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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #30 on: July 27, 2017, 06:24:49 am »
When he turned and looked at her she felt her trembling arm still, that look, it was.. sexy. As soon as the thought crossed her mind she cringed, gross. No, this man was not sexy, he was not appealing and she wasn’t interested. How could she even think such things?

Well, it turns out it wasn’t because she chose to. As Catch explained in more detail what he had done she was beginning to understand but not without first becoming enraged at the idea. An unchecked outburst had her catapulting the gun in his direction. It was brash and completely pointless but the frustration she had for this damn animal was boiling over and she hated the idea that she wasn’t in control of her own fucking body.

“I’m not the abomination, you are!” Screaming as her fist clenched at her side. Val was used to being more composed but there was so much to process in this moment that the only thing she could do was let it out, it was the only thing she could release. Everything else was constant and despite her best effort she never got an ounce of relief from it. This anger however, she could very much vent it onto an all deserving jackass.

"... Will that be all?  Or have you come crawling sooner than I expected?"

Val wasn’t any where near done with him. “ I don’t give a shit what you say, I won’t be crawling back to you for anything.” Even in her rage she had managed to process his words and think beyond the emotion and that left her with some hope, sweet spiteful hope.

“ Somehow I doubt i’ll be the only one suffering from this and knowing that it’s a possibility that YOU could come crawling back to ME is worth every bit of this pain.”

A vindictive smirk spread across her lips before she turned to leave. Swallowing hard as the pain started to resurface with each departing step. Now she was done with him.

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #31 on: August 11, 2017, 04:00:36 am »
The thrown gun bounced off of Catch's back and clattered to the ground.  His gaze merely followed it, a contemplative look.  These guns the humans used. Such complex machines, surely built by genius minds... but for the sole purpose of killing.  It seemed like such a waste.

Most of her retort went ignored and unacknowledged.  But then he stopped and held a breath when she mentioned her theory about how it was affecting him as well.  ... Shit.  She was actually pretty clever for being just a savage. 

She turned to leave with nothing further to say, and actually... he was thankful for that.  Her proximity was a relief that he didn't want to get used to.  Not until he won their little -bet-, at least. 

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A few more days went by, and Catch went back to being a hermit for a while again. Acting like he was plagued and unable to leave his room... a sad yet also funny act of exaggerated despair.  The pain and "off" feelings weren't anything completely unbearable.  It's just that Catch was of such hearty constitution that he barely had any idea of sickness was. If the man were to get a cold, it would be a first and he'd likely think he was dying. 

An overreaction to be sure. Much like burning down a house because one finds a bug in it. 

So with much coaxing from Aidan, after a few days Catch actually started happening about the village.  It didn't help how he felt in the slightest, but it was a distraction sometimes that helped pass the time faster rather than cooping himself up in his home. 

Even in his own village with his own people... Catch was actually a bit of an outsider.  He didn't fit in, oddly enough.  Not in any sort of bad way, but Catch was more "revered" than he was "accepted".  Revered much more so than even their own alpha.  Some distanced themselves out of fear, others out of respect.  To most, he was treated and distanced like a sort of idol. At the most extreme, some averted and kept their distance like he was some sort of god.  Catch was seldom talked about within the village as any sort of "inclusion".  He was more of a "need".  Like a powerful weapon that needed to be used occasionally, or an ancient and influential script that was consulted rarely. 

As such, his merely going about the village participating in everyday activities caused quite a stir.  Catch was usually known to be one who kept to himself, staying in his own abode and keeping to his own business like some sort of revered Buddha until needed

He had never given it much thought.  But that infliction of severe desire for another that he had brought upon himself... it sort of made him realize for the first time what a "lonely" existence he led here.  It wasn't that he was secluded or anything... it's merely how his own pack treated him.  Not badly by any means. They treated him great but... it was always out of reverence and seemingly to keep him at a distance. 

And now, with the elder that Val had killed gone... that meant that there were only TWO in this pack who actually treated him like one of them.  Aidan, of course.  And- 

"Master Hermit, what a rarity to see you out~" 

Yeah, her: Hana.  Easily one of the village's most beloved.  A wonderful and charismatic lady.  A heavyset young lady of Mongolian descent.  Most easily identified by a burnt portion of her face from an accident that never healed completely.  By human standards, the woman would be physically unappealing.  But the Truebreeds found her beautiful and nearly every male wanted her as their mate.  Truebreeds care nothing about the "shell" of their packmates.  It's their nature and instinct that reflect any sort of beauty to them.  Hana was young, but a very kindred and motherly soul.  A caretaker in a pack where such a nature was incredibly rare.  ... And she was very much beloved and highly respected for it.  In addition, she was incredibly wise and knew much about nurturing and guiding others.  She was simply... someone everyone wanted in their household.  There was constant talk about how she would DEFINITELY be the alpha's mate, even more so than any of the elders, if he weren't already happily and faithfully mated.   

She herself had turned down many a potential mate, likewise elders among them.  For she had only ever had eyes for one. ... And she stood before him now, one of the only who treated him as one of them and not putting him on some sort of grand pedestal. 

... And Catch's admiration for her spoke loudly in his reaction to her.  A soft but very rare and genuine smile that he really only seemed to have for her and Aidan.  Whenever she was around, she made the ever-alert champion of the Truebreeds feel... at ease.  Calm.  Even now, just a few words had made him feel just the slightest bit more settled when nothing else had worked. 

"Ms. Hana," he said in greeting.  "I didn't know you had made it back." 

The fact of the matter was that Catch and Hana WOULD have been mated by now if not for the fact that Hana had to be gone from the village so often.  She was by far the nicest and most personable of all the Truebreeds.  Thus most of the "diplomatic" exchanges that happened between the Truebreeds and the other packs were done by Hana.  As such, she was gone most of the time.  And becoming someone's mate in the Truebreeds involved either settling down or doing all of the traveling with your mate. 

And unfortunately, Hana wasn't at the point that she could be on someone elses' schedule yet. Not even the champion's. 

"Just made it in, actually. Going to be around for a couple of days... if you want some company," she gave a bit of a knowing smile. 

"Always," Catch's immediate response. 

... Not being mated yet didn't mean that they didn't still fuck like rabbits when they were both around. 

Hana tilted her head, a "come hither~" motion to Catch.  "Well, first thing's first, though.  I've been making a quilt and I might actually have time to finish it.  I need to go buy some cloth, so come help me pick it out, yeah?" 

Catch merely smiled and nodded, quietly following along with her.  It would do good to enjoy this bit of time before they went back to her place.  ... Where he would inevitably have to tell her about the latest development.  Not that she would be upset or consider it any sort of betrayal on his part.  She had always known that being with one of such station as Catch would be different and come with more complications than if she had simply chosen someone else as her mate.   

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #32 on: August 12, 2017, 09:22:03 pm »
Val had sped home that night, her rage still keeping her on a high that prevented her from suffering the ache that accompanied being away from him. She was not going to be one of them and she sure as shit wasn’t going to crawl back to him for a damn thing.

When she arrived back at the factory the place was silent with only those currently on guard duty awake. Well almost. Luka was waiting for her in their room when she arrived. He didn’t look very happy and Val did her best to ignore him but he wasn’t having it.

“I told you to be back before nightfall” He scorned her as she undressed herself and moved to the shower. “Why do you look like you’ve been crawling in the woods?” His bitter tone was like whips lashing out at her. She hadn’t wanted to piss him off but the night got away from her.

“ I ran into trouble. There was a bear.” Almost the full truth. Enough that he would hopefully let this go.

“A bear?! What were you doing in the woods in the first place?” Luka slipped out of bed, moving into the bathroom. Annoyance and worry etched across his features.

“I thought I saw a lone wolf… was going to kill it.” Her voice was steady and neutral as her woman hood tensed at the mention of wolf, which brought images of Catch to her mind.

Luka snatched her wrist in his hand. “Don’t be stupid Val. Just because you survived killing three wolves alone in the last raid doesn't mean you’ll be so lucky next time.” His grip caused her to wince, not solely because his vice was tight but simply because it was him.

Val could see the anger in his eyes and knew that arguing with him now would only make it worse.

Pulling from his grasp she nodded. “ I got it alright. Now can I finish showering” She knew he was more worried under that tough exterior than he let on. Like her, he didn’t express himself very well. Both were equally hot headed and stubborn and man did they have some crazy nights.

Luka left without a word and by the time she finished he was asleep. What a night.

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Over the next few days things seemed to be back to normal. Val was busy strategizing and keeping her people busy with various scouting missions and supply runs. Publically she was the leader they knew but behind closed doors she was losing it.

The pain was only one aspect of the curse but it was one that she was mentally winning against. She could feed off of pain if she knew that it would bring her some pleasure and knowing that Catch was likely in the same boat was all the pleasure she needed. She embraced the waves of discomfort that came with touching other men, she had even managed to show Luka a bit of affection without losing it the way she had the first night.

The hard part however was the damn desires. Constantly seeing Catches face in the crowd or picturing him nearby. Her body grew wet with arousal at the mere thought of him. Her loins burned and wept for satisfaction. She had even dreamt of him doing… unspeakable things to her. It was repulsive. He was a dirty flea bag who she wanted nothing more than to kill but the rest of her wanted something different entirely.

Val had found masterbating to be a quick relief that would trick her body for a short time before she had to do it again. What had once been a satisfying moment was now hollow, she touched herself out of need rather than want. Brining a diluted pleasure that would only suffice for a few hours before she would have to repeat.

One day she decided that she wanted to test her theory. She wanted to know if Catch really was suffering like she was and the only way to do that was to spy on him. At least that’s what she told herself. It had nothing to do with the fact that her body was itching to be near him again, that he was calling to her from miles away.

Having sent Luka on an earlier errand, she knew she could leave without anyone questioning her. Val sprayed herself down with a chemical compound they had learned hid human scent. She would need it if she was going to go anywhere near their village without being discovered.

Leaving a note for Luka that simply said ‘Don’t wait up’ before she headed out.

About an hour later Val parked her car at the gas station she remembered seeing the night everything changed. Crossing the street she headed into the woods with only a pair of binoculars. If she was caught trespassing she didn’t want to be found with a weapon. The mark on her neck could be used to her advantage if she crossed any rogue lycans path or even those of the truebreeds. It meant she belonged to someone and to harm her was to harm the pack she belonged to. At least that's how they would see it. So she knew she didn’t need the gun for this mission.

It took another hour or two before she could see the village in the distance. All the while Val had made sure to keep herself downwind as she traveled, better safe than sorry. The sun was nearing the horizon and there was only about an hour of sunlight left. She would have to move quickly if she hoped to find him while there was still daylight.

The first place she checked out was the tree where they fought. Nothing.

Now she had begun to move around the village, keeping a healthy distance as she spied through her binoculars on the village. Her next location seemed to be a market place. Her movements were swift as she panned across the many bobbing heads and while normally she might have missed her target, this time she didn’t.

Instantly she froze as he popped into her sights. Her heart skipped and the mark on her neck flared. If not for her body screaming at her to move forward she might have thought she was just seeing his face like all the times before. This time however it was real, it was him.

At first she was captivated by his powerful amber eyes, the long hard lines of his jaw and smile that danced on his luscious lips. That smile… she hadn’t seen him smile before…

Slowly she realized why he was smiling. Dark emeralds peered at the woman that stood before him, she wasn’t anything to look at… so why was he smiling at her like that. They didn’t look like they could be siblings….

Val watched as the woman ran a hand down Catch’s arm, said something, then grinned. Only there was something in the way she looked at him… and how he looked at her. It made a knott arise in Val’s stomach and she found herself moving closer to the edge of the village.

She wanted to stop, it didn’t matter who this woman was or what her relationship with Catch was. Val didn’t care… or at least she didn’t want to care. Her body didn’t listen, it was moving in closer, occasionally stopping to peer through the binoculars one more time.

‘Just turn around….you don’t care… you don’t care…’

Mentally trying to change her body's reaction to the situation with every step. The mark burned, seering as though it had just been placed on her for the first time. It demanded Catch, demanded that the mating be finalized. Val refused.

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #33 on: August 14, 2017, 04:43:31 am »
Today just... wasn't like other days.  Even given the recent situation, it just wasn't on par.  Something was off, different.  Normally, Hana's presence was entirely calming.  One that made him feel relaxed and at ease like nothing else. She made him feel protected, which was a definite irony given his station, but it was true. 

But the longer the day went... the more he felt uneasy. On edge. Anxious. Like he knew someone was watching him, but having absolutely no reason to think so.  It was confusing.  And more than anything: frustrating.  Because he wanted today of all days to be a good one.  The general air was that everywhere the couple went, EVERYONE wanted him to have a good day. They knew very well the state that their champion was in, and they were happy that Hana was here to help him through it.  Catch was probably the only one who DIDN'T know that Hana had actually been called in for him.  And no one would say different, knowing that it would be a sting to the man's pride. 

But no. He was pleased that Hana was here, but he was NOT having a good day.  The distance from the one he had marked was seeing to that personally... and now her teasingly closer proximity.  She was doing well to keep herself at a distance and unaware, but she was distancing herself JUST enough for Catch to subconsciously be aware of her... and if he were a proximity mine, he'd be detonating right now. 

"Dearest friend," Hana finally observed as they walked down the street, her lips pursed in concern and sympathy.  "I know you're not faring well.  Aidan explained what you did. I don't hold it against you in the slightest, honorable man. I just so wish I could share your burden, or do something to help." 

She hung her head, true sincerity in her words and demeanor.  Of course she was naturally a little jealous.  They were ALL but official mates, and now she had to share him. Or at worst, give him up completely.  But she understood the judgment and sentence he had passed, the reasoning and logic.  And she loved him for his honor.  The more she thought and dwelt on it, the more she realized it would be unlike the man she had grown to if he had NOT done what he had.  Catch cared for his clan, maybe not so much with words and associations, but with his actions.  And he would be their protector, their champion. Or now their martyr. 

Her musing was halted when she felt a hand on her back. Catch's hand.  Uncertain and a little awkward, but that's what she expected from him.  It was such a simple little gesture, but she knew it was affection the best Catch knew how to show like this.  And so she smiled, feeling his appreciation through the simple touch. 

"Perhaps you could.  ... Postpone the blanket crafting for a while." 

She gave a wry smile and nodded.  And that was all the go-ahead he needed to take charge. He looked around for... a house.  No specific house, just a house.  Any would do, especially now with that burning in his gut growing.  He felt an urgent need to quench it now, not after errand running. Not minutes from now back at Hana's home.  Now

As such, he went up to a door, seemingly chosen at random, and rapped on the door.  Hana tagged along behind him, trying her best to look... something, she wasn't sure what.  Modest?  Unassuming?  Appreciative?  Catch didn't often exert his power or position as the unofficial alpha... but when he chose to it was so sudden and blunt and apologetic.  Yet so natural, like he was unaware that he was exerting himself over anyone. 

A middle aged man and woman opened the door.  Definitely packmates like everyone else in this village, but not anyone Catch knew especially well.  Or by name. 

The man looked surprised as he ushered his mate out of the way and immediately motioned Catch inside.  "Ah, Catch.  Come in, come in~" he welcomed.  But he didn't so much get moved aside before Catch was making his way in like he owned the place.  Not rudely just... curtly.  It was an assumed unspoken understanding in the village.  Catch was a guardian and champion of the pack. In return, he had as much free reign as Aidan did.  It was just such a surprise when Catch took advantage of that unspoken agreement, as he was so apt to keep to himself. 

"Evening," he said, his only cordial greeting.  He nodded to the female as well, then addressed either of them.  He looked around, sort of impatiently.  "What room is your bed in?" 

As soon as the older woman pointed the direction, Catch was making his way toward said room... removing his clothes as he went.  Hana gave a... sheepish?... apologetic?... appreciative smile and nod to the couple.  "Excuse us, and thank you." 

To which the couple nodded back, their own genial expressions confirming their understanding.  They had no experience of such, but it was easy to imagine that it could sometimes be awkward being the unofficial Alpha's chosen until one got used to it.  And everyone knew it wasn't always a walk in the park. 

"Hana."  Catch called/beckoned from the bedroom, trying not to sound completely demanding... but failing regardless.  And that put a skip in Hana's step as she waved to the older man and woman, chuckling a little.  "Right behind."

Yeah.  Catch had an itch that he had been desperately needing to scratch for some time. And apparently he was going to do it now.       

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #34 on: August 14, 2017, 05:35:15 am »
He was drawing her in like a moth to the flame, an intrigue that couldn’t be rationalized. The fire would burn away her wings, send her tumbling to the ground where she would forever be flightless and yet still she advanced.

The sound of the marketplace shifted from a jumbled buzz of commotion to more distinct conversations as she came to the back of a building on the edge. Keeping low and peering just enough past the corner that she could see the two as they paused at a stall on the far side of the street.

Val could feel her heart thump against her chest as she saw him, he looked conflicted and yet so damn sexy. Her hand had reached out a few inches before she snapped out of his and withdrew it. Cursing his name as she exhaled raggedly. Her body was crawling and itching, it wanted to be touched and needed something that she vowed to never give it, him

Annoyed and frustrated she punched the ground at her feet, the faint pain helped to clear away the foreign thoughts and focus on why she was here. She needed to know if he was in a similar state to her own restless agony.

With an exhale she peeked back around and saw the two moving towards the next house over. Once they were gone she shuffled over to the next building and moved all the way to the far end but she didn’t see the two any more. Furrowed brows had her wondering where they had went when she began to hear words exchanged within the house against her back. Even though she couldn’t make out the words, somehow she knew it was him. Her body quivered as his welcomed voice washed over her.

While she didn’t enjoy the fact that his voice made her feel better, she wasn’t going to pretend it didn’t happen. She would take this pleasure because it may give her the advantage she needed to outlast him. He was elevating her pain but she wasn’t doing the same for him. It was perfect.

Hoping to hear him more clearly Val began to move to a nearby window. If she could keep this up then perhaps her future wasn’t looking so grim. He would come crawling back to her and she would keep him as a pet. Her suffering would end and no one would ever know what really happened. Smirking as she closed her eyes. It was a wonderful vision.

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« Reply #35 on: August 14, 2017, 06:25:52 am »
Val would have just barely been missed getting hit with the chipped-paint wooden window she was listening near as it was opened faster than intended.  She would hear Hana's laughter first. 

"Easy! Don't make me break someone's house. We're-" 

Hana braced herself against the window to rebalance herself... and then paused for just a moment as she saw Val below.  She gave a sheepish "can't be helped" smile to her and gave her a wave... probably a bit awkward for Val since Hana was very much undressed at this point.  Not really awkward for a Truebreed, and thus was what Hana assumed.  Just a new face that she didn't recognize.  And a new... scent.  Wait.  There... wasn't a scent?  Or at least a very faint one?  What wa-

She didn't get to think much more about Val's lack of scent or say anything to her, as the woman lurched a bit further against the window, apparently pushed from behind. 

"Catch, hold on. There's an-uhhnn" 

Hana had to completely brace herself on the windowframe and Val was clear to see the whole thing from being just right there at it.  She would hear the bed squeaking inside as someone was definitely moving around and positioning behind the burnt girl.  Hana looked back at Val, puzzled... but the moment didn't last long at all as her face contorted, a strained but welcoming pain in her expression.  Her eyes squint shut and her teeth clenched as she let out a hiss and pained groan from the sudden... whatever the hell Catch was back there doing to her.  It would be left to Val's imagination as she couldn't see Catch from here and he couldn't see her. 

The girl grunted and folded her arms on the windowsill, letting her head fall onto them, not able to hold it up right now.  And suddenly the girl outside the window almost in arm's reach was a distant and lost memory. 

Val would then be assaulted by a violent serenade of grunts and groans and gasps.  Slaps of skin against skin, a bed squeaking loudly inside, and the sound of Hana's shoulders thumping against the windowframe as she practically hung out of it, getting nudged harshly against it with every sudden action going on behind her. 

And if Val was having ANY trouble getting in her mind's eye what was going on, Hana yelped and grit her teeth as Catch's large hand reached outside the window, taking hold of her hair and pulling her head up... leaving her partway in the window, part inside the house.  Neither with any care at this point about what sort of exhibition they might be putting on for anyone. 

But in a village of Truebreeds... such a thing that Val probably found quite audacious wasn't really anything to blink at to anyone else.  An occasional passerby might occasionally happen around and spare a glance... only to smirk or give a chuckle.  Their champion giving poor loveable Hana utter hell... and the unassuming girl eating it up~

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« Reply #36 on: August 15, 2017, 03:45:16 am »
She had froze when the window shot open, her initial thoughts were that he had discovered her presence and was about to call her out on it. However what popped out of the window was not at all what she had expected.

Seeing the stark naked woman bracing against the frame had a hint of color flushing Val’s cheeks, perhaps even more so when the woman saw her and waved. What the fuck? Why would she wave at her?

There wasn’t much time to dwell on that thought as the moment quickly led to sounds that caused her skin to crawl. The moans and grunts of the couple was like nails dragging across a chalk board. It felt as though they were deafeningly loud. They truly were a bunch of animals. They lived like savages, fought like savages and fucked like savages. It was appalling and yet she couldn’t help but grow aroused. Shameful thoughts of Catch doing the same things to her had a fire lighting in her sex.

Equally though she was feeling enraged. Pissed that he wasn’t suffering the way she was. He could touch another without feeling sick to his stomach. The fact that he could even get his cock anywhere near another woman when she couldn’t indulge in any pleasure, even those she tried to give herself.

That and he was with another woman…

No, that didn’t matter. She wasn’t pissed about that, she couldn’t be pissed about that. Besides, the woman wasn’t even that attractive, somehow that made her feel better about the whole thing even though she hated the idea of caring at all.

It was only when the the woman's head was pulled back that Val was able to snap out of her conflicting emotions. Shaking her head she forced her body to move, to run down the side of the building away from the window before she cut towards the woods in the direction she had come from.

She didn’t make it far however, sure she was out of sight but she had quickly dipped behind the first tree she reached and quickly unfastened her pants. Her body was on fire, covered in a soft sheen of sweat as she lowered to the ground. An unsteady hand quickly found her soaked slit, dipping two fingers inside before she began to furiously work herself up to an orgasim. Her moans were soft and muffled, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

Val just needed to alleviate herself. Being that close to him, seeing how he fucked… it was too much. Her body was in heat and it wasn’t going anywhere until it was satisfied. Only it would never fully be satisfied.

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« Reply #37 on: August 23, 2017, 05:15:10 am »
Unbeknownst to him, Val's proximity was what made him able to enjoy this. Amidst the fucking and pounding and thrusting from him, and the yelping and gasping and groaning from his partner... his subconscious was picking up on Val.  His mind was so caught up in the moment that he failed to acknowledge that it was none other than Little Red that the big bad wolf was imagining himself so harshly pounding away on.  And he was loving it. 

... Until she was gone. 

Because with her putting distance between them again, her image faded.  His desire grew, but not for the one at the end of his cock.  And suddenly it didn't feel right at all. It disgusted him on multiple levels; not at Hana, but at the thought plus the added sensitizing that the marking had endowed in him. 

Hana knew something was wrong when he so suddenly stopped and let her go, not even having to look back at him.  He would retreat from her like she had suddenly caught flame... and then lean over and start coughing and dry heaving in the corner of the room.  He felt sick... but he wasn't.  It was in his mind. His soul, even. 

Hana was understanding and sympathetic, of course.  She always was, and the news of what he had done changed nothing between them in her eyes.  Her heart ached not because of what he had done to the human girl and the implications of what all was to come... but she ached genuinely because of the suffering she knew that HE was martyring himself to.  He would go on to apologize and tell her that his repulsed reaction was in no way her fault-- several times even.  And she would spend the next several days assuring him that she understood completely, even telling him what else to expect from his actions.  She actually understood what he had done better than HE did.  As Catch was a creature of action who viewed consequences as being a bridge to be crossed when he came to them. 

So yeah. Some time would pass, and it would be a growing, special sort of hell for Catch.  ... Especially when the day came back around for Hana to leave again.  The unofficial alpha of the Truebreeds was a symbol of strength himself, and as such he didn't have any rock himself.  But if there was something CLOSE to one... it was Hana.  And things only got worse after her departure. 

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« Reply #38 on: September 05, 2017, 08:44:59 pm »
When Val returned home that night, her body ached worse than it ever had. Every muscle held unbearable tension within. Her efforts to satisfy the burning desires hadn’t worked and she had left the woods in worse shape than she had arrived. It was becoming apparent that every time she neared Catch that it was becoming harder and harder to leave his side and that wasn’t news she wanted to face. Knowing that if she wanted to remain free then she couldn’t risk getting near him again because something in her was growing and fighting for the opposite to happen. The lurking beast wanted Catch and Val was questioning her ability to keep it caged.

To make matters even worse, Luka was pressing her as to where she had spent the day. Val had managed to dodge the majority of his questions and redirect them to an upcoming mission but she knew he wasn’t fully satisfied. The way he looked at her, for the first time held scepticism.

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Each day that followed wasn’t any easier, she bore the same unquenchable desire and ache that she had since the day she was marked but she didn’t let it stop her and she certainly wasn’t going to go back to see Catch again. Instead she planned for an assault on another small pack to the south. It had kept her mind busy for the most part and kept the budding suspicions of her recent odd behavior at bay.

The assault was quick and clean. It was a small pack, if it could even be called that. They were a handful of wild lycans that lived like wolves instead of humans. Which made it easier to pick them off when the time came. It was a small win for the rebellion but meant a great deal to her people and yet she felt hollow. Several times she almost couldn’t pull the trigger as the wolf ran through her sights. Val just had to keep reminding herself that she wasn’t really one of them, they were animals and she was still very much human.

It would take them two days to return to where they had parked their caravan. After the first long day of traveling through the woods they had stopped to set up camp as the sun neared the horizon. The sky lit up with warm hues and her men went about their usual routine.  Val had pitched her tent and was sitting inside, trying to steady her breath and ignore the flash of lust that had rushed upon her. Long ruby locks grazed the floor as she braced herself against raised knees. It was a full moon tonight and all day her body itched and burned and now with the moon only an hour or so away she was growing impatient and restless.

Val knew she wasn’t going to transform into a beast but she still doubted her ability to maintain her composure as the night grew near. Things had begun to smell different, feel different and sound different. It was subtle at first but she was beginning to feel trapped around all of her men.. around all of these humans.

No

That wasn’t her thoughts. It couldn’t be. Frustrated she punched the ground beside her.

“Now what’s got you in such a poor mood?” Luka’s voice rang loud and clear in the tent as his head lingered in the entrance before he stepped in.

Val’s heart quickened as her emerald gaze shot up at him, shit.

“I was.. hoping that there was more of them to kill. We were expecting twenty and only found eleven.” An easy and true enough cover up. Val had been annoyed at the small number present but it was such a miniscule worry compared to what she was always dealing with.

Luka smirked as he moved beside her. His hand reaching up to glide along her jawline before his thumb and forefinger gently took hold of her chin and directed her gaze back his way, his lips growing ever closer to hers. In a low seductive voice he spoke. “That’s my girl. Let me help you release that rage.”

Her brows knitted together as he touched her, it took so much concentration to not immediately jerk away. They hadn’t slept together in nearly a month and it was becoming harder and harder to come up with excuses and refuse him. This was normally the kind of nights when they went wild upon one another, still filled with the energy of the fight but Val didn’t feel the same. She felt many things but none of them wanted anything to do with Luka.

Just as Luka was about to close his lips on hers she placed a hand on his chest, keeping him at bay. Her hand held the faintness of trembles, he likely didn’t even notice but Val did. “It’s been so long, why don’t we give our men the courtesy of letting them fall asleep before we get started.” A weak smile touch her lips “ Come by later and make sure you’re ready.”

It was exactly the perfect way to challenge him without denying him. Luka smirked and the look in his eyes told Val that he was certainly going to be ready. He had been holding everything in and was ready to free it all. “As you wish.” She whispered as he nibbled on her ear before he lifted and left the tent. Val held her breath until he was gone and then exhaled. Fuck, how was she going to get out of this one?

The whole situation made her want to leave the area even more and as the sun sets and night fell she found herself walking around the outskirts of the camp. Being under the moonlight was invigorating and even helped ease the pain she had been feeling but it made her want to move, to go…

During one of her loops she noticed that no eyes were upon her and she quickly dipped into the shadows. There was no logic to her actions, she was simplifying do what her body wanted and at the moment, it wanted to run under the comforting light of the moon. Once she was a few hundred feet from the camp, Val stripped down most of her armor so that she wasn’t weighed down but as she began to remove clothes she felt more and more free. Until she found herself in nothing but a matching pair of black underwear. A thin silk thong and lacy bralet. It was then that she began to run barefooted through the woods. She didn’t have a direction in mind, she was just going.

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« Reply #39 on: September 13, 2017, 05:56:42 am »
The days after Hana's leave were not kind at all to Catch.  His cravings grew; his anxiety and restlessness was worn about him like a cloak.  Sleep was a difficult achievement for the champion.  An incredibly odd and bothersome change, as rest had always come easy to Catch. Those with troubled sleep were often disturbed from their slumbers for exactly that... anxiety toward some sort of trouble.  Catch had never experienced that, as his mind never perceived trouble as trouble.  His confidence in himself and his strength and abilities so absolute that he never pondered on such things, knowing full and well that he would be able to take care of anything once he applied himself to it. 

But now?  His mind was constantly restless.  He was always tired, but unable to sleep for more than a few hours at a time (enough for most people, but very little for Catch).  It made him irritable and snappy, more unapproachable than usual but for different reasons other than his reverence. 

The most notable thing to him after Hana's prolonged departure was when Aidan called him in for a hearing with Lewlyn, the young leaders -not even an alpha yet- of one one of the smaller southern clans.  He reported of his uneasiness, as one of the other smaller southern clans had been almost entirely wiped out expect for a few survivors. The Wendigo tribe was too far off and through enemy territory to ask them for help, or else they would have.  So instead, he was having to come to the Truebreed for help.  No one liked making requests of the Truebreed, due to their differences from the other clans and packs and tribes.  They had no acceptance for "humanistic" ways simply because of the human-skins they wore, and as such this put them at distance and odds with the others.  But right now... Lewlyn needed help.  The Truebreed were a full tribe. And though they lacked the number of tribes such as the Wendigo or the Alroun... they were seen as the more reliable.  They were ferocious warriors, respected by all even if they were fewer in numbers and less agreeable.  Asking for their help was smart: like requesting the help of the 300 Spartans instead of the 1200 Roman militia. 

Aidan was demeaning, but sympathetic to Lewlyn's plight and so he talked to him at great length as Catch remained silent.  As was expected of the Alpha.  But Catch was simply dismissive when Aidan finally asked his counsel during their meeting.   

"If you and your leaders were not strong enough to protect your kin from a few morbid humans, then you shouldn't have left the protection of your tribe and should go crawling back to them."  He got up, finishing his drink and took his leave.  Having little patience for this.  "You're fools.  Birds, not wolves. So you should go back under the wing you took flight from.  You're not ready." 

And with that, he left.  The Alpha backing his champion's words before joining him. 

The two blood-brothers stood that evening, looking out over the woods and the setting sun.  Quietly and ponderously, well over and hour before Aidan finally spoke. 

"... You wish not to help them? To avenge them?" 

Catch spat over the side of the balcony.  "Of course I will." 

"I figured as much." 

"I'll wait until their bellies are full. Hit them when they're strongest and most capable.  Their little resistance has been allowed to go on long enough.  Lewlyn's pack may be weak... but they're kin, brother." 

"I don't doubt you can take them all alone, but you know I'll be going with you.  ... Backup?" 

Catch nodded.  It wasn't the Alpha insisting on his involvement as much as it was a leader speaking to his general.  Catch was the spear, Aidan was the shield. That's how it had been for generations, and that wasn't about to change any time soon.  Plus, it spoke to the truth of the Truebreeds if only the Alpha and the Champion went to settle this man vs wolf dispute that never should have even been allowed to spread their small spark into the campfire it had become. 

And truly, even with the tales of the formidable human resistance taking down entire packs and leaders of even the strongest tribes... there seemed to be absolutely no doubt in Aidan and Catch's minds that they could handle it easily by themselves.  And it was NOT an ignorant prideful confidence.  It was a very real and solid one.  The blood brothers were of a different league and caliber than ANY other wolf, so much that it was hard for most to imagine. 

"I'll attack their southern outpost alone. I'll do the damage, and when its evident to them that they don't have a fighting chance... you come in. Fresh for the battle. Let only one or two live so as to spread the word." 

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Just a few hours later, the sun was down.  Late enough for the humans to be settled, but not resting and vulnerable and unprepared.  They knew that if the wolves were to attack, it would be at night. So their guards wouldn't be down, especially not this early in the night.  Suicide to most... but Catch was looking to make a quick and efficient point.  He would overwhelm them while they were strong, seemingly without effort... and by himself. 

He didn't know that these were the same woods that Val was currently occupying, nor did he know that her increased proximity to him was what was causing him to feel less bothered and more sharp and focused.  As irony would have it... her being around him made him stronger

Right now, Catch was finishing up his latest bloody meal... a bear, of course.  Just as fate seemed to keep drawing him and Val around each other, fate also seemed to bring bears to Catch like a magnet. 

Having finished his meal, the naked man stood and looked out through the woods.  Eyes closed... listening.  Smelling.  Feeling.  The spirits of the earth and all of the... life around him.  The essence of the wolf that the humans could never understand, the therapeutic feeling.  They were children of nature, of the earth.  Their connection to the earth was a spiritual one. They weren't agents of death like some believed... if anything, they were spirits of life. Even the more violent and tribal ones like the Truebreeds.  Purely as nature had designed them. 

... But only a few more minutes now. He would release his most natural, fearsome form.  Thunder down on their sizeable southern encampment like a horrific and unstoppable god of nature. 

Tonight, they would truly understand that connection. And why their little "war" was a hopeless effort that they could not possibly win. 

... But his eyes suddenly opened again, disturbed AND comforted by a scent.  ... HER scent?  Surely not.  Not tonight of all nights. 

Damn it.  He had to ignore it.  He had to remain sharp and focused on the task at hand.  He could NOT allow himself to be distracted. 

... Not even by the other scents he was picking up.     

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« Reply #40 on: September 13, 2017, 07:18:57 am »
It was indescribable. The flow of energy through her body was astounding, unlike anything she had known before. It electrified her entire being, making everything that happened all the more keen. She could smell honeysuckles as if they were right under her nose, felt the soft texture of the grass as it squished under her feet and between her toes. Even the breeze seemed to have an entirely new embrace on her bare flesh.

So much about this little run of hers was new and exciting, so much so that she didn’t even stop to think about why it was was so different. Her senses were enhanced by the full moon thanks to the lycan virus running through her veins. While it paled in comparison to a true lycans, it was far more than the average human could ever experience.

Not only that but it seemed that the longer she was running, the more normal she was starting to feel. Was this the secret to surviving this curse without Catch? If all she needed to do was run on a full moon then she was certainly capable of beating this. Perhaps that meant she would have enough energy to make it to the next one. Afterall, if she can do it once she can do it again.

It was difficult to know just how long she had been running but as she came to a small clearing she slowed til she was just walking through the waist high grass that licked gently across her legs and hips while she strolled through it with outstretched arms. The moon was wonderful as it shone brightly in the night sky. For once she felt happy and she wasn’t sure why.

Val found herself simply lost in the moment until she heard a voice….

It took a moment for her to turn and find the source, then she heard it again, low and seductive. “A new twist on cat and mouse I see. Somehow i knew that tonight was going to be fun.” He smirked.

Luka, he had followed her. Val was frozen, confused about his presence. “ I have to admit, when i saw you dip into the woods i grew suspicious.” He had reached her now, his hand reaching out and gliding along the rolling curves of her side while his lips moved to her ear. “But then i saw you strip and i knew you wanted me to follow you. It’s been so long since we played this little game” His fingers dug into her rear as he bit her earlobe.

Val was stunned by the moment. Was this all a dream? No, it wasn’t and the more he touched her… the more she hated it… hated him. Anger was boiling under the surface and suddenly it snapped. With a quick movement she pushed him back off of her, a scowl on her face.

“Don’t touch me!” Her words were quick and impulsive and before she had a second to apologize Luka was right back where he started. Only this time his fingers coiled mercily into her hair, jerking her head back while his other hand roughly squeezed her breast despite Val trying to push him off.

Luka pulled her to the grown swiftly, pinning himself on top of her.
“Enough games Val. You wanted this and now i’m going to give it to you. I’m going to remind you of what it is that you love.” He was enjoying himself but he was also extremely sexually frustrated. Val had made many promises over the last month that she hadn’t kept and now… now he was going to take it.

Val managed to get a hand free and quickly threw a left hook. It collided with the solid jaw and for a moment there was silence. Her heart was racing and honestly she wasn’t sure why she was fighting Luka. She loved him. She wanted to be with him, so why all of a sudden was she throwing punches?

“Luka I’m sorry… i didn’t…” Before she could finish he stuck up his finger and wiggled it. Turning back he licked away the blood from his lips. “ Don’t ruin this. A rough night you promised and a rough night it will be. Don’t go soft on me now.” Without another word he grabbed Val and forced her over onto her stomach before he tore away the measly thong.

“Luka!” She screamed, both enraged and frightened. There was no reason to be afraid of Luka but in this moment she was. She could hear him loosening his pants while he pinned her hands above her head. Val cursed at him and wiggled beneath his weight but it didn’t help.

Her emotions were so conflicted that she didn’t know how she should feel about this. That was until she felt the broad head of his steely cock press to her slit. In that moment the only thing she felt was repulsion and fear. Val cried out as she felt him force his hard cock into her very unaroused sex. It wasn’t simply her body's unwillingness to accept him that brought pain but the mating bond that ensured that no pleasure would come from any man besides Catch.

The moon no longer comforted her but it burned, as if it too was ashamed of the acts being committed under its light. Val was in excruciating pain, beyond anything she had endured during battles and she wondered if it could actually kill her. Her hoarse voice tried to plead with Luka as he thrust into her without mercy.

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« Reply #41 on: September 14, 2017, 04:56:27 am »
-- "LUKA!"  --

Val and Luka actually weren't close to Catch. In the same woods, but not close.  Even with heightened senses, Catch would have only barely heard it.  But instead, it rang out like a sharp gunshot inside his own head.  It was deafening, painful.  And the shriek filled him a feeling of... was it dread?  A sound that unsettled his gut horribly. 

He ran. 

Full sprint.  Running. He didn't know why, he didn't know where to.  He just started running in a single direction, and he somehow knew he was going to right direction and more importantly, doing the right thing.  His strong, long legs carried him quickly and diligently in great strides through the forest, likely able to run down deer even in this human shell of his.  The feeling was almost foreign to him, as it had likely been the better part of a century since he felt this sort of urgency.  The need to push out all of his power in order to make such great strides. 

After a while, he could hear the shrieks and grunts.  Like a whisper.  Then seconds later... more clearly. Then seconds later... as if he was right there with them.  And each beat of his heart felt like it was shaking him to his very soul.  Like every thrust done to Val was some unspeakable act done to him.  It wounded his pride more than any knife could ever wound his flesh. 

...................................................

He didn't even take time to assess who the two people fucking in the woods were.  He couldn't be bothered, he didn't check.  He just knew that for some inexplicable, his SOUL would not let him go without breaking this up... and punishing the one on top, perhaps both, for this horrible desecration to him that shouldn't have been any sort of desecration. 

So wrapped up in the rage and urgency of the moment, Val's scent went completely ignored.  But for the past quarter of a mile, covered so quickly, the increasing proximity made the act more vulgar and offensive to him... fueled his rage in ways that the normally calm and docile Catch had never experienced before.  Not even when his elder and dear friend was killed by the humans. 

As such, well... 

Yeah. He practically ran over Val and Luka like a damn truck.  Not a tackle, not a shove.  Simply running over them with his powerful body.  Luka would definitely take by far the harshest brunt of it, but it would send Val tumbling too just from the residual force. 

And if Luka wasn't dead from being wrapped around the tree he surely collided with... he would wish he was shortly. 

Catch stood tall, large and imposing.  Panting and sweating, a wild and raged look in his eyes.  He cast Val a glance, for the first time acknowledging who she was.  He snarled down at her and unconsciously, spitefully kicked at her a pile of leaves and twigs that had been unintentionally piled by Val and Luka's rummage.  His look held rage and urgency but also... disappointment? 

By the part of him that subconsciously acknowledged Val as a warrior of her people.  The part that screamed to him that she was his mate, whether she or he liked it or not.  ... Disappointment that a fighter such as her, his chosen mate, would allow herself to be taken like that so easily.  Almost willingly and without putting a knife in his ear.  He had no rational clue why it hurt and offended him so, but it CLEARLY did. 

... And if it wasn't clear, it was when he turned his attention to Luka. The one who would NOT be let off the hook for this offence that he had unknowingly committed. 

Catch was on him in about two rapid blinks, grabbing him in an otherworldly strong grip by the cloth and flesh of his back like both were one and the same.  He lifted him off the ground, not caring for any amount of pain it put him in.  He looked directly, spitefully and daring into Luka's face, his eyes and jaw beginning to shift to something that was far from anything resembling human. 

"She is mine," he growled in some language that was either forgotten to the throws of time... or that simply didn't exist in this world in the first place.  "And I'll honor you to be a warning to those who may dare think otherwise." 

... Luka would likely scream like a man who realized his last few seconds in this world.  It wasn't a question of gall or bravery.  Because even the world's bravest man would surely lose himself to fear when looking into the murderous face of an earthtouched god

The next few seconds were quick and gruesome.  Catch would take his changed maw and bite into the side of the man's neck.  Only deep enough to cause a small tear despite the fact that he likely could have removed his head with that bite.  But it wasn't meant to be a quick and relatively painless death. He was going to SUFFER his last seconds.  As was evident when Catch then grabbed him under the chin... and began to lift.  The sound of tendons and fibers popping and cracking and the tear in his neck widening.................

.... until his head was completely removed.  The body dropped to the ground twitching, and the head tossed fiercely against the nearby tree with a sickening and messy splatter. 

Next... he turned to Val, his breathing heavier than it had been before.  He strode over to her, his glare upon her.  But.. something in his demeanor said that she was not in any risk of meeting the same fate. 

"Stand up.  NOW."  He commanded.  And he voice left zero room for delay or rejection.     

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« Reply #42 on: September 14, 2017, 06:01:01 am »
Nails dug into the earth as her body started to dry heave at the acts that were being committed against her. It was then that Luka started to notice that once again this wasn’t her normal behavior. Just as he slowed the world began to spin. Val felt her body rolling and sliding across the earth and somehow that pain was welcomed over what she was experiencing.

Her dazed expression lingered on Catch for a moment before the realization of who he was kicked in. The snarl sent a chill up her spine but more than that, it comforted her. It eased her pain and somewhere deep inside she felt relieved to see him. Somehow it didn’t last though because the look that he gave her cut deep. It wounded her spirit, or rather, some part of her growing wolfs spirit.  To see the look of disappointment in her mates eyes was unsettling and made her want to do anything to change that.

 However as he kicked the debris her way she shielded her eyes and grew annoyed. Remembering why it was that she didn’t want to see him and why she didn’t care about how he saw her. He was still a beast and she still despised him and no matter what he thought, she wasn’t his mate.

There wasn’t time for her to charge the beast and attack, not that she had any weapon around to do so with, before she heard the odd words from Catch and soon saw blood.

NO!

Wide eyes she watched as Catch ripped Luka’s head from his body. Killing him slowly and painfully. Val could hear the sound of him choking on his own blood and the screams of his agony. They echoed in her mind long after they faded. She had screamed at her body to move, to do anything but it refused. It stayed right where it was as though it were waiting for something…..

Then he spoke. No. He commanded. Commanded that she stand and just like that her body lifted from the ground. Anger was boiling as her clenched fist shook at her side. What the fuck was happening?! She wanted to kill him, to watch him suffer the way Luka did but her body didn’t do anything she commanded of it. Instead it did as he commanded.

“I’ll kill you for this.” Tears trailed down her cheek as she stared straight at him, right into those warm...sexy… amber eyes. They were hungry, behind the rage, behind the disappointment… they were starving… She wanted to satisfy that hunger...to satisfy him.

Rather unexpectedly Val screamed a deep agonizing cry of rage and frustration. Her own mind was against her and it was all his fucking fault! She didn’t have a weapon and she didn’t care. She lunged for Catch, intent on harming him somehow.
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« Reply #43 on: September 14, 2017, 07:58:01 am »
She stood as he commanded.  But it didn't do anything to ease his mood.  It didn't please him as being an accomplishment any greater than seeing the sun rise in the morning. It was an expectation.  The wolfen side of her was growing more and more, and it sought to please him.  It wasn't an achievement on his part, simply the way things were.  Suns rise, leaves fall, and Catch is obeyed

The slight sliver of surprise came when he found she still had the will to fight him.  And... damn if it didn't make him aroused.  But then again... perhaps he did sort of expect it from her.  She WAS a warrior, afterall. 

He caught her and stopped her assault easily enough, taking her by the wrists and holding her in place. 

... The actually looked at his own hands, a sort of surprise, as they buckled slightly under her strength.  She was nowhere near overpowering him... but Catch had held off bears and barely had his wrists buckle before. Her rage was fueling her growing lycan side.  And... damn she was going to be a strong and powerful one when she truly awakened. 

But for now... 

He merely shoved her back onto the ground and loomed over her.  Pausing for a moment to stare her down. 

"Get up," he commanded once more. 

It was likely a compulsory reaction, the drive to obey him.  Even if she actively didn't want to, it was in her nature at this point to please him. 

So when she got up again, the rage likely still running through her... she would do so, only to find him grabbing the side of her face and throwing her into the leaves and grass once more.  Face down.  And in a split, he was over her and on the ground as well, his hand pressing hard on her back, forcing her breasts and face roughly against the ground. 

He'd let her have whatever yelling or screaming or frustrated fit until she grew tired of it. Letting her say whatever, unphased.  And then he would continue as if nothing she said or did mattered to him.  He kept her pressed into the ground, a position fitting for one like her. 

"Up on your knees, rear up.  That creature's scent is on you.  In you.  And I'm going to erase it." 

And that was it. Like the act he was about to do was stemmed from desire, but in the end nothing more than the act of erasing the stink of her now-dead lover from her. 

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« Reply #44 on: September 14, 2017, 07:23:25 pm »
Val’s war cry, as it were, continued even after he caught her wrists. Only it was fueled by the fact that her body now welcoming his touch. His hands on her flesh had eased nearly every bit of physical pain that ailed her, all but the raw tears in her sex inflicted by Luka. Her stomach didn’t ache, her muscles weren’t sore and she didn’t feel the mental exhaustion that came from constantly fighting the pain.

It really pissed her off.

She felt strength but it didn’t compare to his. Being tossed to the ground once more like she was a rag doll. Tears still streamed from her eyes as she looked back up at him, they were tears of hate. She hated him, more than she thought was possible.

Get up.

The command resonated deep within her and while she tried to fight it, she couldn’t. Under the full moon she was at the mercy of her emerging wolfs desires, especially since he was here in such close proximity. Val could smell him, his scent tickled her nose and elicited the spark of arousal. He did smell good…

Val felt exposed and vulnerable as she obeyed his order and rose once again. Her body was further covered in dirt and sweat and she looked like she might have belonged in the wild. She was going to speak, to taunt him as her hatred for him and this situation grew, but he was shoving her to the ground once more. Only this time he followed suite.

If he was trying to break her, this wouldn’t work. He may have power over her now… but it wouldn’t last. She would fight him till the day she died.

She was silent and still has he pressed her to the ground. If he wanted to see her panicked and scared, he would be disappointed. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction because she knew he wouldn’t kill her. He wanted her to suffer so what worse could he do.

However she was mistaken, there was worse and it was about to happen. The beat of her heart quickened as her body slowly moved in accordance with his orders. Now she was starting to panic. “ You’re the creature here not him and you better not fucking touch me!” There was a small quiver to her body as it began to grow excited at the notion that he would touch her. It craved him and it wanted nothing more than for him to do just that. Her womb was spasming as the dreaded anticipation built.

“You’ll lose if you do this… you will have come to me in the end.” Smirking as she realized that he had in fact come to her. Why? Why not let her suffer as Luka fucked her. He had to of known it was painful and isn’t that what he wanted, for her to be in pain?

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« Reply #45 on: September 15, 2017, 04:10:34 am »
He was hard in an instant, and through no will of his own. But admittedly, her unreserved obedience was assisting that. 

He huffed at her desperate -verbal- attempts to get him to stop. 

"Keep telling yourself that if it makes it all more bearable." 

And with that, there was no warning or preparation. He thrust against her from behind, halted only for a moment, as it was a tight fit.  Catch's endowment was exactly like one would imagine someone like him having.  Beyond that, even. 

So once he stretched some room, harshly and without hesitation, he plunged fully into her.  And then again... and again.  His pace was hard and constant, and he showed no signs of letting up on her or taking it easy. 

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« Reply #46 on: September 15, 2017, 04:47:11 am »
Val could barely see over her shoulder up at him as he spoke and in her next breath she felt his cock squeeze into her tight slit. With a cringe she dug her nails into the ground and groaned through clenched jaws.

Fucking hell.

He didn’t give a moment's time to adjust before he fully submerged into her. Luckily her body had been aroused just by his presence but it didn’t have enough time to prepare for his size. The pain couldn’t be ignored but it brought a deep satisfaction with it. Having him inside of her offered its own degree of bliss even if he didn’t intend it to.

The rough thrusts weren’t the same as the way he had fucked the girl in his town. This felt almost mechanical, not attachment. Neither of them were truly enjoying this emotionally but her body was on the verge of turning that pain to pleasure.

During one hard thrust she moaned, she didn’t want to, didn’t want him to hear the pleasure that was building but it couldn’t be silenced. Quickly she spoke in hopes of covering it up.

“Thank you,  I’m no longer worried about crawling back to you and begging for your cock.”

A wide grin spread across her lips and she even chuckled.

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« Reply #47 on: September 15, 2017, 11:12:59 am »
Even through his growing arousal, he couldn't stop the humor caused by her comment from budding forth. 

He gave her a few VERY hard thrusts, looking to literally fuck the attitude out of her.  Her buried himself all the way in her, not caring about any objections or agony she had.  He didn't want her to enjoy this, and so if he had cared enough to hear a groan of pleasure, he would have taken it as a challenge.  While buried, he leaned forward, intentionally lifting over her more than needed... giving her even more of a hard stretch with the new angle. 

He leaned over further, to whisper in her ear. 

"Is that really what you think, Little Red?"  He voiced told that if that's what she really thought, then she was VERY wrong.  In the next moment, he snatched a handful of her hair, causing her to suddenly arch up and back into him. If she didn't help keep herself steadied, he would be holding her off the ground by her hair. 

"You'll crawl to me in due time.  Be it for my cock, my presence, or any sliver or scrap I decide to gift to my new pet." 

His other hand ripped her bra from her body like the sturdy cloth were made from thin paper.  He then withdrew from her, but only long enough to flip her over onto her back.  As soon as that was done, he rammed his member into her fully once more, scooting her across the ground a little with each thrust. 

His eyes observed her in a different way for the first time.  Her features, the shapes of her body.  Her expressions.  He had never cared for one's appearance before, but this one... she was dutifully attractive.  Or perhaps that was simply the nature and the marking that led him to believe so.  But regardless, he wanted his hands over every inch of her body. 

He paused his grunts and thrusting a short time later when his eyes were drawn to the bra he had torn from her. 

"Your wrists. Give them to me," he commanded. 

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #48 on: September 15, 2017, 10:32:52 pm »
Val groaned and stifled a cry of pain as he shoved his cock further in her with the strength of a beast. His leaning forward only offered to deepen the depth and spark a new flare of pain through her body. The sound of her ass clapping against his thighs echoed loud enough that he might not of heard the moan that followed when he jerked her head back.

Rising onto her hand as her body bowed. Lightly biting her her lip as she allowed the pain to wash over her. She’d had rough sex before with Luka but this was different…. and she liked it. It was hard to keep her anger going when so much of her body wanted him to continue.

His words brought pictures to her mind of her literally crawling towards him. She was naked and on all fours with a look of complete desire engraved in her features as she made her way to his cock. She would beg him to take her….

No. She couldn’t be a pet, she was to stubborn and hard headed. Val knew she would fight him till her last breath. He couldn’t break her.

A flip. Then another round of harsh thrust to her sex had her body struggling to find the pleasure it once had. Even through the pain there seemed to be an underlying pleasure that came from the fact that he was inside her but it wasn’t enough to bring her near an orgasim, it simply made it easier for her to accept the massive cock that her mate wielded.

She could feel the dirt sliding across her back as he fucked her and when he paused she had a slight quiver in her legs while her emerald eyes opened to look at him. She hadn’t had her eyes open since he flipped her, not wanting to look at him because she knew she would only desire him more.

Hearing his rugged voice command her elicited an obedient response as she began examining his body. She found him … sexy.. the wildness of his nature was emanating from him and it stirred something within her. She could feel her need for him deepening and before she realized it her hips had willingly rocked against his cock, moving it around within her sex while she waited for him to bind her wrists.

“ Time for another lesson?” She cooed. What was wrong with her, she didn’t want to enjoy this or draw it out longer than it needed to be but once more she felt as though her body wasn’t her own. Her tongue was seeking ways to ensnare Catch so that he would pleasure her. The wolf inside was growing bolder and its need for its mate’s affection was allowing it to break free of its dark cage.


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« Reply #49 on: September 16, 2017, 01:52:11 am »
He paused, wrapping and stretching the scrap of cloth tightly and unmoving around her wrists.  Not really any sort of sexual thing about it (in this situation): just a literal restraint. One that she couldn't get out of without considerable time and struggle. 

He had the presence of mind, even in the heat of the moment, to leave a loop and "rope" of the cloth remaining.  To be used later once he was finished with her. 

Attention back on the situation at hand now... yeah.  The look about her, and that "coo" in her voice... she was taking too much enjoyment from this.  Which... very well.  If she could take pain for pleasure like that, then so be it.  He would simply give her enough to ensure that she wanted more. 

"A lesson, is it?" 

He buried himself completely in her once more and left it there.  His hands both reached out and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them hard and cruel.  His hands were large enough to nearly wrap completely around each. After fondling them roughly for a bit, he squeezed them again just as hard and then pushed them together, squeezing harder.  And tighter.  And harder.  As strong and tight as any imaginable vice. 

... And then he took that nearly immeasurable strength of his, and pulled.  More and more until he had lifted her upper half off the ground that way.  Any pain she seemed to show only drove him to dish out more. 

And so he started his long, hard thrusts into her again, this time the leverage and lift assuring that she wasn't scooting across the ground.  She was anchored.  He too began to grunt along with his thrusts, starting to enjoy this more. 

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« Reply #50 on: September 16, 2017, 03:21:36 am »
There was a glint in her eyes as he acknowledged her words. Soon it was followed by a low moan as he shoved deep within her walls. Could she truly handle what he was going to do to her? She watched him, gauged his movements as he took hold of her breast and began to abuse them in ways she had never experience. Clenching her jaws she winced and groaned.

“Fuck…” Hoarsely whispering as she grasped for the pleasure that so mercilessly illuded her. Then came the pulling. Her torso rose with a cry as he lifted her by her breast. The pain was overwhelming and was only dampened by the returning strokes of his cock.

Val cursed under her breath for a moment before she leaned up into one of his thrust, hooking her bound wrist behind his head. It was starting to feel good as a little tingle budded in her sex. Slowly she found herself pulling closer to Catch, her eyes locked on his as her hips slid up his thighs, her chest coming closer to his so that she no longer hung by them. She was pushing back now until stopped. Bringing them so that she sat on his lap, her hips taking on the pace of the moment. Rocking back and forth against him with as much fire and force as she could muster.

Another low moan, this time in was right by his ear. His skin felt so soft, so wonderfully amazing against her own. It was starting to electrify her senses as she inhaled his scent deeply and purposefully. Damn he smelt good.

“Catch…” She whispered low and seductively in his ear. This was bad… very bad. Val was actually enjoying the moment. It made no sense. She was fucking a beast that had just murdered the man she loved and yet it all felt right. Luka’s death didn’t phase her in this moment, hell… he deserved to die...

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« Reply #51 on: September 16, 2017, 05:46:33 am »
Unexpectedly, she used the new bindings to her advantage.  Admirably resourceful of her in the moment, all considered.  She took it upon herself to make things easier and more enjoyable for herself.  And well... that take charge mentality was admirable too.  Unfortunately. 

As such, he would allow her this for a while.  And so he kept on as he was with her, letting himself lapse into it and enjoy himself for a few minutes as well. 

But then after a while, he felt like he was forgetting something. 

Aidan

And suddenly it came to him.  So he slowed his pace to call them both out of them moment. Slowly.  He had to go. He had wasted too much time here. But before he left, he had to make something clear to her.  As such.... 

His hands clenched back to her breasts and seized them once more in the same exact fashion as he had before. 

"Let go and listen."  The dreaded command for her to take her bound hands from around his neck.  Which meant he would be holding her up by her breasts once more.  The pain to get her attention and make sure he point stuck with her.

Once she did, he'd hold her like that for a bit before he withdrew from her and his hands squeezed harder. 

"Until you do come crawling to me, you'll not lay with another again.  Is that understood?" 

And indeed, he'd let her remain like he had her until he got the answer he wanted. 

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #52 on: September 17, 2017, 02:27:15 am »
Vals fingers gently coiled into his dark hair as her hips worked his cock between her thighs. The steady budding of pleasure was offering a greater release than she had anticipated and she was nowhere near climaxing.

It was a bit foolish for her to expect that this would end with the ultimate release. As Catch slowed their movements and ordered her once more she stilled. Her wrists unhooked from his head while she winced at the new pain in her breast. Her emerald eyes finding his warm ambers with a stern look that she hoped hid the need within, she didn’t want him to stop.

Hearing his next order she clenched her jaws and remained silent for a time. She still wanted very much to see him suffer, it was just hard to access that rage and loathing when his cock was buried in her. Finally she spoke. “Then neither will you.”

She understood alright, that it was his desire for her to not do such acts with another but she wasn’t going to let him claim her if she couldn’t do the same. Val smirked lightly, she humored at the idea of giving him orders and him actually obeying. If he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants then she sure as shit wasn’t going to let him put a cage over hers.

Val knew that she wouldn’t enjoy any acts with another man but she would endure the pain just to spite him if need be.

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« Reply #53 on: September 18, 2017, 04:13:23 am »
Catch narrowed his eyes at her in response... and gave a harder squeeze just to accentuate his point. 

"That is not how this works, Little Red."

He stared into her eyes and... they seemed to have an unspoken agreement.  Neither of them would promise anything to the other.  But they seemed to be in agreement.  Catch was drawn to Val, but his heart was with Hana.  Outside of that... he desired no one else.  And unfortunately, the affliction he had put on himself seemed to assure that he wouldn't be trying to lay with Hana again. 

So... who else was there, really? 

Finally, he released her and let her fall back on the ground.  Withdrawing from her, he stood as well.  He took the opportunity of her likely being a little stunned and semi-obedient to his advantage.  He lifted her to her feet easily enough, and then grabbed her by her bound wrists... lifting her off the ground just as easily. 

He took the remaining "rope" part of the makeshift bindings and wound it around a low hanging tree branch.  So that when he let her go, she was suspended off the ground by her wrists. 

He stepped back and acknowledged that it would do.  He was confident that with her strength and talents, she would get out after a bit of time and struggle.  And that was okay.  It would keep her out of the fire long enough for what he and Aidan were going to do.   

Now that their passionate tangle was over... a fair bit of his anger was returning.  Not strongly, since he wasn't in any sort of close relation to Lewlyn's pack.  But... it was a principle of the matter, sort of thing. 

As such he looked at her and sighed, shaking his head.  More disappointed than angered for once.  "Lewlyn's tiny pathetic pack.  I don't understand... they likely don't have a full thread of malice between them.  Killed like that.  Grown to your eye, I'm sure.  But still so young... they were practically all children.  I just... don't understand it." 

He wasn't actually trying to stir guilt with his words.  He was trying to rationalize out SOME sort of understanding.  As pathetic as he viewed Lewlyn and his pack, he would never wish any harm on them.  Just like they would have never wished harm on anyone else.  Even now, Lewlyn didn't want Catch and Aidan to KILL the humans.  He had come to them hoping more for protection than anything. 

... But he would be getting the "Truebreed" protection.  They wouldn't be bodyguards. They would merely wipe out those they needed protection from. 

Catch shook his head again.  "No matter.  One of your camps is near here, right?  ... We'll give you the same courtesy you gave him.  We'll leave a couple of survivors to tell the tale." 

... The grim reality of that for VAL would be... that there were a LOT more people at that camp than wolves they had killed during that last hunt.  A lot more.  Catch wasn't talking about killing as many humans as they had wolves. He was talking about leaving as man alive as they had in Lewlyn's pack.  And that number... one barely needed a single hand to count them on. 

With that Catch began breathing heavily and knelt down.  And he began... changing.  Right before Val's eyes.  His hair grew, his muscles expanded.  His bones seemed to contort. 

With a loud and primal yell, his voice changed to something more animalistic.  And when he rose... his half-man/half-wolf form was likely largest, strongest, and most intimidating one she had seen.  Just as Catch was much larger than most men in his "human" form... the same was true for his transformed state compared to other lycans.  He was every last bit of 10 feet tall and likely then some.  With a muscular form to match.  But his features were more... wild.  More beastly than most.  Showing Catch's affinity for his "beastly" side. 

It was the "werewolf" form of horror movies.  More true to the horrifying visage than any other. 

... But he didn't seem to be finished.  Whereas that was the "prime" state for most, Catch leaned over again... and his shifting continued. 

And when he was done, he had gone from a beast to a monster.  Whereas the "wolfman" form was between a man and a wolf, THIS form was between the "wolfman" and a wolf. 

It was a monster.  Hunched back on completely canine legs, clawed hands on the end of human-shaped fur covered arms... a maw full of razor teeth that dripped saliva, and animal eyes that didn't hold a shred of humanity in them.  It "walked" swiftly on the two canine legs but remained hunched over at all times, built to pounce and tear its prey limb from limp.  A creature of pure destruction and malice.  It was absolutely terrifying to behold, moreso than any number of transformed lycans together.  ... And Catch could have very well been the only one capable of such a form. 

It spelled NOTHING good for the camp he was about to enter.  And to Val?  ... It was likely hard for her to even imagine how any of them could survive that monster. 

It fell back on it's canine legs, and with a shrill and sharp MONSTROUS scream... it sprung off swiftly into the night, tossing up throws of dirt and grass behind it with each powerful spring. 

... And whereas Val might have been accustomed to the occasional howls of transformed werewolves... now she would only hear the occasional shrill and terrifying scream from that monster... getting further and further way..........

................... until the far and distant agonizing screams of men joined in a terrifying chorus with it.   

 

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #54 on: September 18, 2017, 05:05:22 am »
The expression on her face read like a cocky statement of ‘isn’t it?” While they had their little staring competition in which neither backed down and yet they both knew the truth of the situation. Neither of them wanted to endure the pain that came when they lay with another so it likely would be the result by default.

Val couldn’t help but chuckle as she fell to the ground. It was a bit ridiculous just how strong he was and some part of her wanted to have that same strength.

“Don’t get us to this.” Offering as he picked her up without any resistance. Val was too lost in the fact that she wasn’t in any pain for the first time in a month to fight him. In truth it was thanks to him that she had this moment of relief. It didn’t surprise her that he was tying her up in the woods, expecting her to free herself but what was surprising is what came from his lips.

Her brows knitted together as he spoke of a pack…. was he speaking of the wolves they had killed just the other day? How did he know about that? Val’s focus was returning as she focused on his features, not finding his expression appealing as he seemed disappointed and a bit exasperated with her.

Worse yet, he was going for her camp, her men. At that Val thrashed from her bindings, trying to move herself down the limb.
“Don’t you fucking do it!” Anger built along with fear as she realized the gravity of the situation. He was going to slaughter the majority of her men and since he was a fucking animal, it wouldn’t be quick. He would offer no mercy to the men that had gunned down his kin.

As he began to shift before her she screamed his name. This wasn’t happening. She couldn’t stay here, hanging in the woods naked while the beast that marked her goes off to kill her men after having decapitated Luka and fucking her in the woods. For the first time she felt tears building in her eyes.

Soon though they turned to horror as she watched what he could become. She thought his initial shift was something to fear but by the time he fully shifted in the monstrous form that stood hunched before her, she truly feared him. Val had never seen anything like it had her stilling in place as she hung there, transfixed on the beast until he ran out of sight.

It was hard to breath after he left and she found herself consumed with panic and loneliness. The cries of her men in the far off distance had her trembling as she let out her own loud cry of anger as she felt like a failure in the moment.

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Val found herself standing on the edge of her camp where she left her clothes. There was no way to face her men naked, she couldn’t let them know what had really happened in the woods. Still trembling she dressed herself and walked towards the camp. Watching as the gory scene came into view. Blood was splayed all over the area, across tents and soaked into the earth in large heaps. Body parts were scattered throughout and it looked as though hundred of people had been butchered.

She took to looking for survivors, finding a whopping nine men left alive. Their injuries weren’t life threatening but they were much larger than a simple scratch. Everyone was too shaken up to worry about getting any stories from one another and Val certainly wasn’t going to pressure them to explain what happened because she already knew. Instead she gathered what was left of her people and headed back for the base.

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« Reply #55 on: September 19, 2017, 05:57:24 am »
Throughout time, there have been tribal and barbaric acts of revenge and intimidation.  Entire camps and tribes slaughtered.  And usually when that happens, the intention and threat is made obvious. They'll hang bodies outside gates, post heads on spikes, or whatever barbaric act of terrorism and intimidation was found most fitting. 

... This one was a bit different.  Transformed wolves are grand hunters.  And they're surprisingly good at mixing up their tracks, leaving them indistinguishable, or some of the more naturally gifted... leave no tracks at all. 

That wasn't the case this time.  Apparently the ones responsible for this INTENTIONALLY left their tracks very noticeable.  And the act of intimidation?  The evidence that all of this had been done by TWO lycans.  Just two.  And they had not attacked while everyone was vulnerable.  The first, Catch, had stormed in trumpeting his coming with that terrifying monstrous scream.  EVERYONE in the camp was made aware that he was coming for them many times, and so they had ample time to stop him. 

And they had very much tried.  The ground being littered with various weapons and bullet casings was evidence to that.  But it hadn't mattered.  Two lycans had single-handedly taken out a small army

It was the stuff of legend, really.  Terrifying legend.  Proof that their little resistance to the lycans had gone noticed, drawing the attention of just the right ones.  ... And now they likely wished they hadn't noticed. 

- - -

Once Val and the shambled remains of her camp were back to their base (a really quick trip with so few people), she'd likely get back to shower and take to solitude in her room to contemplate over everything.  And probably on the order to not bother her unless there was an emergency. 

So it probably came as an expected but still unwelcome intrusion when there was a knock at her door during the late hour. 

"Ma'am.  I'm so sorry to bother you.  But I must talk to you about what happened..." 

Understandable right?  So equally understandable that she'd open the door, even if begrudgingly.  Probably having expected one of her terrified men to come to her to recount what they saw... even if just as a confirmation that they indeed were not crazy, considering what they had seen. 

... But it probably WAS to her surprise to see Aidan standing there.  Dirty and shirtless, hair caked with blood.  Looking like every one of the men she had come back with.  And buttoning a pair of bloodied and shredded jeans... obviously taken from one of those he had killed.  But all considered?  To anyone but Val, his disguise was perfect.  Even with having done NOTHING but grabbing a pair of jeans.  It was no wonder he had made it to the commander's room unbothered and without raising questions.  Knowing her location?  Yeah, he knew her scent. Easy enough to find her.  Especially with Aidan's scent all over her

He wouldn't give her enough time to shout or anything, pushing her swiftly and hard.  Easily enough to send her toppling back across the floor.  And she was strong, tough.  So without a doubt, she would be quick to regain herself and ready to get to her feet to strike back.  Except as soon as she could even look back up at her attacker... he was there, knelt and perched in front of her.  He quirked his brows and brought a finger to his lips, gesturing her to remain quiet. 

"Don't stand up.  Those legs actually look good on you."  ... perhaps the most subtle yet chilling threat to snatch someone's leg off. 

There he was.  The alpha of the truebreeds.  He looked small and scrawny compared to Catch, but he still held the aura and poise of an Alpha.  A very powerful one.  And truly, even compared to other alphas, Aidan was in a league of his own.  And Catch?  Well... the champion was even a step above him

But even with the weaker of the two being here, Val was still smart enough to know that if he wanted or if provoked to... he could single-handedly blaze a legend through this base greater than the one he AND Catch had left at the previous camp.  The only difference was that the camp earlier?  ... The duo hadn't been trying.

"I'm just here to talk, as the alpha of the Truebreeds to the commander of the human resistance, believe it or not.  ... Unless you wish to let your pride find its way into your words or tone.  In which case, please.  Give me a reason...

Yeah.  Catch could find almost a playful sort of humor to her pride and remarks that no one else ever seemed to have the guts to shell out to him.  Aidan, however?  Yeah. He wasn't having any of that.  The champion may find an odd sort of humor in her prideful defiance; the alpha did not.   

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« Reply #56 on: September 20, 2017, 12:49:16 am »
Pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. She was restless as she tried to process what had happened today. It all felt like a distant memory that was nothing more than a dream. Luka was dead, most of her men were dead and she had fucked the man… no, creature… responsible. Frustration was an understatement. Her body wanted nothing more than to run to Catch, to beg him to finish what he had started. Her mind on the other hand was livid at the idea that she could possible want such a man after what he had done.

It took an additional knock on the door before she actually paused in her movements, realizing what was happening. Shit. Well it was bound to happen. Taking a deep breath she tried to focus on what she was going to say, if anything, about the situation.

Opening the door she was immediately greeted with a shove to her chest, sending her backwards. Dark emerald narrowed and her adrenaline flared as she was preparing to fight however had dared to charge her in such a fashion. Yet what she was met with was Aidan before her with his finger to his lips while he commanded she stay down.

Clenching her jaw she eyes the man, why was he here? More than anything she wanted to disobey him, mostly out of spite. However the wolf in her was keenly aware of his presence and the authority he held over her as an alpha wasn’t something that it would permit her to disregard.

But he was making it so very hard to fall in line like a good little pup. Perhaps she was a glutton for trouble. “I wonder how much Catch would appreciate you laying a hand on me. “ Really she was testing the waters, curious if the alpha would in fact hurt her if she sassed off to him. Better yet, she wanted to know how Catch would handle it. Wolves were possessive and protective of their mates, would he be that way since he practically deserted her. Only one way to find out.

That and she didn’t like being told what to do, especially by a man charging into her room uninvited

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« Reply #57 on: September 20, 2017, 06:28:27 am »
Aidan quirked his eyebrows and took on a ponderous look.  Aidan was actually pretty unique for an alpha.  Even with being perhaps the most powerful one, he was casual and didn't demand loads of respect with every step he took.  He was actually very personable and charismatic, even for being a Truebreed. 

As such, he actually didn't take Val's "sass" as an insult.  He considered it more like a reasonable question. She had right to fear him and worry for her safety, and thus it was reasonable for her to want to know how much protection being Catch's mate provided her. 

Finally, Aidan slowly nodded.  "You're right.  Catch would be very displeased with me. It would cause a problem."  He sighed a little and shrugged.  However...  "... But Catch has been very displeased with me before, and I him.  We've had problems before.  ... Yet I still remain his closest brother.  It's a bond, you see.  Kinship."  Aidan pursed his lips, seemingly in sympathy.  "Sad really.  I doubt that kind of closeness and connection is something you've never experienced before.  Probably never will." 

Now, he sat back on the floor in front of her.  Appearing less threatening and more ready for a straight and honest conversation. 

"But anyway.  I wanted to talk a ceasefire with you.  Well... not really talk about one with you.  Let you know how it's going to be.  And honestly... it's the best you're ever going to get." 

He cleared his throat gave a bit of a... defeated smile.  And an equally defeated shrug and sigh.  Not a "Okay. You win." sort.  But someone being forced to realize things for how they were. 

"We both need to just... let both of our kinds do what they want.  So many of my kin seem to want to turn humans... I don't have to agree with that, but I have to accept it and move on.  Just as how so many of your kin WANT to be turned. You don't have to agree with it, but you just have to accept it.  But if not..." 

He leaned toward her and held up a finger to her, pushing his point.  "If you wish to keep killing my kin for doing something that your kind WANTS them to do... for every one of ours that you kill... I will take the skins of one-hundred of yours.  Stretch them and sew them together into the largest and most morbid canvas this world has ever seen. And paint it with their blood.  This in turn... will surely upset more of my kind.  Ones that will want to stop my bloodshed, the pathetic bleeding hearts who sympathize with your kind for some reason.  Inevitably, there will be a few of them who actively try to stop me.  And I'll sadly have to kill some of my own.  But their blood will be on your hands by natural occurrence.  And so for every one of my own kin that I have to kill or who kills one of my own kin BECAUSE of my retaliation against you... I will kill one-hundred of your people." 

With that, he took a breath and settled the hate in his eyes.  He leaned back on his hands again and tilted his head to her. 

"And that would likely lead to a vicious cycle until I've ended the world of ALL of your little resistance.  ... And we would all still be going strong.  Or... you can do some good for your people and just... stop?  I'm willing to enact no further revenge if you're willing to stop giving me reasons to enact revenge."   

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« Reply #58 on: September 20, 2017, 06:57:15 am »
Val cocked a brow as the alpha responded with a relatively honest and direct answer, no violence or anger thrown her way. A surprise really and it caused her to ease in her posture, the tension of the moment lifting slightly but when she heard his mention of never knowing a bond on their level her fist tightened instinctively. There was a flicker of sorrow that flashed in her eyes at the realization that he may be right. What a fitting curse for her, to be mated to someone but to never have a level of bonding that meant anything more than what her physical body demanded.

 No connection… no love…

Seeing him move back she pushed the idea out of her head, it didn’t matter. What purpose did such a bond serve? None. Instead she sat in silence, the tension in her fist loosening as she listened to his decree. So it was stop attacking or be murdered into extinction. What a lovely ultimatum. Perhaps it was her being marked by Catch that was making her consider the deal, or it was the fact that she had lost so many men tonight. Either way she knew that it was something that would have to be considered.

“How do you expect me to tell them that it’s over? I may be their leader now but if they suspected i was sympathising with the enemy then they would simply try and kill me and find another to take my place.”

Sighing she leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, there had to be another solution. She still didn’t like the idea of the whole thing, in a way it meant they lost and that given current trends, humanity would be gone before long anyways.

“Tell me… do you regret bringing me to your brother instead of killing me?” She was actually a bit curious and the small talk would help buy her a bit more time while she tried to think of some way in which this could work.

A month ago she would have been willing to risk every one of their lives to kill the lycans… now she was having a hard time keeping her rage alive.

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Re: Marking the Rebel (V x Murdok)
« Reply #59 on: September 20, 2017, 10:07:40 am »
... Yet ANOTHER good question.  How WAS she supposed to convince them without appearing sympathetic? 

"Hm.  Not sure. Let me think on that one for a sec." 

He leaned on one side of his hip and propped back on an elbow, making himself comfortable.  He was content to settle into pondering and absently pick splinters out of the floor.  But then she asked another question. 

... He DID have an answer for that one. And it wasn't one he needed to think on.  His initial frown probably said it all before he even spoke. 

"Yeah. Everyday."  He quickly shot her a knowing glance, not wanting to be mistaken for even a second about what he meant.  "For his sake, not yours. The punishment is every bit of what you deserve.  But he doesn't deserve it.  I'd speak to you of his honor and valor... but I doubt such words mean anything to you." 

A moment later, he hummed and snapped his fingers. 

"Simple answer now that I think about it.  Don't appeal to sympathy toward us.  Appeal to sympathy toward yourselves.  Tell them exactly what I've told you, and that you have no doubt I'll carry out my threat.  I know for a fact that they've lost friends or family who meant something to them.  I mean..." 

He shrugged, like a man who couldn't deny an unspoken accusation. 

"... We sort of made sure of it, right?"