir had forgotten it, harboring only the HATRED that boiled in his veins. Meanwhile, he chuckled at her as she licked his cheek as she sat on his thighs, which she had literally leaped over, looking like an agile panther. He caressed her back, moving down to her hips, tasting the fabric of her clothes. Being so intimate with her was almost a DREAM as the world, together with its chaos, was closed behind a window and covered by thick dark curtains. In fact, only a faint light entered the room like a blade, creating a pleasant semi-darkness. Meanwhile, he buried his face in her chest, inhaling the dulcet perfume of her skin, listening to her heartbeat, getting lost in its vocalizations that seemed to follow those of his ichorous muscle, so exacerbated that it was impossible to HEAL!
❝ ── You’re truly naughty! ❞
But she was also MISCHIEVOUS: characteristics that he adored about her … Wasn’t that so? He chuckled as he looked up, sinking into the shapeshifter’s golden irises, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own, losing himself in the light of her eyes. It was like sinking into a golden sea, it was like drowning in the ears of corn, it was like wavering and collapsing with a crown of calicanthus on the mane. Was it a BLESSING? He moved to her lips, where he darted his tongue, licking them in one swift motion, PROVOKING her in the same way she had done with him. He laughed before KISSING her lips, getting lost in her essence, in the core of her soul ── he savored her as if she were the sweetest of honeys, as if she were one of the most delicious wines. What was Mari but his addiction? A poison that slipped straight into the vein, capable of clouding the mind. He held her tightly to him, almost fearing that she might vanish in a flight of white doves.
Mari was an individual, whose lifestyle requires being open, flexible and fluid to achieve whatever end she needed to achieve. It was empowering, fun and downright exciting. To not be restrained by humanity’s societal ideas of morality and goodness, appropriateness and other aspects meant to make man conform. For she was not human and existed in a world where human laws, opinions or values were at the bottom rung. Beings like herself, were governed by other bodies of power. Her behaviour ruled by those who reared her, taught her and sent her out into the world as an assassin, thief, diplomat, murderer..and a myriad of other titles.
But in a nutshell, she generally did what she pleased because she could. She had the power to do so and had no reservations in going after what she wished. In this case, she longed to express her affection for an old friend, a long time lover and a being, like the ravens, who made her feel satisfied, happy and content. Mari’s appetite was voracious in multiple ways..but being with them..it was miraculously curbed through genuine attachment and love.
A soft laugh spilled from red stained lips, feeling the male seeking refuge in her chest. She did not mind in the slightest as it was an intimate, soothing and pleasurable gesture for both parties.
“Of course I am. If I was anything but, then it would be a bit boring~I like to think I keep things amusing for us both.”, she teased in response, basking in his warmth, his musky scent and the feel of his body in contact with hers. It was pleasant. Fingers roved across his chest, breasts bulging outwards as she pressed herself closer to the male. Golden orbs shone with mischief, chaos and love. Heavy bosoms heaved into his chest, arms finally sliding up to wind around his neck.
“Mm..I have missed the sound of your laugh, Fenrir.”
At the feel of his mouth against hers, Mari smiled. Her lips returned the kiss, her body pushing back into it, wanting to taste and savour all that he had to offer as well. Digits caressed the nape of his neck, soft lips brushing and moving deeply against his. Her body straightened and stretched upwards in an attempt to pull closer--as much as her sizeable breasts in this moment would allow--which was not much. At the very least, they would only serve to aggravate the old wolf with their rubbing and stroking against his chiseled chest.
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine, burying herself into him as she deepened their kiss. Being pressed so earnestly..so sweetly..made her heart overflow with warmth. To say her body did not yearn to connect with his further..would be a lie. However, she was patient and even just this, was enough to leave her breathless and hazy, if it continued at this pace.
lupusxdei :@enchantedcrimsongrace Fenrir: I'd like to see 👀
“You know I am not above doing it. Fenrir jr do not need the abuse ~So do not goad me, wolfie.”
Being in the service of a nefarious God like Trasiarde was not pleasant at all, so the collection of bad days accumulated, becoming an intolerable burden. Hence, the irritation and nervousness were difficult to remove from his shoulders, which weighed like boulders.
Meanwhile, being in that hotel room with the woman was the only pleasant note of the day. But Fenrir wanted something more, as he was also starving for loving touches. He slowly crawled to her and buried his face in her chest, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.
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Mari's gaze flickered from the random nonsense she had been viewing, to observe the male curiously. Golden hues scrutinized his body language while her ears heard the unspoken words, the mood palpable. Sun kissed orbs softened, thighs widening to accommodate the old wolf. Her body relaxed and open for the other to gain as much solace and comfort as he needed. Given their long history together, nothing needed to be said. Mari could make a few educated guesses as to why he was currently in this state..and she could not blame him.
With his face now nuzzled deeply into her excessively ample bosom, hands moved to soothingly comb through those silver locks of his while she gently hugged him. Vaguely, she wondered how he could breathe in between them. Given their overwhelming size, probably not for long--so she kept her grip around him loose as she continued to stroke and rub his head. Briefly, she sat up partially to lay a kiss to the crown of his head before laying back down.
Mari wanted nothing more than to solve his and the ravens' problems..but it was not an easy task. Until she can concoct something foolproof..she'll do all she can to help them.
"It has been far too long since I have been able to hold you close like this, dearest. Circumstances may not be the best but..I am grateful to see you once more. To embrace you again and comfort you as best as I can.", she murmured softly, one hand remaining in his hair and the other stroking his upper back. "I will always care for you, Fenrir. I hope you know that."
THE GOLD OF HER EYES MADE HER LOOK LIKE THE WORTHY DAUGHTER OF THE SUN, while he rather resembled the silver of the moon and stars, like the coldness that often characterized him / he was quite good at pushing people away, creating an impassable barrier that no one should dare to go beyond. His gaze followed the movements of Mari, who, in a few seconds, found herself in front of him, leaping from where she was with elegance and skill, resembling an agile panther. Meanwhile, he wondered if it was FATE that put them on the same path, or the SADISTIC GAME of a cruel God. Unless she hadn’t been good at finding him. Fenrir licked his lips slowly, his cigarette squeezed between the index and the middle fingers, an amused smile that formed on a mouth capable of enunciating the most obscene wickedness he was capable of imagining ── he was a person who often hit with the tongue, before using claws and fangs.
Her voice reached him along with the scent of her skin, so mellow and appetizing that he felt her heartbeat roll in the center of his chest in faster vocalizations. Meanwhile, her breasts were pressed against his thorax: did she keep poking him? ❝ Boring days happen. ❞ He shrugged, preferring not to go into the grisly details of that day which, fortunately, was about to end and he could rest, distancing himself from the war god Trasiarde and his stinking hounds. ❝ What would I have left unfinished? ❞ His MEMORY was bad as the smile on his lips widened, before taking another drag on the cigarette, which shortened quickly. ❝ Why don’t you give me an ELUCIDATION while we have a glass of bourbon? I really need to shake off this day. ❞ He also needed a shower but there would be time for that, right?
Meanwhile, he had to admit that he was really happy to have met her, that their paths had crossed again ── whether it was the will of a god or not, it didn’t matter … Now they were there, face to face and he was AWARE that Mari knew where the ravens were hiding. He took one last drag on the cigarette then threw it to the ground and crushed it under the heel of his boot.
❝ ── Shall we go, m'lady? ❞
Fenrir was indeed talented at keeping his distance..for good reason. In many regards, he and the ravens were bound to a tragic life..that can only end when the God of War gave up the hunt and let them be. Unfortunately, it does not seem as if he would ever--considering the rage felt by the ravens’ actions. And then there was Fenrir..bound by invisible shackles. If Mari could have done something, she would have. Unfortunately, she was still searching for a plausible and everlasting solution to the three’s predicament. Was there something the Gods wanted more than the three ? There were methods of harming Gods but..unless schemed and executed well, it can be otherwise disastrous.
“It would be my pleasure to do so. I have multiple methods of reminding you..And there is one way..which I believe you would enjoy after that glass of bourbon or after~Whichever your preference.”
Mari snickered softly, stepping away and regarding him briefly for a few seconds longer before pivoting on her heels. “Yes. The hotel at which I am currently staying has a fine array of bourbon, scotch and whiskeys to meet your palate. We can pick a bottle up on the way to the privacy of my room--where we can catch up on a few things.” Smiling cheerfully, thick booted heels crunched the gravel, no longer caring to be discrete as it was unnecessary.
Hip length obsidian tresses brushed against the dip of her spine as they began their trek back to her current dwelling, courtesy of a mission she had to see to in this particular city.
She could at least be content to know the ravens weren’t here--so if by chance this was a purposeful meeting at the hands of the God of War, it would be a waste. And again, if that God thought she would openly reveal their location to the old wolf, he would be mistaken. Mari cared for the well-being of both the ravens and her current companion. She would never wilfully endanger them and was not so foolish to blurt it out.
As she had promised, Mari soon had a bottle of bourbon in her hand as they finally ascended via the elevator to the 14th floor. “If you need to shower or bathe first, feel free to do so.”, the female stated, swiping her card key and opening the door to a luxurious, spacious suite. From the elegantly made bed, to the enormous and brilliantly decorated bathroom..one would think she was someone of importance--for there was even a living room set up off to the side and through a pair of sliding doors.
Mari had no qualms on utilizing the company’s money for comfort--or her own. It was not a necessity of course and she was more than capable of sleeping in the mud or the various elements, she’d do so when needed. She did what she had to do. And she was paid well for it--so who did it hurt really~? “Make yourself comfortable, F-e- n-r-i-r~”, she purred sweetly, already unzipping her boots.
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