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Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Katerina hadnt noticed her coming. Hell hounds knew the art of stealth. If they didnt want you to know they were coming, you didnt. So Kat visibly jumped as she was twisted around, pushing tears hastily back and staring in shock at Terra. What...are you doing? She asked hesitantly. Was she really going to pick a fight in front of the memorial? Katerina hoped not. My face? Her skin turned pale, realizing what Terra was letting on. She took a step back, almost pressing into the memorial state, Terra...I was going to tell you when the time was right. She always wanted you to know but was scared youd see her differently...Im...Im sorry. There was another reason why Katerina hadnt wanted to have Terra as her patient. Because she knew who she was. Who she was to her deceased twin. She knew more about Terra than Alex knew. He had no idea how close her twin had been to Terra. But Kat knew. She still had the letters her sister sent her. She knew and she didnt want to stare at Terra and know that this was the last face her sister saw. She didnt want to relive the pain again. Losing a twin was like losing a second half of your body. It had taken her all this time just to heal.
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Terra just stared at the stone for a long moment then turned her attention back to Katerina, tears flowing down her cheeks but her look was one of confusion rather than anger or pain. I hate that word. Sorry. Don't say it again... She hated it because it was a word Kyra said before passing. 'Sorry I'm leaving you alone.' Kyra was the only one that Terra had ever opened up to, the only wolf that she'd ever truly loved. She respected her parents but there wasn't any love there. They never showed her what love felt like. They raised a soldier, not a daughter. Kyra saw her as a female and showed her what love felt like. It hurt...blindingly so when she passed because the one she loved was being taken away from her, by a member of her pack no less. Still in her own little word she reached out, her expression softening drastically for a split second as her hand was inches from Katerina's face. Stopping short she blinked a few times and her expression returned to the cold blank stare she normally had. Pulling her hand back she sighed heavily and just turned around. Heading back to the pool house she made a small promise to herself. Out of respect for Kyra, like Bear said, she'd humor Alex and see what this look-a-like could do. Stopping a few feet away she turned her head and looked back at Katerina. Six months. That's what I was told. So you have six months to convince me that I'm wrong. Out of respect for Kyra...I'll give it a go. Tell Alex he's not allowed in on the sessions. I don't want to see that fucker. She said as she spit the words out. She wasn't ready to see him again. She still hated him for what he was doing and while she doubted her feelings of distaste for him would change, she'd give it a shot. What else did she have to do?
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Katerina blinked and her expression changed to, confusion mixed with raw pain reflecting off her face, the same yet different pain Terra felt. Neither of them noticed Terras hand come up till it was mere inches from touching her and they both blinked, snapping out of it. Katerina let out her breath only then, as Terra walked away. She looked back to the memorial then glanced over her shoulder as Terra called to her. Six months. Terra was going to give it a shot for six months. That meant Katerina had to give it a shot for six months. For Kyra, she would do this. She would give Terra a shot. For her sisters memory. Im trying to keep her alive for you, sister. But I dont know how. How do you get past all that hate? How did you do it? She turned and walked away, needing to be alone, needing to hide in her room for the day. The next morning there was a note in a sealed envelope under Terras door with her name on t, in well written handwriting. Inside was a thin piece of paper. I dont have your cell number. Come to the second floor, left wing, third door on the left. Dont eat. -K
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Terra woke up from what had to be the deepest sleep she'd had in years mainly because she had become exhausted from crying and thinking way too hard over things that wouldn't change. Waking up early, Terra took a long hot shower and cleaned herself down before walking to the door to leave, only to stop and see the letter. Reaching down she read the letter and raised an eyebrow before shrugging and setting the letter on the table before leaving. Granted she wasn't supposed to go into these meetings armed, she always had her boots on, and her boots had her knife in her right boot. Something she never removed unless she was sharpening it or using it to kill someone. Walking down to the area of the estate where Katerina had told her, she stopped at the door and rubbed her wrist. Wearing her usual cargo pants and boots, but she was wearing a black long sleeved shirt that hid all of her skin from the neck down. Not because she as being modest, but because the tattoo on her back was for Kyra and she didn't want Katerina to see that. Raking a hand through her hair she flicked the backs of her hairs and rubbed her face. Six months. Six months to an immortal went by very quickly...right? Pushing the door open she looked around the office not spotting Katerina at the moment. Instead she walked over to a shelf of books and looked over some of the titles. Something that Kyra had gotten her into was reading, when Kyra was trying to introduce her to love and affection she had her start to read romance novels. Looking over some of the titles she spotted some books she'd read before.
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Those are some of my favourite, the voice was soft and sweet, none of the caution left in it. Katerina walked in carrying a tray of foods and two mugs of coffee. If they were both going to give this a shot for Kyras sake, it was best they started off on the right foot this time. She set the tray down and walked over to Terra, reaching past her head to grab one of the romance novels, This was the first one I ever read, and is still my favourite. I fell in love with books first, and showed Kyra how powerful they could be. She even took some when she left, but theyre all here now. Feel free to take any as long as you return them. Most of these are first editions. She put the book back, her arm close enough Terra could smell the faint citrus soap she had used on her skin. Katerina turned and strutted to her seat, today in black leather tights that hugged her curves nicely, black boots and a loose white tank top that clung to her breasts but billowed our around her waist. I decided to wear something comfier, she explained, bending over to grab a pencil that had fallen on the ground, giving Terra a full view of her backside were she to look. She straightened quickly and sat, I also thought breakfast and some coffee might help. Please sit. The doors locked so no one is coming in. Not that many visit my wing. She grabbed a yoghurt parfait and a spoon and quietly ate, watching Terra with a mixture of calm but curious eyes.
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Terra didn't look at the woman just yet, mainly because she needed to mentally prepare herself to see a Kyra look-a-like all over again. However as her arm stayed by her head, the scent of her skin was different than the scent that Kyra had which helped tremendously. Sighing in relief she really didn't know how she'd respond if they smelled the same too. Kyra had been hooked on Jasmine scented things which smelled divine on her skin. Thank the Gods Kat wasn't wearing that. Watching her walk away wasn't so bad as she had an ass that looked down right edible. She certainly had more curves to her frame than Kyra did. Kyra was more muscle than curve and while she was still soft where it mattered, she was no where near as feminine as Kat was. The dress hugged her hips and ass perfectly leaving nothing for the imagination other than taste but she wasn't going to dig that far into her imagination. When she turned around, the tank top showed off her girls and while it was modest, her breasts were big enough that the cleavage was all but waving at her. This female knew she looked good and even when wearing something professional, it was downright sinful! Walking over to the coffee she grabbed the cup a little harder than she'd planned and spilled some on her hand but the burn from the liquid actually snapped her out of her staring. Sighing a bit she set the cup down and licked her hand, before sitting and locking her eyes on the desk. If she looked anywhere else she'd be right back where she started, drooling over some female she really was starting to dislike just with how alluring she was...in her own way. Taking a chance she looked up and immediately regretted it as she watched the yogurt enter her mouth, saw how her soft lips caressed the spoon and dragged the yogurt off of the spoon. Watching her throat work to swallow the cream just made her bite the inside of her cheek till she tasted blood. This was going to be a long six months. This female could wear a black garbage bag as an outfit and she'd still wanna bend her over the desk! So not fair! I don't eat breakfast. Which she didn't. She fasted till lunch then ate a big lunch. It was something all Hell Hounds did. Just to push the body and learn to go for a while without eating since war never gave set times to eat.
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Katerina pauses between her first and second bite and groaned, then turned it into a smile, Alright. Ill remember for tomorrow. But since its only an hour till noon, you could consider it an early lunch. She wasnt pushing. Only offering. She ate her yogurt slowly, but when finished tossed the plastic cup in her trash bin and leaned back, crossing her arms under her breasts, her toned legs crossing over each other in the tight leather. So...I guess we should start. Where would you like to start with me Terra? She licked her lips after saying it, more out of nerves because she was about to ask about her past, and few wolves enjoyed sharing bad memories. She didnt realize what Terra had been thinking watching her eat yogurt, or how she phrased her question sounded very...open ended. Kat continued after steeling herself, if you want to dive in deep we could visit your childhood, or if thats pushing it for the moment we could talk about the brawls youve been getting into. Or we can address the elephant in the room. Kyra. She pointed at the bracelet, that used to be her necklace right? I wondered who gave it to her. She never took it off when she visited, and it always made her smile when she touched it. I should have known.
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Kyra sighed as she reached for a yogurt then sat back in her chair, popping the aluminum seal before taking a bite. Listening to her question she about bit her spoon in half as she could think of several things to say to that question and none of them were appropriate for their relationship. However right as she was about to answer, Kat began rattling off other options and when she finally stopped, Terra set the yogurt down as she'd just lost her appetite. Man you just excel at rubbing lemon in a wound huh? Childhood, my dead best friend or why I'm wearing the necklace I gave her. Any other painful memories you'd like to dig into? Maybe when I watched Kyra die in my arms while trying to hold her intestines inside of her body where they belonged? My brawls happened because I was bored or because some stupid male human didn't get that I didn't want him. Sighing she rubbed the bridge of her nose for a moment and took a deep breath before looking back at Kat. Trust me. Digging into memories of your sister is the last topic we should touch. My childhood was all in preparation for becoming a Hell Hound. Both of my parents were Hounds and they treated me as a soldier. My parents never hugged me, they never coddled me, they never told me they loved me. I spent the majority of my child hood getting my ass kicked by my father for combat training or solving puzzles that my mother made for strategy. Lifting her hand to show the pendant again she shrugged. I got this for Kyra when she got her nick name in our unit. We called her Angel because she was the sweetest female in the group and she was our healer. Bear kept this for me after we left the last pack estate and I moved to a different sector. He held onto it till he'd see me again...like yesterday. Fingering the pendant she stared at it for a long moment then looked at Kat. Anything else?
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Katerina swallowed hard then said something she normally didnt. I apologize Terra. I...this isnt easy for me either. I shouldnt have asked that so soon. She sighed, unfolded her legs and leaned forward, enough that there was a view down her shirt as she rubbed her forehead, I lost her too. I wasnt there when she died, and Im grateful you were, but I felt it. Like my soul breaking in two and one half dying. Human twins are always theorized to have weird phenomenons around them, but many are just rumour. Werewolf twins actually have a bond. We feel what the other feels, we know when one of us is hurt. Even miles and miles away. I was alone the night she died. Reading a romance novel in bed. In a room with sound proofed walls. No one heard me screaming. No one came to comfort me as I suffered every second of her death and knew Id never see her again. And the heartbreak...was so much worse than the pain. She reached out with an arm to touch Terra than looked up and blinked, retracting her arm quickly and wiping a tear, I...I dont know why I told you that. Only Alex knows. Guess your silence makes for good listening. Please dont share that Terra. Please. There was a crack in her armor and something obvious was easily noteable for a hell hound elite like herself. Katerina held herself up with confidence. But underneath wasnt a dominant soul. She was a submissive wolf.
Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Terra remembered Kyra talking about someone being very close to her emotionally and physically. Terra at first thought she was referring to a mate but Kyra just said she was a good friend. Looking at Kat, she saw under the girls skirt for a split second then decided to lighten the mood. Terra leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs as she looked at Kat for a long while. Well it's good to see you two aren't completely the same. Kyra preferred to go commando...unlike you. She said as she eyed Kat's skirt, letting her know she could see her panties, she couldn't tell what they were but she could see them. Crossing her arms under her breasts she sighed. My need for fighting is what spurred me to get into bar fights. Males touching without permission was a second reason. I also happen to enjoy sex all the more after a fight so that helps too. At her home she had a Lycan female who was okay with her having a cock and that gave her an outlet to fucking and angry sex. However the female could only handle it so often so she ended up being more tense than not.
Thread: A Horse for Pestilence (Lord DreamCrusher/Iridel)

The gaze of those yellow eyes held her captive. Morgan couldn't look or pull away from the woman as she spoke, and all she could manage in protest was a weak, Please don't. Only when the tendrils made their appearance did she show the first signs of struggle, trying to back away and get up. Her efforts were in vain as the tendrils held her in place, filling her with disease and reshaping the marks of her sins into the same brand the other soul had. Tears of fear slipped down her cheeks as the gloves were produced, and she did everything she could to prevent her hands from being placed in them. None of her efforts mattered though. Her fingers curled at the ends of them and were rendered useless, and the boots forced her feet to arch in the same way heels did without the added support. When they melded to her flesh, replacing what had been there she panicked and tried to remove them, giving Pestilence the opportunity she needed to place the saddle. Frightened as she was Morgan, or rather White now, didn't notice right away that when the woman seated herself upon her back there wasn't as much weight as there should have been. Even though she could feel the rider on her back there was no strain to keep on her hands and knees, and not collapse. She tried to force the bit from between her teeth before it melded to them, and even then she searched for some way to dislodge it. The final piece was the tail, and the sudden invasion of the plug made her still a moment. Although no virgin that was one hole she'd let be, and to have it filled with so little warning was startling. With the final piece in place she looked to those watching like a spooked horse. Her eyes were wide, and she was chomping at the bit. Beneath the illusion she was doing the same, and the kick to her stomach was met with a moment of hesitation before she began moving forwards slowly. She didn't want this. She was a person not a horse. It crossed her mind to stop right then and try to throw the rider, but beyond her panic and displeasure with the situation she understood it wouldn't do any good. With her hands and feet the way they were it wasn't likely she'd get far, not to mention the reins that could be used to hold her in place. If she wanted to get free she'd have to wait for a better opportunity and obey for the time being.
Thread: A Horse for Pestilence (Lord DreamCrusher/Iridel)

Pestilence could hardly read the mind of her new steed, but she held experience beyond what was easily comprehensible when it came to breaking and training her horses just as each of her sister riders did. She was pleased at the current obedience as Morgan took her first steps forward, but the rider knew there would be struggle and turmoil at the transition. Becoming something new was rarely easy and always a question of time, but the first steps were being made nonetheless and progress was always rewarding in some manner or another. Good girl, that's a good girl. Pestilence reached forward with her left hand to give a loving caress at the woman's neck and shoulder. In time this would mean the world to her if the woman's potential proved true. The rider was content to let her walk cautiously forward for the moment as the crowd around parted to allow passage. The souls wouldn't dare cross one of the four riders, not that they could hold any power against her anyways. Many of the individuals began to disperse in sorrow, thought a chosen few continued to watch longingly in jealously. The be chosen as her steed in their eyes at least was a great honor and one that they would likely never know, how they wished to trade places if only there was a way they could do so. After a few passing moments Pestilence began to show her horse a few more tricks, tugging on the reins gently to pull her head to one side or another as a means to directing her to turn. Should Morgan not take the hint then the voice would speak up, a bit lower and rumbling slightly with a weak gurgle as she sought to correct the undue behavior. When I pull the reins to one side you will turn. When I pull back on both then you will stop. If I snap the reins like this... She gave a flick with both hands that sent the energy down the length of the leather to flick at the woman's teeth that were currently fused to the bit. Then that means to go faster. Although it was an explanation she truly did expect her horse to increase the pace as her other boot came up to her stomach with a matching kick, meant for goading her on and not for inflicting pain although it was expected to hurt to some extent. After all Morgan was new to this sort of thing and she would need training to handle the rougher and harsher actions of her mistress.
Thread: A Horse for Pestilence (Lord DreamCrusher/Iridel)

It wasn't difficult to pick up on what the tugging meant, but Morgan used it as an opportunity to test how far she could push by not responding immediately to the directions. The bit pulled against her teeth when the reins were tugged or snapped, and it made the small rebellion uncomfortable to maintain as actions were repeated. When it resulted in the explanation and the kick to her belly to urge her to move faster she let up on that minor resistance. She had a feeling that after being told what it meant any more disobedience wouldn't be accepted so kindly. Crawling faster she responded more readily to the instructions. She voiced no complaints other than the occasional grunted when the but happened to tug particularly hard against her teeth. Her muscles soon began complaints of their own, not used to being made crawl so quickly or for extended periods of time. Even with the padding her knees began to ache from being bent, and the same a he spread into her legs, arms, and shoulders. Beginning to breathe more heavily she slowed down just a touch to test the response of her rider, seeing just how much she could get away with to rest her aching limbs.
Thread: A Horse for Pestilence (Lord DreamCrusher/Iridel)

Her new horse was doing well enough to start, though it was testing the limits of her command as Pestilence was ultimately forced to resort to veiled threats to force compliance. Of course this was nothing new to the rider, it was simply part of the process. Morgan did not complain but simply grunted and winced when Pestilence was too rough for her tastes, this was good for now but signified that the soul would only seek to rebel harder later. The rider smiled beneath her veil and shook her head gently to either side, this was the most fun part of having a horse in her mind. The slow and often painful corruption as the mind was re-trained and the body re-shaped to suit, how wonderful it was to see from start to finish and she was so excited to begin the process anew once more. After but a short time her horse began to slow beneath her, obvious signs of fatigue setting in as her breathing turned to panting. Pestilence was going to give her a break, but she had to make a point of instilling the proper respect if she ever hoped to make the beast obey. Spare the rod, spoil the child, was an incredibly apt saying in this case. Her voice did not grow loud, she did not yell or shout, and yet her tone was razor sharp as if to sever the strands that bound Morgan's very soul together in this hell. I did not tell you to slow down White. Back to pace! She flicked the reins once more but instead of a kick to the stomach like Morgan might have expected now, Pestilence pulled off her right glove and slapped the woman hard across her shoulders, one strike upon each shoulderblade with a forehand and a backhand. The rider was impossibly strong despite her appearance and her skin far warmer than what should be considered normal. Diesease went hand and hand with fever of course and while she could not claim the fiery hot burning sensations that War could call upon, she still maintained a sensation not unlike a humid and fetid swamp. The smack of flesh upon flesh rang out loudly and a few of the imps looked upon the sight with unmasked glee as it appeared Pestilence had been slowly guiding her towards a pair this whole time. Unbeknownst to Morgan if she returned to the faster pace for just long enough to reach them, then she would have her respite for the time being. If she continued to struggle and resist however? Well Pestilence already had filled her with rot and had plenty of designs to see her twisted and shaped to her whim.