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#dope #boner (oh god enslavement)
« on: June 22, 2016, 12:39:34 AM »
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The pain in her stomach had gone from a soft four to a spiking nine, leaving her a crippled mess on the ground she desperately wanted to run from. Atlas was on foreign soil, or at least just outside of it, and her fat effing stomach had left her in such a mess she could only curse the youth growing within it. They kicked. All of them, at once, they protested her laying down, they all wiggled and wammed in a way that a low growl was the only remedy.

And then they stopped.

As if they knew, already, the one warning they would get before she would tear open her own belly and watch them writhe away their lives. Whether she survived or not did not matter, it was the idea they wouldn't that brought her comfort.

Golden eyes watched her surroundings carefully, lips remained curled back as a warning for anyone who approached, but beyond her ability to snap at anyone who got close enough, her threats were as futile as her journey. How she wished she had not strayed from them, from her new (now old) family. How Atlas should have listened to her gut and not gone away to scout in a different place. Maybe it was her father leaving (if Zasha still chose his path to a loving sanctuary) and the rest of the children, but she knew she was pregnant before she had showed.

Atlas knew she could not take the sour looks from her troop if they knew she was carrying freeloaders, if she had given them their first breath and taken it away in the same motherly kiss she gave all her other culled children. If she were to turn up without them, after becoming a rotund hot mess, could she look Sappara in the eyes and ask for understanding? Could she look the other younglings in the eyes and hope they respected her choice? Or the rest of those who had joined up until the point she left. Would they understand and leave her be?

And suddenly, she was tired. Atlas could no longer keep her head upright, but let it rest in the leaves and dirt of the next unfortunate chapter of her life. Only, she thought this was a temporary home, this bed of fallen leaves that cradled her sleeping form. She never realized there were hidden thorns on vines ready to wrap themselves around her and drag her inwards. Atlas only began to dream of freedom and youth, how all of it was lost on her in the harsh waking world.

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Somewhere in the distance a large cat watched. Somewhere in the distance, that same cat turned to retrieve someone who could remedy the mint wolf's situation. Whoever Lynx saw first, she told of Atlas and her vacant snarls. The leopard didn't have much of a choice, maybe time was ticking and the sands were draining.

All she knew was that Alteron could be compassionate.. sometimes.

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Re: #dope #boner (oh god enslavement)
« Reply #1 on: June 22, 2016, 04:12:57 AM »
Vitality would not be tamed, even under the gnarled ribcage of the jungle. Along the leaden line of perdition, the drums of its dormant heart slowly thundered, the unanticipated scent of the pregnant female tearing into the air like hungry teeth on an open wound. It was unknown life, fresh and tantalizing, in the end more than enough incentive to stir the wandering herald into action, fueled after a female leopard had been kind enough to share the very interesting news with him.

He expected his mother wouldn't be far behind.

Shadows and mottled light passed over him, the bristles of the earth falling beneath his feet. Cocytus approached the minty coloured female silently, not a serpent slithering through the grass, or a monster crashing like thunder through shattered wreckage. No – what walked to Atlas was simply a half-brother finally fledged, hungry and captivated, poised to seize more, and more, and more.

And wasn't she interesting, he thought, quietly circling her slumbering form, the slight tremor in his frame betraying his true desire to draw close. His amber gaze examined her body and extended stomach, lingering on the numerous scars that littered her form, scenting the exhaustion and stress that seemed to shine from her like beacons. Her pregnant state was strikingly apparent, as grave and sharp as the teeth hiding beneath his maw. Poor, poor woman.

Cocytus thought about waking her up, about dragging her in. He had a right to. After all, wasn't it his duty to be a shepherd, to guide the lost back through Alteron's gates? The fact that she was sleeping there, pregnant and unprotected, seemed to tell him enough.

Still...

If Atlas were to wake, she would find the Dragon's warmest son sitting a few feet away from her, watching and waiting, vigilant because it was his duty to be, and confident because she was resting in the jaws of his home. Alteron had bred houses of nobles and pawns, of monsters and redeemers. Even lost in shadow, the cycle endured, ever continuing. Any soul that wandered too close to its heart was bound to be lured.

It was only a matter of time.


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Re: #dope #boner (oh god enslavement)
« Reply #2 on: June 23, 2016, 11:28:22 PM »
Although Orcrist wasn't a beast of hard labor, hardly shifting his weight heavily into a job no-less given to him for showing up at every opportunity Azuhel gave him. Yet with the second Commandant missing, the job fell upon his greedy hands, and even if he wished to laze and eat all day, Orcrist knew when to stand and walk to certain destinations. There weren't many wolves under his command, which was a shame. They could possibly do his job for him, yet with little effort he could keep the facade of credit in order to keep his points and status. Yes, he could sit on their backs and eat grapes, but that wasn't the case, now was it?

The bulky brute came to the edge of the kingdom, so eagerly wishing that no one was there so he may lay upon the leaves to nap before seeking out whatever food he could grab and sleeping again. Ah, yes, he was lazy indeed, but work called and work he shall. Luckily, something caught his eye and the wafting smell of an unfamiliar body came his way. Fresh blood was always welcomed into Alteron, dragged in by the napes and set to work in the mines. He'd have to give whatever scraps was left to the Elite patrol.

The minty figure upon the ground wasn't the only thing that piqued his interest though (even if it was the main target of his presence), the Dragon's blue son had been sitting there, waiting, watching. The Commandant slithered between trees and brush to slide beside the false-god's son, tongue lapping at his chops with a thick film of saliva. "An' what do we have here?" he said with a humming tune vibrating through his throat. The scene laid out was very curious to him, enough so Orcrist tilted his head in minor thought. What to do, what to do?

Green eyes glanced over at Cocytus for a moment. "What'cha thinkin' we should do with 'er?" He was curious to know what the Dragon's son had in mind, what he would do when she woke up. "Ah' say take 'er to the Eyes, that plump belly ain't just from over eatin'. I'd know." Orcrist gave a slight grin, but he knew that pups were a great asset to Alteron. It only inflated their population, and with new blood and new minds, they could easily be manipulated to what they desired.

Tail swished from side to side as his thoughts ran deeper. "Get some water for the poor woman, must be tired. I'll wake 'er, and if she runs well... She'll have to drink dirt." Orcrist would nod before standing and approaching Atlas' lifeless body, except for the obvious heaves of breathing her body displayed. A brow cocked as a paw tried to move her muzzle a bit. Something odd about this one, he thought, though cleared his throat to proceed. "Rise n' shine, sweetheart." Teeth would grab at her nape, and if successful he would pull her up to her feet.

After all, it was only a matter of time, and the time was now.
« Last Edit: June 23, 2016, 11:29:27 PM by Orcrist »


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Re: #dope #boner (oh god enslavement)
« Reply #3 on: June 24, 2016, 01:34:45 AM »
Each step was done with purpose, each paw twisted and placed in a manner that would give no obvious sound to her position and mass. She was a shifting shadow among the foliage, a beast of purpose who stalked a somewhat wide circle about the gathering balanced precariously on the edge of a territorial barrier. She heard their voices, tones carried on the wind, words that gave insight to curiosity and possible opportunity that were easily utilized to locate those who she could yet see. It was then that she waited, cautiously and quietly. A stalker, a predator, a once sleeping warrior whose journey had taken her from one rumbling hell to the next. If not for the volcano she might have been unable to awaken from the darkness that had gripped her. If not for the volcano she would not have found her interest lured beyond the screaming wolves of Saboro and toward the open spaces beyond. Though, she had left with an idea in mind, a figure to find and had stumbled upon another.

She had no idea whom the mint colored wolf was, but had followed the scent for some time. She was hungry, and the woman collapsed among the leaves was fat swollen with a meat just waiting to be torn from her bones. Izzy was not a picky individual, the slumbering sack would make a grand meal as any other… but the company that picked and prodded at her made her stalked prey all the more difficult to capture.

Perhaps, that mint colored female, would provide more than just an easy slaughter.

So she waited, settled and interested, until the wolf that approached wrapped his maw about her nap and tried to pull. That was when she broke from the brush, her form easily able to push aside the brush as she stepped forward with scarred face and black fur hidden the roll of flexing muscle.

Her rumble was curious, though deep. A long, slow growl of ownership at the lad that seemed keen on waking the slumbering meat-ball. It tapered off quickly as sunset eyes moved from one male to the other and tattered ears twitched to listen for others that may approach on the border. For now, it was just them. For now, she remained confident and eager.

That could, obviously, change.

You’ve found my gift. She rumbled, her husky tone lacking any particular honeyed emotion or amusement. It was a slow sort of wheeze, rusty with the shake of her chest and the flex of spread digits. She turned that scarred face to the wolf that was closest—the male with the southern accent, one so painfully familiar that red fur nearly destroyed her vision as the delusion tried to plant itself firmly over her reality—The girl is mine.

She hadn’t been tracking this meat sack from Saboro for nothing.

Though she had other plans for the moment, plans that would involve a deeper investigation into the lands these wolves must have come from. Surely they weren’t all loners just dancing on the edge of an unseen wall of property. She inhaled deeply, her brows somewhat furrowed, before she turned the oddity of her gaze to the boy. Her ears were still swiveled in the direction of the other male—she would keep track of them both, as experience dictated she do—but she would allow this boy to see the twisting perversity within. Perhaps, it was a look that would prove familiar to him, that look of barely leashed sanity and rattling madness.

Only tampered by a semblance of curiosity.

I am looking for a wolf. Male. His scent is nearby.

Between this pack and the other, the one she swore she’d never return to. That purple tree sporting haven of weakness, Inaria. Where her memories of purpose were muddled by the disappearance of her one true king.

Shall I… assist you?

Then she came forward, each step perfectly planned as that body of athletic expertise moved with a grace all its own. Now she was looking back to the closest male, staring toward his green eyes while her own glimmered with a bit of amused mirth—

She doesn’t need to be conscious, does she?
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Re: #dope #boner (oh god enslavement)
« Reply #4 on: June 30, 2016, 08:49:44 PM »
Silence.

There was a steady stream of it, surrounding and warm, and then it was gone. The smell was off, but before she could open her eyes, Atlas envisioned her den in Saboro. She pictured Bane and Reiss cuddled together, Raylan at the entrance, all their children nearby. It was deep in the night and the air was filled with hoots and soft snores. The occassional whimper brought fur along her nape to bristling, but soothed itself away.

A southern drawl she mistook for a twin's brother, something that held more bass but the consistency stayed the same. "Lucas, come back later," she'd snort in her sleep, single good ear wiggling as her body rolled to comfort on its side and back. "Can't you see we're sleepin" her lips smacked and both paws rubbed themselves against her still shut eyes.

And then reality struck like a viper on the back of her neck, bringing her back down from the clouds and yanking her right up from the earth.

Golden eyes shot open, lips curled back in a snarl as she threw herself towards him, her now steady legs launching forward while a snarl escaped from her lips. Her only aim was to topple into him and bite like the mad dog she was. "The girl is mine." She was no one's, and would've claimed as such if she wasn't busy trying to get a mouth full of little boy blue.

All the while, the negotiation for her entrance (and Izzy's) was being conducted without ANY OF HER CONSENT!!!!!! In fact, she was so blinded by anger and hate for the first creature she saw, she couldn't bother to listen to what those intellectual assholes were coming up with. Or even whether or not they were coming to save Cocytus.

He was a sweet boy, but probably not anymore. Now he was going to be dog chow. Grade A Kibble. A distant memory for those who truly loved him. Like his Mother, and his siblings. Surely they would save their son, surely this mother teresa of alteron would have a champion.

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Re: #dope #boner (oh god enslavement)
« Reply #5 on: July 06, 2016, 02:53:27 AM »
Did Atlas dream of paradise? Did she dream of a heaven that she and her unborn offspring could call home? A home that would guide them, nurture them, and protect them?

Did she dream of Alteron?

Cocytus wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there, watching Atlas sleep, when Orcrist joined him. He briefly looked away from her minty coloured form to greet the older male with a warm smile, acknowledging him silently, watching and listening as the Commandant too observed their unfamiliar guest, eventually voicing his thoughts.

After a moment, the blue herald hummed quietly in agreement. "Ma will wanna see 'er," he said, watching their pregnant visitor grumble in her sleep. "Lil Blue may need an alchemist too. She looks like she's ready to pop." The corner of his lips curled, and he glanced at Orcrist, perhaps sharing an amused glance with him. He'd no doubt the Dragon would be interested in their find. The children Atlas carried in her womb had the potential to be valuable. Useful.

Young minds were easier to mold and teach, after all.

There was suddenly movement out of the corner of his eye, and he quickly turned his head to look, watching as a giant of a wolf emerged from the underbrush and approached them. Izanagi was an impressive sight to behold, easily towering over all three of them – almost like a bear. There was a long moment in which Cocytus simply sat quietly in his place, unnaturally still, carefully observing her and listening to her speak, claiming Atlas as hers. It made him narrow his eyes, though he still managed a calm, friendly smile.

"What's yer name, and th' name of this fella yuh be searchin' for?" he carefully asked, holding her gaze intently when she looked at him. There was a wild hunger within him that instantly yearned to learn more about this intriguing titan, this midnight wanderer who sought information yet offered them assistance. Izanagi's gaze was too familiar, too bright and burning to dismiss.

It reminded him of fire.

Perhaps he would have said more, listened more, or gone to fetch the slumbering, pregnant woman an alchemist and some water. Perhaps he would have done any of these things – had Atlas decided not to wake up in that very moment and lunge for him.

Teeth grazed across his cheek, nearly making contact with his right eye. Cocytus flinched instinctively, managing to snap his head away just in time. But shock made him stumble, giving the pregnant woman the opening to bury her teeth in his shoulder instead. He felt the skin beneath his fur give, felt every forceful wrench and pull, aggressive and sharp, tearing, ripping.

For a brief moment, Cocytus only felt numb.

And then the pain finally registered, mind connecting with body, and he snarled and shrieked, attempting to pull away from her savaging jaws. The world sounded like a distant roar (the song of fire, a fervent part of him reverently thought) in his ears, and all he could focus on were the teeth ripping into him, while his vision, for a brief and terrifying instant, bled blindly out of focus, like the blood spilling from him.

But then a heartbeat passed, loud and thundering, and his vision came back, swiftly, along with a growing sense of clarity.

People thought Cocytus warm and kind – and he was. Some likely even thought him weak because of that too. But the dragon youth had grown a lot, had had time to learn a lot of pivotal teachings from his mother, like how pain was sometimes necessary, whether you were giving or receiving it. Pain without reason was easy, simple, but that wasn't his intention here.

Cocytus knew exactly what he was about to do.

Bared teeth went for the back of Atlas' head, where her ears, tall and vulnerable, rested close. He reached down to grab the one that already looked like it'd been maimed before, jaws closing around the tender cartilage, mauling the rest of it off (and perhaps even devouring it) with calculated abandon should his aim prove successful, using his own bulk to also try to pull her down. Cocytus wanted her to let go. He wanted her blood and her compliance.

Mostly, he decided he also wanted her unconscious as well.
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Re: #dope #boner (oh god enslavement)
« Reply #6 on: July 06, 2016, 05:54:56 AM »
The minty girl was mumbling in her slumber as the dark wolf with eyes of fire came stalking in. Orcrist’s olive eyes snapped to her immediately, brows furrowing. Intimidation was not  he was used to, hardly knew when to take the hint that someone was a predator among him, but he was of nobility, therefore he had no need to worry. Izanagi claimed the girl as hers and the Commandant gave out a laugh, husky and booming, before he turned his gaze upon the Dragon’s child. “Aye, ‘he Dragon will be notified of ‘he girl an’ ‘er bundle.

Olive eyes would then turn back to the black girl, stating something that was meant to be clear as day. “An’ then she’ll belong to Alteron.” And to spite the black wolf, he wanted to bring the minty girl into his Court. There was another purpose though that Izanagi was there, and that was to find someone, but neither Cocytus nor Orcrist knew of them. “Yah can come in if’n yah wish if that’s what is needed, but leavin’ ain’t an option. So, do yah want to go in the easy way as an acceptance or are yah gonna make it hard? Yer choice.” The commandant didn’t have time for someone else’s errands, they were in the middle of a slaving with Atlas.

Yet something unexpected came up as the minty girl spun up from under Orcrist and launched herself at the blue Dragon. His tail lifted as he surged forward after her, a little stunned that she was so fast on her feet even with a bundle in her belly, but he didn’t know that she was from Saboro, a nation who had strong wolves despite their impaired states at times such as pregnancy.

Ivory teeth had slashed into meat in a split second, the Dragon’s son feeling hot pain for perhaps the first time in his life as the woman tried to brutalize her captors. Unfortunately, she was out numbered, Orcrist coming in fast. Cocytus tried to hold her down by the side of the head via ear while the Commandant swept in to grab her back leg, attempting to pull her center of gravity from under her, bringing her down. If successful, Orcrist would then jump on her — carefully — and try to snatch her muzzle into his teeth to tear her away from Cocytus’ shoulder. If he was set free, then he would nod over to Izanagi, the Commandant now realizing his mistake in turning his back to a stranger, yet he wanted to make sure the Dragon’s son didn’t hurt the cargo Atlas was carrying. It was precious, significant, and important.

Settle down, sweetheart or there will be more pain than necessary. Don’t wanna hurt yah pups, do yah?” He hoped not, and Orcrist would try to reason. Azuhel was trying to keep the façade of Alteron being the good guys, yet their mask was all too real.


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And they shall say
unto the elders of his city,
This our son is stubborn and rebellious,
he will not obey our voice;
he is a glutton, and a drunkard.
- Deuteronomy 21:20
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