Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Vince was patient with her when she refused to give him her name, or tell him how long she was in the hospital. He allowed her to cuss him and struggle against him. But it was when she struck him that his temper flared. With her back to him he laced his fingers of his right hand into her wet hair and tightened them into a fist gripping her hair firmly and pulling her head back so far that her back was forced against the wall of the tub, causing her to ache over it, shoving her bare breasts skyward. His normally dark eyes glowed with the color of burning coals, and his lips were drawn back in a snarl, his teeth all ending in gleaming white points. I will tolerate you acting like a petulant child but you will not strike me bitch! He growled at her. Keeping her arched over the tub wall he finally let his eyes leave her face to roam over her body. A low rumbling growl emanated from deep in his chest, but it was much different from the angry sound he made earlier, it was primal and almost lusty. Lowering his face to her outstretched neck stopping with less than half an inch between their skin he breathed in her sent. The mix of fear, anger, confusion, along with her natural scent was slightly intoxicating to him. He could hear her pulse hammering below her skin the sound setting off a primal urge deep in his mind. Acting on animal instinct more than human thought Vince snaked his tongue, much longer and thicker than any humans, from between his lips and ran the tip from her shoulder, slowly up the side of her next along the main vein feeling her pulse against his hot tongue up to her ear. When he removed his tongue from her skin he took in a hissing breath through his clenched teeth and let it out with a slight shudder. His left hand moved into the water and claw tipped fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the patch of soft red hair between her legs. Agonizingly slow, he drew his claws up her arched body with enough pressure to leave a trail of five thin red lines that didn't break the skin up her stomach to her chest were he spread his fingers, two on each breast and his thumb sliding between the valley of her breast to her neck where he wrapped his fingers, each feeling like a steel cable, around her delicate throat. The points of his claws biting lightly into the soft flesh of her neck, drawing pinpricks of blood from her. Lowering his face back to her skin he drew his sharp teeth lightly over the smooth flesh of her shoulder before sinking his teeth into her trapezius. Her warm blood flowed over his teeth and into his mouth, causing him to growl deeply, the action causing a vibration to course through his teeth and into Mixie's shoulder. Removing his teeth from her flesh but keeping his lips wrapped around the wound his tongue lapped up her sweet blood. His saliva served a dual purpose, first it introduced his werewolf virus into her system, and secondly it caused a rapid healing of the wounds he inflicted on her. With her head still pulled backed so she could only stare at the ceiling Vince lifted his face from her shoulder and looked down into her golden eyes. You will be MINE. He said growling out the last word just before he crushed his lips against hers, forcing his still long, wolfen tongue into her mouth, the slightly metallic taste of her own blood still on his tongue as he dominated her tongue with his in a deep, fierce kiss. As he kissed her he pushed his will against hers, similar to how he would use a sending for his pack, but different at the same time. He imprinted his will against her psyche, creating a spiritual sign of sorts that let anything supernatural know that he had claim to her. Sani walked to the bathroom with a cup of tea just in time to see Vince jerk Mixie's head back. Closing his eyes and shaking his head he turned without a sound and walked back down the hall. Angi, help me out in the kitchen. He said as he passed the girl who was making her way towards the bathroom. Ok, I'm just going to check on Vince and Mixie. She said. I just did, they are currently discussing something important. It will be best to leave them be for the moment. Angi cocked a dark eyebrow at the old man and shrugged. Fine. She joined Sani in the kitchen helping him prepare a meal for them all. Telling Sani the story of her stay at the hospital and rescue as they prepped and cooked. High above the ground an large owl circled in the air, it's large shining eyes seeing everything below easily in the darkness. It spotted the pack of wolves that were gathered just outside of the borders of the reservation, looking towards the houses. They were larger than any wolves found in this area, and the owl knew instantly what they were. With a silent flapping of it's large wings it made it's way to Sani's house. Landing on the railing of the porch the large bird stretched out its wings and rotated it's head a full 270 to the right, then back around to the left before recentering it's face. A taloned foot drew up to it's chest and gripped at its feather and pulled. A sickening squelching sound followed by a wet sort of pop came from the bird and suddenly a dark skinned man with heavy dark circles under his eyes was standing on the porch holding a feathered owl pelt. His face looked like it was carved from rich dark wood, full of deep wrinkles and sharp lines. Knocking on the door he waited for a moment before the door was opened by Sani. Sani looked at the man with a hard frown on his face. The man quickly began talking to Sani in Navajo, telling him of the pack of werewolves just outside of the reservation. Cursing Sani gave them man instructions to go out and wake the pack leaders and have them gather their packs, as well as the other witches and skin-walkers and be ready for an attack. The man nodded and threw the owl pelt back over his body, with the same squelching and wet pop he was back as a great owl, flying off into the night to deliver Sani's message to the others.