A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, & Caehlim)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: wolventears on 19-07-2012, 21:02:26</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 21:02:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Gwendolyn Pierce</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/christina-hendricks-435.jpg)</div>Gwendolyn Pierce had no idea where she was. The tunnel her captors were leading her through was pitch black, and she had no idea how they even knew where to go. Her heart thundered in her chest, and every so often, when an ice cold hand touched her arm, she let out a whimper. <br><br>That morning she had been taken. Kidnapped as she had walked through the familiar parking lot to her car. As a cocktail waitress, she worked the swing shift, not getting until odd hours of the morning. The tiny casino she worked at wasn't like the ones you would see on Las Vegas's strip, so twenty-four hours a day, it wasn't bustling like you would think. <br><br>Her heels had clipped on the asphalt of the parking garage, only a couple of cars left on this particular floor. She hadn't heard them, or even seen them coming. She had been merely reaching into her purse, fishing for her keys when a rag had been placed over her mouth. When she had breathed in deep to scream, the chloroform invaded her lungs, putting her out in an instant. <br><br>She didn't even know what time it was when she woke, but the people in the room with her had been utterly frightening. They had all looked at her with cold eyes, but she couldn't help but notice how beautiful they all had been. Not handsome or gorgeous, but beautiful.&nbsp; And all had been men. It was odd, the way they had looked at her. Like they had seen too much in their lives. <br><br>Her captors had never once spoke to her, even when she had asked where she was and who they were. They simply had led her to a black sedan with deeply tinted windows. Once they had reached their destination, when the door had been opened, she had tried to make a run for it, but a strong hand, an abnormally strong had, had gripped her arm and stopped her. She had a feeling with just a flick of his wrist, he would have been able to snap her arm. After that, she went where they wanted. <br><br>As they reached the end of the tunnel, cheers and hollers could be heard echoing off the cement walls. The sudden light at the end nearly blinded her, causing her to pull her hands to shield them as she was pushed through the opening. Hands gripped her upper arms, locking her between to solid bodies as she was pushed forward. <br><br>After adjusting to the light, she was able to see that they were in some kind of underground room. It was very large, large enough to hold the nearly eighty or more people she could see inside it. There were what looked to be five rings, a large group of people around each one. Four in each corner, and a fifth dead center. The center ring was what seemed to have the largest group surrounding it. <br><br>She managed to get a slight look see around the man to her right, and what she saw inside one of those rings, just wasn't possible. The combatants stood on two legs, well over six feet. But instead of bare chests and smooth skin, they were covered in various colored furs. Nor did she see human faces, but those slightly resembling a wolf's head. Claws whipped and arced as she watched wide eyed, blood spraying as they connected. <br><br>She quickly turned her head, her heart managing to beat even faster in her chest. She was dreaming, that was all that was too it. But the cold hands on her arms felt all too real, and the looks she was beginning to get from t he patrons was like a burning thing. <br><br>She was brought to a halt in front of a podium, another very beautiful man sitting in a... throne? He looked at her with his icy blue eyes and she remembered she was still in her cocktail dress. It was a blood red, a shade darker than her hair and it stood out in contrast to her milky white skin. It cinched her waist, accentuating her generous bossom and full hips. <br><br>The man before her was very attractive, causing her to stare almost upon mouthed. His face was very angular, with high cheekbones, a very Romanesque straight nose and thin lips. He wore an Armani suit that hung to every dip and angle of his hard frame. The man himself screamed wealth, and she was beginning to understand this was leader of this group. What she didn't expect was how he made her feel. <br><br>"Welcome, Gwendolyn. We have been expecting you for quite some time now," he said, his voice like poison. It wrapped around her, making it hard to breathe. The way he looked at her was like a sickening caress, making her want to do nothing more than shower, scrubbing her skin until she bled. When he smiled, exposing long and sharp fangs, she tried to take a step back, but the hands on her forbade any movement. She looked up at the men beside her, and was greeted by more fangful smiles. "There will be no running, my dear. I am Viktor, your master and you my dear, dear, Gwen, are my new pet," the deep voice stated simply. <br><br>Gwen met those icy eyes with her large green ones before finally finding the breath to scream. It was cut short though when Viktor's hand shot out and gripped her throat none to gently. "There will be none of that now, little one. Now sit," he said pulling her beside him and pushing her down to her knees beside his throne. "Let us enjoy the fights."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 00:55:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/fighter.jpg)</div><strong>Hawk</strong><br><br>The sound of the crowd echoed even into the back room where Hawk prepared himself for the fight. Underneath the roar of the audience were the brutal crunches of bones breaking and faint whimpers of pain. As quiet and muffled as those sounds of violence were, he couldn't ignore those as easily as he blocked out the cheers and applause. <br><br>Enjoy yourselves, he silently thought to the mob of watchers, we're the ones paying the price out there. Our fight for dominance, our sacred tradition, our instincts and our pain made into a sport for your amusement. Still, Hawk couldn't bring himself to feel too angered. The fights were brutal and bloody but very rarely lethal. Werewolves could shrug off injuries that would kill a man and heal back from far worse given enough time. <br><br>Finally he heard the crowd hush as an announcer began to describe the upcoming fight. It was his fight, planned to be one of the main events of the evening. He stood up from the bench, already shirtless, and slid off the simple sweatpants he wore. Clothes were not an option if he wanted to change without binding himself up in their torn remnants, so he walked out naked into the crowd. He didn't feel any shame in his body and fancied it livened up the show. He knew some of the fighters went into the arena already shifted or clad in a ridiculous bathrobe until the fight.<br><br>As usual the crowd surrounded the ring in anticipation, but they easily gave way to him as he walked past. He didn't break his stride until he reached the side of the ring, slipping casually beneath the ropes and making his way to the center of the ring. The announcer continued to drone on in a showman's voice that Hawk paid little attention to. Instead he watched the figure moving now through the crowd to the other side of the ring. <br><br>Already shifted, his opponent stood a foot taller than Hawk's already tall form. A walking mountain of lupine muscle, clad in short black fur. Hawk knew of the other man, a promising newcomer who had the preposterous stage name of Destroyer. The crowd gave his opponent an even wider berth than they had Hawk, backing away from the hulking figure as he stalked to the edge of the ring and leaped over the ropes in a single bound.<br><br>The announcer was still reading his script when the Destroyer broke from the usual routine and leaped straight at Hawk. He didn't know whether it was just a young pup eager for battle or some planned publicity stunt. Either way it didn't catch him off-guard. He ducked the first frantic claw swipe and as the second came in, Hawk grabbed his wrist and redirected the force of his rush. His opponent bounced from the ropes coming back at him even more ferociously. <br><br>The few seconds of delay were enough time though for Hawk to shift, when the two came back together again they were both shifted and ready for battle. Grey and black furred forms struggled in the center of the ring as the announcer fled out into the crowd. Hawk realized that Destroyer was stronger than him as he gripped fur and tried to hold flashing teeth back from his neck. Although he could just barely keep the black muzzle away, with his arms occupied he couldn't stop his opponent's claws from gouging scratches in his chest. <br><br>Unable to meet his force directly Hawk rapidly switched tactics. He went along with Destroyer's momentum, falling to his back and used his digitigrade hind legs to flip his opponent over him in a high curving arc. They were both flat on their backs but Hawk was less stunned, he rolled to all four and rushed towards his opponent. Some dirty ground-fighting followed as they struggled for position, but despite the Destroyer's strength and raw aggression Hawk managed to lock his jaws around the Destroyer's throat. <br><br>From the ground beneath him, Hawk's adversary shifted back, taking on the form of a young man. A soft whimper emerged from his throat as he yielded supremacy to the more experienced fighter. Hawk released his grip and rose to his hind legs. As he made his way back towards the edge of the ring he shifted back himself. Without the grey fur covering his body, the bloody wounds seemed much worse. Already though they were beginning to heal, leaving his skin bloodied but unbroken.<br><br>The crowd's enthusiasm was high but they still gave Hawk plenty of room as he walked back towards his locker room. A glint of feral aggression in his eyes driving them from his path.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demascion Lycan</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 05:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i310.photobucket.com/albums/kk422/demascion_lycan/Suit.jpg)</div>Cyrano stepped into the arena with two things in mind: a blood slave and a guard dog. He was having a hard time in this new country of his. Having traveled all the way from Italy was enough, but the violence in this new country was enough to make him go on a moral rampage. Even so, he didn't want people to notice how thirsty he often became, so he wanted a girl to drink lightly from and a <em>dog</em> to stop intruders and earn him even greater wealth.<br><br>As he walked through the arena, he watched as an old vampire forced a young girl to kneel beside him. Cyrano smiled and shook his head. The girl was beautiful for a human, but it wasn't her appearance that caught his eye, it was her spirit. She had fought her master's touch. She obviously didn't respect him, but the fact that she stayed down meant she was obedient to someone whom she feared.<br><br>Cyrano had always wanted a pet, but he didn't want one who would easily listen to him. He wanted someone he could toy with. Someone who would test him. He had decided he would try to buy her from the old vampire. He assumed she would be costly, but what was money to him?<br><br>Over the last two and a half centuries, Cyrano had made a living buying and selling properties all over his home country. The life made hard to track his age as he never kept a place more than a few years. He used his speed and great vision to renovate the houses so that he could sell them for much more than he paid for them. Now Cyrano was one of the richest people in the world, though he never went out into public to flaunt his money, so they didn't know that there was such a real estate tycoon alive.<br><br>And now, here he was, watching fights and scanning potential blood slaves. He had more than enough money to offer whatever they paid for their toys. He began making his way to the Head vamp. "Hi there," he said carefully. "I'm sure you haven't heard of me, but I am Cyrano. I couldn't help but notice your cute little pet here," he added, as though he was simply making small talk. Even so, he turned towards the fight. Two lycans had entered the ring, one of which hadn't phased yet. "I am prepared to offer you double what you paid for her if you give her to me tonight," he said with a smirk.<br><br>"While you think it over I want to buy a dog," he said cooly. "I am interested in the lycan who just destroyed the Destroyer. You wouldn't happen to know where to find his owner, would you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 23:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Gwendolyn</strong><br><br>Gwen sat beside the... vampire? Wasn't that what things with fangs usually were called? She was scared out of her mind, and what the hell was going on? A shaky hand went through her red hair, pulling it from her face just as a loud raucus of cheers went up at a particular ring. She watched as a man in a pair of sweat pants entered, his frame large and well muscled. Her heart skipped slightly at the sight of him. Then another cheer went up and a beast, very much so larger than the man entered the ring.<br><br>Her eyes widened as the man's sweats were slid down strong long legs but before he could do anything else, the beast lept at him, jaws full of sharp teeth snapping for his throat. It was then her heart stopped as she witness hair sprout from the skin of the other man and soon a smaller verson of the animal was left in the place of the man. He seemed to know how to fight though and before they knew it, the match was over, the smaller werewolf taking the victory. <br><br>He shifted back and hopped from the ring, walking straight towards her. She couldn't keep her eyes off him as he walked passed and she turned a bit to see another tunnel clearly marked locker room behind her to the left. But her attention was once again lead into another direction as a man stopped in front of the podium. He was sharply dressed and addressed the vampire beside her as if he were the boss in this place. She listened as he spoke, her mouth gaping when he said something about buying her. She turned her attention to her 'master' when a deep chuckle met her ears. <br><br>"If you wish to buy the dog, your offer has to be very high, as he is my best fighter. But the girl, she is not for sale." That was all he said, and there was a note of finality to it. "Marcus, fetch Hawk, will you."<br><br>The vampire to her left nodded before turning and entering the locker room behind her, soon bringing out the man who had just won the match she had seen. A black leather collar was latched around his neck, as if these people literally thought of him as a dog. As she looked around, she noticed others standing around the rings or posted in various spot with matching collars around their own necks except for a small pendant in the middle. Hawk, as he had been called, had one as well, and she noticed it matched a necklace that laid around Viktor's neck.&nbsp; A mark of ownership, she assumed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demascion Lycan</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 04:47:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Cyrano</strong><br><br>Cyrano smiled. He had assumed that this would be a difficult negotiation. It wasn't anything that he wasn't prepared for. Of course, being as experienced in business as he was, he knew that everyone has a price. They always had and they always would. While he thought he looked at the size of the bets up on the LED screen. He knew that a couple of million wouldn't be enough.<br><br>"How about this then," he offered with a smile. "For the dog, I will offer seven hundred fifty million," he said coolly. "But, if you throw in the girl, I will give three billion, plus 300 gallons of frozen Oh-Negative. You know how high priced that is. How hard it is to find these days," he said with a smile. His stock of oh-negative was the largest in the world as far as he knew, and he rarely drank it. He personally preferred AB-positive. Sweeter, and more commonly stocked. He used his oh-negative purely for business with his own kind.<br><br>Cyrano looked down at the girl. She was obviously scared out of her mind and confused beyond her natural reasoning. She wasn't used to the idea of vampires yet from what he could tell. That didn't surprise him. Many blood slaves had actually offered themselves to the vampires, hoping that one day they would become one of them, but the high priced slaves were kidnapped and forced into this world. Cyrano kept his face business-like as he looked back up to the Vampire. "I hope you can tell how serious I am now," he said with a confident smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 17:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hawk stepped under the shower, the warm water washing away the last of the blood sticking to skin. Anger was pulsing through his body in deep waves. The dumb puppy had jumped him before the battle had started. It broke all the traditions of the dominance fight, washing away centuries of lupine culture in a messy sacrilege. And then the crowd had cheered. <br><br>Hawk was used to the adrenaline after a fight, but this was a deeper anger. Rubbing at his stiff neck he felt the leather collar around his neck and tugged at it angrily. It was the vampires who put on a display of their animal instinct for their amusement. They were the ones who had debased the struggle into nothing more than wrestling. He couldn't blame the young pup, with youth came a right to stupidity and misunderstanding. The centuries of cold bloody experience they all shared removed any excuse from the vampires though.<br><br>What could he do though? The dead hands of the vampires held all the power, the nations of the world and their economies were merely tokens in the nocturnal trades of the undead. So long as he lived in their cities he played by their rules, a mere pet and beast of burden to the vampires. He considered running to wilds of the amazon, or one of the other few patches of wilderness that still lay beyond their reach and interest. It was a foolish idea though. He grew up in cities and the wild lupines that lived outside of civilization would rip him to peaces as soon as they smelled the domestication on him.<br><br>He decided he would do the only thing he could do. He stepped out of the shower, turned off the water and pulled on some jeans and a tank top. He would continue to play their games, swallow his pride and be a good little dog. <br><br>That was when Marcus, the vampire prince's herald, strode unannounced into the locker rooms. It was days like this he knew why dogs barked at the postman. The toadying sycophant was about the last person he wanted to see while he was in this mood. Marcus said,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"The prince wants you. Go see him now." his voice just a simple tone of command, not bothering with the flowery diplomacies&nbsp; he would lavish on the prince's vampiric equals.<br><br>Ignoring the herald because he knew it would annoy the prissy bitch, Hawk toweled his hair dry and threw the towel at the short figure. Without looking back he stalked out of the room, making his way to the prince's throne and dais in the outer chamber.<br><br>He was surprised by the woman beside the throne. She was beautiful, but that wasn't much of a surprise. The vampires always kept beautiful blood slaves and Viktor was known for his good taste. Instead it was the calm reserve of the woman, freshly abducted by the looks of things but still showing grace as she kept herself from tears or panicked screams. She had intelligent eyes, soaking in what must be a strange other world to her and visibly working to understand the situation. And he had to admit, the clever neckline of the cocktail dress was extremely flattering. All in all it was an impressive display, no wonder she had ended up directly at Viktor's side.<br><br>Hawk pulled his eyes away from the woman to glance at his supposed master. "What is it?" He said gruffly, too fed up with vampire politics to try anything more polite. He would probably get some suitably arcane punishment for his disrespectful tone, but he knew after a victory like that Viktor would be more willing to tolerate his rough and ready manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 21:57:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Gwendolyn</strong><br><br>Gwen saw anger in the vampire Marcus' eyes as Hawk spoke out of turn to his master. But Viktor merely laughed. "Such spirit and fire in you, mutt. But you aren't mine any longer." He turned his attention back to Cyrano, a big toothy grin on his angular face. "I will take what you offer for the dog, but like I said once before, the girl is mine. I have all the blood I would ever need in this world." A cold hand came down and caressed her shoulder. She had to fight the recoil that her body felt. <br><br>The man in front of her, another vampire she assumed by his talks of blood, she was sure he wasn't done with trying to buy her. She knew she should have been frightened of him as well, but something inside her screamed to go with him. The vampire touching her now was evil, dangerous, and she wanted as far away from him as possible. She looked up at Cyrano with pleading eyes. <br><br><em>Please, barter harder. Get me out of here.</em>, she sent to him mentally, unaware that he would actually hear her words inside his head. To her, it was just a fleeting thought...<br><br>Just then, there was a scream and something rolled to the floor at their feet. The gas can of liquid silver began spraying the glittery substance into the air around them. It landed on Gwen's skin and she merely looked at it, but the vampires around her began crying out in pain. "Hunters!" someone yelled and next she knew, Marcus had an arrow sticking out of his chest, right where his heart would be before his body exploded into a bloody mess. A bloody mess she and Hawk who stood beside her, were now covered in. <br><br>She looked up at the werewolf, her hands held out in front of her in shock, as all hell broke loose. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Love Triangle Like No Other (Wolventears, Demascion Lycan, &amp; Caehlim)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demascion Lycan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 22:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Cyrano</strong><br><br>Cyrano laughed as the Prince's lackey received an arrow to the heart. He never really understood the purpose of having someone do everything for him. It seemed like a waist. Even so, he couldn't help but be frustrated with the lack of time he would have to push further for the girl. Whether she knew it or not, she had signaled him to go that much further to have her as his own.<br><br>When the hunters were announced, Victor's men whisked him away, leaving his new blood slave in the mess. Cyrano took note of it right away. "Girl, now's your chance. Come with me or be stuck with the prince," he told her, dodging an arrow. "And you, Hawk isn't it?" he said turning to the lycan, but not awaiting a response, "Help me get out of here with the girl and your life won't be a complete prison," he said firmly. "You know the hunters want you dead as much as me, and any other vampire won't give you an offer of this caliber," he told him.<br><br>As he made the offer, he caught three more arrows headed for his own heart. Using his inhuman strength he through them back at the hunters. One hit a hunter in his calf, immobilizing him; A second hit another hunter in his shoulder, rendering his arm useless, and the third missed and got stuck in a wall. It was then that he had a thought, and he broadcasted part of it out to his brethren. <em>Do not run like cowards! These hunters are cunning, but they are still human. Why should we run from them? If you can here this thought, turn and fight! We outnumber and overpower them!</em> Of course he left out the fact that he would be using the fighting vampires as a distraction to escape with his new pet and slave.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>