Thread: Queen of the Pack ((Maxaro & ViperFang))

Thanrir wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting was waiting for him on the other side of Nou's hut's door, especially considering how strange his mind had felt for the past few minutes, but this sure as hell wasn't it. The woman, who he now knew was named Nou, was an immensely beautiful one and, even though he loathed to admit it, Thanrir could see why Murrow and a few other of his warriors would become almost overcome by desire from merely looking at her. Her features was almost picturesque in their beauty, her body one befitting that of a goddess, and when she spoke, her voice sounding as divine as could be, Thanrir could feel his internal temperature rise, not even noticing that the door had closed behind him. He'd never felt like this around a human before, he'd always considered them to be inferior in terms of beauty to Gnoll women, but Nou... she was absolutely breathtaking . And now that he was closer to her, he could feel that she was doing something to him. Something that was changing his mind. And at this point, the Gnoll pack leader was starting to think that wasn't a bad thing. Then Nou summoned a positively mountainous amount of meat, and Thanrir's mind began to struggle against itself. He could hear his warriors feasting outside, and as he stared down at the delicious smelling venison at his feet, Thanrir could feel his composure slowly crumble. He'd forgotten his hunger and anger before, his mind having been too occupied with the thoughts Nou had sown inside him to remember his almost starved state, but now he felt it again. His stomach twisted in pain and saliva formed in his maw as he fought against the urge to devour the meat laid out before him. He didn't know Nou well enough, he tried to tell himself, she could be lying about the meat being free of poison. Thanrir's fingers tightened around his greatsword, his claws digging into his palm hard enough to make rivlets of blood trickle out of the now pierced skin. He tried force himself to be calm, or at least calm enough to speak to Nou, but that changed when he felt her delicate foot against his leg and her words registered within his mind. His eyes met hers, conflicted yellow gazing into seductive violet, and Thanrir felt something break within him. His hunger, anger, and now arousal all stormed in his head, his own thoughts clashing with those that Nou had planted, until only confusion remained. And arousal. W-who... what are you? Thanrir asked almost shakily, the one of his hands not still gripping his greatsword tightly coming up to rest against his head as it throbbed in pain. Nou's touch, as light as it was at the moment, felt like it burned to the packmaster, though not in a bad way. Had he been more alert and not confused, Thanrir would have understood that Nou was a sorceress, and a powerful one at that, but his starved, shaken mind was too far gone at the moment. He needed to eat, his strength was waning quickly, but the magic in his mind also made him feel as if he needed answers to his questions. It was just a matter of what would happen first now. At this point, he wouldn't object to being fed something as long as his hunger was abated, leaving only his arousal and Nou's magic as the things causing him to feel confused.