Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

Watch these. Raze's voice was the only warning Siona had before a startling number of weapons were unceremoniously dumped in a pile next to her. Where had the mink been keeping quite so many knives? The biologist could only gawk as Razel at last leaned her battle axe against the pile, before turning without another word to stride back towards a male ocelot who seemed to be limbering himself up for some sort of fight. For her own part, the fox only shook her head, apologized to Tolani for the interruption, then resumed their conversation without another look back. The bout was a good one, longer than she had expected and presenting interesting challenges. At first, Razel had worried rightfully so that she'd spend the short match pulling her punches and trying not to cause an international incident. So when the ocelot turned things into a wrestling match, the stern look of concentration she'd worn since first settling into her stance cracked into the first hints of a grin. Of course, she was still careful when it came to blows, she didn't want to actually hurt Odate. But his more-than-apt wrestling skills let her, in turn, relax and focus on the sparring match, melting much of the tension she'd built up for having nothing to do melt away. By the end, she found herself pleasantly sweaty, her body warm and limber from the exercise. Razel also found herself pinning down an attractive male ocelot who, from the look on his face, had no qualms about his current position. His quip made her chuckle, a warm, rich sound accompanied by a practically carnivorous grin. Of course, She replied smoothly, her voice slightly husky from the exertion. Though she had bested him, he had fought well, both better than she'd expected and in absolute terms. Razel respected his efforts, even if she'd gotten the best of him in the end. She leaned in further, dropping her voice so that their conversation became a bit more intimate in the highly public space. And now for your prize. There was no mistaking the look of heat in her vivid blue eyes, as she eased off of him. She stooped back down, and for a moment it looked as if the mink intended to help Odate to his feet. Instead, with a small grunt of effort she simply scooped up the ocelot and proceeded to walk off with him. He was left with a choice to either be slung over her shoulder, or to wrap his legs around her waist or, perhaps, to try again to climb around her if he was feeling feisty. Razel was careful to monitor his body language, not wanting to miss any subtle sign that Odate had changed his mind. But otherwise, she let her strong hands squeeze appreciatively at the firm muscles of his ass and hamstrings as she carried him. She strode off in the direction of lowest population density, looking for somewhere vaguely private to show her captive exactly what he had won. At the ocelot's not-so-subtle cueing, she corrected course towards what she assumed was his home or some other suitable location. What she found appeared to be a glorified tree house. And there was, unfortunately, no way she could see to get them both inside while she still carried Odate. With some reluctance she let him down, doffed her boots and socks, then gestured for him to lead the way. She followed a heartbeat later into the surprisingly solid structure. Of course, she didn't want to take any risks regarding the sturdiness of the walls, but the central tree trunk itself would suit her needs delightfully. Razel said nothing, didn't see a need to say anything more, as she began to strip down. She'd already left her weapons with Siona, and the empty harnesses and holsters came off quickly, folded by habit into a neat pile. Her shirt followed, the drab greenish-brown garment being rapidly but precisely folded as well. She removed her belt, coiled and placed it with the harnesses, then shimmied and stepped out of her pants, picking them up and folding them like the others. Her undergarments, plain and utilitarian, were the last to be shucked and also apparently required folding. Any attempts by Odate to approach during the brief, but focused process were met with a snarl and a scowl. Only when she stood fully naked did Razel signal to Odate that he could approach. Of course, that signal was for her to approach him , confident, gliding steps that displayed a predator's grace. The filtered light of the treehouse seemed ideal to highlight her firm body, light and shadow emphasizing the contours of her abs and thighs beneath her short, dense coat of dark brown fur. She lifted her arms to reach behind her head, tugging at the severe bun that normally kept her hair tamed until the glossy black locks fell in cascades just above her shapely shoulders. As she brought her hands back down towards her sides she ran the cream-colored tips of her fingers over the generous swells of her breasts. If the feeling of her scars beneath her left hand gave her pause, she showed no sign. Odate could now see the full extent of the damage, a shallow but persistent network of fine lines that reached almost to her left nipple, continuing along her ribcage until a few inches above her left hip. When she reached him, Razel didn't stop moving, backing the ocelot up against the tree trunk with the intent of pinning his hands above his head. His response would let her see how much he wanted to play, and let her adjust her plans accordingly. Would he be as delightfully surprising as he'd been during their sparring bout? She surely hoped so.