V.ermillion

[Aveilthé]

A large, leathery nose flared desirously as Úmaia's black-as-tar frame
loped with absolutely no equanimity in his tread. He wasted no time
to scurry after the weary creature, whose life was passing; it was
only a matter of time!

Then Diabol made her move, which pleased Úmaia. Blue eyes
were blazing as he watched her hungry fury dominated her
delicious beauty. This stimulated Úmaia to become something
of a monster himself. His eyes were burning like hot embers as
he circled the caribou. With one leap, his entire weight knocked
the beast flat off of its legs. Úmaia may not have had strength,
but he had size and weight to substitute for strength. With his
large muzzle, he threw his entire head down towards the
screaming caribou. Enclosing his jaws over the doomed creature's
head, he bit down and crushed its neck. With little effort, he
threw up his own head, taking in his muzzle, the caribou's
head, and exposed spine and ribs.

Hideous red blood was flung across Úmaia's sinister body. His
scales were burnished in the creature's blood, and the fur along
his head and neck were flecked in red also. The blood along his
body had given Úmaia renewed strength and vigor. The red was
his badge of hate, and he loved it so.

Holding the caribou's head, spine, and ribcage in his jaws, he
grinned maliciously, and spoke through the blood and gore.

"Life's not fair, is it?" he cooed, allowing his elongated tongue to
explore the bony, be-bloodied spine with amorousness glowing
in his eyes.

[blitzkreig]

Diabol was swung aloft. Bodice twirled in midair, instinctively, she kicked out, righted herself, and landed on all four legs on the snow. A snarl ripped through her throat, angry and hungry. Umaia pounced and she watched in fascination as the sleek, black demon used amazing strength to knock the beast right over. The caribou gave one final cry of agony and went limp, Umaia's jaws closed around it's head with a dull crunch and a spurt of blood and brain. Skull splintered in an instant and the demon gave one amazing yank upwards, detatching half of the caribou's skeletal system and swinging it aloft. In such close proximity, Diabol felt the hot blood whip across her face and let her long, coral tongue sneak up along her muzzle, cleaning the stains of delicious crimson from her white fur. Far off now, the caribou did not even stop to look back at their fallen comrad, but distantly, Diabol could catch the cries of sorrow and agony, Diabol looked up at Umaia, proud tall, blue eys blazing in fury as his scales lay burnished in a coat of red and felt her iced heart skip abeat. Such strength.

"No fair indeed."

The caibou's body had fallen into a limp head that had little resemblance to a caribou anymore, just a mass of fur and blood, with a couple of limbs poking out. Funny to wonder how anyone, even a wolf found sucha sight appitizing, but then again Diabol came from a long line of strange beings. Not forgetting about Umaia, who was now byfar the forfront of her thoughts, Diabol let the bloodlust take her and she dove upon the carcass, practically rolling in the exposed gore. Digging deep she ripped out a still-beating organ. Diabol clenched the warm heart in her jaws, reveling in the crimson liquid that squirted down her throat with every amount of pressure she place upon the sensitive thing. Loved the lovely warm gushing that dribbled down her jaw and pure-white neckfur in torrents. Done with the heart she began her feast, throwing the deflated organ aside and taking the meat in her jaws, chewing and ravening. The full pelt of bloodlust was upon her, making her crazy, the world no more then a dim red blazing blur. Paws scrabbled for purchase, snarls and growls, only instinctive tore out of her.

Blood and gore was everywhere, and soon Diabol felt her hunger subsiding through the bloated feel of her midsection. Guts were stuffed with meat, and Diabol foudn herself slowing down, yet she was still mightily excited. She stepped back, her bodice frisky, and she stepped back a little to allow the Druin to take his prize. He would no doubt eat twice as much as she did.
"All yours, my lord."

[Aveilthé]

"Do you really think I would share this with you?" snarled
Úmaia, his eyes round and glaring loathingly at Diabol. Powerful
ivory fangs shot out from his gums and sank deep into the flesh of
the dearly departed. In only a few gulps, the dark demon ate the
caribou almost whole. It was a job for him to eat at the legs, for
bones were still contained within the skin. After trying to work the
fat meat from the legs, Úmaia dropped them disinterestedly.
Not knowing that Diabol herself was full, he said dispassionately,
"Have those or bury them for yourself later." He said these words
quietly; he even hardly sounded like himself.

With a swing from his tail, Úmaia began walking away from the
creature whom so helped him in his desperate hour. The bastard
even walked away without so much as a word of thanks.

Though he walked a few paces, Úmaia turned around completely
and proceeded walking back to Diabol. For a while he looked at
her with his soulless blue eyes, but there was something there
that had almost changed. His eyes looked softer, yet his expression
still callous.

"I'd like to repay you for your cerebration." These words
came out as bluntly as the leer he was portraying on his face.

[blitzkreig]

Wary blue eyes sought upwards, her face and neck stained in blood that had already started to dry and quagulate umpon her flesh. Diabol felt suddenly uneasy, claws delicatly poking the snow-clad ground, muzcles tensed and ready for anything. Umaia turned and walked away with no more then a thanks, and Diabol was not angry, no, up in the north you took what you got and like hell you'd say thankyou for it. It was just the way of things. Then the Druin turned back. Oh what now, come back to gloat about his mighty strength and vigour. But no, the beast stopped a few tail-lengths from Diabol, and the she-devil let her tail raise and her entire being shifted upwards. She would be made no god-damn fool of. Opened her maw before he could speak and asked him.
"The [grrr] you want now?"

She was swiftly answered and it was much to her surprise. As callous as his deep, hollow voice was, she was oddly settled by those words. Wanted to 'repay' her for her carraboration? What the hell was this. Was this even the same heartless bastard she helped not that long ago? Diabol let her wariness slip back in, fully visible in those icy, blue souls. Turned her heavy dome to the side, almost cocked it in question. Ears stood tall atop her head.
"Repay me? And by that you mean what?"

Diabol had always been naturally wary if most everything. Call it being hardened up by a terrain that offered many more predators then it did prey. Danger lurked behind every corner, so why shouldnt she? After seeing Umaia's display at the kill, for all she knew he could want to rend her spineless as well, just for shits and giggles. Well if he did, then she would go down with a fight, tear and bite every inch of his damned esophoges as she went down and down into his belly.
'I'll give you a mighty tummy ache if you try it,'
she snarled in her head. Eyes were dangerous, unloving. She waited and waited quiety for his answer. She saw something in those souless eyes then. Something that made her rethink her stance. But she did not move just yet. Just wait. Watch and wait.

[Aveilthé]

A hoarse, unnerving chuckle spurted from his dark lips. "Relax,
bitch," he responded. After his fill to eat, he felt himself again, and
it proved true as he looked thoroughly entertained by Diabol's
wariness of him. "Afraid of the big bag beasty, are you? You sure
look it, and you certainly were not afraid before."

Snow began to fall from the heavens. Light snow, not huge chunks;
it drifted slowly to the blood-soaked earth, and dappled lightly
on Úmaia's dark appearance.

"I am ashamed to find you in such a disposition. You are quite
canny though, aren't you?"

[blitzkreig]

Diabol gave a staunch smile. That was better, much better, with Umaia's crudeness she felt oddly more comforted. A chuckle rumbled heavily across her frame, causing the mane of fur about her neck to ruffle resplendantly. It was then that the femme looked up, noticing the small fluffs of snow that had started to gather on her silverine pelt. Interesting indeed. The she-wolf turned her muzzle lazily towards him and suddenly relaxed, disregarding him almost completely. Eyes seemed to trail off beyond the great blackened brute.
"Eh, how do you think I've survived so long in this god-forsaken hell-hole?"
A sneer appeared on her muzzle.
"It dosnt take someone with a prick to watch themselves around here."

So what if she was wary? Like she gave a rat's ass what he thought. But he seemed much more likable now that his motzy was in full spin. Blood hot and running. Yes a good meal could do that to someone. In these dark, desolate times, and these dark desolate places, a hot meal in your belly was one of the most welcome feelings. Diabol felt quite heavy and saticfied. Crudely, her coral tongue slipped from her maw and started to lap lazily at the dried blood on her maw and paws. The great white femme seemed no more then a giant kitten, licking her mitts, minus the purring though.

" Now, to answer my first question. How do you suppose you can help the likes of me?"
Blue eyes lost their wariness. Stared mockingly and teasingly all the same up at Umaia.

[Aveilthé]

Úmaia displayed his rows of teeth, but it was nothing more than a
wolflike grin. Oh, he was ready to play this bitch up. He was only
going to answer her when he felt good and ready. The energy
from his meal was coursing through him like a fever. Hyped up,
and ready to go. His strength was steadily returning.

"Believe me, hell is paradise compared to here."

A brief pause was granted before he flicked his nose with his
tongue to rid the biting cold.

"I've been there before."

That didn't quite matter too much, but he said it with an air of
someone going to a theme park and having the bloody time of their
life.

"To answer your question, and in answer to my own statement...
I want you to bear my future."

Odd as this might have sounded, he meant it with the cold, hard
glare he was giving Diabol. Perhaps in his mind, he meant this to
be perhaps something of a gift for her.

Oh, men. They only ever think with their... well, you can guess it.

[blitzkreig]

Blue eyes grew slightly wide, as Diabol tried her best to mask the surprise that had crept across her maw. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and she twisted her head slightly in question. Eyes narrowed gently then she regained her composure long enough to open her muzzle and question him once more. There was much effort not to splutter laughing. TO her this was just one bad joke. It wasn't like she had known Umaia for all that long, the best of an hour, maybe even more, time seemed to drift on quite quickly in the long, endless nights up north.
"So what you're sayin' is....."
She paused, unsure of how to place the next words, the ones that Umaia had so carelessly puked from his wretched maw.

"You want me to have your children?"
There, it was out. Diabol looked at him quizzically, her muzzle twisted, waiting almost uneasily on a grin, hovering between joke and seriousness. But for some reason, all the same Diabol hoped it wasnt a joke.
'What the frigg is your problem? You don't need a god-damn brute in your life.....Or do you.'
Diabol had often been quite independant. The only other time she had come into close quarters with a male had been with dear Fenrir, her mate and partner. But he was gone now wasnt he?

The demoness let her eyes fall upon her paws for a moment. Observed them for some time, as if in deep thought. Dome swivelled upwards, towers tilted back on her scarred empire. The she-wolf watched him carefully, making sure he was serious, before asking a final question, disregarding her last question as not worthy of answering just then, afterall it had only been echoing his own statement.
"Why would you see me as 'worthy' of your seed? Do you see this as some sort of payment for my helping of you?"
she asked.

If so, you're no better then the other males, thinking with their god-damn pricks. Oh well. A sort of fondness came to Diabol's cold mind. She found Umaia's forward bluntness quite refreshing, herself. Perhaps she could get used to him. Until then she continued looking disconcerned.

[Aveilthé]

"Pretty much," Úmaia grinned, eyes aglow. "With your strength and
vigor, you will bring me a strong progeny, since mine had left me
for dead a long time ago. As well as my queen. You will take her
place."

Then the dark druin made a move towards her. "You ruled here
yourself. So take back your place and rule with me."

[blitzkreig]

Demon eyes stared out of a demon body, cold blue orbs set in a masterpeice skull. It had been carefully sculpted by time and experiance. Scars mottled across her muzzle, some curving down over one shapely brow. The she-wolf let her skeptical gaze fall over Umaia's entire body now, carefully assesing each muscle shaping down his regal bod, the flow of his obsidian mane ruffling down his back. The narrow curve of his tought dark muzzle. All in all, Diabol found Umaia quite the appealing figure, and to have again that power she had once fought for. The power she had rightfuly earned through each battle, each confrontation that had shaped her life. The temptation was tugging at her brain. Strumming a mournful tune on each frosted-over heartstring.

For a long while Diabol seemed to consider his proposition. Her eyes were deep and in the beyond. She almost forgot about the snow piling up on her back and muzzle. With one deft shake she detatched all foreign bodies and looked back up at Umaia. Her stance was of dominance.
"You mean this? I will be able to rule again, start anew?"
Yes, bring the power, sweeping away the dismal days of those bothersomly lonesome nights. The demoness let a deep smirk of saticfaction creep across her muzzle. Indeed she had some sort of attraction to Umaia, and perhaps it would grow. Perhaps she would be great again. Stark, cold laughter sifted from between her fangs. It then became an open-mouthed guffaw, sliding off cleanly into the everlasting night of the north.

"You truely are a strange fellow, Umaia. I like that. I suppose it would not hurt to take the offer and use it to my benifit...To rule again would bring me no greater pleasure, then to rule alongside you."
She smirked at him, teasing, knowing.
"Not much of a romantic though, are you? How many gals of you gotten just asking them if they wanted to screw you?"

[Aveilthé]

OOC: Well I'm leaving for California this mornin', so if you want to take Diabol out ya can... this RP is gettin' exciting XD so if you want when I return we can continue at a different time or another day in the plot, or whatever feels alrighty with you.

While I'm on the plane, I'll work on that picture we're both doing! XD It'll be so much fun. Anyway, much love *Huggles Blitzy*

"Many," snided Úmaia, contemplating the past to where various
females had begged him to rule with him. He turned them all
down, mostly due to no interrest and his weakness. But he saw
in Diabol a strong spirit, to which he adored. It was almost
as if he revered her in a way that he had never felt for Requj,
his love that left him. Perhaps... love? Úmaia knew nothing about
love. He always looked at Requj as a wolf to bear his children
that ruthlessly left him for dead in return. Requj was different.
She was not... so evil.

Endymion and Marahis. Úmaia never loved them. He hated them.
Especially Endymion. He hardly knew Marahis. She left so young.
Endymion was a traitor just like a certain someone. He vowed
that if he ever saw Endymion again, he would murder him on
sight. As for Marahis... he would do the same without thought.

As for Requj... Úmaia had no idea what happened to her. For
all he knew, Requj disappeared off the face of the earth and
died. At least, she died in Úmaia's thoughts and memories.

But now Úmaia stood there in the snow like a foolish puppy,
feeling something strange and scary stir in his heart. Oh how
he despised the feeling! Suddenly, Úmaia snarled viciously.

"The only thing you are worth to me is an organism that will
bear young for me," he growled, casting a dark shadow over
Diabol. Perhaps the one main reason he reacted like this was
because he was afraid of the gut feeling in his heart, as
aforementioned.

"My progeny that will never betray me!"

[blitzkreig]

A smirk, something that had been present on her muzzle for the longest time, scored deep, wrinkling her flesh. Her malicious eyes narrowed slightly as Umaia lost his temper and flared it all over her. Say it dont spray it. Yes Umaia believed himself to be strong, almighty, and yet she could tell that he was scared, scared of the betrayel he had once known, and a feeling that had arisen unbidden from the pits of the crispy, burnt core of his heart. If there happened to be that particular organ within his handsome, barrelled chest. She let it all slip, it was tedious, somethign that did not matter, let him have his fear and his foolishness. For once in her life, again, Diabol felt as though she was close to another living being. As strange and scary as these thoughts were, the she-bitch found them quite a refreshing burst compared to the droll, meaningless drone of her life beforehand.

A queen, she liked that, liked the sound and the feel of it on her nimbal pink tongue. Yes her tongue was quite nimbal, perhaps she would show Umaia someday. Show him the pleasures beyond just the instinctual circle of mate and pop out a few babies. Oh there was more, so much more. As against her nature as a wolf it was, she liked that, liked the fact that she bent the rules to her liking, flexed them till near breaking, yes that was Diabol in a nutshell.

With those temptress blue eyes (in fact they were quite shockingly blue, almost electric), orbs of fiery resistance. She was strong of the will, and would fight for such a coveted position. There were other things on her dank mind though, as spry as it was. Needs, wants, lusts, a mixture of hot red passion long denied to such a femme. The mention of bearing young had occured such thoughts in her head.
'Oh Diabol, you naughty thing you...'
Casually she moved forward and without hestitation touched a silvering white forepaw against his claw. Her smile was the smile of a goddess, a goddess wrapped in the viel of winter, darkness her shroud. It was the smile of a demon in desguise. She would not betray him, not like the others. For there were feelings there, strange and arcane and exotic.

"Whatever you say big-boy,"
she churred with a smile, and her body curved coyly about his leg, rubbing the warmth of her fur and flesh against him.

[Aveilthé]

Úmaia was prepared to lash out with pure fang and ask for Diabol
quite ruthlessly to leave him, but an old emotion struck his black
heart once the dark wench touched him.

Feelings spread through his body like toxic, as if Diabol herself
was a poisonous injection. A weakness stole over him, and he was
ready to be at the temptress's mercy. She was his goddess,
his temple, and he would worship her. Thus she would
grant him his wish in the longrun...

"Diabol...," came a weak growl, as he fell before her, basking in
her darkened world.

Softly the giant beast let kisses befall her furry neck if she'd allow
it.