♖Ultima Ratio Regnum | The Aftermath ♖ | MSL
by Istiana Komenenos
Topics: Marcus Leocadus, Istiana Komenenos, Tyranoth
Marcus
Theme
The Aftermath
" Quintus, you old bastard, are you crying? " stated Arnor as he rallied troops across the smouldering fort of Gal'drannor, the legion busied themselves in looting and recuperating, sending off their dead in pyres as funerary rites were uttered within the confines. Tattered crimson banner flew in the high winds as a light rain fell over the fort, the sea unrelenting as the dromon ships docked in the cove that had once belonged to the dark elves. The legionaries made small camps and fires, tending to the tasks of the day, mending wounds and making meals, cleaning and preparing their gear for the journey back.
Quintus looked upon a lone rider upon the grey sand beaches in the distance and his red cloak, " He is Marcus, Wolf King, he will not cry... so I cry for him " the old man added clutching his staff and lamenting the loss of the queen of Cornaeth, Arnor shook his head in amusement before going down the steps " Right, take as much as you can carry, nothing to weigh down the boats... master dwarves, as per our accord you have equal share in the spoils, aye, no, it was an honor to fight by your side all the same, we avenged our kin as much as yours "
Far out on the beach, the slow trot of a horse made its way to the nearby slave colony, a few riders had already gone on to plant the red banners, and free the captives, seeing to it that they were returned to their homes, their ranks would likely supplement the man power, the losses of the besieging forces, around 500 of the 700 men that set siege remained, it was not a light burden to bear upon the conscience but the legion had not faltered against such insurmountable odds against a position quite as well defended.
Marcus wished he could rejoice with his men at the victory, but in truth his heart weighed heavy, he needed time to collect his shattered soul, given such news but truthfully, part of him still wandered in the hope that maybe... just maybe, and the horse's trot went on for a league or so until the fort was a distant sight and the sound of the waves crashing at the shore was the only certain thing...
" No... it cannot be.. "
His hands whipped at the reins of his horse as the beast galloped towards a boulder in the distance where two figures were perched, wily old Aegos and above him, the queen of queens.
Marcus leapt off his horse, his tired frame carrying him as fast as he could, barely making the words out amidst his breaths before embracing Istiana with full force, even such a large man trembled with overwhelming emotion, his laughter erupted in a manic sense as his hands traced the face as if to assure himself this was not a reverie cast by madness..
"Istiana... " he muttered, before delivering the surest of kisses to his love.
Istiana
Istiana had been reminded of an adage of wild animals being backed into corners, and it was the only explanation that she could attest to for how she had survived the fight on the beach. There was no other explanation to account for it. And after, she had awoken on the beach, with the water pushing her forward and dragging her hair back out behind her.
A fevered dream had told her to get up and find shelter. Refuge. And as she had drawn herself onward, fully spent, she had found that refuge. Aegos. He had not abandoned her as she had thought. He'd had to hide himself out at sea to avoid being captured himself. The bodies that had littered the shore had been dropped out in the ocean.
"There hasn't been much noise in a while Domina." He said from his place of vigil by her side, as she sat upon the boulder, looking out at the ocean. "Whatever was happening is ended."
Istiana was well versed in the sounds of war, their beginnings and their endings, and just how they sounded from a distance. Aegos had explained to her that it was coming from Gal'Drannor and who resided there. It burst a wellspring of hope within her that it was Marcus. And that he had won the day. "Regardless of my health, we must leave these shores tonight." She instructed.
"Archoness...." The tone of Aegos' voice had her looked up, in the direction of the rider coming towards them. A visage she could never unknow, nor want to. The faintest exhalation caught the older mans ear, hearing the relief within that simple sound. Faster than he had seen her move for days, Istiana was off of the rock and almost stumbling across the beach to the King.
With a reserve of energy she hadn't known she possessed, Istiana catapulted herself into his arms at the same time he embraced her. All of her strength went into embracing him, holding onto him. Her safety. Her home.
Torrents ran down from her eyes, from relief, joy and an expulsion of all that she had been holding in. In countenance to it, a smile upon her lips.
Any other instance, she might have roused him, by stating that he had taken his time to get there, but this reunion was one of magnitude. And she would not sully it by being mean to him. A moment to savour and cherish.
"I missed you so entirely." She whispered to him, hands subtly roaming beneath his cloak to check for wounds upon him. That noise had all been him and she knew he'd have been at the front of the fray, enraged and searching for her.
Marcus
*"You did well Aegos, I shall see to it a handsome reward awaits you." Marcus commented whilst clutching his Queen in his lap, his hands brushed her hair as he made offerings of rations he carried and as always the welcome taste of an imperial vintage to wash down herbed hardbread doused in olive oil, like a savory crostini, Marcus wiped at her face gently, his heart breaking at how weak and worn she looked, covering her with more of his cloak as he noted a shiver. " My sweet Raven, how could your Wolf have gone on if not for his better half... the heart ached each day of your absence and I am not yet sated with this meagre vengeance for the stain upon your honor will be washed in their blood, my wolf queen, the deus had answered me, amongst your many feats is to make a godless man pray " he remarked with a laugh kissing her cheek as he looked onto the waves "I knew their walls wouldn't hold you, here I was prepared to make a march into their heartland... You will have to regale me with this tale once we are in a fonder place" he smiled some looking back in her eyes " You are one hell of a lady "
Marcus sighed some " Though I suppose it'll be fair to say I didn't think this through, Caelys is dead, but he got a messenger through to call for reinforcements " he added " I thought I could hold the element of surprise long enough for a bloodless escape but now it seems we are at fates mercy."
Istiana
Whilst the rations Aegos had supplied her with, those from Marcus' own reserves were the sweetest thing she had tasted in a long time, it tasted of Cornaeth. A place she held dear for it was the epicentre of her life.
"I shall tell you all. On the promise, that you tell me how you defeated such a dread fort." She promised, along with a silent promise to broach the subject of legacies with him. This, if nothing else, had been an awakening that it was needed.
"I am a wolf." She murmured back to him, assured that her survival had hinged upon that very fact.
Istiana pressed her lips against his, savouring the kiss regardless of his concerns. "I saw smoke upon the horizon, did you use pitch?" She posed, whilst her body may be tired and frail, her mind was almost as sharp as ever. His desire for vengeance a match for her own. At his nod, that vindictive spark formed within her eyes, and a vicious smile forming on her lips. "I think that dread fort would look much better as rubble. We might watch it's demise from aboard our ships, sailing back to our homeland..."
Marcus
"We brought dwarves to make sure of it, the talon elves will catch up however and they will strike when we do not expect it, I wish I had you with me on the war table you can always see things as I cannot, what is undoubted is that we are a long way from Cornaeth with 500 men,f the dwarves will depart and their weapons proved crucial to the assault but I would've paid any price for you, were I more sure of the dark elves as an adversary I would have made terms for ransom, many others did, for naught." Marcus clutched Istianas hand with his resolve restored " Come what may, with you at my side I'll weather the storm " Marcus reached forward once Isti ate her fill scooping her into his arms " Let me take you to a warm bed my love, your journey has been far harsher than mine " he added making sure she found her place on the horse before he mounted, setting off towards their camp.
Istiana
A ransom would have only made them torture her more, to know of the value she had to The Wolf. It was better that he hadn't. "You did the right thing my Amatus. You chose the correct course."
Istiana, with Marcus' help settled onto the back of the horse, then resting back against his warmth, beginning to feel the draw of the sleep he had alluded to, the comfort and security of his presence meaning that sleep was safe to do once more. However, before they set off, Istiana turned to looked at Aegos.
"I am indebted to you. And will repay in due time. Thank you." She offered, a strong promise indeed from her that she had every intention of fulfilling. One day. And not simply in the form of golden reparations.
Settled against Marcus, Istiana drifted, recalling a time when she slept next to no one, until he came along. At the time, on their first night together, she had explained it as being sheer exhaustion from his prowess and stamina. Now, she knew much better, he made all things better. And she need never worry for her own safety when he was nearby.
Marcus
A warm fire crackled within the hearth of the fort where the legion now made it's camp, at daybreak they would once more set sail, guards kept watch as the soldiers ate their fill and consolidated their spoils. Though it did not have the opulence of their palace it kept the rains and winds out, and for his beloved Istiana, the much needed luxury of a warm soak, Marc stood by her side, diligently inspecting his mate as part of their grooming ritual, dutiful though always awed at the ceaseless beauty which despite what he said assuredly captivated his heart, for someone so talented in the arts of murder, she held a grace and poise of an Imperial " Rei Bella ", Marc's digits ran through those rich dark locks of hair, his warm hands knowing each touch precisely as if undoing every knot of muscle and ache the day prior, before turning his attention to undoing those makeshift bandages, though the wolven physiology was incredible, it did not promise immortality and they were not above such things as poison or infection, nevertheless, Marc found nothing concerning, merely cuts and blemishes that had already set to healing, a happenstance strike by a foe whose only luck that day would've been to land a strike on her.
" Staghorn Moss... that brings back memories " Marcus added as he plucked away at a dried patch of moss affixed to a wound, testament to Istiana's innate knowledge of the lands, she had treated many a grievous wound and fever upon Marcus before, and he had picked up a thing or two, the staghorn was a potent antimicrobial and could be used as a makeshift dressing, he found makeshift medications and ointments in small patches, Marcus dare not question their contents for he wouldn't be able to tell poison from medicine. His gaze perked at a frustrated huff and shoulder shove from Istiana, commanding him to get on. A wooden ladle was used to douse steaming warm waters over her, he'd been thoughtful enough to carry her favored perfumes all this way, her armor hung on a rack nearby.
Warm waters swept across her shoulders washing away woe and dirt, alike, coupled with a soothing massage from Marc's strong grasp. He leaned forward to kiss at her neck and cheek, just enough for that stubble of his to cause a giggle. It was a tender moment between husband and wife.
Istiana
Little could soothe the body and mind in the same way that being bathed and doted upon by her husband could, it restored her in a way that could seem unfathomable to others, yet still it healed her, along with the second helping of provisions that had been given to her upon her awakening. There were few moments that Istiana had ever felt conscious of her body, knowing that it had always been sought after by men and women alike, for the same and differing reasons, yet as she was undressed, she knew she become thin, a little less of the luscious body she'd had. Though if she continued to eat as she had done since being found, she would fill out again soon enough.
"I should have expected you to recognise that one." His touch eased the aches and pains within her, as did the hot water. "You would have enjoyed the look upon my face at finding it, something akin to the looks the children have at the sweet table at feasts." She admitted.
A pall had hung over her mind, one of concern since the ordeal had ended, that it had changed her in some way, though the brush of that ever loved beard and the resulting giggle proved otherwise, it had not broken her, it had not damaged her. They were still them. She was still herself. Laughter was still possible. Her hands lifted, to grasp the dearest face, lightly dragging her fingers through his beard. Before another little nudge of her shoulder, begging for him to continue, needing more of the tender care he offered and gave, with him continuing his ministrations.
To others beyond, the soft and delicate sounds that emitted from her could have been considered licentious, perhaps even deviant, not that they had had issues there before, with their amorous nature often taking over them.
It was moments like these that had encouraged her love for him to develop, noting that while she was vulnerable, she was most cherished.
"Amatus, when I am fully restored, I think it is time we talked about beginning our legacy."
Marcus
Marcus spared not a patch of flesh in his adorations, moreso as a strong hand slid betwixt her loins to give her love in the most tenderest, most sincere and most ravishing way possible, along with a roused hungry growl that made all the more evident how badly he had missed his mate, he couldn't help but buck and gyrate behind her, if out of instinct, they were of one mind when it came to such things, as always there was a bit of hunger and possessiveness in Marc's grasp, he treasured her in the most unfathomable way, he could never know a joy nor a pleasure as sweet as his Istiana, which made it so clear why he would rather choose the cliff rather than to live on this desolate plane without his soulmate, the fire that they had shared with one another, the passion with which they loved, so arduously, so viciously, she was a wolf before she was a wolf and she made Marcus's soul howl with want. That icy glow of his eyes more preternatural, the fangs more pronounced as he drew near her neck, it was one of those growls… that resonated within her soul, the scent of her coaxing the ancient rite, as if she invoked the rut itself in her stud, much as his digits roused the heat within her.
A bite to claim laid behind her neck followed by hungry licks and kisses, his digits locking into hers with the other hand. " We are of one mind when it comes to that Amora Mea, the night of your turning had been a fortuitous omen and in facing trials and battles by your side we have come to form a pack amidst our wolves, when we are rid of our foes and Cornaeth greets us once more, I have every intention of invoking the ancient rite of the hunt to bring yet more wolves into this realm, our names be cast down in the chronicles of ages " he clutched her hand and laid a kiss upon the dorsum " But not in these foreign reaches, where there isn't the certainty, we must rid Tyranoth of the Scourge that is Maldraneth and his Talon Host, such is our duty. "
Istiana
The sounds she emitted by the massages he had been giving her, turned from innocent in nature, to entirely not, heat flushing through her body as a wellspring desire surged into her. Mingled with a delighted whimper to the bites he gave her. Wolf welts and bites were among her favorite sensations. She loved them. Loved what they meant, loved what drove them. Loved that they showed she was his and his alone.
What had spurned the idea of broaching the topic with him, the fact that she had more than once felt the chill of Death's clutches, were swiftly driven from her mind, as only the sensations of being alive thrummed through her.
"No, not here. In this forsaken land." Istiana agreed, she hadn't intended for it to be something they did instantly, though she was left with the wondering if he had been waiting for her to mention it all along. Leaving it up to her if that was something they would do.
"That doesn't exclude the other delights we have though." She tempted, less demanding than she usually was in other pursuits, the bite encouraging a more submissive tone to her. And it did not exclude those other pleasures, ending in their true reunion complete and both sated and spent, lounging in lovers embraces.
by Istiana Komenenos
Topics: Marcus Leocadus, Istiana Komenenos, Tyranoth
Marcus
Theme
The Aftermath
" Quintus, you old bastard, are you crying? " stated Arnor as he rallied troops across the smouldering fort of Gal'drannor, the legion busied themselves in looting and recuperating, sending off their dead in pyres as funerary rites were uttered within the confines. Tattered crimson banner flew in the high winds as a light rain fell over the fort, the sea unrelenting as the dromon ships docked in the cove that had once belonged to the dark elves. The legionaries made small camps and fires, tending to the tasks of the day, mending wounds and making meals, cleaning and preparing their gear for the journey back.
Quintus looked upon a lone rider upon the grey sand beaches in the distance and his red cloak, " He is Marcus, Wolf King, he will not cry... so I cry for him " the old man added clutching his staff and lamenting the loss of the queen of Cornaeth, Arnor shook his head in amusement before going down the steps " Right, take as much as you can carry, nothing to weigh down the boats... master dwarves, as per our accord you have equal share in the spoils, aye, no, it was an honor to fight by your side all the same, we avenged our kin as much as yours "
Far out on the beach, the slow trot of a horse made its way to the nearby slave colony, a few riders had already gone on to plant the red banners, and free the captives, seeing to it that they were returned to their homes, their ranks would likely supplement the man power, the losses of the besieging forces, around 500 of the 700 men that set siege remained, it was not a light burden to bear upon the conscience but the legion had not faltered against such insurmountable odds against a position quite as well defended.
Marcus wished he could rejoice with his men at the victory, but in truth his heart weighed heavy, he needed time to collect his shattered soul, given such news but truthfully, part of him still wandered in the hope that maybe... just maybe, and the horse's trot went on for a league or so until the fort was a distant sight and the sound of the waves crashing at the shore was the only certain thing...
" No... it cannot be.. "
His hands whipped at the reins of his horse as the beast galloped towards a boulder in the distance where two figures were perched, wily old Aegos and above him, the queen of queens.
Marcus leapt off his horse, his tired frame carrying him as fast as he could, barely making the words out amidst his breaths before embracing Istiana with full force, even such a large man trembled with overwhelming emotion, his laughter erupted in a manic sense as his hands traced the face as if to assure himself this was not a reverie cast by madness..
"Istiana... " he muttered, before delivering the surest of kisses to his love.
Istiana
Istiana had been reminded of an adage of wild animals being backed into corners, and it was the only explanation that she could attest to for how she had survived the fight on the beach. There was no other explanation to account for it. And after, she had awoken on the beach, with the water pushing her forward and dragging her hair back out behind her.
A fevered dream had told her to get up and find shelter. Refuge. And as she had drawn herself onward, fully spent, she had found that refuge. Aegos. He had not abandoned her as she had thought. He'd had to hide himself out at sea to avoid being captured himself. The bodies that had littered the shore had been dropped out in the ocean.
"There hasn't been much noise in a while Domina." He said from his place of vigil by her side, as she sat upon the boulder, looking out at the ocean. "Whatever was happening is ended."
Istiana was well versed in the sounds of war, their beginnings and their endings, and just how they sounded from a distance. Aegos had explained to her that it was coming from Gal'Drannor and who resided there. It burst a wellspring of hope within her that it was Marcus. And that he had won the day. "Regardless of my health, we must leave these shores tonight." She instructed.
"Archoness...." The tone of Aegos' voice had her looked up, in the direction of the rider coming towards them. A visage she could never unknow, nor want to. The faintest exhalation caught the older mans ear, hearing the relief within that simple sound. Faster than he had seen her move for days, Istiana was off of the rock and almost stumbling across the beach to the King.
With a reserve of energy she hadn't known she possessed, Istiana catapulted herself into his arms at the same time he embraced her. All of her strength went into embracing him, holding onto him. Her safety. Her home.
Torrents ran down from her eyes, from relief, joy and an expulsion of all that she had been holding in. In countenance to it, a smile upon her lips.
Any other instance, she might have roused him, by stating that he had taken his time to get there, but this reunion was one of magnitude. And she would not sully it by being mean to him. A moment to savour and cherish.
"I missed you so entirely." She whispered to him, hands subtly roaming beneath his cloak to check for wounds upon him. That noise had all been him and she knew he'd have been at the front of the fray, enraged and searching for her.
Marcus
*"You did well Aegos, I shall see to it a handsome reward awaits you." Marcus commented whilst clutching his Queen in his lap, his hands brushed her hair as he made offerings of rations he carried and as always the welcome taste of an imperial vintage to wash down herbed hardbread doused in olive oil, like a savory crostini, Marcus wiped at her face gently, his heart breaking at how weak and worn she looked, covering her with more of his cloak as he noted a shiver. " My sweet Raven, how could your Wolf have gone on if not for his better half... the heart ached each day of your absence and I am not yet sated with this meagre vengeance for the stain upon your honor will be washed in their blood, my wolf queen, the deus had answered me, amongst your many feats is to make a godless man pray " he remarked with a laugh kissing her cheek as he looked onto the waves "I knew their walls wouldn't hold you, here I was prepared to make a march into their heartland... You will have to regale me with this tale once we are in a fonder place" he smiled some looking back in her eyes " You are one hell of a lady "
Marcus sighed some " Though I suppose it'll be fair to say I didn't think this through, Caelys is dead, but he got a messenger through to call for reinforcements " he added " I thought I could hold the element of surprise long enough for a bloodless escape but now it seems we are at fates mercy."
Istiana
Whilst the rations Aegos had supplied her with, those from Marcus' own reserves were the sweetest thing she had tasted in a long time, it tasted of Cornaeth. A place she held dear for it was the epicentre of her life.
"I shall tell you all. On the promise, that you tell me how you defeated such a dread fort." She promised, along with a silent promise to broach the subject of legacies with him. This, if nothing else, had been an awakening that it was needed.
"I am a wolf." She murmured back to him, assured that her survival had hinged upon that very fact.
Istiana pressed her lips against his, savouring the kiss regardless of his concerns. "I saw smoke upon the horizon, did you use pitch?" She posed, whilst her body may be tired and frail, her mind was almost as sharp as ever. His desire for vengeance a match for her own. At his nod, that vindictive spark formed within her eyes, and a vicious smile forming on her lips. "I think that dread fort would look much better as rubble. We might watch it's demise from aboard our ships, sailing back to our homeland..."
Marcus
"We brought dwarves to make sure of it, the talon elves will catch up however and they will strike when we do not expect it, I wish I had you with me on the war table you can always see things as I cannot, what is undoubted is that we are a long way from Cornaeth with 500 men,f the dwarves will depart and their weapons proved crucial to the assault but I would've paid any price for you, were I more sure of the dark elves as an adversary I would have made terms for ransom, many others did, for naught." Marcus clutched Istianas hand with his resolve restored " Come what may, with you at my side I'll weather the storm " Marcus reached forward once Isti ate her fill scooping her into his arms " Let me take you to a warm bed my love, your journey has been far harsher than mine " he added making sure she found her place on the horse before he mounted, setting off towards their camp.
Istiana
A ransom would have only made them torture her more, to know of the value she had to The Wolf. It was better that he hadn't. "You did the right thing my Amatus. You chose the correct course."
Istiana, with Marcus' help settled onto the back of the horse, then resting back against his warmth, beginning to feel the draw of the sleep he had alluded to, the comfort and security of his presence meaning that sleep was safe to do once more. However, before they set off, Istiana turned to looked at Aegos.
"I am indebted to you. And will repay in due time. Thank you." She offered, a strong promise indeed from her that she had every intention of fulfilling. One day. And not simply in the form of golden reparations.
Settled against Marcus, Istiana drifted, recalling a time when she slept next to no one, until he came along. At the time, on their first night together, she had explained it as being sheer exhaustion from his prowess and stamina. Now, she knew much better, he made all things better. And she need never worry for her own safety when he was nearby.
Marcus
A warm fire crackled within the hearth of the fort where the legion now made it's camp, at daybreak they would once more set sail, guards kept watch as the soldiers ate their fill and consolidated their spoils. Though it did not have the opulence of their palace it kept the rains and winds out, and for his beloved Istiana, the much needed luxury of a warm soak, Marc stood by her side, diligently inspecting his mate as part of their grooming ritual, dutiful though always awed at the ceaseless beauty which despite what he said assuredly captivated his heart, for someone so talented in the arts of murder, she held a grace and poise of an Imperial " Rei Bella ", Marc's digits ran through those rich dark locks of hair, his warm hands knowing each touch precisely as if undoing every knot of muscle and ache the day prior, before turning his attention to undoing those makeshift bandages, though the wolven physiology was incredible, it did not promise immortality and they were not above such things as poison or infection, nevertheless, Marc found nothing concerning, merely cuts and blemishes that had already set to healing, a happenstance strike by a foe whose only luck that day would've been to land a strike on her.
" Staghorn Moss... that brings back memories " Marcus added as he plucked away at a dried patch of moss affixed to a wound, testament to Istiana's innate knowledge of the lands, she had treated many a grievous wound and fever upon Marcus before, and he had picked up a thing or two, the staghorn was a potent antimicrobial and could be used as a makeshift dressing, he found makeshift medications and ointments in small patches, Marcus dare not question their contents for he wouldn't be able to tell poison from medicine. His gaze perked at a frustrated huff and shoulder shove from Istiana, commanding him to get on. A wooden ladle was used to douse steaming warm waters over her, he'd been thoughtful enough to carry her favored perfumes all this way, her armor hung on a rack nearby.
Warm waters swept across her shoulders washing away woe and dirt, alike, coupled with a soothing massage from Marc's strong grasp. He leaned forward to kiss at her neck and cheek, just enough for that stubble of his to cause a giggle. It was a tender moment between husband and wife.
Istiana
Little could soothe the body and mind in the same way that being bathed and doted upon by her husband could, it restored her in a way that could seem unfathomable to others, yet still it healed her, along with the second helping of provisions that had been given to her upon her awakening. There were few moments that Istiana had ever felt conscious of her body, knowing that it had always been sought after by men and women alike, for the same and differing reasons, yet as she was undressed, she knew she become thin, a little less of the luscious body she'd had. Though if she continued to eat as she had done since being found, she would fill out again soon enough.
"I should have expected you to recognise that one." His touch eased the aches and pains within her, as did the hot water. "You would have enjoyed the look upon my face at finding it, something akin to the looks the children have at the sweet table at feasts." She admitted.
A pall had hung over her mind, one of concern since the ordeal had ended, that it had changed her in some way, though the brush of that ever loved beard and the resulting giggle proved otherwise, it had not broken her, it had not damaged her. They were still them. She was still herself. Laughter was still possible. Her hands lifted, to grasp the dearest face, lightly dragging her fingers through his beard. Before another little nudge of her shoulder, begging for him to continue, needing more of the tender care he offered and gave, with him continuing his ministrations.
To others beyond, the soft and delicate sounds that emitted from her could have been considered licentious, perhaps even deviant, not that they had had issues there before, with their amorous nature often taking over them.
It was moments like these that had encouraged her love for him to develop, noting that while she was vulnerable, she was most cherished.
"Amatus, when I am fully restored, I think it is time we talked about beginning our legacy."
Marcus
Marcus spared not a patch of flesh in his adorations, moreso as a strong hand slid betwixt her loins to give her love in the most tenderest, most sincere and most ravishing way possible, along with a roused hungry growl that made all the more evident how badly he had missed his mate, he couldn't help but buck and gyrate behind her, if out of instinct, they were of one mind when it came to such things, as always there was a bit of hunger and possessiveness in Marc's grasp, he treasured her in the most unfathomable way, he could never know a joy nor a pleasure as sweet as his Istiana, which made it so clear why he would rather choose the cliff rather than to live on this desolate plane without his soulmate, the fire that they had shared with one another, the passion with which they loved, so arduously, so viciously, she was a wolf before she was a wolf and she made Marcus's soul howl with want. That icy glow of his eyes more preternatural, the fangs more pronounced as he drew near her neck, it was one of those growls… that resonated within her soul, the scent of her coaxing the ancient rite, as if she invoked the rut itself in her stud, much as his digits roused the heat within her.
A bite to claim laid behind her neck followed by hungry licks and kisses, his digits locking into hers with the other hand. " We are of one mind when it comes to that Amora Mea, the night of your turning had been a fortuitous omen and in facing trials and battles by your side we have come to form a pack amidst our wolves, when we are rid of our foes and Cornaeth greets us once more, I have every intention of invoking the ancient rite of the hunt to bring yet more wolves into this realm, our names be cast down in the chronicles of ages " he clutched her hand and laid a kiss upon the dorsum " But not in these foreign reaches, where there isn't the certainty, we must rid Tyranoth of the Scourge that is Maldraneth and his Talon Host, such is our duty. "
Istiana
The sounds she emitted by the massages he had been giving her, turned from innocent in nature, to entirely not, heat flushing through her body as a wellspring desire surged into her. Mingled with a delighted whimper to the bites he gave her. Wolf welts and bites were among her favorite sensations. She loved them. Loved what they meant, loved what drove them. Loved that they showed she was his and his alone.
What had spurned the idea of broaching the topic with him, the fact that she had more than once felt the chill of Death's clutches, were swiftly driven from her mind, as only the sensations of being alive thrummed through her.
"No, not here. In this forsaken land." Istiana agreed, she hadn't intended for it to be something they did instantly, though she was left with the wondering if he had been waiting for her to mention it all along. Leaving it up to her if that was something they would do.
"That doesn't exclude the other delights we have though." She tempted, less demanding than she usually was in other pursuits, the bite encouraging a more submissive tone to her. And it did not exclude those other pleasures, ending in their true reunion complete and both sated and spent, lounging in lovers embraces.
Moderators: Ravenesque Istiana Komenenos (played by Ravenesque) Marcus Leocadus (played by Tyranoth)