__MEA.CULPA__ [Mephisto/Fate]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Indulgence. Wrath. Suffering.
Whilst indulging in sins too numerous to recognize, those were the three most prominent forces that dragged Mephisto onward in his tainted existence. His view of the world forever perverted into a sort of hellish playground, where one could simply reach out, only to be greeted by scorching irons or wicked blades.
And that is why that, amidst the silver moonshine that glistened down on this night, Mephisto was damp with blood. Carelessly raking his eyes over the grotesque scene before him, he curled his lip not with disgust, but with disappointment.
“I was hoping that you would at least put up a fight,” he muttered.
The figure that he was addressing twitched, the openly bleeding skeleton seemingly rising from the dead. In a hoarse whisper, the dying brute offered a reply, but it was muffled by the gurgling noise he made in his attempts to breathe. “I aM oLd NoW… dOn’T tHiNk ToO mUcH oF mE… nOt WhAt I wAs As a BloodMist wOlf…”
“…irritating, aren’t you?” Mephisto answered, narrowing his eyes. “And quit mumbling! It’s hard enough to hear you with two ears…” He swiveled his half-ear to emphasize his point.
“…don’t pretend… you’re not getting old… you are.”
“Spare me the lectures,” Mephisto snapped, flexing his claws idly while the other wolf continued to talk. “I get enough of them from those stupid passerby… you know, the ones that think they can ‘bring out my better nature’… hmm… what’s your name again? Argon, was it?”
The brute nodded, beginning to slide back into his limp position. “…I’m not gonna waste breath… appealing to you… but you’re not gonna live forever… sooner or later, you’re not gonna be able to fend for y-yourself… you’re gonna rot. All alone. And it’ll b-be your f-fault…”
While Argon hissed out a passage of words, Mephisto stared up at the sky, seemingly indifferent and ignoring the wolf’s speech… but in reality, each word was a stinging message. It was the truth that Mephisto had long tried to avoid. Hmm… maybe I’ll be able to come back like the rest of the Hellfirians… doubt it, but the possibilities there…? Oh, damn it all—why am I even thinking about this??
“You know, I was going to just finish you off right here and now, but maybe I should have you suffer a little more, eh?” Mephisto approached Argon, but his eyes widened when Argon’s chest suddenly ceased to rise. “…what? Hey, I’m not done with you yet!” But Argon had already passed out of existence, leaving Mephisto to glare angrily at his deceased victim, and ponder Argon’s dying sentiment.

((cue Fate!))

[Sheera]

Isn't it something to lust for a psycho...

Finally, her pups were asleep, warm in their den, leaving their lovely mother to take a hike through the lands.
Her pups becoming more aggressive as they grew older was making her fur bristle: in fright? No: in irritation. At her pups? No: at her failing attempt to steer them away from their father's killer prophesy.
The copper-brown femme drifted through the lands, her graceful step seeming even more elegant on this fateful day. Her body seemed slimmer than before, any "fat" she may have had before, gone.
She had to work harder as a mother and protector and provider with her pups only getting bigger and more aggressive. She was fine hunting alone, able to bring home more than enough for her pups at the end of the day.
They were eating meat now, aggressively tearing apart the carcases she brought home each night. They were each putting on pounds in muscle, getting larger, stronger, more aggressive... just like their father.
They were also "play" fighting more roughly than before, each fight always ending in furious snarls and yowls with dirt and blood-covered pups panting and bristling.
Most of the time it would start as a play-fight... but then one would get a little more lusty for blood-spill and victory causing the others to get rougher until they were all reaching for each other's throats.
Most of the time, also, she would have to come between all of them, resulting in a number of bites and scratches that now cover her stomach and flank.
It should be exhausting, but raising a litter of aggressive pups only makes you stronger, and she could deal with them... but what about when they get older?
Fate, the copper-brown femme, had pushed all this from her mind before setting out for a night on the heights. Her thoughts were smothered with sweet nothings, and she was seemingly carefree.
But how could Fate be so carefree? She was raising a litter of demon wolves and she was being lusted after by a serial rapist/killer.
Yet, as she gated through the lands, silently and gracefully, she was completely carefree, taking her time away from her pups.

The female slowed to a brisk walk, her ears perking. She tilted her head towards the voices. It took her only three whole seconds to figure out the devilish tone of one rather familiar wolf...
Despite who she knew was the face behind the bark, she trotted forward, not at all fazed by the tangy scent of blood.
And there he was... the devil-wolf himself... the king of force breeding, only ten steps in front of her.
Instead of taking those last ten steps or doing the smart thing: running, she sat, her head tilted in amusement, a smile perched on her lips.
"Oh... so we meet again..."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Although the devil would never admit such personal confessions, Mephisto felt slightly disturbed by Argon’s predictions, and in an attempt to distract himself, he decided to center his attention on tending to his wounds. Lifting his foreleg, he inspected a long, pulsating wound that stretched across its surface, and absentmindedly rasped a tongue over it. Brackish flavor swelled in his jaws, but Mephisto ultimately decided that the laceration was shallow enough to heal without any serious medical attention. Starting to clot on its own… good sign. Best leave it alone…
A delicate weaving of syllables startled Mephisto out of his self assessment, and, being too engrossed in his own thoughts to identify the voice immediately, he offered a sharp growl in retort. After settling his foreleg back on the earth, he curled back his lips and began turning to face the source of the disruption. “What in hell do you want—?”
A familiar face, with eyes to match. A sleek frame, patterned with swirls of russet and bronze. Fate.
Eyes slanting in recognition, Mephisto slackened his jowls and half-stared, half-gawked at the femora before him. Not even his mind was visibly functional for a split second.
“…Fate?”
At last, the initial shock faded. Seizing the opportunity of the momentary return to his senses, the brute straightened his posture and appeared to relax quite a bit in Fate’s presence. Now speaking with his customary ‘indifferent’ tone, Mephisto opted to respond to Fate’s arrival.
“…well, you’re original, I’ll give you that. First girl to come to me on purpose when they already know who I am.” He yawned slightly at this point, narrowing his gaze a tad as he ran his eyes over her body. “Look thin,” he noted audibly. “Eating well? Oh, and, uh… why are you here? I hope you don’t want some kind of child support, or something…” His final sentence left his mouth rather dry, having lost its humor in his tone of obvious distaste at the topic of children.

[Sheera]

Fate looked slightly amused by his initial reaction, her ear tilted sideways. Her smile still perched on her lips, she drank in his words, apparently he had swallowed his shock and shifted back into his less-than-interested tone that, which, though it didn't show at all, kind of made her want to show-off a little... to interest him.
"Mmmm..." her tone seemed slightly... seductive as she seemed to think over his words, deciding what to say.
"Oh..." she half-sighed, "no... I was just reminiscing our last meeting... do you remember? How is Aaliyah, anyways?" she paused, wondering if he even remembered. She studied his face, trying to decide... but, before she could analyze thoroughly she continued.
"Do you remember our little... deal?" was that a hint of seduction in her tone? Why was she reminding him?
What the hell am I doing?
But her body language didn't change... and she was feeling excited... in more places than one.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Knitting his brow in a puzzled fashion, Mephisto lifted his head slightly, peering towards Fate with a muddled expression. Our last meeting… there was that time she saved the other fae… and then the whole deal with, erm, Turpin… yes, yes that was it. But why in hell is she back…?
His eyes riddled with confusion, he slowly replied to her inquiry, “Sure…” He paused, further befuddled by the mention of Aaliyah. It took a few moments to recollect fragments of memory, but the demon’s scattered brain managed to fit in the pieces, and recall a general memory of the particular victim.
“…haven’t checked up on her in a while, actually. A sick one, she is… no real use to me anymore, in that state.”
But it was her final statement that lit his eyes with astonishment, a rare glimpse of shock stiffening his entire body. Rigid and now revealing nothing short of alarm and interest, he regarded Fate oddly, and spoke quicker than before. “…what of it?”
…is she… uh… planning something? Did I miss something? I pretty much stated that she was gonna have my pups… either she’s ridiculously true to her word—unlikely—or she’s up to something.

[Sheera]

Aaliyah still wasn't well? That saddened her rather too much... but she chose not to show it. She shook off the sadness lingering in her mind and chuckled at his shock. His shock, if only barely there, made her need to interest Mephisto flare... she had caught his attention with her mention of their deal.
Fate stepped herself into a sphynx position with her two front legs, then laid her head on her paws. Her banner sweeping over the earth behind her, she watched Mephisto with much amusement glistening in her eyes.
She closed her eyes and took nice deep breaths, then opened, watching him once again with amusement glistening.
"Well, our last meeting... you weren't... well," not like you ever are, "Turpin seemed to bite the bite right out of you..." haha, that's not really possible with you.. "...but now..." shut up, Fate, "you are well... well.. er..." just shut your fucking trap NOW, "...well... you're as well as... possible..." yeah, go ahead... tease him a bit... see if you can trigger a small reaction, "So, are you busy tonight?" blunt ending.. but he gets the point.
Smiling a rather seductive smile, a seductive growl escaped her maw, playful, fierce, sexual.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((throwing subtlety to the wind XD great plan, Fate))

His forehead creased in knots of confusion, Mephisto silently attempted to dissect Fate’s words. As she drew on in a string of sound, the brute’s ears twitched, trying to decipher her ‘code’, and he searched in vain for a double meaning. But he could find none—to any wolf, it was as clear as day. Fate was practically advertising herself… on a huge, neon sign that had settled a foot in front of his nose.
…huh!?
Trying, but not entirely succeeding, to conceal his inner turmoil, Mephisto responded in a muffled tone. “Seeing as this guy kicked the bucket sooner than expected,” he nodded to Argon’s corpse, “…no, no plans, really…”
Urg, why is she making me feel so… so… awkward? Damn, if she weren’t so… uh… herself, I’d rip that grin right off of her mouth…

[Sheera]

[[wowww... he's feeling awkward, perhaps nervous? nahh, Mephisto is never nervous-- but awkward.. cools XD]]

Da-im.
She chuckled then pushed her ass to the skies then she let the rest of her body follow after half-stretching. She nodded, barely glancing at Argon... whom she felt like she had met before... hmm, and then she trotted the last ten steps to Mephisto, pressing up against his side, amusement twinkling in her eyes.
Haha, did I confuse my dear Mephisto...? her eyes went wide, wha-wha-- my dear Mephisto? What was this nonsense?
She regained control of her expression then nudged Mephisto with her flank by shifting her weight.
"Well, what a coincidence; I don't have plans either,"she murmured, a seductive drawl still in her voice.
"Well, since I'm here and you're here--alone-- we should go for a walk--alone-- in this moonlight and darkness--alone--" she was obviously trying to hint to him about something.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((Mephisto lacks the emotional capacity to feel nervous XD So awkward it is!))

Without intending to, Mephisto absentmindedly traced her curves with a somewhat appreciative gaze, refusing to blink while he observed her stretching. Then, suddenly, the moment expired, having been disrupted by a sudden increase in their proximity. A tingling feeling itched along his spine, and he struggled to ignore it and actually listen to the words that were emptying from Fate’s maw.
…alone… you and I… uh, well, erm… wait, how is this all working? She has to be up to something… either that, or she’s desperate. He ran a tongue swiftly over his lips. And I’m okay with desperate.
His mind slipping into a mist of mid-fantasy, he allowed his thoughts to stray to more questionable areas of thought, and he barely managed a curt nod amidst his bout of intoxication. “…alright. Lead the way.” It was evident that Fate had captured his attention this late in the game… and whether she was planning something or not, Mephisto suddenly realized that he didn’t entirely give a damn.

[Sheera]

[[ n'awww he's so cute XDXDXD ]]

Finally, she thought, mission grab his attention: complete.
But she lusted for much more attention than she was getting, and she was going to find a way to get it.
No matter what it took.
The heat from his body, as she pressed against him, started heating her up... in more ways than one. The feel of his body on hers was so arousing, she almost couldn't contain herself.
Her whole body was hot for him, blood pulsing quickly; wanting him... yearning him.. lusting for him. Her paws were tensing on the dirt, digging her claws into the earth as she restrained herself.
"Then let us be off..." she almost had to clench her teeth, for fear, if she let herself talk freely, the rest of her body would escape from her hold and quickly pursue her lust.
She had to pull away from him; his heat, his fur, everything, and trot a couple of steps ahead. Her will-power was hanging on a thread and one thought awakened by the heat of his body or the ripples of his muscle may snap the thread.


[[da-im.. what a horndog XD]]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((LOL—Mephisto is too sexy to resist, hmm? XDXD))

Catching his breath at the succulent sensation of heat radiating from her body to his, Mephisto practically reached over and dragged her under him. But he managed to contain his desire—for the time being, anyway. But soon Fate pulled away, leaving the brute rather… unsatisfied, to say the least. After hanging in the air for a few moments, he jolted into motion and fell in step behind the fae.
But there he was… behind her. Without her gaze trained on him for the time being, Mephisto permitted his eyes to wander, his orbs lingering on her delicate physique. Vulgar thoughts bled into his conscious mind, and he soon found himself rapidly catching up to her, and barely restraining the primitive urge that swelled in his veins.
“So… any place you’d, ah, prefer to visit on our stroll…?”
Fuck the stroll. I wanna –censored-

((haha, censored XD))

[Sheera]

((oh hell yes XDXD))

She was still trying to control herself; trying to keep a safe distance. All aspects of this brute were arousing her, making her breath quicken, so that she was practically panting, making her limbs stiffen, so she could hardly trot, and, most of all, making her abdomen pulse dangerously; that bitch was in heat now.
Control yourself, control, control. she panted inwardly, say curse words... I heard it helps... she started silently muttering, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-- WAIT! Fuck?! FUCK ME! her thread was snapping.
His voice-- oh god, his voice-- driving her deeper and deeper out of control. She was now panting heavily and she quickened her pace, trying to cover her lusty adrenaline rush.
"We can just... wing it.!" she said quickly, "Fuck-- I mean-- not fuck-- I meant, if you speed up--" she panted, "I mean-- damn, just follow me."
Quickening her pace was not helping; making her limps move more loosely.
It was too much, already in a gallop, she planted her paws in the ground, halting abrubtly.

[[HAHA, -censored- XDXDXD]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((rofl—this thread is messed up, but it makes me laugh XD))

Scenery flashed across his vision in an incoherent blur. Nothing else mattered now—an undeniable throbbing indicated his clear arousal, and he was no longer doing well to obscure his lust. But he was cut short, however, when Fate came to an abrupt pause. Having been quite preoccupied with this explosion of emotions, Mephisto couldn’t quite halt quickly enough… and skidded straight into Fate.
Startled out of his thoughts, he paused and stared at her, feeling her heat mesh with his own body warmth… and suddenly an aroma reached his nostrils. It was an inviting scent, but one that Mephisto was somewhat unaccustomed to.
After all, rape does not require a female to be in heat… and Mephisto noted the fairly foreign odor with augmented interest.
"Hurm... are we there already?"
As if I care.

[Sheera]

[[haha; agreeeed XD]]

Fate was in her own head, trying to calm herself. Her spine was tingling, along with her whole abdomen. Her tail was perched slightly higher than usual, as if... acting as a banner... marking someone's(something's) destination.
Her paws were stiff, she was digging her claws in the earth, trying to keep from whipping around and--fuck, was it even possible for a femme to rape a brute--having her way.
She was getting what she wanted; no matter what. She would find a way to get that bastard on top of her.
She was still panting heavily, still pulsing just as strong; none of her cooling-calming tecniques were working; but who the fuck cared... she wanted it. She wanted it now.
So, knowing from history how Mephisto's mind worked, she trotted forward a bit turned slowly to face him, her eyes filled with desire, but also with an emotion that said "I dare you."
"Oh..." she half-moaned, "this is the place."
It's time, for once, for someone to give him a good fucking, she chuckled to herself, but she knew he liked a fight... his mind worked in strange ways; he liked the fighters... the ones that gave him a challenge.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((lmao—“is it even possible for a femme to rape a brute?” XD))

After a long moment (he had nothing to loose in biding his time), Mephisto shifted so as to separate their bodies, but noticed Fate’s body language as he did so. A lascivious urge nearly drove him into action, but he held back.
Sacrifice my principles for this? Well, sure… but where’s the thrill? It’s useless if she just submits. There will be no prize or honor to be won. An empty ‘victory’…
He repeated similar messages to himself like a comforting mantra, attempting to regain control of his scattered brain. Fate was distorting his perception, which gave her more control of the situation… and Mephisto wasn’t known for voluntarily relinquishing his power.
“Nice… private,” he growled, his voice coming off huskier than usual. He silently reprimanded himself for the slip of tongue, however, and vowed to steady his voice the next time he spoke.
What's she gonna do, eh? I wonder... He narrowed his eyes, watching Fate carefully for signs of movement.