Queen of the Desert

[Senta]

It was another scorching day in the sandy lands of Brena’he. Not that she honestly minded. Her pelt was thinning out considerably since the weather was changing for the hotter. She was pleased, however, that she was the reigning Alphess of the land. Being a loner, while entertaining, was just that. Lonely. There was no one to share anything with, be it kills, or just experiences. That was another thing she was somewhat looking forward to, even if she was…. Well.. Evil. Those wolves wouldn’t know what hit them once she gained enough power to take on those other packs. They would become slaves or food for her and her pack of cannibals. The she-wolf’s heart fluttered a bit at the thought. Oh how much fun that would be. Enslaving her own kind just so she could kill them and eat them as she pleased! The Cannibal Queen of Brena’he, she thought happily. It will be my kingdom.

She was laying beside one of the many stunted bushes that grew out of the sand on the side the sun wasn’t, staring out over the small piece of territory that lay before her. It was a harsh land. Not much prey, difficult to find water, and barely any wolves. But she had Cannibal. Even if he wasn’t fully aware of it yet. He would be hers, just like everything else. Granted, she held no true love for him. The wolfess kept him around out of convenience, since he was bigger and somewhat stronger than her. Much more adept at hunting than her too. But that was convenient as well. It meant that she could rule her pack and not worry about where her food would come from.

Another flutter of her heart. That delicious wolf meat. Somewhat sweet, but earthy at the same time. It was something she had fought for her first few years, then came to gradually accept as she aged. The lure of hunting your own kind, taboo though it was, held a special place in her decayed heart. A malicious grin spread across her maw as her azure eyes scanned the territory. This was hers and hers alone. But there was so much more out there. So much more to conquer and make hers. Crossing her paws at the wrist joint, Senta chuckled to herself as she made plans to wage war. If only she had more wolves at her disposal. Perhaps the wolves of Ilahlari would join in with her… Now to think of something to dangle in front of their evil hearts to bring them to her side.

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac268/derangedMUFFINs/tamalemid.png] If there was one thing in this world that both pissed him off and continued to intrigue him, it was Senta. He had never met another Cannibal such as himself that wasn't dripping with drool and madness and since he had found her, found her to be incredibly insufferable. Cannibal had never been the type to be... tied down which he had tried to make oh-so-clear to her when he up and left her but she had merely tracked him down once more, dragging his ass back here, to this God forsaken desert where not only did his paws burn as he walked but his hunger for his own species's flesh was increasing. There was nothing in this barren land. Where he had been before was rich with wolf life but here? It was as if a plague had swept through and decimated the wolf population. He still couldn't understand why Senta had chosen these lands, to be bitch whipped by the one called Nahani who supposedly owned this land and his. He snorted. Pathetic male in his opinion to be thinking of himself higher than a God. He would die like everyone else. He lay a few feet away from Senta, lounging on his side beneath a shrubbery. The only good thing about living here was the fact that his white fur reflected the sun's heat, keep him cool. He couldn't imagine wolves with black fur. They would surely perish in this sun. He was giving his feet a well deserved break from the scorching sand before he went off in search of food again. It wasn't that he loved Senta, far from; she was merely the object of his attention that was continuing to intrigue him. She had promised him power and all the wolf meat he could eat. How could he pass that up? He was aware of how she felt she "owned" him and he allowed it... for the time being. Till he got what he wanted. "You just had to pick a desert, didn't you?" He asked her, turning his one electric blue and one almost transparent white eyes on here. "Of all the bountiful and lush green lands around us, you chose this one....

[Senta]

“And yet,” Senta replied unblinkingly. “You’re still here. If you feel like running to Nahani with your tail between your legs, then have at it dear.” The she-wolf, throughout her short speech, didn’t turn to look at him. Even for all of his convenience, the male laying near her was almost like all of the other males she had met. All they truly wanted was to pass on their genes, not make a real connection. Not that it bothered her. But she had plans of conquest and war. Pups would have to wait.

“Besides, my dear,” she continued after a moment. “Who would expect an army to be living in a desert? For all of its harshness, Brena’he is the perfect place to build one.” Her plans were quite grand for such a small female. And if Nahani, that even more insufferable wolf than Cannibal, stood against her. Well, he can just join the rest of the wolves lined up for slaughter. Her stomach rumbled in response. It had been a few days since she had eaten last, wolf meat being so scarce in the desert, and it was beginning to show. Things like rabbits and lizards were starting to look appetizing. She cringed inwardly. Those things, while certainly food to a hungry wolf, would just not do for the Queen. The wolfess wanted wolf meat and was getting to the point of desperation.

“By the lack of food,” the she-wolf sighed. “I am assuming you have found nothing in the last few trips?” By this point, looking out over the featureless landscape was beginning to bore her, so she turned to gaze upon the male with critical eyes. His form was quite pleasing to look at, if she were to admit it. But she was never one to praise others with words. That was unnecessary flattery and gave some wolves an ego the size of a planet. Growling gently, Senta whipped her head back to the front.

“I expect you to bring home food next time,” she said flatly. “Or I will make a meal of you.”

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac268/derangedMUFFINs/tamalemid.png] He smirked at her. "Ah I love just how you think your shit doesn't stink, Oh Queen." he mocked, shifting himself just slightly to ease his back leg out of the glare of the direct sun. "You try and hunt for food in a place where wolves don't come to. Just because it may be a perfect fortification for you doesn't mean it's the best for food." It wasn't that Cannibal would ever starve to death. His main food source was wolf flesh, but that didn't mean he didn't eat other things. For instance, on his walk around the pack lands for food, he had scared up a lizard looking thing and gobbled it down before it had a chance to escape. Not that she needed to know. "Besides, we don't need to eat right now." he said with a grin his voice growing the deep seductive voice that had had Senta falling for him in the first place. "There are other things we can do..." He may not feel much for Senta but there was no denying the physical attraction they held for each other. Cannibal's first impression of Senta was the fact that she was a cannibal and not stark raving mad. It was the ability to meet his jibes and hold her own against him that caught his eye. For her reasons for her attraction to him, it was unknown to him. Not that he minded. Not many times was he able to have a female all to himself without them running away terrified of him. Part of the reason he was still with Senta. She offered him power, a right to eat what he wanted, when he wanted without anyone saying anything and perhaps a chance to continue his lineage. He had never experienced love and wasn't sure if it was even an emotion he possessed.

[Senta]

“Not now, Cannibal, dear. I’m not in the mood.”

Her attraction to him was almost purely physical. But what female wouldn’t be attracted to a large, strongly built wolf? It was instinctual at best. He would be the best choice to give her strong children. And yes, she did want him. Love was not a necessary thing in her mind. Cannibal, for his obvious faults, would give her strong pups. On her time, however. She had decided, as with all of her plans, that she would seduce him when she was ready. They would build an army together. An army of cannibals.

“If you’re so desperate for food,” Senta shot back. “Go to the other packs and pick off a scout or something. Surely that’s not so hard for a wolf like you.” She rolled her eyes and looked back at him with a deadpan expression. He wasn’t getting anything out of her just yet. Blinking once, the ivory she-wolf stared at Cannibal without a smile. He was a bold one. Perhaps that was what she liked about him, if she could be said to like anything other than his aesthetically pleasing shape. Sighing once, the wolfess stood and shook the sand out of her fur.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Males are all the same.” Senta frowned at the thought and scuffed the sand with her paw. It wasn’t as though she didn’t want him right then. But it was far too hot to do anything like that just yet. In the middle of the day? Really? Her gaze was fixed forwards again, looking out towards the horizon. The heat caused the air to shift and shimmer as she stared, the sun in her face. How hot it was! The shade was even more inviting now than when she had first lay down. And that stupid, jackass of a male wanted to mate. She shook her head and looked back at him for a third time.

“Can it wait until later?” the Alphess said calmly. “It’s much too hot right now, dear.”

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac268/derangedMUFFINs/tamalemid.png] He sniffed and looked away from her, seemingly no longer interested but if anyone knew him better, it was all just a ploy to keep his reputation. "Fine." he said as he, too, stood up, shaking sand from his fur. "I suppose I'll try hunting again. I can't see why the loner lands wouldn't have something to eat." he eyed her a few more minutes, his face changing expressions as if he was going to say something then flicked his tail and looked away, clearly changing his mind. "I'll be back in a bit, whether you're here or not." He turned his back on her and, with a flick of his tail, he walked away towards Dynsay's border. Hunger intensifying with each new, stronger scent of wolf. He skirted the border and headed off down no man's land in search of prey. There was plenty of loner crossings here withing the last day, a well used trail of those just passing through. Surely no one would miss them? It wasn't until he came almost to the border of Crosul did he find his first catch of the day. A young female no doubt setting out on her own for the first time who Cannibal was able to use his charms and flirty seduction to get close enough to wrap his jaws around her neck and snap her spine. The best part about her? She was light weight and easy to carry. Before her death scent could be left on the ground, he hoisted her up and jogged back to Brena'he, careful to keep his breathing level and to not get exhausted. When his feet finally touched sand. He allowed himself to take a small break before continuing off. Luckily for her, Senta was still where he left her and he plopped the female's corpse in front of her. "A prize fit for a Queen." he smirked, coming around the side of it and throwing himself down into the sand beneath the same shrubbery he had been before. He needed to relax and get his energy back before he even did anything else the rest of the day. He could see that he was going to quickly become a night owl around here. Sleeping during the day and awake at night. OOC: sorry about the slight powerplay

[Senta]

“Do what you must,” she said. Granted, she didn’t particularly want him to leave. The need was intensifying with every second, no matter how hot it was. Shaking her entire body after he walked away relieved some of it. Senta chalked it up to boredom. There wasn’t much to do without a pack, except talk to Cannibal. And that only made her angry. He was such a jackass, however charming. Her ears fell back against her skull and she turned sharply to look over her shoulder. She could just see him walking over a dune before disappearing. Dynsay, it appeared, was the target of his hunt. She shrugged and flopped back into the shade with a huff. Loneliness set in as she lay curled up in the shade. How could she, a cannibal with no great secret, be lonely without the one thing that made her angrier than anything else? Sighing, she closed her eyes and tried to think of other things.

It wasn’t long, or so she thought (as she had dozed off a little), before the sound of fresh meat hitting the sand caused her to raise her head in alarm. She very nearly frowned as she realized that he was back, with food it seemed, and he was just as sarcastic as ever. Instead of acknowledging his presence and snaky remark, the she-wolf grabbed the carcass and tore into it. The female he brought back was small, but it would feed the two of them with a little left over. The meat bled down her ivory fur and left red lines down it. The savagery of cannibalism, the sheer thrill of hunting and eating your own kind, left her with a sense of passion. One that would need to be taken care of. What male, other than her Cannibal, could take down a wolf with ease? Other than in a fight, of course. Even though theirs was a dysfunctional relationship, it was still a relationship. One based off of power-hungry, cannibalistic, mutual (if grudging) respect for the other, and a physical attraction.

Sated, after eating for a good ten minutes, the Alphess of Brena’he sat back in the sand and ran her tongue around her maw. The blood was sweeter than she thought it would be. Such a young wolf, cut down in her prime to feed two completely sane savages. The thought made her smile and lick her lips again.

“Should I even ask how easy it was to kill her?”

[/color] Senta said as she placed her head on her paws. “I’m sure you were full of your usual charm and other such nonsense. We both know that you’re just full of it.”[/color][/blockquote]

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac268/derangedMUFFINs/tamalemid.png] He smirked at her, giving her a peek at the devil within him. "A hunter does not give away his secrets that easily, Senta." he told her, crossing his paws in the most non-caring pose ever. "Besides, even if he did, I could not kiss and tell>" His grin grew wider and he chuckled to himself before noticing she was finished and standing up. He came up beside her, his shoulder brushing hers as he pushed himself towards the kill. He lowered his head and dug in, blood splattering onto his face, turning some of his blue markings brown. That was how Senta had first met Cannibal, covered in blood and his blue markings brown. Hell, she hadn't even known he was blue till after he washed off. It was also how his parents had found him when he was a pup and had eaten the remains of a pack pup. It was almost his trademark look, white and brown. He lifted his head from eating and swallowed, blood dripping from his chin. "A nice piece of ass always tastes so sweet." he murmured, relishing in the joy of feasting on the flesh of his own species. "It's a shame I had to kill her." he gave a huge fake sigh, giving her a glance before he finished speaking. "Could have gotten some ass out of her before I did... Oh well. Perhaps the next time." He smirked at her before taking a hold of the leg, yanking it off and trotting away to the safety of his shrubbery to eat, his tail high in the air as he did so.

[Senta]

“Conceited son-of-a-bitch you are,”

[/color] she murmured, closing her eyes slowly. “Do all of the females fall for your charms?”[/color] Senta smiled to herself. She had certainly done so on more than one occasion, not that she’d let him get the satisfaction of knowing that. It was already bad enough that they were the most dysfunctional pair of lovers she had ever had the pleasure of knowing. And yet, she didn’t honestly care. He provided for her and she provided him with a pack and, one day, a place by her side in her kingdom. Sighing, the ivory essa rolled from her stomach to her side and stretched out her legs. The shade was moving and she would soon have to find a better place to rest until night.

The white wolf listened to the male eat with a disinterested air. The sun, while not directly on her, was reflecting off of the pearly sands and onto her coat. Thankfully she was of a lighter colour, giving her the advantage in the sun. But it was still uncomfortable. Almost as uncomfortable as the sand in her fur. Lifting her head, the Alphess looked over to Cannibal and smiled. Just how she met him alright. Blood staining his fur and a wolf carcass in front of him. How charming indeed, she thought with a near sigh. What a pain in the ass.


Ood: sorry it‘s so short… >>;[/blockquote]

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac268/derangedMUFFINs/tamalemid.png] "Always, sweetheart." he told he with a grin before he finished his meal and kicked away the scraps of the young female, her figure and face no longer decipherable. Such a shame too. She could have been worth his time. He glanced over at Senta as he consented to cleaning his front legs with long strokes of his tongue. This abstinence binge he was on, just so he could have her, wasn't working in his favor. It was like asking a bear to not hibernate over the winter. It just wasn't possible. As she hadn't officially announced him as her mate and she hadn't allowed him to tie their union, there was nothing stopping him from simply... going off and finding someone else. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if she had simply found someone else to sate her thirst. However, every time he eyed a perfect female, she popped back into his mind and he only felt the longing for her. It was irritating, at the most but what was worse was how Senta merely threw sand in his face every time he attempted to get closer. If this was going to continue, he was just going to get up and leave. He did it before, he can do it again. He had been a loner long enough to survive on his own. He didn't need her. A few years as a loner without her near by he'd be able to forget about her. "So what are your plans for this pack?" he asked her mildly, sounding as though he were simply making conversation as his brain continued to mull over their strange relationship. "Make a giant pack of Cannibals and eat all he rest of the packs till you can take over?" He snorted at the absurd images in his mind of Senta swallowing wolves whole as she went from pack to pack till their were no wolves left to protest her taking over the lands. "Because I don't know about you but I have no intentions of doing such a thing..." He waited for her fur to be ruffled and to snap at him. Let her. He had never been power hungry. That was her. He had simply come along for the ride because he could be himself around other wolves and not be judged. Plus, getting a nice piece of ass was a bonus but at the moment, he wasn't sure he was going to get his bonus. Cannibal had only ever cared about himself and only himself. He didn't care about ruling the lands or becoming the most powerful. He had spent most of his life as an outcast and nothing would change the pleasure he got in traveling lands alone and ripping open the throats of wolves and disappearing before the body was found. "And I don't fancy coming face to face with Nahani. He may still be mortal and a regular wolf but a wolf with followers behind him is dangerous indeed." Why did he care? He was starting to not sound like himself, and he was sure Senta would notice. He frowned at the thought and lashed his tail angrily. "I'm going to go find water and, if I'm lucky, shade." he grumbled, standing from his spot beneath he shrub and walking into the open sunlight, his pelt, white only from behind, flashing brightly. He needed to clear his head of such thoughts.

[Senta]

“I have told you my plans,”

[/color] she snapped. “You are an ignorant fool, Cannibal.”

Her anger, while somewhat justified, was only there because she was frustrated. Sexually and emotionally. But she knew that one of them would break soon. And it would more than likely her. But until such a time, she would remain as poised as possible. Senta was, after all, an Alphess. Shaking her head once, twice, three times, the white wolfess watched his retreating back. The sun was beating down on it and it illuminated his fur in a most pleasing way. And his voice! However annoying at times, it was still the most handsome voice she had heard. Other than that alpha she met in Lucatrova.

“Nahani is no more dangerous than a pack of cannibals,”[/color] she commented, mostly to herself. Standing and shaking the sand from her fur, Senta trailed after the male with a lingering interest. Her eyes had obtained a nearly innocent look as she followed, relishing in the sight of such a strong male. The curves of his muscle barely discernible beneath his fur, but still defined all the same. She could feel herself growing hot with the thought of taking him as her mate. A mental shake rid the thought from her mind, but it was still niggling at the corner. She wanted him. Badly.

“Get back here, bitch.”[/b][/blockquote]

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac268/derangedMUFFINs/tamalemid.png] He was aware of her following him and he had to smirk. She pushed him away so hard that he found it comical that she just... couldn't... stay away. It was like they were magnets. It was so hard for her to allow him to leave her eyesight and he found it adorable, if not a little (gah I don't know the word. Sorry) He looked over his shoulder at her, surprised to find a look of pure innocence. He had to admit, that wasn't a look he was used to seeing on Senta's face. The look itself, not her words, caused him to stop and turn around, a delicate brow arched gracefully. His heart beat against his chest and he had to take a few deep breaths to cool it. The sexual tension between them was growing and he couldn't help the thought that perhaps she was calling him back to have him, to finally give him what he so desperately craved. But he was playing his part so well, the interested male who constantly kept her at a distance while still probing her own defenses. He knew it bothered her and the game only made him want to play harder. "Bitch?" he asked with a chuckle as she caught up to him, he sat down, the sun radiating off his blue and white markings, making the blood stained markings stand out awkwardly against him. He could still smell the female's blood as it soaked into his skin. Already, the buzzards were circling the decaying corpse. The complete macabre picture was making him crazy. "I don't believe I fall under the category of 'bitch'" he told her. ""Without me, you wouldn't be able to hunt successfully." he teased her. "So I think it's the other way around, sweetheart."

[Senta]

"You act like I am physically incapable of anything," the femme spat. "I am perfectly capable of hunting for myself!" Her ears fell back on her head as she let her frustrations roar. This male would finally have her today, and she would finally have him. And it would be that way until she tired of him. Though who knew when that would happen. Mentally preparing herself, the essa walked a little closer to Cannibal and smiled.

"I am no one's bitch, my dear," she purred. "If anything, you are mine." Steeling herself for whatever jeering he would do, Senta walked right up to him and pressed her head to his broad chest. It was the first real physical contact she had initiated. No one touched her. No one. But here she was, the Alphess and Queen cannibal, rubbing herself against a male. Willingly of all things! And as soon as the initial contact was began, Senta found that she liked it. The touch of his fur to hers was almost like a drug. The feel was gentle and soft, though brittle because of the dried blood. She couldn't get enough of it. She sat down next to him and just left her head on his chest, smiling gently and glad that he couldn't see the look on her face. The insults from that alone would be enough to kill the mood.

"A...are you ready?" she hesitated. It was completely unlike her. Not that anything up to this point was the norm for her. He had probably done this a hundred times, if not more. And here she sat. A young female somewhat helpless to the charms of the Cannibal that seduced her. She was at ease with the fact that, in spite of their sexual tension, they were fundamentally compatible. They just hated each other too much to see that. Sighing softly, she pressed herself a little closer to Cannibal and wrapped her tail around her paws as she waited for his answer.

ooc: i'm not even gonna bother with the coding tonight. Too fucking annoying.

[cannibal]

He had courted and swooned many a female in his lifetime, sometimes to sate a thirst only a female could do to him and other times, it was to get a good meal but never had his charms fell on deaf ears. Never had he had a female who so openly went against him, refusing any sort of flirting or suggestions as Senta had. It had come as an interesting game, in the least. It was more frustration then it was fun. But he knew that if he waited it out long enough, she would come to him. They always did. He didn't quite understand, himself, what the attraction was but he had a feeling it was the way he told them how he lusted for them and yet continued to push them away. It was a dangerous game he played but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Besides, he looked at life this way; if anyone pissed him off, he could just eat them. Problem solved. However, he didn't know if he could see himself eating Senta. The familiarity was too much.

A-are you ready? He raised an eyebrow above her head where she couldn't see. Did she just stutter over those words like a scared youngster? He smirked at the thought. So she did have a softer spot. He knew she did. He had seen a hint of it when they had first met, when she had been unsure whether or not to admit that, she too, was a cannibal. But he wouldn't point it out. Not when she was this close, not when she was physically touching him to the point where it almost hurt. The soft weight of her against his chest caused his heart to hammer against his rib cage. Any harder and he swore she'd be able to feel it. He lifted his paw, attempting to use his softer side and pushed her chin up till her face was looking at his. His smirk was gone to be replaced by a smile, still slightly cocky but not pathetic like a sensitive male who truly loved his mate. Sorry, he wasn't like that. "Really, babe?" he asked with a small chuckle. "Have you forgotten I've been chasing you for years?" he asked her, putting his paw back down on the ground, the paw that was still stained with the female's blood. "But between you and me? I'd still rather like to find shade." He looked up at the sky then to see two buzzard's circling lazy above them, as if they were simply waiting for one of them to collapse under the sun's heat. He frowned at them, wishing he could leap into the air and snap their wings off.

[Senta]

No longer trusting her voice, the Alphess nodded once after he released her face. His scent was better up close, she rationalized. Not from the distance she was used to keeping between them. No matter how power-hungry, ambitious or what-have-you she was, Senta was still a female. She wanted, very deep down, the emotional connection between her and Cannibal. Even if it would never come, she wanted it. He was kind to her, in his own way, and she was kind in her own way. Most of her kindness extended to letting him live with her in her pack. That was it. She didn’t hunt for him, she didn’t do much of anything for him. He did all of the work. Senta was fine with that. It had worked for them for a while and she wasn’t about to throw the proverbial wrench in the works just for a change of pace. Cannibal, for all of his cockiness, was someone she didn’t mind being around.

The essa rubbed her nose under Cannibal’s chin once and padded away with a swing to her hips. Now that she was fully ready for him, granted the heat was still putting a damper on things, Senta was in a seductive mode. Not that she needed to be. They were both to the breaking point.

“There’s some shade this way,” she smiled. “If memory serves.”

Senta was eager to get this show on the road. Then he would be her Alpha. There would be nothing standing in his way but her word, though that probably wouldn’t stop him anyways. He wanted what he wanted and nothing the petite femme could do would stop him. Though the conquest of the other packs was purely his idea, she hoped that it would infect his mind after she had his pups. What a thought! She sighed inwardly. Having that asshole’s pups. But it’s pretty much guaranteed at this point. Shrugging once, the ivory wolfess continued padding across the hot sand towards a small oasis within the pack’s land.

Soon enough, she walked up to the tiny stand of trees. There wasn’t much shade here, but there was enough for what the two of them planned to do. And there was even a small pond. They would be set for a while. Curling up beneath one of the vast palm trees, the she-wolf waited for her soon-to-be mate to catch up with her.