i eat boys up. [ray]

[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

The night air was split by a shriek, razor-sharp and wicked. The child growled softly as his fangs sank deeper into the newly-created cadaver, his eyes half-lidded in the drowsy trance of a hunter sated. For the briefest of moments, the child struggled against a watering mouth, the unsteady constriction of his throat. Saliva dripped freely from his lips, and at last Rubedo threw the rabbit to the ground.

Its white-brown patchy coat was ugly.

Rubedo turned from it and walked away, legs stiff and uncertain. The biting chill of Winterfang's long-running season brought some reason back to the child's mind. The desperate bloodlust withdrew, and Rubedo spat the remaining blood in his mouth onto the frost-covered ground. "It's just a rabbit, stupid," the child whispered to himself desperately. His jaw clenched, and for a moment Rubedo rocked - his jaws ground against each other, and the air crackled with an electricity known only to him. To was too easy to be overcome with memories here.

"I'll drive your stench away!"

With an exasperated snarl that bordered desperate whine, the red wolf turned and slashed at the rabbit, ripping its head fully off with one violent tug. The spine of a lagomorph was easily snapped, and a wolf's fangs could grind through bone. The overwhelming smell of lifeblood, heartblood, soaked the clearing. With another wrench of his neck, the child hurled the decapitated head away - his last sight was of the open mouth, buck teeth harsh, its round eyes stretched wide in terror that was almost comical. Then it was gone, disappeared into the darkness, into shadows Rubedo did not peer too closely at.

Rubedo stood rigid over the remains, his mouth opened wide as he breathed deep the scent of carnage. No more Winterfang, no more snow-scent, ice-scent. Just blood, just meat. Just the stench of death. At last he sat down heavily. He looked outward, toward the heart of the forest, only a few bounds visible by the bright moon above.

"Mother," he whispered at last. He turned his eyes toward the sky, seeking out the brightest star. "I need my fire." It was the soft plea of a child, unable to comprehend a world that did not play to his rules. His Sea-Mother would not hear him so far from her shores, but he had hoped that perhaps the All Mother might be tempted by the sudden snuffing of life. And yet she did not appear.

"Mother - !" His eyes shut tight in the desperate wish for a world that made sense.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: xxx
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[Ray]

DIONYSUS all i know is everybody loves me

Northward from Crowberry Lake stood a vast forest, named aptly for how its trees remained blanketed top to toe in stark white snow almost year-round. Even on its outskirts, where trees began to thin in transition to the lakeside grounds, snow still lay upon the ground in drifts and small hills. It was within this vicinity that Dionysus wandered tonight - maybe a little further from where he had been lingering that spring, but a particularly chilly wind had been blowing down from the forest into the lower lands for the passing of three entire moons. His intention had been to stay within the common territory of the lake for much of the season, but as far as Dimi knew the White Forest had lain asleep and unclaimed for many a year. So he had decided to go see what kind of a spring the forest had been having, leaving the relatively safe and warm meadows behind in trade for the less forgiving snow. The sky was dark but a big moon hung low and luminescent in the sky, casting its cold pale light over everything and creating long, sooty shadows that lay upon the snowy ground in sharp contrast. Dionysus walked along and marveled at the sight of his own shadow, black as night and stretched out upon the white snow, legs like stilts eating up the ground. It was so much quieter here, as if he had left all the wildlife behind him along with the lake - and so when a sharp scream split the air, it was as if the sound had come from right next to him. Of course, things being as they were, the shriek hadn't come from beside him at all. But he had a direction, and the sound told him that a rabbit had died, and a hunter had succeeded. He didn't know what drew him toward the scene, but Dionysus turned himself toward the location of that sound anyway, the rabbit's scream still ringing in his ears. His footsteps left large pawprints in the crunchy snow. Soon the smell of rabbit's blood could be distinguished on the night wind, heavily mingled with but not fully masking the scent of another wolf, who must have been the successful predator and not a lynx or snow leopard like Dionysus had been thinking. Being a generally gregarious wolf, Dionysus's ears pricked up in renewed interest at the prospect of coming across another of his kind. Perhaps the other wolf could tell him more about how the season had been going and sate his curiosity. Also, perhaps the wolf had something to say about whether the White Forest continued to remain unclaimed? The forest being vast as it was, wolves were often quite evenly dispersed unless they were living in a pack, and it wasn't often one would run into another loner unless one was consciously seeking them out. Dionysus approached the edge of a clearing just in time to see a strikingly red-hued wolf viciously behead the corpse of a rabbit on the ground, flinging the offending piece away into the trees. The head soared in an arc, landing unceremoniously in the shadows, bouncing once and rolling to a halt not too far from Dionysus's front paws. He stood in the shadows too though, and the other male's head was turned from him, so it seemed the wolf had not seen him approach. The red wolf's attention was on the remains at his feet, blood and spit dripping from his jaws as he heaved a breath, the rusty scent of blood strong in the air. Then all of a sudden it was as if all the passion and rage had drained from him, and he sat on the snow before his kill, eyes raised to the stars. A soft voice, barely audible, whispered a prayer to the heavens. Dimi had not seen such a display of emotion for many a year. Whatever had angered the other wolf and then softened him by turns must have been a big deal. "Mother - !" came one last plea, urgently, and the wolf that had just seconds ago seemed so very savage became suddenly small, a cub under the unsympathetic gaze of the sky. He waited a short while, letting the red wolf have his prayer and time to settle, before stepping forward into the moonlit clearing. Because of course Dionysus had to help, had to know if he could help. It sounded like this wolf was suffering - and nobody should have to suffer. His deep voice came softly, almost comfortingly, in the quiet of the night. "Are you alright?" ooc: I hope you don't mind me kind of surreptitiously pushing the time forward a bit because the weather board updated and apparently site time is almost summer lmao

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[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

Slowly, ever so slowly, the distress drained from Rubedo's body. The child breathed deep, drawing the scent of death deep with each expansion of his flanks. It's life is now mine, he reasoned. It was a lowly life to take, the short few years of a rabbit spent feeding and frolicking and fucking. His nose twitched. It had been a sinful creature; no wonder it had not appeased the All Mother. And yet wasn't she a trickster? Did not her name itself lend thought to entropy and disaster and a flickering disarray that led seasons to die again and again?

The softest crunch of snow beneath paw was enough for his eyes to slit open, ruby red hooded in the shadow of the moon. The child drunk deep of the air, sucking in a gulp of air even as his eyes rolled lazily to take in the wolf that emerged from the shadows.

It could not be her.

And a moment later his thought was proven right as the other wolf called out to him. The low lull of concern identified him as male, and as the stranger stepped closer, Rubedo realized that, strangely, the pair of them were equal in height: a rarity in and of itself, but what soured the realization was the male's muscular form, thick and bulky compared to Rubedo's fawn-like frame. For the smallest moment he cast the stranger a dismayed look, a child losing at a game that normally played his way.

Then the look was gone.

"It's rather rude to sneak up on someone," Rubedo said softly. He did not answer the other's question, instead rising to stand fully on all four paws, showing off his own height as well as the thinness of his coat all in one swift moment. Let the other draw what conclusions he wished. After a moment, he added,
"I was simply giving thanks to the ones who watch over us. Sadly, I don't believe the All Mother was listening."

He paused, dropping his gaze down at the rabbit, then added with a swish of his tail, a secretive smile clinging to his lips, "But she will hear my prayer eventually. Tell me, stranger," and here he extended one paw toward the other, still smiling, "What brings you onto the lands of the White Forest pack?"

The child's true calling had not been answered, but perhaps the All Mother had answered him, in her own way. In a trickster sort of way. This wolf was not the sort of gift Rubedo had hoped to receive, but he was not about to turn it away.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: ahhh it's short but i'm trying something new u_u
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[Ray]

DIONYSUS all i know is everybody loves me

As Dionysus advanced into the clearing, the other wolf's eyes flicked open to reveal a red as bright as the blood he had spilled onto the snowy ground. The red male regarded him with a languid gaze as Dionysus took a few more steps forward before coming to a halt, a comfortable, respectful distance away from him. Suddenly an expression of chagrin flickered across his face, though it showed for just a second - Dionysus blinked and it was gone, as if it had never been there. "It's rather rude to sneak up on someone," the other male murmured, rising to his feet as if to prove a point. Dionysus's eyebrows raised at the apprehending tone of his words, his head tilting away just a fraction, vaguely unimpressed at the red wolf's reaction to his harmless inquiry. What was unexpected was that the other was of comparable height to Dionysus himself, and the brute was not a small wolf. However that was where their similarities ended - the other male was slender and awkwardly proportioned, as if a yearling had shot up to the height of a grown wolf and yet not filled out along with it. His fur was similarly unkempt as if his full adult coat had not come in, and through the tufty uneven coat Dionysus could catch glimpses of shiny pale scars. "I was simply giving thanks to the ones who watch over us. Sadly, I don't believe the All Mother was listening." He referred to a deity with which Dionysus was not acquainted. His parents had believed in higher powers, and Dionysus along with them, but the All Mother was not a goddess he had been introduced to in his lifetime. Maybe they had a whole different pantheon of deities up north. Dionysus had been born in the warmer regions of the Shore Woods, and he was coming to conclude that not all wolves looked to the same gods. The male's expression then turned sly, as if a little secret had come to mind that was all too amusing. "But she will hear my prayer eventually. Tell me, stranger, what brings you onto the lands of the White Forest pack?" So his suspicions weren't unfounded! At long last someone had finally laid claim to the age-old White Forest. Although the boundaries of the forest were fresh and unmarked by the spoor of any wolf, no scents left to declare the territory had henceforth been spoken for. Perhaps Dionysus would have thought twice about crossing the borders if he had known otherwise. The other male continued to smile at him, his expression ever so slightly unnerving, and Dionysus drew back just a little, cautiously. Though he wasn't known so much for thinking before he acted, the big male took a little while to consider before speaking. "It's cold in the valley for this time of year. Thought I'd see what was going on up north." He'd left Fial'hin behind deep in slumber that night, to come up exploring this way. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all. ooc: SORRY FOR SHORT ALSO I don't think this son has as much of an internal monologue as my other son lmao

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[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

The smile that had hung so unbecomingly from Rubedo's lips slowly melted back into an expression of neutrality. He took on an almost pensive look, watching the other wolf as a goshawk might follow a squirrel's daily activities. And yet the interest in his eyes continued to wax and wane, and at last he was forced to drop his gaze, tongue poking out to run over his teeth.

In the chilling air, his nostrils flared.

At long last he moved to grasp the bloodied corpse, his fangs snagging in the torn fur even as the stranger continued to speak. With a wrench of his head, the rabbit flew, clearing the distance that divided them and coming to land closer to the other. The child raised his head, triumphantly, lapping at the blood that coated his white muzzle. "Your curiosity and kindness must be rewarded. I've no need for the rabbit; the All Mother would not accept it as a gift."

So saying, he dropped his head to tear at the blood-covered snow, rooting up freshly-fallen snow and slowly shoving it over where the rabbit had lain and bled upon the land. A few times his tongue darted out, lapping at the darkest of stains, his red eyes hooded. It was all too easy to think of the clearing as an alter to Flametongue himself: to Rubedo, really, and that he now drank the lifeforce of a creature freely given by a mortal pack. It was too easy - despairingly easy, but Rubedo did not forget himself. Even as he worked to remove all evidence of the bloody offering, his eyes moved elsewhere, locking onto the stranger once more.

"This land is only recently claimed after seasons of neglect. I would have preferred to take my birthplace sooner, but the White Forest is unkind to those who travel alone during the colder months." Rubedo drew his head back from the snow, at last satisfied that the murderous scene had been concealed. Seemingly pleased with himself, the child wagged his tail and cast the other a wide-eyed grin. "I apologize I could not welcome you properly, as an alpha might. So rarely do many stray into these chilling lands." For a moment his expression hardened, and he bared his fangs in obvious dislike. "So often it is the followers of Winterfang, coming down from the mountain to further his treacherous hold on this island."

And then the expression was gone and he pawed at the ground, claws pressing down until they scraped dirt and stone. "But forgive my prattling, stranger. The night is long, and while I am young, there is much I must do in the coming days. You are free to cross my lands as you wish until I have time to lay my borders." He moved then, as if to turn and pad away, but at the last second, he turned to look over his shoulder, "Or... was there something I might do for you?"

His tone was curious, questioning, the gentle prod of a wolf assured of his place in the world though without the means to yet assure it. But this was the child. Beneath the mask of the adult, he paced, a living flame that flickered behind kind eyes.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: stfu rubedo jfc
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[Ray]

DIONYSUS all i know is everybody loves me

The other male reached down and gripped the dead rabbit in his jaws, flicking it across the clearing at Dionysus, who eyed the prey corpse with a tinge of suspicion. "Your curiosity and kindness must be rewarded. I've no need for the rabbit; the All Mother would not accept it as a gift," he then declared, its fresh blood smearing his black lips and white snout in bright contrast, yet strangely mirroring his piercing eyes. The one-two punch of red only served to make him seem that much more crazed, at least to Dionysus. "Thanks, I suppose," he ventured skeptically, lowering his head to indicate he accepted the rabbit - though he wasn't particularly hungry it seemed untoward not to, as Dimi was a visitor, and this wolf clearly lived here. His green eyes remained focused on the other wolf though, wary. Dionysus mouthed at the rabbit absently, but his attention was on what the other male did next. The strange wolf rooted deliberately through the snow that covered the ground, turning over the bloody patch and pushing fresh white snow over it. It seemed odd that one would feel the need to do that - Dionysus had never met a wolf particularly concerned with blood and where it fell, as the land constantly renewed itself over the passage of time, and blood was earth, and earth was blood. Or so his parents had taught him. Blood falling to the ground was just it taking a shortcut, really. After having painstakingly turned nearly all the bloodstained snow over on itself the wolf returned his gaze to Dionysus, his words coming forth once again. "This land is only recently claimed after seasons of neglect. I would have preferred to take my birthplace sooner, but the White Forest is unkind to those who travel alone during the colder months." So not only was this his homeland, but the odd wolf standing before him was the alpha! Dionysus would never have guessed, what with the other seeming so thin and lanky, but he supposed now that the red stranger must have some substance to him to have been able to take over the White Forest alone. (Alone, though, was an assumption Dionysus had made based on the area around being otherwise deserted, as most unclaimed lands tended to be.) The other continued to speak, apologising for such an unceremonious welcome, as well as mentioning a Winterfang through gritted teeth. First the All Mother, now Winterfang - was it true then that the wolves of this area had their own deities? Most wolves he had met believed in some bastardization of the same base religion, but this was something new he hadn't encountered before. "But forgive my prattling, stranger. The night is long, and while I am young, there is much I must do in the coming days. You are free to cross my lands as you wish until I have time to lay my borders." The words were spoken confidently, magnanimously, as if the distressed wolf of just five minutes ago had never existed. It almost felt like a dismissal, and as he made to leave Dionysus was sure it was so, until he turned back and addressed him again. "Or... was there something I might do for you?" His interest, of course, had been piqued - Dionysus was always interested to know about the cultures of other groups and packs, and though he had been through the White Forest before he had never come across any wolf that spoke of an All Mother with such reverence, or a Winterfang with such distaste. "You mentioned an All Mother... Which deity is this? Who is she?" He quirked a brow in curiosity, tail swaying just a little. "My parents believed in the Maker. That's the only one I'm familiar with." A brief, unconcerned shrug of his shoulders indicated a vague sheepishness at not being familiar with the religious figures of groups aside from his own. ooc: HERE TAKE IT *runs away crying* Also look at me stealing the Maker from DA/Star Wars lmao

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[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

For the first time an almost kind smile spread across Rubedo's lips as the other lipped at the rabbit. A gift freely offered was not to be rejected, for it was a symbolic gesture. He gazed at the other almost fondly, an indulgent father overlooking his son's practiced good manners. Though he had kept himself purposely enigmatic throughout their exchange, Rubedo allowed this expression to remain on his face unguarded, a dip of his chin as close to a nod of approval as his body would allow itself.

And so, when the other asked after the gods, Rubedo was willing to speak on his elders. As easily as he turned to leave, he now swung to step closer, closing the distance between himself and the stranger with a few lithe strides. Almost elegantly, he allowed himself to settle down a few hare-leaps from the stranger. They had yet to exchange pleasantries, and the child knew better than to come closer without words that might shackle and bind his newfound companion, no matter how genial he might appear.

Rubedo licked his lips, as if once more tasting the blood of the hare, but when he spoke his voice was bright, almost warm, "Few have heard of the All Mother, my friend. She and her children mostly leave this island to its own devices, though recent events show she once more walks upon us." He breathed deep, his right ear flicking in a distracted manner as he chose how best to explain her. At last, he continued, "You would know her best as Chaos, but I know her as mother of all who came after. The Sea Mother, the Green Hunter. And from them, of course, their many children as well."

The Maker was a being unknown to Rubedo, but his eyes were kind as he began to paw at the snow, slowly scooping it into a mound, idly trailing his claws over its back; it was a simple action with no true purpose to it beyond the child immersing himself in the story of the All Mother and the Sea Mother, and of the Green Hunter and his twin daughters, much as the Sea Mother had birthed two sons. The tales weaved within his soul, and the child found stability in the knowledge that they were true. Grandchild to Chaos herself; his smile briefly flickered into a childish grin.

"I'm very interested in stories of the gods," Rubedo said, "and I'd be interested in knowing more of your Maker. Perhaps in exchange for some of my own tales? I've a den, deeper in the territory, where the winds cannot pierce our pelts." He grinned again, though it was more the mischief of an adult than the unbridled innocence of a child. "I've taken the time to cover the floor with shed pine needles. Not the most comfortable when your coat is ragged," and here he rolled his eyes, casting his gaze across his body, "but I'm sure you'd find it perfectly agreeable."

It was an invitation, though whether the wolf would take it as mere friendship or perhaps something more, mattered little to Rubedo. The only true goal in his mind was to gather more, keep them close, and slowly, so slowly, begin to teach them of what he was and what he would become once more. But such a practice took time. The slow unwinding of a yarn wound tight and wound long. But Rubedo was nothing if not patient, and he knew the look of a good candidate for his plans when he saw one.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: sneky rubby
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[Ray]

DIONYSUS all i know is everybody loves me

ooc: Oh god now I gotta make up some shit about Dimi's religion why did I do this to myself lmao When the red wolf spoke again it was as if his earlier mood had never happened, as if the vicious, desperate creature Dionysus had stumbled upon was a completely different being. His curiously red eyes shone with fervent enthusiasm for his own beliefs, as if Dionysus asking about the All Mother had unlocked a whole separate face of his personality that had been hidden up til then. "Few have heard of the All Mother, my friend. She and her children mostly leave this island to its own devices, though recent events show she once more walks upon us. You would know her best as Chaos, but I know her as mother of all who came after. The Sea Mother, the Green Hunter. And from them, of course, their many children as well." Ah, Dionysus was at least familiar with the recent events this wolf talked of. He too had witnessed the return of the goddess who was named Chaos, and during the event had asked that she might augment his strength. A wolf like him was mighty in stature already, but it didn't hurt to better something that was already impressive, did it? It was comforting to know that this stranger's religion did not exist on a completely different plane from his own, though, now knowing that the All Mother was simply yet another name for the powerful goddess. So he had been on the right track remembering that most wolves on the island subscribed to any of many versions of the same core gods. Dionysus watched with uncharacteristic thoughtfulness as the slighter wolf absently toyed with the snow beneath his feet, again struck by the way the personality he had first shown had seemingly flipped itself on its head. Now he was pensive, absorbed in his recounting, his voice civil and almost welcoming. Such a turn of events made the encounter of just a short while ago seem almost like a strange dream, as if the crazed wolf had just been a figment of his own imagination. Regardless, he kept respectfully quiet as the other finished explaining, as well as for a little time after to indicate he was absorbing the information and comparing it to his own beliefs, lining the other's gods up beside his own and finding them equal. Presently the strange wolf's soft smile spread into a grin, and he expressed his own interest in hearing about the gods the way Dionysus knew them. Wearing an impish expression, somewhat like the knowing smirk of a brother, he extended an invitation for Dionysus to visit his den. Perhaps it was the sudden roguish charm he exuded, the unexpected boyish enthusiasm for sharing his stories, or perhaps the hand of Chaos herself that caused Dionysus to hesitantly agree. "It's not too far, is it? I should be getting back by dawn," he muttered tentatively while glancing back in the direction he came, though he knew the night stretched long before them - the moon was hardly at her true height yet, and it wasn't as if Fial'hin couldn't handle a gentle spring morning on his own. Curiosity finally got the better of him and Dionysus turned back around, an easy smile on his face, having finally made up his mind. One did not recklessly turn down an alpha's invitation anyway, no matter what the odds. And for now, at least, it seemed a safe bet. He had been given a story, so now he had to give one in return. It was only fair. "Alright, lead the way then, to your humble abode. My name is Dionysus," he offered by way of belated introduction, inclining his head with his signature lopsided grin. It hadn't seemed pertinent to formally introduce himself til then, but now they were going to be treating with each other at least for the night in the alpha's own home, and he'd prefer they started off proper on the right foot. Even if, at the back of his mind, it did feel oddly as if he was stepping into the lair of the devil.

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[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

"It's not too far, is it? I should be getting back by dawn."

Rubedo kept his red gaze resting on his companion, allowing the other to decide on his own. He did not miss the hesitation, nor the subtle glance southward. Instead, his lips held the ghost of a smile, almost cocksure, but hardly distinguishable from his previous expressions of joy. He allowed the big male to reach the inevitable decision on his own terms. "Alright, lead the way then, to your humble abode. My name is Dionysus." And when assent was given, Rubedo at last rose to his paws.

He stepped still closer to the other, his breath panting hot and steamy in the cool night air. His expression was kind, and he leaned closer to Dionysus with a self-possessed confidence, as if he was certain the other would not attempt to attack him now - could not attack him, with his name in Rubedo's power.

"And I," he breathed out, his eyes hazed over with ancient memories of half-remembered stories and of wildfire, swiftly spreading, trapping itself, killing itself. "I am Rubedo, heir to the lineage of Flametongue."

And then he turned. His swift departure did not allow for further discussion, as he swept into a swift trot, his red tail streaming behind : the unfurled banner of a commander going to war. But he did not allow himself to be fully unknowable, occasionally turning to look over his shoulder to ensure Dionysus was keeping up. And each time, there was tthe kind smile on his face. As if this was all some elaborate joke to be played. As if he and Dionysus had entered into a secret sort of friendship with only the exchanging of their names. The truth of the matter was so much more, but his newly acquired confidant would not be privy to the details. Not yet.

Not before the prying eyes of Winter, all-seeing as far as the snow reached.

Rubedo did not lead Dionysus on a long journey. It was a short run, not much further into the territory, not to the depths of it where Rubedo's true lair was to be found, but instead to a natural cavern. It was sunk into the ground and likely dug out by generations of foxes or badgers or some similar beast Rubedo did not care to know. Regardless, the previous owner's scent had been obliterated by the sharp smell of crushed pine needles, which had been used as bedding to avoid touching the icy floor. The shallow opening lay beneath the roots of a hardy shrub, evergreen and hardy as all mountainous fauna tended toward. But beyond the tight opening, Rubedo had excavated further, digging out a den area large enough for several wolves to lie, planning for a time when his pack would guard the borders and might have to seek cover during a blizzard or some similar winter storm.

And yet at its entrance, Rubedo did not immediately enter, looking back toward the other wolf, almost warily. With a single nervous lick of his lips, he dropped down and squeezed into the entrance, waving his tail for the other to follow. Once within the den properly, he crept as far away from the entrance as he could, his red eyes gleaming in the sudden darkness. Though the cavern was not particularly warm, it did protect against the cold winds that blew above. The pine needles kept his warmth close. Properly settled, he dropped his head onto his front paws, expectant for the tales the other had promised.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: man this post is kinda gross, i just wanted them to hurry up and get back to talking lmao
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[Ray]

DIONYSUS i'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

ooc: Sorry Lir my love I've been rather awful at getting to shit on time these past few days :I <3 HERE'S EPIC POST TO MAKE UP FOR IT LOL The red wolf continued to look at Dionysus with that strange grin, ever so slightly unnerving - though perhaps that was the fault of the hare's blood that still clung to his muzzle, its rusty scent still thick on the air. He then drew nearer, red eyes appearing warm despite the odd smile, and offered up his own name. "And I," the alpha let out in a breathy murmur, as if sharing a secret, "I am Rubedo, heir to the lineage of Flametongue." Dionysus quirked an eyebrow with just a hint of skepticism, though his expression was tempered with genuine curiosity. In the context of their conversation up til now, was Flametongue to be considered in the same league as the All Mother and Winterfang? The names do seem to have something in common with each other, Dionysus thought, but he was not given a chance to respond. The red wolf had spun away and immediately began to move determinedly out of the clearing, presumably in the direction of the den he'd spoken of. Dionysus had to hurry a little to catch up, but soon adopted a comfortably loping stride as he followed the path that Rubedo was indicating. There was that nub of concern that niggled at the back of his mind with every long shadow that they passed, that they would be going too deep into the forest for him to make his way back home easily, that this stranger was leading him to his doom. But every so often Rubedo would glance back at him with those piercing red eyes, always unexpectedly, consistently kind, and that quieted his worries some. Perhaps he was trusting this strange alpha too easily? Still, Dionysus's mind did not linger on that for long, as was usually the case with this wolf. He was usually strong enough to force his way out of troublesome situations, and with the power Chaos had granted him, he wasn't terribly concerned about becoming incapacitated. As it turned out, his concerns were nothing to worry about - they came upon Rubedo's den shortly, a decent-sized hole in the snow-covered ground in the shade of a woody bush of sorts, its roots arching over the den's opening and strengthening the frozen topsoil. Dionysus's ears were tilted forward in unconcealed interest, curious to know how deep the cave extended underground, as the strong scent of pine wafted invitingly forward. But the alpha hesitated in front of the den's entrance, throwing Dionysus yet another look over his shoulder - and this time the cordial warmth in his eyes was missing, leaving only the bright, intense red. Had Dionysus been just a little more astute he might have recognised the anxious flick of his tongue for what it was, but his attention was elsewhere, and the motion slipped past his notice. And then Rubedo nipped through the opening and into the den, disappearing into the darkness. Dionysus crept forward and stuck his head right into the hole, glancing around as his eyes grew used to the darkness. As his nose had earlier informed him, the ground was strewn thickly with pine needles, and it seemed large enough inside to fit a decent sized hunting party. Rubedo lay at the far end of the den, his eyes reflecting what light did shine in through the entrance, giving them an eerie glow. Though the fur along his nape did prickle the tiniest bit, Dionysus shook that off and slipped down with a surprising amount of grace, taking care not to dislodge the carpet of pine needles too much. Inside the den the top of his head did press against the ceiling, but it was no problem to hold his head lower in the cozy little space out of the wind. Drawing closer to Rubedo and out of the direct vicinity of the den's entrance, where a little draft still blew in to rustle the tips of his fur, Dionysus dropped down onto the sharp-smelling bedding, lounging a little carelessly halfway on his flank, back paws out to the side. "Nice place you got here," Dionysus remarked saucily, flicking his tail over the pine needles before draping it over his back legs. "So to trade for your story, here's a story about my gods. It's the one my father told me when I was just a small thing." His face split with a wolfish grin. ((haha wolfish see what i did there)) "Though perhaps my version isn't exactly the same. It's been a while since I've had to tell it." Then his already low voice deepened perceptibly, as if he was preparing to channel the very deities of whose legends he was about to expound on. "In the beginning there were two. They didn't call themselves anything, not gods, not deities, they just were, and there were two. One we came to know as the Maker, and the other we came to know as the Destroyer. Later on others began to refer to the other as Chaos, though I'm not certain they're the same entity. They existed as opposites, each one keeping the other in a constant state of balance. The Maker created new things always, and the Destroyer would take them always, giving them back into the aether. So the Maker makes us when we are born, and when we die, the Destroyer takes us back into his realm, where we can be made into something new." By this point the mischievous glint often found in Dionysus's pale green eyes had exchanged itself for a distant, solemn gaze, as if he were looking far back into his memories. "When the time for this land has run out, it too will be taken back, and the Maker will create a new world, I'm sure. That's how the cycle has always gone." He blinked and the distant look on his face was gone, with the old Dionysus back as if he had never left. "There are a few lesser deities, but all are the creations of the Maker. Sooner or later the Destroyer will take them back too." "But enough of that for now," Dionysus ended with a restless smile, shifting about as if the talk of gods and deities made him feel too big for his skin. "Tell me about the All Mother. And while we're at it, tell me about Flametongue, too." Turning the attention back to Rubedo helped to divert his tension and he lay back against the back wall of the den with an easy grin, tail sweeping gently among the pine needles.

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[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

And so he is not a lumbering beast after all. The grace of the adult male seemed to almost mesmerize Rubedo, the child again licking his lips, though with a decidedly different sort of emotion behind the normally weary action. Here was a specimen in the prime of his life, his body a temple rather than a prison: the truth of it did not summon Rubedo's ire, for all that it might have mere moments ago when Dionysus had simply been a shadow stumbled upon a ritual of the gods. The alpha's eyes burned, sharpened by anticipation for every moment the other made, eager to see the way Rubedo himself might have moved, had his body not been so crippled by the unfortunate joining of a mortal vessel with an immortal soul.

And yet he did not think to ponder the unnaturalness of it; to his mind it was simply a natural consequence of mixing divine with downtrodden, as all mortals were forced to be by their very limited life.

But as the other spoke, Rubedo withdrew from his mindful musings. That sort of thinking was best saved for another time. A different time. Not now when he was - well, not now. And the uncommonly sharp rebuke forced a sigh from his mouth, a short puff that curled with amusement against the den's low ceiling.

"Nice place you got here," had been words that had barely registered in Rubedo's mind during the entire mental back-and-forth, but he allowed a lazy smile to crawl across his lips all the same. The distance between them was perhaps only the length of a wolf, and Rubedo could easily imagine how the other might react to his own initiative, a steady stalk that ended with the most delicate of muzzle bumps, followed by the exchange of warmth on a cold night.

But no, for surely the wolf had someone or something awaiting his return. And yet the thought held stubborn counsel in his mind as Dionysus began his story.

"In the beginning there were two. They didn't call themselves anything, not gods, not deities, they just were, and there were two. One we came to know as the Maker, and the other we came to know as the Destroyer. Later on others began to refer to the other as Chaos, though I'm not certain they're the same entity. They existed as opposites, each one keeping the other in a constant state of balance. The Maker created new things always, and the Destroyer would take them always, giving them back into the aether. So the Maker makes us when we are born, and when we die, the Destroyer takes us back into his realm, where we can be made into something new."

What strange tales idle minds were capable of spinning. Rubedo was careful to keep his expression considerate, but within the child laughed at the absurdity of such a commonplace tale. He knew the All Mother for what she was, but the fires of Flametongue begged him to hunt the Maker, to hurt the Maker, to properly punish this usurper, who would claim such a powerful title while Rubedo and his siblings withdrew from the world. To latch upon his throat, to feel his skin bubble and split, to taste iron-rich lifeblood - Rubedo blinked hard, the hunger of it threatening to overwhelm.

"When the time for this land has run out, it too will be taken back, and the Maker will create a new world, I'm sure. That's how the cycle has always gone. There are a few lesser deities, but all are the creations of the Maker. Sooner or later the Destroyer will take them back too."

"Yes, it's all an endless cycle." The soft murmer escaped Rubedo's throat almost as if by accident, his red eyes filmed over - his thoughts ran as a herd of elk might, driving forward, constantly shifting. And in the end he lipped at his mouth once more, remembering the powerful feeling of a throat held gently in his jaws. When his eyes at last sought the other's, there was a quiet want nestled within.

"But enough of that for now; tell me about the All Mother. And while we're at it, tell me about Flametongue, too."

Rubedo swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between Dionysus's ocean-filled eyes and the darkened floor. Warmth overflowed his brain, and his pelt tingled, flushed hot, his skin as red as his patchy coat. But he pushed through the feverish feeling, gulping once more to remind himself how to speak. "There's so much I could say," he murmured at last. "Where could I begin, that you might return to your - responsibilities -" and oh, sweet Sea-Mother, how he clambered over the word, "before the night was done?"

Idiot, the still-sane part of his brain wailed, and he was desperate to escape the stifling heat that seemed to permeate the den, suddenly too small, too cramped to contain the two of them.

A mortal paramour is inadvisable. "Our All Mother is your Chaos, as I have said." His tongue was lead in his mouth, a limp dead snake. But still he attempted to hold onto his superiority, the truth that separated him from his companion. "She made the world, and created the Sea Mother and Green Hunter to hold counsel over it. They were created equal and yet unlike, for she was entropy and knew life could only be birthed by two constants at odd with each other."

It was easier to speak now, withdrawing from the side of him that wished so desperately to bury its snout against Dionysus's throat, pressing nose and muzzle and not fangs, never fangs, but perhaps he might bare his throat if the other asked. And just as quickly the image burned, fireflies in the depths of his mind sparking to life and guttering out as quickly as they broke through the darkness.

"As the Sea Mother raised her mighty oceans, so the Green Hunter drew the isle of Somerset from her depths. Constrained to her endless tides, the Sea Mother in turn gave birth to sons, and from them sprang the passage of seasons. We know them as Winterfang and Flametongue." He paused here, and added almost as a footnote to the story: "The Green Hunter himself fashioned two daughters to keep him company, but they're of no consequence to this tale."

Not that it was truly a tale he spun; it was a paraphrasing, a desperate attempt to fulfill his end of the promise, to salvage some part of this disastrous meeting, and then escape into the cold where he might feel Winterfang's jaws and remember himself.

"As Winterfang ruled Winter, so Flametongue held domain over Summer, and Spring and Fall came into being from when the pair mingled, as they were wont to do, for they were brothers." His words were hurried, nothing compared to his earlier - self, tongue, silvertongue, Flametongue - his entire mind was melting upon itself. "But who can love the chill of Winter? Winterfang came to hold a grudge against his beloved brother, who walked amongst the wolves and counted them as his favored children. And so Winterfang conspired to kill Flametongue."

Rubedo exhaled abruptly, pushing to his paws. "And, unfortunately for me, he succeeded."

With a breathless, "Excuse me," he stepped past Dionysus, bursting into the snow-filled landscape and immediately dropping to the playful crouch of a pup. But there was no playfulness to his actions, as his muzzle dug deep into the snow, chilling teeth restoring reason to his balmy brain. He could not hate his brother in this moment, for Winterfang saved him - more than saved him, for what might he have become if he had allowed his desires to overcome him?

Perhaps he would not immediately kill his brother after all, when the time came. A laugh forced itself from his throat, and Rubedo allowed himself to collapse into the snow, splayed on his side with his eyes squeezed shut.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: well, shit? lmao
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[Ray]

DIONYSUS i'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

ooc: WOW SORRY FOR LATE I'M GREAT WITH HANDLING STRESS!! lays facedown on floor like Ruby lmao As Dionysus spoke, he couldn't help but notice Rubedo getting increasingly more and more antsy by the minute, and he wasn't exactly sure why. The other's tongue flicked out again to wet his lips anxiously, and this time Dionysus didn't miss the movement. His red eyes darted around restlessly and finally settled on Dionysus's own as the story drew to an end, and there was a strange kind of tangible tension that had begun to build in the air between them, almost as if he could put out his tongue and taste it. He had a feeling it would taste like the air just before a thunderstorm, heavy like a stone and sharp with electricity. Rubedo appeared suddenly overwhelmed, with his bright eyes seeming to dull in the near darkness of the cave. It was as if he had to take a minute to gather up the mental fortitude to reply, before finally words would come. "There's so much I could say. Where could I begin, that you might return to your - responsibilities - before the night was done?" His hesitation at the word responsibilities caused Dionysus to raise an eyebrow slightly, wondering just what the other wolf was implying - he as a loner had little responsibility to be accountable to anyone but himself, though he did owe it to Fial'hin to at least make it home safely. The younger wolf himself would occasionally wander here and there on his own, but even the easygoing Dionysus would worry about one such as him - was he eating? Would he remember the way back? - and he felt like it was only fair to hold himself to the same standards. Regardless, Rubedo would not have known what Dionysus felt obliged to go back to, and his eyebrow stayed quirked up as he suspiciously considered the red wolf's words. Then Rubedo started to tell his own tale, though he seemed edgy and skittish as he began to talk. "Our All Mother is your Chaos, as I have said. She made the world, and created the Sea Mother and Green Hunter to hold counsel over it. They were created equal and yet unlike, for she was entropy and knew life could only be birthed by two constants at odd with each other." As he spoke, the familiar words seemed to calm him, and the sudden onset of nervous energy appeared to fade, replaced by the reverent re-telling of a legend he held dear. "As the Sea Mother raised her mighty oceans, so the Green Hunter drew the isle of Somerset from her depths. Constrained to her endless tides, the Sea Mother in turn gave birth to sons, and from them sprang the passage of seasons. We know them as Winterfang and Flametongue. The Green Hunter himself fashioned two daughters to keep him company, but they're of no consequence to this tale." His voice shaky and hasty again, Rubedo went on to talk of the brothers Winterfang and Flametongue and how they grew apart; with Flametongue being loved by the mortal wolves and Winterfang shunned for his unwelcoming wintry cold, causing him to plan Flametongue's death. Then suddenly Rubedo got to his feet with a sharp breath, breaking Dionysus's immersion in the legend of old as if he had been hit in the face with a gust of icy wind. "And, unfortunately for me, he succeeded." The alpha brushed past him swiftly with a murmured apology, sweeping up and out of the cavern in the blink of an eye, so that Dionysus had no time to ponder exactly why exactly the death of Flametongue was so unfortunate for him. He lingered in the cave several seconds, like a stripped tree in the aftermath of a hurricane, quite confused. First Rubedo had been viciously savage, then proudly confident, then roguishly charming - and now? Now it seemed as if being in close quarters with another wolf had suddenly flustered him to the point of claustrophobia. Of course, Dionysus couldn't deny, he was a ruggedly handsome specimen - if he had been anywhere else he would've grinned smugly to himself - but whether that had been the case or not, it still didn't put him any closer to figuring out this strange wolf's behaviour. Pulling himself up and out of the den into the bracing cold, a bewildering scene unveiled itself before his eyes. Rubedo was laid out on the ground, snow caking his muzzle as if he had been rooting about in it again like earlier, his eyes pressed shut like he was dead. Except his sides rose and fell with each breath, and Dionysus's imagination wasn't so wild that he'd imagine the alpha dropping dead from heart palpitations. (Though perhaps that might explain Rubedo's sudden onset of singular agitation, and his subsequent hasty departure from the cave.) With one side of his mouth twisted up in a wry smile, Dionysus approached the alpha on the ground, the snow crunching beneath his feet. "You alright down there?" His words mirrored the concerned query he had offered some hours ago, when they had first met, but this time the concern was more or less gone and in its place was something gentle and amused, if a little playful. After all, Rubedo didn't look to be in any particular danger, and they'd conversed long enough for Dionysus to know he wasn't completely insane. So he could afford to speak more comfortably this time around. Lowering his head, he positioned his nose near Rubedo's throat as if he was checking for a pulse, or listening for some whispered words, even though he knew full well the red wolf was alive.

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[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

Boiling - he was boiling beneath his coat, and the sharp fangs of Winter pushed him to focus. With eyes squeezed shut, the darkness became more, a living entity to swallow him whole, and she spoke in whispered words. "How easily you forget, foolish cousin." Her voice rasped razor-thin, the slow, unsteady trail of a needle down the length of one's skin. His muzzle wrinkled, flashing white fang before it smoothed again - here came the Shadowfoot to stalk his mind as she always did. He could almost feel her tugging at his corruption, reveling in the way his insides spoiled, split open, ripened red to brown to green. The stench of his rotten sanity attracted her much as a carcass might attract scavengers. Carrion-eater, the child hissed back.

And then she held him by the throat, her blackened fangs soft to his skin.

"Not so, cousin." Her voice was silky, the gentle whisper of fluttering wings at night. Hers was feather and fang and sickness and death, and Rubedo found himself undone by her, guttering in her grasp. "I come only to counsel. He shall not melt, for no fire sprouts in the depths of your throat." And she laughed then, a horrible croaking laugh. The grip on his neck grew tighter, and Rubedo gulped against the feeling of it, reveled in the ecstasy of it.

Take my oxygen, he begged her. Take my oxygen, and make me sputter and die; snuff me out!

"You're sick, Rubedo," she crooned. The pressure on his throat released and suddenly Rubedo was aware of his heartbeat once more.

The soft sounds of the forest came back to him, static overlayed with the soft rustle of the wind through treetops, snow settling with low, lingering sighs. Rubedo was suddenly sharply aware of what lay beneath him - snow and ice and frozen topsoil. And above him whispered the wind, Winterfang's confidant in all matters. And within - within his heart still beat, echoing loudly in the depths of his ears. His eyes tightened, desperate to block out the pounding sound. It was too easy to feel the way his veins thrummed, to unsteady creak of his bones, the raw elastic stretch and snap of his muscles. It was all so quaintly mortal, and perhaps in his unending days he might have even found the entire process fascinating. But now the entirety of it disgusted him; his breathing crawled - if only he might quiet the inner turmoil then perhaps he would be able to remember how to open his eyes.

"You alright down there?"

The words sunk into Rubedo's ear, tugging gently, almost affectionately. One ruby red eye slotted open, and he drew in a deep breath to see the rising form of Dionysus. And yet, in Rubedo's still-frazzled mind, it took precious heartbeats for him to further recognize the breath upon his throat. Still longer to internalize how the other wolf was positioned, and when the truth of it came to Rubedo, it was with a desperate flash of heat that brought a soft croon from his throat, the low moan of a white flag raised. He arched his neck, baring his red throat to the other. A quiver ran through his body, and yet he was too enraptured, zealous in his desire to worship and prostrate and further humiliate himself.

"Take me," he rumbled at last, the effort costing him the last of his energy. His body relaxed completely, and he lolled his head still further back, exposing the length of it, the fur stretched tight over his jugular.

Within the depths of his muddled mind, something akin to a conscious stirred, begging him to return to all four paws. To be no longer exposed, no longer subjugated to the other's whims. And yet Rubedo's eyes burned not with reason but rather an overwhelming lust that bathed them scarlet. The fire that had begun hours ago in his belly flared brightly, consuming him. Silently, he begged the other to restore reason to his affected body.

And yet, more deeply-rooted than the desire for reason was the thirst for a conquering, in which he might come to alight within the other and nurture a flame of desire that would overwhelm and overtake. For never was Rubedo truly submissive much as fire never truly lent itself to servitude.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: honestly i have nothing to say at this point aside from really ruby??
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[Ray]

DIONYSUS i'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

ooc: What happened to my easygoing carefree wolf lol It had been only mere heartbeats since Dionysus had assured himself Rubedo wasn't crazy, but with every breath that passed - both his, calm, and the other's, distressed - he was getting more and more convinced he'd been wrong. Or perhaps not full-blown crazy yet, but just.... prone to intense personality swings? Given to fits? Demon-possessed? One really couldn't say without running the gamut of reasons from logical to ridiculous. The alpha continued to lie prone on the snowy ground for a few long moments, unmoving, before his eye peeked open to regard Dionysus with a vacant stare. He watched, mostly unconcerned, as Rubedo appeared to unhurriedly come back to life - as if he was the frozen river in the first month of spring, awakening again from its slumber. Time slowed to a languid trickle, like the drip of honey from a laden beehive, so far displaced in this winter wonderland of a forest. Presently it seemed that the alpha had roused himself enough to respond - his body stretched with a shiver, throwing his head back, his neck forming a taut curve like the fasting moon. His throat, barely a claw's length below Dionysus's nose, lay exposed and vulnerable, and from deep within him a soft sound came like a guttural whine. Again time stretched before him, so that Dionysus had not the awareness of whether the moon was truly moving across the sky, or whether they had become frozen in stasis much like the trees were. "Take me," the alpha finally pleaded in a low, low voice, even as he fell limp from the effort, and all the tension rushed from him like the pull of the tide. He lay still again, a splash of tattered scarlet upon the snow, remarkably reminiscent of the patch of hare's blood they'd left behind so many clearings away. Dionysus's lips spread in a grin, equal parts proudly cocky and utterly bewildered. To think that the esteemed alpha of the new White Forest pack, who had presented himself as so very confident and suave just a short time ago, was now prostrating himself upon the ground before him like a reprimanded pup! And yet, the sound Rubedo had made even as he bared his throat had touched some primal nerve deep inside the larger wolf, so that a hungry ember had begun to burn within his chest. Everything that had happened on this strange, unorthodox night thus far had felt like the way scenes in legends transitioned from one to the next, without any dreary passage to and from each other, yet they were all intrinsically linked. He wondered derisively if the Destroyer, Chaos, the All Mother, had had a paw in contriving the events that had eventually culminated in their meeting. Surely there was nothing like the intervention of a god to turn one's path in a completely different direction. He waited for yet another few lazy seconds, letting the quiet of the forest permeate them, the cold bracing bite of the Forest's never-ending winter sinking into his fur. Then he lowered his muzzle the tiny distance required to press the blunt end of his snout against Rubedo's neck, with his teeth partially bared, so that his mouth was deliberately open against the alpha's fur. Breathed out a long, hot breath to soak into the fur of his throat, pressing his strong fangs up against his jugular, and if Dionysus tried hard enough perhaps he could imagine the alpha's pulse jumping erratically under his teeth. Then he smirked against Rubedo's fur and all of a sudden the contact was gone, lifting his head away so he could once again loom over the red wolf. "You're a fool, alpha, submitting yourself to me." Dionysus's voice came low and rough, like the roll of distant thunder on the horizon. "Get up, Rubedo, you're nobody's plaything." There was a sort of impudent reprimand in his tone but at the same time it was dark and earthy and commanding, and he wondered if the alpha would snap out of his daze at that, at this loner wolf's offhanded display of dominance. Then again, with how things had been going, Dionysus had a strange feeling he wouldn't.

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[Lirriel]

I'm not a monster,

No longer was Dionysus the kind stranger. Hunger and desire had burned away at his edges, blackening him, corroding him. Rubedo saw it in the sharpness of the other's gaze. And though his face still held its keening, pleading desperation, the detached flame that forever burned within his heart began to crackle. Excitement - ecstasy. To bathe another in scarlet flames, warp them and wrap them and whisper to them the secrets of conquering and the joy of power - this had always been Flametongue's wildfire side, untamed and uncaring. Here was the animal side, the primal side, and Rubedo panted from the heat that rolled across his skin.

Once more Rubedo moaned, a satisfying gasp as the big brute's fangs caressed his skin. Delicately, he pressed into the jaws, white-hot energy driving his pulse into a frenzy. It leapt and fluttered much as a crazed hare might, and Rubedo's eyes slitted, satisfaction making him see a scarlet moon above, scarlet snow below, and his own blood was scarlet in his veins - the world was bathed in scarlet, excluding Dionysus's cutting green eyes: cutting him to pieces.

Oh, if only the other might spill his blood here. The droplets would certainly burst into flame, pitter-patter onto the snow and sizzle with heat. For fire scorched his veins, licked at his body and begged to spread to his newfound consort, uniting them bloody and beautiful beneath the all-seeing Heavens.

And so when Dionysus moved away, spoke words that teased and tested, "You're a fool, alpha, submitting yourself to me. Get up, Rubedo, you're nobody's plaything.", the fallen god erupted. He was on the ground and then he was not, his jaws bared in glee as he lunged for the other's throat. And yet he did not wish to fight; no, this was a claiming, as old as time itself. For Rubedo was alpha and he would claim his paramour through fangs and frenzy, the harsh spectacle that could only be performed by true conquerors and true leaders - and this wolf must prove himself as such, to be bedded by a god.

"No," he practically purred, the words dripping from his lips as wax from a candle, "But you will prove yourself for me."

The chilling wind had been burned away by his energy, and all his senses were alight with glorious, glittering skyfire. In the dark of the night, his mortal mistakes were hidden. No longer was he strange, ragged, undone: the joy of lust and the greed of desire had reminded him of what he was, who he was. And now, though there was savagery to be found in his lunging fangs, there was a thirst as well. Oh, to capture Dionysus in his jaws, to take him in a similar manner, to feel his pulse hammer and flutter. And then, and then - oh, but first would come the sating of an unimaginable hunger.

it's in my bloodline.

tag: Ray
words: oh man fuck if i know lmao
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