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Phe:
Phoenix stands at a average 5'6", she's an average weight, as well. Not too skinny and no too pudgy. She has a toned body that would make one think that she works out often. The majority of her body is covered in a pretty light brown shade of fur, her muzzle, stomach and the tip of her tail are a cream-colored hue. She has, what appear to be, plugs going down her arms. There are three on each arm and are circular in shape. They are part of an intricate cybernetic system that helps keep her alive. They are set lower in the center, so that she can 'jack into' computer-type things. For the most part, however, they are only there to keep her from dying and for decoration.
Her hair is long, down to where her tail starts; it's normally pulled back into a braid, though she sometimes wears it down. It's only somtimes obvious that it's dyed this color, because sometimes her dark brown roots show through. Her always perked ears are pierced with silver hoops. Two in each ear and a third 'cartilage' piercing on the top part og her left ear.
Her face is pretty with bright green-colored eyes flecked with bits of a sky blue, but it has a hard edge to it. This is almost doubled by the gash she has running down her right cheek. It goes from the corner of her eye to under her jaw and it's stapled shut. If questioned about it, she'll be glad to retell the tale, but chances are it's been embellished in her favor. It doesn't seem to bother her, or even make her insecure. She wears it like a battle scar.
She wears a pair of dark blue baggy jeans, a little more than regular bootcut style, but not quite bellbottom style. They appear to be very worn in and comfortable. Her upper body is covered by an equally comfortable and form fitting black t-shirt. She occassionally wears bracelets of just about any style and sometimes rings. It really depends on her mood. Around her neck is a chain with a pair of silver dogtags hanging from it. She'd rather you not question about them. It seems she doesn't like it being brought up, but yet she still wears them. Like a constant reminder of something.
Vital Stats: Female | 20 years old | 5'6" | 130lbs
Piercings: 2 in each ear, one in the top of her left ear, one tongue stud and one...below the belt.
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Riddick:
The fur before you stands at an even six feet tall from head to toe, his weight somewhere in the 200 pound range, all of it composed of rock hard muscle. His heritage/species couldn't be more evident, even at first glance it's easy to see that he's a prime example of a pure-breed Rottweiler. The dormant coloring of his fur is a jet black that sucks in whatever light manages to hit it. A spot of tan fur is on his chest, and the fur from his elbows/knees down is tan as well. There's also a spot of tan fur above each eye. Two ears, each one folded over, rest on the top of his head. His headfur is short, cropped very close to his scalp.
Strapped around his forehead is a pair of dark-tinted goggles, usually worn on his eyes. His silver and black, light-reflective eyes. Very odd eyes. Definately one of a kind, they shimmer like pools of liquid mercury. Sharp, white fangs fill his blunt muzzle, accented by the blood red tongue housed inside. He wears not that much in the way of clothing; the only thing covering the upper half of his body is a black tank-top/wifebeater type of thing that looks to be at least two sizes too small and clings to the muscles there. A pair of slightly baggy black cargo pants covers from the waist down, with a small slit cut out in the back to expose his little nub of a tail. No shoes are worn on his footpaws, revealing the short yet sharp black claws on the end of each toe.
Hooked to one of the belt loops on his pants is what appears to be a knife, carved to a razor-sharp point, made from the bone of some animal. The blade itself is about four inches long, the hilt of it adding another two inches. The off-white color of the shiv has taken on a more rusty red hue, almost like the color of dried blood. It's apparent that the shiv has been used a time or two before. He wears no jewelry or anything that might draw attention towards him. No. His eyes are all the attention-getters that he needs.


The Ossuary - Main Chamber(#96542RLJ)

The main hall of the church just screams out 'morbid'. The pale walls and floor are lit by what light manages to sneak through three windows, one straight ahead and one on either side. The long velvet rug comes to a stop right before what appears to be a table carved out of stone, and sitting behind it is a single wooden chair. A few more old and tattered tapestries cover the walls, but it's the other decorations that make this place so disturbing.

Bones of all shapes and sizes are embedded into the ceiling, the carved corners of the walls, and the four pointed towers that stand in the center of the room in order of the four compass points. Loops of skulls hang down from the dome-shaped stone ceiling above, and in the center of it all is a chandelier made from dozens of skeletons. Flickering candles rest on the six arms that stretch out of the unusual creation, sending wax down onto the bones holding them up. Several rows of wooden pews line the left and right sides of the room, all of them facing towards the carved table up front. Behind the table, one of the three windows looms, giving a glimpse towards the gloomy yard outside.


Riddick sprawls lazily on one of the pews.

Phe strolls in, tossing a cracked bone between her paws. She raises an eyebrow when she spots the rottie.

Riddick yawns and pays no attention to the vixen. Why should he?

Phe makes her way over to the pew the dog's on, glancing down at him. "Strange place for you."

Riddick peers up, his shiny goggles resting in place over his eyes. "And why's that?"

Phe shrugs, "Doesn't seem like your scene."

Riddick shrugs. "Doesn't seem like yours either."

Phe glances around. "Eh, you've got a point there. A little too gawth for my tastes." She looks back to Riddick. "At least it's good to see that you've found other things to occupy your time with. Y'know, besides creeping around shadows and being a stalker."

Riddick smirks, his fangs just slightly visible. "Aww, sounds like you missed that."

Phe rolls her eyes, pointing the broken piece of bone at the rottie. "I think not. It was only slightly creepy. And by 'slightly' I me 'alot'."

Riddick barks out a rough laugh as he props his feet up on the pew to his right. "I'm flattered."

Phe shrugs. "Well, you are able to pull off the 'creepy' and 'I'll cut you while you sleep' vibe off pretty well."

Riddick grins widely at that and shrugs again. "What can I say? I've had lots of practice."

You say, "Perhaps you should try another hobby? Knitting? Or maybe panting."

Riddick snorts. "Why are you even here, huh?"

Phe shrugs. "I could ask you the same thing. I'm simply taking in the lovely scenery."

Riddick glances around. "I'm just here because it's nice and dark. And away from all of the stupid fucks in this place."

Phe hmms. "I'm sure that includes me, but I don't give two shits about your opinion." She stretches a bit, rolling her shoulders. "There's stupid fucks everywhere, anyhow."

Riddick looks around. "There wasn't before you rolled in," he rumbles idly while folding his arms behind his head.

Phe ooohs. "I'm wounded. Really."

Riddick grunts, but doesn't really reply.

Phe would wander off, but she's an instigator. She walks over to where Riddick's feet are propped up and shoves them off the pew before sitting down herself.

Riddick quirks a brow as his feet hit the floor. He calmly gets to his feet, looks down at Phe, then flips the pew she's sitting on.

Phe was expecting something, a fist or a boot, but not the pew getting flipped. She falls backwards with it, grabbing the pew behind her to stready herself on before hopping back up to her feet. "Aww, someone doesn't know how to share."

Riddick sits back down on his pew and stretches out lengthwise on it.

Phe goes to kick Riddick's legs off the pew, she wants her damn seat back.

Riddick holds his place. He does have pretty strong legs, after all.

Phe can also kick pretty damn hard. And she keeps it up until he gives in.

Riddick just ignores her, even going so far as to fake a yawn.

Phe sighs, she's going to have to be violent. She takes the bone piece she's been carrying and swings it down HARD on
Riddick's shins, hoping his reflexes aren't as good as normal.

Riddick's muzzle immediately wrinkles up, but he doesn't make a noise. He does look pretty pissed though, but he continues to refuse to move his legs.

Phe frowns, looking down to the legs. She stands the bone straight up (point side down!)on Riddick's leg and simply begins adding weight to it by leaning on it. Now she's just being a bitch.

Riddick lets out a very disgruntled sigh. Sitting up, he glances towards the bone that's slowly being jabbed into his flesh, then looks towards Phe. "Do you really want to do that?"

Phe glances to Riddick and then back to the bone. "I believe it's a bit late for that." She leans in, adding more pressure.

Riddick runs a hand over the top of his head. As he's doing this he grabs his shiv with his free hand and presses it against
Phe's abdomen. "Once again, do you really want to do that?"

Phe glances down to the shiv, this doesn't bode well. Why's he always gotta go for the stomach? Instead of leaving herself in a vunerable position, she swings her arm out, moving away from the shiv and aiming the bone for Riddick's inner arm to dig it in and rip down.

Riddick grins, his wrist twitching slightly. It's enough to slice through the fabric of her shirt as he pulls his arm back, the bone only shaving off a bit of the fur instead of flesh and muscle.

Phe grunts, surveying the damage to her shirt before looking back up to Riddick. "Hm. Someone's losing his touch." She comments idly before lashing out with the bone for the rottie's midsection.

Riddick smirks and shakes his head, then snaps his jaws down at the bone. Rottie jaws+weak bone=SNAP!

Phe frowns a bit, though that wasn't entirely unexpected. She takes the moment to reach into her pocket, rummaging about for her switchblade. It's certinaly not much, but it's all she has at the moment. Short of breaking a pew and using shards of wood.

Riddick takes the moment Phe uses searching to jam his shiv out and upwards, right into her guy area if she doesn't move.

Phe goes wide-eyed and hops back, though the shiv does catch her stomach. She retaliates quickly, swinging fast for his stomach again, hoping to catch something with her blade.

Riddick brings his arm down, her switchblade meeting the edge of his shiv and doing little more than clanging off of it. "Are you done yet?"

Phe grunts as she's stopped mid-slash. "Eh, probably not."

Riddick shrugs and steps back. "Your loss."

Phe frowns. "That doesn't even make sense."

Riddick grins. "Makes perfect sense. You just don't realize it yet." He takes a single step forward and drives his shiv towards Phe's side.

Phe makes an attempt to dodge the shiv, but she's flanked by the pews and only manages to bump into one before she shiv sinks itself into her side. She makes an 'urk' noise and scrunches her muzzle up before aiming her blade for Riddick's arm.

Riddick takes the blade with barely a snarl, though his ears do flip back against his head. He shoves the shiv in deeper, gives it a twist for good measure, then rips it out at a slight upwards angle.

Phe urks again, coupled with a gasp as she shiv is yanked out of her side, causing more damage. She takes a step or two back, catching her breath before lunging at Riddick, the blade aimed for his ribs.

Riddick frowns and shoves the shiv back into its proper place. With both arms outstretched he grabs the vixen by the wrists and YANKS her into the air until she's face level with him. "The FUCK is your problem?!" he roars at her.

Phe would be shocked, if she didn't already know the dog has a temper problem. She smirks, not at all intimidated by his roaring or complaing. "Someone needs anger management." She comments, flipping the blade around in her paw to slice at
Riddick's hand in an attempt to get him to drop her.

Riddick snarls as the blade cuts into his hand, blood starting to mat down the short, black fur around it. He only tightens his grip however, enough to shatter her wrists should he give another squeeze.

Phe figures, if she's going to get injured, he is too. She drives the blade deeper into Riddick's hand, twisting it around and being quite rough about it. She snaps out at him, fangs aiming for his neck, or whatever she can get ahold of.

Riddick is pretty pissed by now. He clamps his hands down on his wrists, not really caring if they break or not, then goes to introduce the vixen's face to the cold, stone floor. Hard.

Phe really can't dodge from this one and she braces for impact. Only the inital hit really hurts, scraping up the side of her face and tearing a staple or two from her scar. Her paw releases she switchblade, leaving it stuck in Riddick's paw and her shoulder gets a good bit of concrete burn, as well, as she tries to turn to kick at the rottie.

Riddick growls and lifts a foot, slamming it down on where he carved the vixen up earlier. He doesn't move it away, though, instead continues to apply pressure to her ribcage area as he yanks the knife out of his hand and throws it across the room.

Phe yelps as Riddick's foot meets her fantastic side wound. She makes an attempt to roll away and, when that fails, she kicks her foot upwards. She usually doesn't aim for the junk, but he's pissing her the fuck off.

Riddick grunts, his forehead wrinkling slightly as he squints behind his goggles. Unfair shot. Much to his credit he remains standing upright, but the sudden flash of pain coursing through his groin makes him stomp down on the vixen's ribs.

Phe would argue that it's totally not unfair. Everything it technically game, she's just nice most of the time. The applied pressure to her ribs cause her to gasp, as well as squeal. Something hit something that it shouldn't have. She puts her foot on Riddick's thigh and attempts to push him away from her while he's still in pain.

Riddick takes a step back, thinking she's aiming for his crotch again. When she doesn't, he kicks out just to be a mean bastard, slammng his foot into her already injured side. He then spits on her.

Phe growls. Insult to injury. Someone's not on her nice list anymore. She ignores the pain, she'll regret it later, and she gets to her feet. Doubling over and gasping briefly before she charges for Riddick. Full force. She leaps, fangs bared and aiming for his throat.

Riddick frowns, though the expression only lasts for a brief moment. The rottie swings his right arm out full force, aiming to catch Phe in the face and give her an old fashioned bitchslap onto the floor.

Phe hits the floor again, hard. At least she can try and get ahold of herself this time, since Riddick isn't right over her. She takes a breath, keeping an eye on the rottie but not getting to her feet just yet.

Riddick growls down at Phe. "I'll give you one chance to remain down. If you come after me again, your ass won't be getting up a third time."

Phe smirks at Riddick. "That sounds like a challenge." She says, slowly rising to her feet. "You didn't keep me down last time."

Riddick rolls his shoulders, making a low cracking sound. In the time it takes Phe to get to her feet he's already in her face, one hand going to clamp around her throat, the other reaching for the wound in her side.

Phe gets a 'how the fuck can he move that fast?' look before reaching into her pocket and pulling out another switchblade. She drives it into Riddick's stomach, yanking it upwards as hard as she can.

Riddick lets out a low, possibly somewhat rabid growl as the blade sinks into his flesh and moves up. His muscles visibly tense as he jams his free hand into her side, latches down on whatever squishy bits he can get ahold of, then starts to pull. Hope that length of intestine wasn't needed.

Phe squirms and writhes and makes every attempt to get free of the dog's grasp. She doesn't like how the pulling feels. At all. She yanks the blade around some more, pulling it this way and that very harshly.

Riddick replaces the hand around Phe's neck with his jaws and pointy teeth, locking down. It's a good thing she doesn't need to breath. Each jerk of the knife is accompanied by him ripping out more squishy bits, which he then starts to loop around the vixen.

Phe isn't happy about this at all. Usually she's in a place where she can turn the tables easily, but not this time. At least the bite is the least of her worries. She grabs Riddick's other hand with her paw, attempting to get it away from her side and her precious, tender insides. The paw with the blade keeps with the stabbing and the slicing. Maybe he'll loose enough blood that he'll pass out. One can hope.

Riddick eventually lets go of Phe's throat, and lets her drop. Though, that might not be for the best, since she's now wearing a lovely noose made from her own intestines. While letting her hang by her own guts he goes to try and smack the blade out of her hand. All that blood's messing up his good clothes, damnit.

Phe suddenly realizes she's not on the ground, and he's not holding her up. The blade is dropped as her paws scramble to try to get herself down. She doesn't care how, even if she has to tear apart her own intestines. She makes sure to kick out at
Riddick, hoping he'll drop her and she won't have to cause more pain to herself. It's already beginning to take it's toll on her as is.

Riddick growls, though he looks pretty shitty by this point, what with the puddle of blood that's beginning to form at his feet. He swings Phe one way, then the other, and sends her flying towards one of the pillars in the room right before he goes down like a ton of bricks.

Phe doesn't really even seem to notice as she's flung across the room. The delerium and pain kinda merge together...and then she hits the pillar. With a SMACK sound. She hits the ground, face first and she doesn't move. She's still breathing, but she's certinaly not getting up at the moment.

Riddick grunts and rolls onto his back, one hand resting on the nice set of gashes that decorate his abdomen. "....fucked up my shirt," he mutters.

Phe can be heard coughing and rustling a little bit. "Fuck your shirt."

Riddick growls, but doesn't move. That'll just make the bleeding worse.

Phe chuckles a little, managing to sit upright now, leaning back against the pillar.

Riddick grumbles as he manages to get his shirt off, ripping it into strips as he slowly sits up and ties the fabric around his abdomen.

Phe can, luckily, replenish her blood. And her internal organs will heal, but fuck if she doesn't hurt. Even so, she uses the pillar for support and get to her feet, taking a couple deep breaths as she attempts to fight off the sudden lightheadedness. She leans her head back, smirking, "Liar." Is all she says, ever the glutton for punishment.

Riddick doesn't even look her way. He just hoists himself up with the aid of a nearby pew and starts to walk off.

Phe would go after him, if she wasn't already gutted and ready to pass out. She doesn't even give a snarky goodbye comment either. Suprise, suprise.

Riddick heads down the right hall.

Riddick has left.


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Phe:
Phoenix stands at a average 5'6", she's an average weight, as well. Not too skinny and no too pudgy. She has a toned body that would make one think that she works out often. The majority of her body is covered in a pretty light brown shade of fur, her muzzle, stomach and the tip of her tail are a cream-colored hue. She has, what appear to be, plugs going down her arms. There are three on each arm and are circular in shape. They are part of an intricate cybernetic system that helps keep her alive. They are set lower in the center, so that she can 'jack into' computer-type things. For the most part, however, they are only there to keep her from dying and for decoration.
Her hair is long, down to where her tail starts; it's normally pulled back into a braid, though she sometimes wears it down. It's only somtimes obvious that it's dyed this color, because sometimes her dark brown roots show through. Her always perked ears are pierced with silver hoops. Two in each ear and a third 'cartilage' piercing on the top part og her left ear.
Her face is pretty with bright green-colored eyes flecked with bits of a sky blue, but it has a hard edge to it. This is almost doubled by the gash she has running down her right cheek. It goes from the corner of her eye to under her jaw and it's stapled shut. If questioned about it, she'll be glad to retell the tale, but chances are it's been embellished in her favor. It doesn't seem to bother her, or even make her insecure. She wears it like a battle scar.
She's dressed in typical Phe fashion, worn-in blue jeans and a tank top. Today, however, there appears to be bandages wrapped around her midsection, underneath her shirt. She keeps a close eye on the apparent wound, squinting or grumbling whenever she makes a wrong move and causes herself pain. Around her neck is a chain with a pair of silver dogtags hanging from it. She'd rather you not question about them. It seems she doesn't like it being brought up, but yet she still wears them. Like a constant reminder of something.
Vital Stats: Female | 20 years old | 5'6" | 130lbs
Piercings: 2 in each ear, one in the top of her left ear, one tongue stud and one...below the belt.
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Zyrrah:
Six feet of onyx-hued demon stands here, his body muscular and kept in top shape. Eyes colored the same hue as a hunk of coal, black and voidlike, burn within the shadowy depths of his wolflike face. Housed inside his muzzle is a set of curved, ivory fangs and a forked tongue, a hoop piercing both tips. Twisted, spiraling horns rise out of his forehead, a couple inches above his eyebrows, then curve down slightly to resemble the horns of a bull. Colored black as well, their tips are pointed and capable of inflicting damage if he so chooses. A shaggy mane of black hair runs down to between his shoulderblades, where a set of massive, batlike wings can be seen. Hooked claws are fixed to the top of each one, and they stretch to well over 20 feet in width. The webbing inbetween each 'finger' is purple, irridescent and shimmering.
His form is muscular, almost overly so, rippling under flesh and fur whenever he moves. Around his throat is a collar, looking more like a metal gate than a piece of jewelry, the silver metal several inches in height and locked firmly into place with a massive unbreakable padlock. On the front of the collar is a silver D ring to allow a leash to be attached. His nipples are each pierced with a silver hoop, a thin chain connecting them both. A set of glowing tattoos spiral down both arms, some odd jagged tribal pattern whose meaning is known only to him. His hands are adorned in thick, spiked leather bracelets, stained rusty red with dried blood. He has claws instead of fingernails, each one over 3 inches in length and razor sharp. A single glowing rune is carved into each one near the base.
Moving down to his stomach, tense abdominal muscles are clearly visible, and there's a silver spike piercing his belly button. Lower still reveals a trail of dark brown fur leading down to his sheath. The tip of an 8 inch long red shaft can be seen poking out of it. It's also about 3 inches in diameter, making it a nice toy indeed. The sparkle of silver is visible here as well, and if one looks close enough, can make out the spike piercing his cock. A thick knot of flesh can be seen at the base, part of his canine heritage, easily as big around as a softball. Below that a set of furry testicles dangle down to complete the set. His legs, bent back like a dog's, end in taloned paws. Another talon is on the back of each foot. Lastly, a reptilian tail stretches out of his spine, a good 7 feet or so of it, tipped in a spade shape.


Town Center: Fox Plaza
Fox Plaza is a large circle in what looks like a pine forest, with large paths heading off in many directions. The paths are made up of large reddish stones set into the grassy field, and in the center is a large fountain with two figures on a pedestal in the center back to back pouring water into the pond under them. They are both foxes, one male, one female. Wooden benches form a ring around the fountain, with the stone path inside them. They are old and smoothed by years of weather. Outside them is a ring of old oaks. Being the town center, the path to the west leads off to the town hall, a large white-washed wooden building. To the east is the way to out to the rest of the town. The other paths go to various public facilities. The warm air stirs with cooler breezes from the mountains to the north, keeping it quite comfortable even in the height of summer. The plaza is lit by the daylight, the brass lamp posts standing here and there are unlit at the moment.
[ Obvious Exits: Truth or Dare (SE), Teleport Booth (TB), Auction House (S), East Mink Walkway (E), Dragon's Way (N), West Mink Walkway (W), Public Show (SW) ]

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Zyrrah pads out and looks around.

Zyrrah flops down under a tree and yawns.

Phe slowly makes her way over to Zyrrah and sits down, leaning against the wolf beast.

Zyrrah rumbles at Phe and noses the bandage.

Phe erfs at the nose, raising a paw to scritch Zyrrah's head. "Don't jab at it too hard, it's still tender."

Zyrrah sniffs and licks at it, then leans into the scritches.

Phe smiles and bit and starts scratching with both paws.

Zyrrah rumbles, the tip of his tail beginning to swish back and forth.

Phe giggles a little, tensing briefly as something causes a pang of pain in her midsection.

Zyrrah peers up at the vixen, then rests his head on her legs, partially coiling himself around her.

Phe leans back against the tree, stretching a bit to get herself comfortable with the bandages before going back to playing with Zyrrah's hair.

Zyrrah's tail lashes to and fro as the wolfdemon sprawls out lazily.

Phe grins and watches Zyrrah laze about as she starts to idly braid his hair. Total reflex.

Zyrrah twitches an ear and chuckles softly. He doesn't seem to mind one bit.

Phe raises an eyebrow at Zyrrah. "What was that for?"

Zyrrah shrugs. "Dunno."

Phe grins. "Silly." She finishes one braid and starts on another.

Zyrrah grunts and pokes at Phe with his tail as he folds his arms so he can rest his chin on them.

Phe bats at the tail with one paw before going back to braiding.

Zyrrah rmmmfs and licks at his muzzle.

Phe gives Zyrrah a strange look, wondering what that just was.

Zyrrah yawns widely, licking at his muzzle.

Phe giggles. "So what have you been up to today?"

Zyrrah shrugs. "Not much. Loafing, being sexy. The usual."

Phe smirks. "I'm sure it's a terribly hard job."

Zyrrah nods. "It is. It really is."

Phe laughs, owing once or twice in the process. "It's alot of work, that sexy thing, huh?"

Zyrrah grins and sits up, rubbing his claws against his chest. "Yup."

Phe rolls her eyes. "But you don't have an ego about it, noooo..."

Zyrrah shakes his head. "Ego? Why do I need one of those when I've got a cock?"

Phe facepaws, shaking her head.

Zyrrah rumbles proudly, tail wagging.

Phe giggles. "You're so terrible."

Zyrrah hmphs and peers down, poking at his crotch. "Why's that?"

Phe eyes Zyrrah poking at himself for a moment, but then shakes her head. "You just are. You always have been and you always will be."

Zyrrah humphs, shaking his head. "Yeah, but that never stops you from fucking me, does it?"

Phe gets a shocked look but then laughs and shakes it off. "That it doesn't. I can't help it, you're a good fuck." She grins.

Zyrrah smirks and shrugs. "I've had lots of practice." He gropes himself and wiggles his cock at Phe.

Phe's shocked look sticks around this time as she facepaws again. "You're such a ho." She laughs, ruffling his hair.

Zyrrah grins a little and gropes Phe's chest. "Yup."

Phe makes an effort to snap at Zyrrah's hand, but she doesn't get very far before owing again. "Hey, no fair. I can't fight back as well!"

Zyrrah awws and licks at Phe's nose. "And here I was, about to suggest some fun."

Phe raises an eyebrow. She feigns mild disinterest, but injuries usually can't keep her from jumping at hot wolf sex. "And by fun you would mean...?"

Zyrrah shrugs and lays back down. "Eh, you're hurt."

Phe rolls her eyes. "I'm healing, there's a difference. And when has that ever stopped me before?"

Zyrrah smirks and shrugs again. "Hey, don't wanna aggrivate you. So I think I'll just lay here."

Phe smirks back at Zyrrah. "Oh please. You know this is minor for me."

Zyrrah rmms. "Sides, we all know you're not the dominant sort anyhow."

Phe sticks her tongue out at Zyrrah. "I can very well be and you know that."

Zyrrah snorts, looking like he's aobut to laugh. "Sure you can."

You say, "I just need motivation."
Zyrrah rolls his eyes as he stretches out on his back. "Mm-hmm."

Phe pokes at Zyrrah's ears. "Mm-hmm indeed."

Zyrrah flicks his ears.

Phe idly goes back to preening, running a fingertip along the edge of Zyrrah's ears every now and again.

Zyrrah swats at Phe with his tail.

Phe swats back at the tail but doesn't stop her from preening.

Zyrrah pokes Phe, but he's too comfy on his back to move much more than that.

Phe grunts at the poke, she just goes about preening and rubbing Zyrrah's ears.

Zyrrah just lays there, enjoying the preening.

Phe erfs, sitting upright a moment before she moves around to straddle the demon's stomach.

Zyrrah blinks and looks up at Phe curiously.

Phe blinks back at Zyrrah before she leans in and starts licking at his neck.

Zyrrah squints. "Uhhh....?"

Phe ignores Zyrrah's confused noise and nips at his neck.

Zyrrah makes a 'grrrf' sound in the back of his throat. "Can I help you?"

Phe shakes her head. "No, you're fine." She replies, switching to lick the other side of his neck.

Zyrrah blinks and quirks an ear, still watching the vixen curiously.

Phe doesn't seem too concerned with Zyrrah as she grooms his neck. After a moment or two, she pauses, finding a nice, tender spot, and slowly sinks her fangs into his flesh. She mostly curious of his reaction.

Zyrrah urks, visibly tensing, from his ears all the way down to the tip of his tail. His eyes partially close as a greenish substance begins to swirl around in the black parts, the unusual material glowing faintly.

Phe's paws move up to Zyrrah's shoulders once she realizes that he's not moving against her. She leans in more and starts to feed from the spot where she bit the demon at.

Zyrrah's muzzle wrinkles up, exposing his fangs. His ears fold back at the same time and he starts to whimper, quietly though, only occasionally loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Phe shivers slightly, as feeding always gets her adrenaline and...other things going. She makes sure to be careful not to lose herself in the sensations, because then she looses track of time and Zyrrah would lose alot of blood.

Zyrrah tilts his head to the side to give the vixen better access to his neck. His claws dig into the ground enough to gouge out chunks of it, while he continues to whimper blissfully.

Phe smiles a bit around the bite, her paws curling in and squeezing hard on Zyrrah's shoulders as she laps up the blood from the wound.

Zyrrah clenches his jaw, almost biting off the tips of his tongue in the process. His tail lashes around and thumps against the grass.

Phe slows her feeding down, only slightly. She's hoping she can pull off what she wants to without taking too much blood. She whines a bit into Zyrrah's neck, the feeding doing as much for her as it is for him.

Zyrrah's chest rumbles as he growls softly, sitting up and moving Phe along with him, trying not to jostle her around too much as he mutters to her.

Phe leans in to Zyrrah before releasing her hold on his neck and nodding a bit, licking at her lips.

Zyrrah smirks and hefts the vixen up and starts to trot off.


The Ossuary - Main Chamber(#96542RLJ)

The main hall of the church just screams out 'morbid'. The pale walls and floor are lit by what light manages to sneak through three windows, one straight ahead and one on either side. The long velvet rug comes to a stop right before what appears to be a table carved out of stone, and sitting behind it is a single wooden chair. A few more old and tattered tapestries cover the walls, but it's the other decorations that make this place so disturbing.

Bones of all shapes and sizes are embedded into the ceiling, the carved corners of the walls, and the four pointed towers that stand in the center of the room in order of the four compass points. Loops of skulls hang down from the dome-shaped stone ceiling above, and in the center of it all is a chandelier made from dozens of skeletons. Flickering candles rest on the six arms that stretch out of the unusual creation, sending wax down onto the bones holding them up. Several rows of wooden pews line the left and right sides of the room, all of them facing towards the carved table up front. Behind the table, one of the three windows looms, giving a glimpse towards the gloomy yard outside.

[ Obvious Exits: eft all, ight all, ]
Contents:
Zyrrah

Phe grunts, glancing around the chamber as she hefts herself up to sit on the table. "Still reeks in here." She comments to herself before looking to Zyrrah and patting her leg. "C'mere. I'm not done with you."

Zyrrah:blinks, but doesn't question Phe's first comment. He stretches himself out first before padding towards the vixen on all fours, tail swishing behind him. "Not done, hmm?"

Phe smirks and shakes her head. "You'll know when I am."

Zyrrah smirks back and sits down, well, more like crouches. "Is that so?"

Phe slides off the table so she can get face to face with Zyrrah. "That it is." She replies before leaing in to the old wound and licking it a couple times. She then moves to the other side of his neck and starts licking there.

Zyrrah grfffs, resting his hands palms-down on the floor to help balance himself out. "Thought you just had a snack," he mutters.

Phe moves her paws up to Zyrrah's chest as she kneels. "I wasn't finished." She replies before sinking her fangs in on this side now. Slowly, like last time, because it gets a better reaction.

Zyrrah growls a little, his fingers curling under and his claws raking against the stone floor. The wolfdemon's ears flatten against his head as he tilts it to one side. "Greedy," he manages to pant out.

Phe shivers again at the first rush of blood. She pulls away slightly to give a reply to Zyrrah, "Yet I don't see you stopping me," She says, licking at the wound. "I might even be inclined to think you like it." She adds before biting back in. She knows damn well he likes it, or he would have never let her do it in the first place.

Zyrrah snorts, then tenses as he feels the fangs slipping under his skin. Whatever reply he was about to give is replaced by a low, steady rumbling in his throat as he leans in towards the vixen.

Phe's paws run up Zyrrah's chest as she lays them on his back as she feeds, scratching a bit at him. The rumbles send another shiver down her spine, one that's more than likely noticed, what with the demon being so close.

Zyrrah twitches his ears, the rumbling slowly switching over to that soft whine again, his tail snaking back and forth on the floor behind him. He arches his back, pressing it against Phe's nails, the muscles under his skin tensing slightly.

Phe bites at the skin again, making more blood come to the surface that she eagerly laps up. She digs her claws in a bit as Zyrrah arches against them, trying to make sure she keeps a hold on herself so she doesn't take too much blood.

Zyrrah curls his muzzle back from his fangs, his forked tongue slipping out to lick the tip of his nose. He almost seems to go limp for a minute, though his arms keep him upright long enough for him to snap back to reality.

Phe grunts as she feels Zyrrah almost drop and then gives a small sigh of relief in her head as he catches himself. She continues feeding, a lttle bit slower than before, and her claws dig into his back some more, scratching and ruffling the fur there.

Zyrrah flicks his tongue out towards Phe's ear, running it along the inner edge briefly before he twists his head to nibble on it. The demon whuffs softly, wet nose occasionally meeting the inside of the ear he's teasing, while his tail wags from side to side.

Phe gasps a bit as she feels the tongue, she doesn't let go of her spot, however. She whines a bit into Zyrrah's fur and the wound, digging her claws in again as she shivers.

Zyrrah snarls as the claws sink into his skin, though it's more of a pleased sound than a hurt/annoyed one. He nips the tip of her ear lightly, then goes back to licking it in a slow, annoyingly teasing manner.

Phe flicks her ear back, attempting to get it away from the terrible, horrible, teasing tongue. She whines again, biting a little harder at Zyrrah's flesh.

Zyrrah hisses, that green...stuff oozing back into his eyes. He bites down on her ear, just enough to hurt if he keeps it up.

Phe continues whining, the sound bordering on moans a couple of times. But she's so muffled in the demon's neck that it's hard to tell. She continues licking at the blood from the wound, her tongue flicking over the tender flesh at varied speeds.

Zyrrah shivers, but he's still clamped down on that ear and doesn't seem to be letting go anytime soon. "And here I thought you were going to play dominant tonight," he mutters around the mouthful of flesh in a taunting voice.

Phe rumbles against the wound, biting down harshly on it. She knows he can handle it and she knows he's trying to rile her up. Which is probably a good thing.

Zyrrah does his best to not tense the muscle near where she's biting. That would be a bad thing. He does, however, roughly grab her braid and give it a sharp pull. "Tsk, tsk," he purrs around the mouthful of ear.

Phe urks as her hair is pulled, her head almost snapping back with it, but she's latched on pretty good to that bit of flesh. She growls around it, digging her nails deeper into Zyrrah's back.

Zyrrah growls back and shoves his weight forward, in turn either smushing Phe or forcing her onto the floor. Either way, he peers at her with sickly green eyes and smirks.

Phe does indeed go falling back onto the floor. She makes an attempt to grapple and keep a hold on Zyrrah, but it just doesn't work out. She hits the ground with a 'whumph' sound, wrinkling her muzzle before she looks up to the demon.

Zyrrah chuckles, his tail sneaking up to brush against her inner thighs. "Now where'd that forceful streak get to, hmm?"

Phe grunts as she pushes herself upright, narrowing her eyes a bit at Zyrrah. "Why don't you come here and find out?" She mostly just don't want to rush up at the moment, trying to giving her body a second to calm down a little.

Zyrrah tilts his head, then shakes it, movig to sit himself down a couple feet away from the vixen. "Make me."

Phe frowns a bit before rising to her knees. She takes a moment to wipe off her mouth, licking up the rest of the blood lingering about. She makes her way over to the demon, shaking her head a little. "Do you really want to make me angry?" She comments, moving to put her arms over Zyrrah's shoulders.

Zyrrah looks up at the vixen, tail slowly moving from side to side, both ears cocked forward. "Do you really think I care?" he replies.

Phe grunts, clawing suddenly at Zyrrah's back. "I think that's what you're aiming for." She comments as she pulls her hand upwards, digging her claws in as she does so.

Zyrrah snarls a bit, his fur prickling up as the claws rake into his flesh. The pain doesn't seem to bother him in the least, nor does the fact that he's bleeding. Again. "I think I don't care what you think," he growls back.

Phe frowns. "Oh, but if you didn't care then you wouldn't be here. And you still are." She replies before removing her claws from his back. She then moves to shove him backwards with all her strength, which isn't a whole lot at this point.

Zyrrah quirks a brow. At the comment he gets to his feet, smirks, and turns to start padding off down a hall. "See ya."

Phe blinks once and then twice before she growls and gets to her feet.

Zyrrah waves tauntingly and dissapears down one of the halls. He's such a bastard.

Zyrrah heads down the left hall.

Zyrrah has left.