I Don't Think You're Ready for This JELLY (Private

[.Rabid Lycan.]

For a second there, Lucifer feared that Damien was contemplating whether or not to bite his head off. Regardless if that were true, nothing seemed to happen, and Lucifer was left with that open statement and a decision to make.
What can I do to make him suffer? This… this is a empty field full of grass. And heat. Unless I think of something stupid, I’m sure… wait.
He smiled a little. “I dare you to sing me a song.”

Sanceul clamped her non-injured forelimbs over her muzzle, swallowing the snickers that threatened to pour out into the relatively quiet Xavrien Heights.

[Sivoncé™]

Ha. Hahaha. Ha.
You underestimate me, Lucifer.
He coughed and cleared his throat loudly, blinking fearlessly back at Lucifer with a mischeivous grin beginning to spread over his maw. "Of course, then. I will sing you an infamous, unforgettable phenomenon. It will forever be imprinted in your memory!" He paused for a moment and swiped his tongue idly over his lips in thought. He cleared his throat once more, and then began with a dangerous smile. This could ruin my dignity. But I think it'll stain his, too, just for asking.
I can't believe I'm gonna do this.

In his best overdramaticized impression of a female (think of the guy when he sang "it takes two to make a thang go right" in the Proposal!), he waggled his eyebrows and sang.

"Hey, can you handle this
I said hey, can you handle this
Lucifer, can you handle
I don't think you can handle this
wooooo!

Make a move, Feelin right, lookin sexy, lookin fine
Baddest chick, chick inside, DJ jammin' night
inspite of me, attendin' this, there you are,
come on baby, don't you wanna, dance with me
can you handle, handle me
you gotta do whats betta if you gunna dance wit' me tonight, you gotta work your jelly if you gunna dance with me tonight read my lips carefully if you like what you see,
if you move to the groove you can hang with me
by the looks i got you shook up and scared of me
although you sit there til time of take off"

He suddenly got in the groove and began to dance around as he sang.

"I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya baby
I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe

Hey, can you handle this,
Hey, can you handle this
Hey can you handle this
I don't think you can handle this
wooooo

I'm about to break ya off,
Destiny's child on the ball,
leave my hips, move my thys
swing my hair, square my eyes
Lookin hott(ah), Smellin good(sss)
Groove in line, from the hood
throw my shoulder, blow you a kiss
can you handle, handle this

I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe
I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe

Move your body up and down(woo)
make your booty touch the ground(woo)
I can't help but wonder why is my vibe to vibalacious for ya babe
I shake my jelly at every chance
when i'm whip to my hip you jsut slip into a transe
I'm hoping you can handle all the jelly that i have
Now lets cuddle up while we get this chance(yeah)

pop body oh body
pop body oh body oh body eh' om body oh ew oh um
POW POW POW POW


I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe

I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe

I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe

I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe

I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Is my body to bootylicious for ya babe

I don't think you ready for this jelly
i don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this

Is my body to bootylicious for ya babey hehe!"

Breathing hard and slightly moist with sweat, Damien proudly sat, once more, across from Lucifer with a devilish grin. "I hope that was everything you wanted and more. Now, truth or dare?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Oh, dear lord.
Is this happening?
What is jelly?
…HUH?
Lucifer sat, transfixed, as the horribly scarring sight ran its course. Dear Golden Wolf, I have created a monster. Please, stop. He nearly began to form the words with his lips, but he was unable to tear his eyes away from the display before him. It was so terrifying that he couldn’t help but watch. Like a car crash, only worse.
When Damien finally decided to have mercy on his damned soul—and, even better, did not attempt to provide an encore—Lucifer remained silent for a full minute before answering.
“…erm… dare…”

Sanceul rolled around, barely restraining herself. Her body shook violently, the wounds forgotten and a few whispers of laughter just escaping her maw.
I’ll have to freaking kiss that boy, oh my lord… this is… too much… I need air…

[Sivoncé™]

A soft, almost musical laughter whispered in the slight breeze. Damien's ears flickered and he peered around for the source of the noise. There was something eerily familiar about the sound -- he knew he should be able to recognize it, but for some reason, his mind could not place it. He cast his eyes around once more, but all he could see was brush, and the wind was not favorable for scenting anyone who wished to remain hidden. He gave himself a rough shake. Probably was a bird or something. Or maybe a squirrel. Dang, now I need to think of a good dare...
Damien sniffed suddenly; a foul aroma wafted up from the nearby brush. He wrinkled his nose as the terrible odor swept over him. My god it's...it's... He peered at the brush and leaned slightly forward, then winced as he sighted the repulsive brown mass. He glanced devilishly at Lucifer and began to chuckle softly.
"Lucifer, I dare you to roll around in that deer shit for a full minute, then run and stay the hell away from me until it wears off. If it wears off."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The squirrel in question immediately picked up her head, the laughter dissolving into an amazed, yet somewhat stunned, grin. Lucifer…? That prissy son of a cat?

A look of quite possibly absolute horror—or, the closest a mentally deranged psychopath like Lucifer could manage—dawned on his features. “Excuse me? Are you really sinking to this childishly disgusting level?” Wrinkling his nose, and nearly appearing as if he were going to rip Damien’s head off right there and now, he slowly padded over to the source of the stench.
Yeesh…
“…hurmph… well, just for you, Mr. Bootylicious.”
Abandoning all earthly restraints, Lucifer flipped out on the ground, very nearly break dancing, if that was possible. At the very least, I’ll have an excuse to get out of this freaking game, and go straight to the Shanti River… repulsive. He kicked his leg about, sending a few revolting sprays of who-knows-what into the air, though he didn’t spend much time aiming. He was more concerned with losing his dignity at the moment.

Sanceul, unable to believe her eyes, let a few more whispers squeak from her clamped muzzle.

Finally finished with the deed, Lucifer glared death at Damien, shaking himself of the toxic-smelling matter before sitting down. He collected himself, attempting to look as regal as possible given the situation. “Shall I take my leave now, then? Or do you want to continue?”

[Sivoncé™]

Damien watched the repulsive display with a protective paw covering his mouth and nose. Anxiously, he took several steps backwards to avoid the shower Lucifer had felt obliged to send his way. "It's okay," Damien snorted, "This is all you -- no need to include me in the fun!" And as for childish, Lucifer, my conscience tells me that's a very hypocritical thing for you to say. Padding back from the dstruction of his dignity, Lucifer sat miserably. Damien felt a twinge of remorse, but a voice in the back of his mind assured him that Lucifer compeltely deserved everything that had come his way. Maybe he was more of an asshole in a past life, Damien contemplated. After all, aren't I supposed to sort of believe in reincarnation? Ah, well, it's all relative or whatever...
At Lucifer's return, Damien shook his head vigorously, eyes wide. "Go --- get outta here! I don't want you stinkin' up my jelly!" Really, right now, I don't think you could run away fast enough for me, Lucifer. On that note, Damien turned and dashed eagerly away and up the slope. The smell was fainter here and after taking a few more steps uphill, Damien found the air much more sanitary.
He sighed softly, and allowed himself a cautious inhale. His eyes widened as a new smell met his nose -- a familiar smell, one he had a name for. He took a tentative step forward and gazed disbelievingly into the brush.
"Sanceul? Are you there?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

With another, more violent shiver, Lucifer rose to his paws. “Yeah, well, good frickin’ riddance, ya hippie. Talk to me when you’re sober.” Releasing a sneeze, the ebony male, now stained and reeking to high heaven, took his leave. Holding his chin just as high as his entrance, he slipped away without a backwards glance, though his eyes revealed a more wounded dignity.
Well, more disgusted than wounded, but he was all the same not very happy.
Sanceul, on the other paw, perked her ears as Damien approached her position. Completely oblivious to his mental suffering or frantic search, she grinned and rose to a crouch. Despite the gash on her shoulder, the cut over her head, and the burn on her leg, a wider smile thane ever spread across her maw. Mindful to keep the weight off her wounded limb, she sunk down lower… and pounced, soaring out of the bushes and crashing into Damien.
“I’m so proud of you!” A stream of formerly restrained laughter finally exploded from her muzzle. “You learned so well!”

[Sivoncé™]

Suddenly, there was a rumble in the bushes. What the hell...?
"OOF!"
A gigantic flying squirrel soared into the air and crashed down on him with surprising force. The squirrel proceeded to chatter cheerfully, but all Damien could do was stare numbly and let her tackle him to the earth and do as she pleased with him. For a full minute, he gaped stupidly at Sanceul's gleeful grin. His lips attempted to form around words, and his eyes tried to fit into one expression or another, but the result was yet another minutes in shocked silence, simply staring at her with a gaze of woderment.
She's like a fricken jack in the box. Always popping out of thin air...well, she is a gypsy after all. Whatever that even means. Everyone else seems to know but me.
"I found you," he murmured softly. It was the only thing that made sense to say. And suddenly, his eyes found the right emotion. They studied her carefully, with a flicker of pain passing through them as he did so. Mostly, his copper orbs seemed to emnate a mountainous mass of releif. Thank somebody in the stars she didn't get herself in a near death experience without me there. He noted her injuries, frowning deeply as he saw the burn marks. Where in hell's name did she get those?
Suddenly, his expression grew serious and his brows furrowed with frustration. "Sanceul, you drive me completely, utterly insane sometimes." Neverthless, he bumped his nose lightly against hers and offered her a small, rugged smile. "Welcome back."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“Yes, you found me. You win.”
For a moment there, Sanceul lapsed into silence, waiting for a suitable response. It somewhat worried her, the alien expressions that flitted across Damien’s pupils. …what? But any possible doubt was shattered by a brief brush of warmth, from his nose to hers. She had half a mind to reach out and lick his face in response, but decided against it, a warm comfort settling in her chest instead.
She moved to back up—only to realize that she was completely standing on Damien, at which point she simply sat down on his stomach and peered down at his face. Her tail swished fondly against his pelt. “What a charming welcome present. I think I’ll keep you, and name you Damien. Or Mr. Bootylicious… you know, I didn’t know you could sing and dance like that.” She exploded into excessive giggling. “Though, I think Lucifer was a bit more surprised than me, if I do say so myself.”

[Sivoncé™]

Angry wasn't quite it. Upset, perhaps a little. But it was more the lonliness that had haunted him. For a moment, his eyes remained pained as he gazed at the creature who was now seated atop his chest. As she picked up her chatter again, Damien felt the painful part begin to slip away. An enormous grin parted his paw. He laughed deeply, buffeting Sanceul on her perch. He rolled his eyes and batted a paw in the air, shaking off her words. "Squirrel Girl and Mr. Bootylicious. Huh. We'd make quite the pair, except for the part where we sound like potential dealers of wolfnip." He laughed again and murmured, "Oh that's not singing and dancing. That's called mental massacre. I think Lucifer is suffiently scarred and will keep his less desirable thoughts to himself from now on."
He watched her as she laughed, finding himself almost dizzy as he watched her. I've missed that laugh...
Suddenly a playful glint entered his eyes, accompanied by a flicker of mischeif. "Sanceul, are you ticklish?" He seemed to consider his question a moment longer, the woofed decidedly, "I think I'll find out myself!"
Curiously, he batted gently at her stomach.
He chuckled softly. "I think I'll keep you, and name you Mrs. Bootylicious!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“Potential dealers? Do you have any idea what I do in my spare time?”
Sanceul snickered, only to plaster a look a faux horror on her muzzle as Damien attempted to tickle her. Unfortunately for her, it was a successful attempt, and a reflexive laugh spurted from her throat. She grinned, rolling off of the far larger brute with a light thump, yelping, “Help! Someone! Personal bubble being violated!”
A sort of odd feeling crept over her then. At the words, harmless enough though they word, she lifted her head and studied Damien strangely. The emotion still lingered there, and when she finally rested her head on the ground beside him, she offered an inquisitive grin. “Ah, should I consider that a proposal, then, Mr. Squirrel?”

[Sivoncé™]

Damien's laughed softly at her protest. "Really? We're going to talk about invading people's bubbles, Miss couch-it-on-Damien?" A moment later, his grin faltered and he felt her studying him with a strange expression on her face. His eyes were guarded as he raised a brow at her. "Don't know what you're talking about, Sanceul. Think you've had too many drugs, missy. I should probably tickle it out of you." He smiled again, but there was something wounded about it -- perhaps a piece of his pride had withered at her questioning, or maybe it was something else entirely. Nevertheless, he began to gently prod her belly once more, waiting for her reaction.
Still, his smile wasn't the same.
He'd know it in the back of his mind -- he'd felt the build from animosity to grudging companionship, to friendship, and now...
I can't answer her. Not just because of that stupid mountain chick, I'm not that wounded...but....Sanceul is...I wonder, does she even understand her own fragility? With all that's happened to her....horrible things, terrible things....things that are unspeakable. I can't ask her where she's been...I can't say she's mine even though I'm apparently being kept. I'll never be that possessive violent male figure she's always known and expected....especially after Lucifer told me how they met. I'm not fucking grooming for any sort of sick shit. But it doesn't matter....cause that's how it's always been for her.
And maybe a friend is all I can be...
He prodded her a bit more, waiting for the outburst of giggles.
...and maybe, if it means she'll let me hang around, it'll be enough. At least then...I can make sure she doesn't get herself killed. A more gently, protective energy...

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“You’re very cuddly, Damien. It’s not my fault you’re comfy to sit on.”
Not really noticing Damien’s shift in emotion, she offered a semi-exaggerated struggle in response to the second assault on her senses, laughter still spilling intermittently from her maw. I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. Really, we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but… he’s given me so much more than a friend. He’s even given me my childhood back.
A sort of euphoria dawned on her at the realization, the touchy memories of Morgan, of the search, the hole, the torture, the humiliation, the fear, the overwhelming and raw wish to simply die… all of it, flashing before her in an agonizing second before drifting away. Farther away than she had seen it flee before, and she felt herself shake with more than laughter. Nearly tears of happiness, though she shifted her head away before she dared allowed any to seep from her eyes.
But she was happy nevertheless.
Even the cringe of pain when she rolled onto her burnt limb could not detract from the moment, and with seconds she was on her paws again, bright as ever.
“I declare revenge! Attack!” She quite basically glomped Damien, grabbing the scruff of his neck playfully between her jaws. “What’ve you been up to anyway? The world’s been a dull and crude place without ya!” Her words were heavily muffled by fur, and she shifted to accommodate the movement of his muzzle.

[Sivoncé™]

Damien couldn't supress the smile the glowed on his face as Sanceul launched her counter attack to his assault of tickles. He laughed soflty as she seized his scruff, shaking his head slowly. "Sanceul, you're a feather compared to my big lumpiness!" He caught a glimpse of her burns once more and lightly pushed her away from his scruff. "We need to fix you up before you turn all black and crusty like me." His eyes flickered with a mixture of worry and amusement. "Well....if I tell you about me, then you have to tell where you've been and how you got yourself hurt so I can write some names down on the ol' hit list." He rolled his eyes and looked around the surrounding brush, walking a few pawsteps and then bending to root through the brush with his nose.
"I met a gypsy boy," he barked lightly. "His name was Icarus. He told me a little bit about it all, and then he convinced me I should go find you with some tale about an eagle named...Vashti, I think it was. I didn't have to search far on that one but...." He lifted his head, unsure of how Sanceul would swallow what he was about to say. "Sanceul...Icarus told me he went searching for a wolf once too....his father. And his father was Alastair." He watched her with an expression of mild concern, eyes flickering back at her now and then as he plucked through the weeds. He plodded back over with a small bundle in his jaw.
"I think this might work ---- for the burns, at least." At his paws was a pile of purple flora covered in what appeared to be a sticky goo. He offered her a small half-smile. "Aloe vera and lavendar," he explained. I...I hope she's okay...

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“A feather? Well, apparently you haven’t tasted my truth wrath!” But, before she could unleash her “fury”, she allowed herself to be separated from the tufts of hair she had so gleefully captured between her fangs. “Alright, fair enough.” A sort of worry sunk like a stone in her gut at the promise. How is he going to react when he hears that I was kidnapped? Or, well… helped that crazy chick…
Her ears perked with amusement and intrigue at the next explanation. “Gypsy-boy Icarus? Sounds handsome,” she teased. She opened her maw to remark on Vashti, but she was instantly stunned into silence at the mention of her foster father. She didn’t hear the final fragments of conversation, entirely focused on the single bit of information that relayed from his lips to hers.
Her gaze turned to her paws, her body drawing itself to a stand via a subconscious command, and she sealed her eyelids tightly against her face.
“Alastair… that story with Vashti, one of my favorites… y’know, he always corrected me when I called him Dad. Sort of a game we played, in a way… he didn’t really mind, of course, but it was a game for me. Helping with the herbs, just to get stories as a reward… that story ended with the brother all alone. He howled at the moon every night for his brother, you know… heh, never really got the meaning of the story ‘til I was older… all those romanticized tales…”
She was quiet for a few minutes, then shook herself.
“…yeah… well, that’s certainly out of the ordinary. Maybe we could run into him again sometime?” She smirked. “And yeah, that’ll do fine… the burns and all don’t have a very exciting story, I’m afraid. I was stumbling out of from by the mountains—heh, I’ll get to that—and wandered into a pair of Blood Mist idiots. One got pissed at me, and clipped my shoulder, and this forest fire started. I don’t know who they are, and I don’t really care; trust me, they’re the least of our worries…” She sighed deeply, suddenly hesitant. Should I even tell him about Blood? Well… maybe after this… “…the last night we were together, Damien… I had, y’know, a bit of a bad dream.” She shrugged with a shy semi-smile, suppressing thoughts of the reoccurring nightmare. “So I stepped out, thought I’d drink some water and such… and I wake up sometime later. Apparently, this Blood Mist queen needed a Healer to save her children, and some rogue let slip that gypsies make good healers.” She shrugged. “She died, but… the pups are safe.”
She paused, not daring to say more for the moment.