Feral Love(closed)

[Asa]

Perhaps you are an exception but I have no desire to risk it.

She shrugged.

Some of the other houses of shifters wield other jobs but we felines tend to exclusively be warriors.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

handing her a whisky he smiled "risk it? I told you you can leave whenever you want, you aren't risking anything, same goes to sleeping with me, you can start or stop whenever you want, i'm not looking to keep you as a pet."

 

[Asa]

And that's the problem with God's that prefer to play nice with the help.

A voice she knew well rolled from the shadows. Fangs grew claws sought to sink into the table... Set! He smirked from a corner table.

Bed can't even do his own job anymore. Humans gave it to a woman. A petty whiny woman. Wondered when our paths would cross again My little hellcat... Miss me? Is that why you have ignored all of his pitiful advances?

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Bes could feel Azalee tense next to him "Set, I thought I smelt something" he says smiling. His hand reaches for for the revolver on his belt as he smiles "New Cologne you trying out? or have you taken up to rolling around in cow shit?"

 

[Asa]

Not you had the perfect opportunity to bed the little wildcat when she killed that chaos eater...but clearly you you are too dense to know how to handle a feralna of Azalee's power.

Suddenly he was next to them a hand brushing her hair back behind her shoulder knowing she couldn't shift or attack him here.

I'll make you a deal Bes... I help you wipe out our little mutual problem and you hand over the feralna here to me.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

"Now why would I do that? I've grown found of this little kitten, she's pretty perky" Bes says walking forward and pulling out the revolver, placing it square against Set's belly. "Now can you please let me finish my dinner?"

 

[Asa]

He smirked.

For now boy... Till next time Azalee.

A challenging stare to Bes as he gripped her hair long enough to kiss her.

Mortal food over the feral lust of this one... Boy you are way out of your league.

With that be was gone. Azalee's lip bled slightly from the kiss. Her rage clearly losing its battle to what was clearly some dark and painful memories.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

As Set starts to walk away Bes tosses a wet wipe behind him "This might help with that smell of yours" he says with a smirk. Then taking Azalee by her hand he pulls her back to the booth "He isn't worth your time tonight babe'.

 

[Asa]

At even the innocent act of touching her hand she recoils hissing. Her eyes show the struggle to not shift and bolt. Even ruthless cold blooded killers have that one person place or thing that effects them.

I'm... F... fine!

She growled moving to grab her whiskey downing in then nearly grabbing the nearest waiter just shy of by the throat she snarled...

Bourbon... Bottomless glass or else... Now.

The tuxedo clad waiter quickly vanished to fill the order but clearly scared shitless.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Siting in the booth next to her, his shoulder touching hers, he downs his drink and sighs "Set really did a number on you huh?" he asks his eyes fixed on her.

 

[Asa]

One of the reasons why I detest dealing with and don't trust any of you. And especially have my doubts and distrust of working with a God tied to sex and such as that.

She tensed with a hiss.

He knew what we have done so far... What sort of trap is this?

Fear and memories quickly replaced with blood hungry rage.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Placing a gentle hand on her knee "listen to me, he can't do anything to you, I won;t let him. I dont know how he knows our actions, but after we are done, He will be nothing but another corpse in the river of the dead, i promise you."

 

[Asa]

The waiter set a bottle on the table muttered something about on the house and quickly ran.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Picking up the bottle, the takes her by the hand "come on, we'll head back to the grove and spend the night in the car, their magic will keep us hidden and safe."

 

[Asa]

She nodded muscles tense as she stalked back out to the car with him.

Yeah...

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

The drive back to the Grove was quiet. Bes parks the car deep in the woods, close to their camp. He places a hand on her shoulder "are you ok?"

 

[Asa]

Yeah... Just a couple of centuries of hell suddenly popping up out of nowhere...

She shrugged...

I'm fine.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

"Are you always this tense when you're fine?" Bes asks, crawling into the back seat "Come here." He says, popping open the bottle of whisky. "I think you can really use this"

 

[Asa]

Instinct followed the whiskey for now. Wipe out all that flooded back with Set's voice and touch.

She still did her best to keep distance as she sat in the back.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

How much do you trust me?

Bes asks, holding out the bottle to her.

 

[Asa]

There are few I trust if any outside of my bar home and family. Why?

She took the whiskey sniffing at it more checking if this was a trap from Set.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

"Turn around" he commands before turning her around and slowly starts to kneed her shoulders loosening her muscles.

"Like I said, you are WAY too tense."

 

[Asa]

She still bristled a little at being touched but tried to contain it as staring into the area around them gave her at least partial proof that Set nor their target would cat h them unaware.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

"Satisfied that no one is here?" Bes asks following her gaze. "No one will find us here" He says smiling. "And even if we did, you do know I was also a god of protection."

 

[Asa]

She calmed a little.

Protection from what? As I doubt your own kind fit into what you protect against.