Drooping Willows Goner

Oh shit XD

hecate liar


Though I'm weak
Beaten down
I'll slip away
Into the sound
The ghost of you
Is close to me
I'm inside out
You're underneath



Hecate was set on edge, her mind tearing for his response. He seemed to be checking her capabilities, she could feel his eyes boring into her fur. She too over looked him, green eyes tracing the dark outline. Tall, strong and fit- he was handsome, like @Greer. A clench grew in her stomach; Greer... The woman thought, feeling partially bad for her risky behavior around this man. But this is how she had always been, flirting here-kissing there. That's just how she worked; it got her places. She bit her tongue and reminded herself that it wasn't wise to get distracted around Skoll.

He faced her, finished with his drooling. It was meant to intimidate her, to try and make her smaller. Hecate stared right back, eyes filled with severity and deviousness. His iris had a series of lighter grey strokes around the center and then broke out into darker streaks, she paid delicate attention to his facial details. Finally he had demanded it, she had already expected something of sexual orientation and power. "I will." She faced him head on, it was her turn to test him. "But you get this through your head, I ain't no whore." There was a flicker of force along with her claim. "If y'really want this, then you will be takin' me to the top with ya- I don't care what obligations y'already made." The corners of her mouth curled up into a menacing smile. "I'll give ya a daughter so powerful and graced with beauty, she'll make the world bow down and kiss her paws."

I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I wanna be known by you
I wanna be known by you

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(This post was last modified: Oct 15, 2015, 08:35 PM by Hecate.)

the armed queen

ghosts & silhouettes; they take a piece of me they want it all.

She met his gaze, and he couldn't tell exactly what glistened back at him from those emerald-ringed pupils. One thing was for sure, he thought it was bold of her to even stare. Just as he gave her even the slightest hint of a smile, she came back to him that she would take him up on his offer. Just two words: I will. His upper lip rose just enough to show the very tips of his fangs. Hecate wasn't done and he had to hold back from straight up laughing in her face.

Of course, she wasn't a whore, no matter what Skoll might have thought of her beforehand (and he did somehow have his suspicions that she was much too facetious and gritty to, say, give herself away). Her terms had also been expected; for a wolf of his stature and nobility, it was only fair. The specter of a woman smiled at him and the demon prince, who was so tickled by her stipulations, almost let out a hoot.

She had believed him.

His midnight black tail waved now in obvious satisfaction but when he tried to opened his mouth again he actually sniggered. It wasn't the sort that drew a stitch in his side because he couldn't believe what she had said nor the kind that told her that his need to be entertained had been fulfilled. In fact, he was merely touched, amused in more ways  than one, by how much she wanted to learn from him... He took two silent steps away from her to allow her back her personal space.

"You're dead," he scoffed at her, his voice flat and no longer impressed. "You want to learn from me... You want to have my children... You can't be like that." It was at his own risk that he folded himself into a firm sitting position with his head held straight and upright upon his shoulders, like an other high-ranking individual might. "You're cunning," he complimented, "But not enough."

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

Do you have time to spree tonight? :)

hecate liar


Though I'm weak
Beaten down
I'll slip away
Into the sound
The ghost of you
Is close to me
I'm inside out
You're underneath



Ah, so he was trying to run her through a course was he? Hecate had to give a complemental smile and nod of her head as he walked off, throwing another dagger. She was glad to have her space back, it was uncomfortable having to be squished next to someone that had such devious intentions. A laid back laugh slipped through her teeth, shaking her head from the rain that had been collected over time. "Y'never know with men, they always want y'to do this an tha'." She frowned truthfully. They were so sickly driven towards their own desires- she had only adapted herself to go along with these things to get somewhere.

All was just back and forth until he slipped up. How dare he? A heat like no other rose in her chest, scalding her throat. Her eyes no longer were at peace, they swirled with a storm. She took brave steps forward, again closing in the space between them. "Listen, I ain't no run of the mill partner y'got 'ere. I will do anything to win." Hecate inhaled, nostrils flaring in her short lived rage. "An', this? This, is how I get places- y'see, everybody wants something; you only have to be smart enough to figure out w'they desire." She backed off, side stepping to the left. She could play puppeteer too. "But yer easy. Y'don't want a daughter- what you want, is yer father's head on a stake with 'is seat still warm." A smile broadened on her muzzle, it wasn't personal really- everybody wanted power. But if this relationship was to last, they needed trust.

"Have y'tested me enough? Or do y'need some more time? Because, Skoll- w'both know I'll be 'ere for hours."

I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I wanna be known by you
I wanna be known by you

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the armed queen

I put a spell on you because you're mine

She continued with her smiling, the assumed sweetness of it all being too much to bear, particularly with her quip about men. Even as she continued on to tell him just who she was, he sat motionlessly in his place. He had a good reason to draw away and he would let her know as soon as she shut up.

The exasperation, specifically in her frown, proximity, and the heat he was receiving from her anger, wore thin as the moments dragged on. He stared across his muzzle at her, his expression easily read as disappointment despite the avidity that was beginning to build in his chest. In minutes, she withdrew from him and he continued to look upon her with a hard stare. She knew how to play his game... He had never met anyone who could, apart from his sister.

What was more was the fact that she nailed him - straight on the head, square between the eyes - with her comment about his father.

"Have y'tested me enough?" she asked. One of his brows lifted. "Or do y'need some more time? Because, Skoll- w'both know I'll be 'ere for hours." Only the tip of his tail twitched. Whether it was in frustration or rediscovered mirth, he couldn't be sure anymore.

"All I have is these days is time," he drawled. "And if you choose to spend it with me, I'm not going to stop you." He visibly shrugged with an airy snort, but when his voice came again, it was sharp and criticizing, "I didn't like your neck that way... You, yourself, would have been too easy. I expected more of you."

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

There is a rabbit\'s nest nearby. +1 Health

hecate liar


my own little stockholm syndrome



They were playing an endless game of tug of war. She pulled him this way and he dragged her that way. It was becoming quite tiresome, and she wanted to make sure that how she felt- but she was just starting to see the results. She could see something click, she was spot on. She didn't show any facial retort to the clear distress, it was for him and him only to mull over. She could sympathize with him having plenty of time, she went to Angier about the whole thing and he had something lined up for her. She was mainly just looking for exercise and a little knowledge in how to fight- but that why she was here bickering with Skoll.

She did a little curtsy, dipping her nose slightly to the side. She would like nothing more to spend time with him- crazy as it seemed. Yeah he was mean, but it was absolutely fascinating. He brought her back to gravity with his response, it took her a moment to understand what he was talking about. "I 'ave decided y'wouldn't. Y'need a bitch like me at yer side, because I'll remind you again- I'll do anythin'." It was a little harsh, she realized he was only trying to offer advice. With a short sigh, she answered back truthfully. "But yer the teacher, so how would ya have liked me to 'ave been?" It was a blow to her pride, but this is what she had asked for.

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(This post was last modified: Oct 16, 2015, 10:00 PM by Hecate.)

the armed queen

ghosts & silhouettes; they take a piece of me they want it all.

His eyes became half-lidded in something of a tired, already bored expression; if they were going to remain here with one another for a while then he was going to have to pace himself. But, then, there came that spark of audacity again. She had decided that he wouldn't have done anything to her. The bit about having a bitch at his side shouldn't have slighted him and he fought with himself for a while to let it go. A long time ago he would have thought that Piety would have been a decent consort made royalty. He had gone ahead and tried to mold her, groom her, and now look where that had gotten him... He was alone with only Morganna's and Hecate's company to keep.

In another smooth move, he stood up and regarded her with another stern look. "If you're going to kill, to fight,, you have to tuck your chin in," he lent in an authoritative tone, hoping she would position herself so. If not, that was fine; at the very least he wanted her to be more aware of herself - her stance, her footing, her weak spots... "Guard your throat. It is not beneath you to avert your gaze in front of the likes of me. I didn't do it because I was anticipating you to snap and I was ready to pull away."

He stood off to her right side again, just like how they had been before. "I'll let you know that that was how I finished off an opponent once. He was this decrepit old man parading about like he was still in his prime. He let me do it. He stretched out his neck for me to finish him off." A sly grin found a place on his muzzle once more, "I could have killed off my cousin if my mother hadn't let him go... He stood there, stupidly before Elettra, begging for her allegiance and he left his neck just like that - outstretched with his ears back and his focus kept straight forward. All I had to do was creep up to him, then--" He clicked his tongue. "Grab a hold of his ruff and immobilize him with my weight, and if I wanted, just dip my head downward and into his throat. Done."

His tongue traced the black lining of his lips, "I'm surprised you even approached me at all. No one in their right mind ever seeks me out." As strange as it was, this was something that was meant to be endearing, a little lick of gratitude for her sense of nerve.

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

Trying to smash together a nice AU photo together- I might be late on the reply by a few XD

hecate liar


my own little stockholm syndrome



Finally, after long minutes of bickering that started out with being accused of following his son, then asked to be courted- to just be discriminated for saying yes and now, they had reached agreement. She liked the sound of the word "Kill" sliding out of his teeth, it had a certain greasy ring to it. Hecate spread her legs apart to be somewhat like a tripod, coiled and ready to launch. She added the final touch, tucking her muzzle to her neck neatly. He said something else but she was focused on her balance, her left back was off. She readjusted herself when Skoll began to inform her of an older man he had taken down."He let me do it. He stretched out his neck for me to finish him off." Just as he began to smirk, her own smile formed. "Fuckin' coward." She slipped in, letting him continue on with his victory. He said something about going back on his mother, surprising fact actually. She wondered if she was furious with him or rewarded him. "Who was he?" She asked honestly, it mattered what place he held when Skoll dragged him down.

A underhanded comment was tossed in her direction; alas they were getting along. Hecate chuckled lowly, carrying her voice with a note of uncertainty. "Well then, l'me be yer first brave one... or crazy one." She scoffed, the truth was almost painful.

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(This post was last modified: Oct 16, 2015, 09:59 PM by Hecate.)

the armed queen

ghosts & silhouettes; they take a piece of me they want it all.

She grinned as he told her about the old coot, Mapplethorpe, the man who had been left behind by his pack to die. Skoll's smile grew into one that was characteristically smug as he studied her, already at work at fixing the positioning of her legs. Upon being prompted who his cousin had been, the prince's muzzle wrinkled on one side. "No one," he admitted, selfishly wanting to save Rook Lyall for himself if and when he had the chance to get his vengeance on him. He didn't even want to let it slip that he had only just been chased from Grizzly Hollow just a few days ago. "It doesn't matter, he's gone. My mother let him be escorted away from the Ridge."

At the sound of her chuckle, his smile leveled out and it was softer, almost kinder than before. "Don't make yourself look like you're waiting for me to mount you," he chided with a tilt of his head. "...Or I just might help myself to that daughter you offered." His tone was not earnest here, but it was the bluntest way he could put it. "Ground yourself but don't make it so that you're just an immovable object." He raised his right paw to press it against her right shoulder and give her a small shove, just to see if she would move at all. "The moment you're on the ground, it's game over."

Skoll took a second to simply observe her, seeing an opportunity to request for something in return for that tip, "You owe me an answer now. Are you seeing anyone? Are you available to court?" It might have been too formal for a setting such as this, but seeing as he basically took what he wanted with his previous relationship, perhaps it was time for him to act more princely this time around.

(This post was last modified: Oct 16, 2015, 05:51 AM by Skoll.)

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

hecate liar


my own little stockholm syndrome



Eventually, she would get the answer out of him. The memory seemed to be far too fresh, it was never good to attach yourself to the past; a lesson Hecate had to learn in a short period of time. Hecate had yet to introduce herself to Elettra, only giving indirect smiles and answers. Hecate was sure the woman had heard of her, having eyes and ears around every corner.

Hecate listened to his scolding, making a joke about her stance. She snickered, letting an exasperated breath slide out of her nose. "Oh, will ya Skoll?" The laughter subsided when he explained tha last thing you want to do is be down on the ground. Of course she could battle then with her mouth or scrape at their under belly, but he was right. At that point, fighting back was pointless. He gave her a short push, she pulled away to the side- being careful to step lightly. All of a sudden, she apparently owed him an answer. Her ears picked and her brows sort of furrowed; not angrily, but more towards the look of pain. "Yer bother, Greer is a kind man." She sighed loftily, she was really caught. "I been hangin' around 'im as of late, he treats me well- but he is very new to this sort of thing." She admitted, not really talking to Skoll but to herself at this point. She took a seat to go into finite detail. "He's th'kind of man who w'be good to settle with, but I think I something more... y'know." She looked back up, gesturing towards the dark furred man. She wondered how to tell Greer, she thought it would be smart to wait. "An it's polite of ya t'ask. I'm available."

he's pocket sized for my convenience

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the armed queen