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Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Mort smiled and his face flushed crimson as she complimented his handshake. He didn't know what he was doing here was he here to get information for a case? Or was he entranced by this woman's eyes, her soft curves, her curious disposition? He didn't know which it was, but he knew that neither of those goals would be met down here in the bar. Lodea brought Autora a drink and filled Mort's own, scowling as she did. Tell you what, Mort said, picking up his drink. I've got an office upstairs-- right over the bar, and it's got a great view this time of night. Maybe we could move our conversation for the time being? He took a drink, unsure of why this woman made his blood run so hot, or his thoughts slick and hard to hold.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

He wanted to take her upstairs..to be alone. Did he think she was some prostitute out for a good time. A small growl left her mouth before she could stop it. That's some nerve you have thinking I'll just go alone with someone ive never met before up to a secluded area. Do I honestly look like some kind of street walker? Doubts started creeping in as her brothers cruel words leeched inside her head. Did she really look like a whore in these clothes? Slapping a few bills on the bar she stood up and brushed past him. Her fury made her eyes shimmer under the low lighting. She should have just gone home. She could feel someone come up behind her when she hit the front door. She turned and snarled at him unable to hide her nature as small scales erupted up her neck.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Oh, god, Mort moaned as she stood and left. No! He cried. I wasn't--, but she was already crossing the room. He hurriedly slid his drink on the bar and whirled after her. He replayed the conversation over in his mind, and realized what he must seem like. He'd almost knocked her over on the way, then had marched down and invited her to drink alone with him? Christ, he thought, she really had my head spinning. He followed her outside and rounded the doorway. Look, ma'am,--, he began, but he stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on her. Rising from the neck of her sweater, her flesh had become scales, and there was a fiery resolve behind her eyes. The snarl that came from her mouth, it made his heart positively hammer. A shifter, huh? He said, his breath fogging in front of him. He leaned forward and winked, his eyes becoming reptilian slits for a fraction of a second. That explains a lot. Like why you were in the same building as the Shifter King this afternoon. Mort stood back and let that sink in a moment. He stepped backwards slowly and opened the door, holding it wide and leaning against it. I'm not going to attack you. I just have questions, he said quietly.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

How did you... Her question cut off as she watched with horror as his eyes shifted before her. He couldn't be. She was rooted in place with his next statement, all the color draining from her face along with her fight. How the hell did he know where she had been and who was there. Oh Fuck her brother really did have her followed! The shadow man briefly crossed her mind and had her narrowing her eyes. Fine, say I follow you...I have questions of my own for you. One claw out of line and so help me you'll regret it. The beast inside her roared with displeasure as she threatened him. Why now did her dragon have to make an appearance. If it were any other situation she would be celebrating. She walked past him and followed him up a small set of stairs.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Mort walked slowly up the stairs, careful not to make any sudden movements. He knew all too well that her being a dragon shifter made her an incredibly dangerous individual. The blood of the dragon was in his veins as well, and he had done much over the past years to keep that a secret. He held no ill will toward the woman, and would not risk angering her to the point of transformation. If that were to happen, he would have no choice but to also unleash his dragon, and he had worked so hard for the life he'd made for himself. He would not risk it. When they reached his office, he shut the door behind Autora as she entered behind him. He uncorked the bottle of whiskey and poured two drinks, offering one to her. So, you've got questions too, he said quietly. Ladies first. Ask away.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Autora carefully took the drink and held it unsteadily between her fingers. This definitely wasn't the day for drinking, but she drowned the whiskey in one go and scrunched her face as the liquid burned going all the way down. Now that they were alone her heart raced. She just had this feeling that everything was going to change, and not all for the better. She didn't like change. It was unpredictable and she couldn't hide behind her books againtst it. Her eyes never strayed too far away from where he stood. He didn't seem like a bad person...or shifter...or whatever he was. Too many questions overloaded her brain and had it throbbing. But one stood out before all others and she just had to know. Squaring her shoulders she looked at him directly holding his gaze under her silver ones. Are you being paid to follow me? She held her voice strong despite the unease settled in her chest. What is she going to do if he was following her, and why would someone want to do that? I know it was you taking those pictures this afternoon, and you all but admitted it to me. Who the hell is paying you, and what have you done with the pictures?
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

His nerves and heart calmed as the nature of their interaction became more unified. As he had taught himself to do, he pushed any carnal lust to the back of his mind, distanced himself from emotion, and thought of facts he was able to think clearly once more. Her question was the obvious elephant in the room. No, he said, swishing the amber liquid in his glass. Not to follow you. And the pictures are safe. Mort pointed to a locked iron safe across the room, set into the wall beside his desk. He'd stashed the storage cards there when he'd first gotten back, as he usually did. I'm a private investigator, Autora, he said. I get paid to do all kinds of things. I can't say much more without breaking faith with my client, but just know that I had no professional interest in you until you came into my pub this evening. Mort turned a highback chair near his fireplace to face Autora. He sat and crossed his legs, thinking a moment. He scratched his stubbled face, then looked up at her. My turn, he said. Who was the greaseball who was roughing you up outside the building where the meeting was? Boss? Husband?
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Her eyes lingered on the safe wishing she could destroy the pictures inside there. What he held wasn't safe for anyone if they got out. But what scared her more was now that someone else's life was in danger. His. Even for a private investigator this was some deep shit and it made her worry even more about who wanted him to take them. Fingers rubbed at her temples as she paced back and forth even though he sat down. That sleezeball as you put it...Is one of the most powerful shifters outside of the King himself. And he is most definitely not my husband, or boyfriend, or anything even remotely romantic. That's just plain disgusting. That unfortunately for me is my step-brother. And sleezebag is the correct term for him. It also makes him my boss. I landed the fun role of being his secretary. If you lived with your own kind you would know that. Crossing her arms she stood in front of him and gave him an appraising look. He definitely was eye on the eyes and had her inner spirit crooning for his attention. She didn't stop herself from pushing her folded arms tighter under her chest and making her assets stick out more. Guess tighter clothes had some advantage. She couldn't believe she was preening before him like this. he was just merely after information. He did say afterall that he didn't have any interest in her other than professionally.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Mort's eyebrow raised at the comment about his people. He drained his glass and set it aside. My people? He asked, smiling. You mean the race that will be extinct in fifty-odd years? He stood and walked across the room to the window facing the street. In the distance, he could see the upper reaches of the mountain over the city, beyond the barrier. I have no place in a dying world, he said. It's not the strongest creatures that survive in nature, Autora. It's the creatures that most easily adapt. I'm adapting. I want my children, if I ever have any, to live in a world that has a future. There's no future on that mountain. He turned back around, noticing her posture. His eyes fell to her shapely chest, and he found his mind wandering to thoughts of them both entwined, features hidden by her tight clothes fully exposed. He shook his head and cleared his throat. I don't know what your brother is up to, or if you're in on it. But I'm a part of it now, and I don't intend to let the matter go until it's resolved. I don't want to be your enemy.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

A dying race? Is that how you see us? Always good to clarify when putting down your own people. And now because I have no choice in the matter im just tossed in with that dying race. Autoras anger grew feeling strangely protective over the ones who to this day looked down on her. It's not like we have any choice in whether we lay more clutches or not. Those old windbags have been trying for decades to have more and nothing. What you have before you is one of the last children born out of the last clutch. And here is stand the freak that can't even shift. How about that?! Huh?! I can't even help our own people. Not as if I turn heads every day with my clever wit. Every outburst brought her closer to where he sat, until a finger poked into his chest. You say you don't want to be my enemy, but yet stashed away in your safe are things that could get you and me killed. Small curls of smoke left her nose as she looked down at him. I can't afford another enemy, I already have one in my brother. And he may not make you turn tail and run, but he sure as shit scares the hell out of me. Look I don't know what you plan to do with this information , but just cut me out of it. I won't go down with any of this. I didn't approve of it to begin with. Thinking about the consequences for so many people made her anger dissipate. Her shoulders fell as she stepped back and leaned up against his desk.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

The closer she came to him, the more something rose within himself. It was something arcane-- something ancient and powerful. It was an instinct, which moved like a warmth from the top of his head, through his heart and gut, coming to rest in his loins. He suddenly knew exactly what he should do next. He should take this woman over his desk, strip her to her flesh, roar triumphantly over-- No. He shook his head, trying once more to clear his head of the effect she was having on him. By now, she was standing directly in front of him, her finger in his chest. This was the closest he'd been to a female shifter in... as long as he could recall. It must be a pheromone or something, he decided. Some scent which ignited in a male shifter the burning need to mate. Mort had spent decades trying to become human, and he would not allow himself to fall into savagery now-- not after all this time. Autora became quiet once more and leaned against the desk. Mort could still smell the smoke which had come from her nostrils. It made him lightheaded. I, uh--, he began, running a hand over his face. I'm sorry you're mixed up in all this. I don't want to be either. The fact is, my safe is probably the safest place for that information to be. There's no way I could give it to the police yet-- there's so many corrupt cops that there'd be bounties put on our heads the minute it got to the station. And I can't destroy it, because I suspect that lives depend on this scheme being uncovered. I say we lay low for a while, and when the opportunity arises, we get what evidence we need to shut whatever this is down. We're in this together, you and me. Mort walked over to the desk and stood beside her, their arms touching. He poured another couple of drinks and turned, leaning against the desk beside her. He offered her one of the glasses as he sipped from the other, looking at her earnestly.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

You and me. She wanted to cry. The first time anyone wanted something to do with her and it was to take down some of the most dangerous people. The glass he offered shook in her hand treating to spill over. The warmth of his body permeated her side. Being this close clouded her senses and had her leaning up against him. Her head softly landed on his shoulder. How could she just trust this man, this delicious smelling man who broke thru her defenses. What he suggested wouldn't work though. She couldn't hide from her brother. He would know and he would hunt her down. She had seen his cruelty first hand. A tear welled up and slid down her cheek to pool on his shoulder. She had never felt more alone. Wiping away her tears she leaned away from him. I'm sorry about that. But I can't hide. He would only find me. But you... He doesn't know about you and I won't tell him. So please just stay out of this and forget about me. Your safer. Before she thought any further ahead Autora gently caressed his rough cheek and brought her lips to his in a whisper of a kiss. Just briefly pressing the plump flesh to his before stepping back. In another world and place she would have gladly gotten lost in this shifters arms. Hell if she didn't go now she would do just that. Stay safe for me Mort.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Mort was stunned to silence when the woman at his side, who only moments before had been ready to fight, lay her head on his shoulder. He could think of no witty remark, no snarky one-liner. He turned his face only slightly to look over at her, seeing only her silvery hair and inadvertently breathing in her intoxicating aroma. He closed his eyes, cursing himself for finally meeting someone who intrigued him so under such terrible circumstances. He listened to her words, and when he opened his eyes, she was bringing her face close to his. He felt the graceful touch of her lips on his own, and a bolt of lightning went through him. The kiss was over as soon as it had begun, but he felt the ghost of that kiss on his lips he thought he would be haunted by that ghost for the rest of his life. Autora stepped backward, entreating him to stay out of her brother's scheme for both of their sake. He spent half a second looking into her eyes, and knew what he was going to do. Safe be damned, he said. He stepped forward, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her cheek, bringing his face to hers in a full, passionate kiss. The moment stretched into eternity, their lips connected for that second of freedom. He ended the kiss and looked at her. I've no interest in being safe, he said, quietly.
Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Tears fell silently down her cheeks. The gentleness of his touch and the rightness of his lips possessing hers refuted all those people that ever belittled her or saw her as useless. That moment in time felt as if they had the world to themselves. Her arms found there way around his waist, resting against his hips. Your crazy aren't you? That's why you are agreeing to this insanity. Autora eyes glistened with more unshed tears even though she smiled up at him. Lifting up on her toes she kissed him once again this time it was slow and lingering with a swipe of her tongue begging entrance between his lips. Her hands climb his chest til they rested across his shoulders. His scent overwhelmed her senses and made her feel drunk on just pure male. She waited at his lips til they couldn't breathe anymore before pulling back panting. Behind her eyes a separate consciousness watched back with passionate flames brightening her irises. What are you doing to me?
Thread: The Survivor and Safehaven (Gunner x TheCrimsonLady)

The Survivor and The Safehaven Gunner x Sensualist It had taken some work. He'd first seen evidence of the scavenging parties things disturbed in areas that shouldn't be, tracks that were deliberate organized instead of haphazard like the infected. It had been another month before he saw an actual party. Technically he'd heard them before he saw them they made enough noise to wake up a proverbial neighborhood. At least that was how it sounded to him anyway. He'd watched them from a distance, through both binos and a rifle scope as they meandered around the urban area, picking through the bones of civilization before finally loading back up into a boat. It was already starting to darken, so he bivouacked close to the beach that night, which allowed him to see the faintest hints of the lights just over the horizon, which had gotten him curious. It hadn't been too difficult for him to find a suitable craft a kayak, and make it ready, load it with what he thought he would need. The harder part was the weather. It was almost a month before the weather was right foggy enough to cover his approach with winds towards the direction the lights came from to lessen his exertion while covering his approach. He'd found the island easily enough, once he got close the lights had been like a beacon, seeming to be magnified by the fog. He had paddled around to the far side, found a small cave barely above sea level to hide the kayak in, then humped his gear inland a bit to cache it hiding it well enough that he doubted anyone would find it unless they knew where to look, carrying with him only a minimum of supplies and his rifle. He crept inward, slowly moving more or less toward the lights, in some places having to feel his way through the underbrush in the dark. He had already evaded one patrol, apparently their isolation was making them lax. He'd almost tried to make contact with them, but for some unexplained reason he couldn't bring himself to do it. Silently he'd been working his way closer, trying to see what they had, when he heard the snap, felt the sudden yank, and was up in the air in one violent motion, his head cracking against the tree they'd used for the snare, knocking him out cold. His rifle came free of his hands, although he didn't lose it, thanks to sling something he'd learned in his time in the Army. His pistol was still secure in it's holster, also attached by a lanyard in case it had failed, as was all of his important gear it made it harder to set it down and forget it or for it to fall out of a pocket, although a few minor items, a lighter, lockpick set, and a couple loose bullets did fall from pockets pouches as he hung, unconscious from the tree.
Thread: The Survivor and Safehaven (Gunner x TheCrimsonLady)

Stop pushing me. I'm not pushing you, you walk to slow, I ran into you. you're walking too fast. Shut the fuck up, both of you. I heard something What is it, Rocket? The trap went off, We caught something. Something big. A few moments later, Four women surrounded the hanging unconscious man, all armed to the teeth. It's a man, Said a silver haired one, thin with bright blue eyes and pale skin. She moved toward the creature, but another took her hand, No, Five. Said a girl with hair as dark as the other's was silver . Six... the silver one said. God, do you two ever shut up? Said another with olive skin, dark hair and an eye patch as she closed in with the another with red wavy hair investigating their catch. He doesn't look sick? said the red head. How is that possible, Rocket. said the olive skinned one. Look at him, Patch. Rocket said, as she came closer. No veins. She said, reaching out, but Patch took her hand. He still could be infected. she warned. He would have guns, either. said one of the other two, with the dark hair as she clung to the silver one. Six is right, Look, their holstered, the rifle and the pistol. I still don't like it. Patch said and the silver one, reached out and touched him. Five! they all shouted, though it was a whisper. It's pretty. She said, with a wicked smile. Look, no mess. She said, holding up her long fingers. Patch walked up to her, snatching her by the wrist, and examining her fingers, there was no sweat. If he was infected, he was still have a fever. Patch, I think he's....Rocket paused. I think he's immune... She said and Patch took a breath, looking at the man. Rocket help me cut him down, Five, bind his arms and legs, Six, gag him be careful of his teeth. We'll take him to see Doc, she'll know what to do. Patch said and the girls got to work, and soon, the man was being dragged by a rope that were tied around his arms and legs, with the four women flanking him. Patch had a gun tried on his head, should he make a sudden movement.
Thread: The Survivor and Safehaven (Gunner x TheCrimsonLady)

The man was quiet, with the exception of a groan when they cut him down and a couple incomprehensible mutterings. For him, he was out. A couple times he regained just enough consciousness to see light dark through his closed eyelids for a few seconds as they drug him around. Disarming him took a bit he had a Gerber Backup in his boot, a SOG tomahawk on his small pack, a multitool in a pouch on his plate carrier, a Gerber R06 Auto in his pocket, a Glock 30 in a holster on his carrier, his short barreled rifle , and a pair of M67 grenades . He also had a single dog tag on the beaded chain around his neck, revealing him to be 'Wright, Eric S.'. Of course he was still very unconscious at this point and short of a pharmaceutical intervention, would be for the better part of an hour.
Thread: The Survivor and Safehaven (Gunner x TheCrimsonLady)

Getting the man back to Haven was is was called, was not easy. They were scavengers, sent to look for more women, supplies, gas whatever they might need, they grew most of the food, so that wasn't an issue, but still, there were still women out there, being beaten to death, supplies out there, just waiting to be plucked, and gas, the one thing they could not reproduce on the island. Patch threw the man to the small motor boat that the girl rode inland on. She was the strongest of them, she was former Federales, before the world ended. Rocket, was a mechanical engineer, and the twins, Five and Six, no one knew what they were before all of this, but everyone knew they weren't quite right in the head. Five seemed to be able to sense things, and Six was the only one to keep Five from wondering off. Five looked at the man, as they rode out, Rocket at the helm, Patch with her gun trained on his forehead, while Six clung to her sisters arm. Shiny. She said, with a breath, reaching for his chest. No, Five, no. Six told her sister. Don't touch, She said and Five looked at her. But look. She said and pointed to the chain around his neck. Patch followed her finger and frowned. Military.... She told the girl, Rocket looked back as well. He was military. Patch said shaking her head. Infected or not, I should shoot him.... She said, her eye darkening as if something dark crossed her mind. We'll let Doc decide. Rocket said turning back and Patch sighed. Fine.... About and hour later, the man, Eric as his dogtags read, began to stir and Patch rose her weapon. Five and Six, flinched and Rocket, looked back and forth from the water ahead to the back of the boat. Easy, Cowboy. She warned. I really want to shoot you, all I need is a reason...