{{Listen To My Roar}}

[bynx]

The place smelled of cattle..Of hay..Of blood..Of death..Of things one would rather not smell.. How the two had ended up here was a mystery.. Of course, when I say two I mean Chainz and Willym. Both of which were perfectly find after a brief battle.

Chainz had her arms folded as she faced away from Willym, facing fields of green, such an ugly color..

Her mind was filled with more pressing matters than the smell, or where they were.. Her toy had slept with another.. But he wasn't just a toy, and the other had been her right hand.. Her one weakness, the one being who would ever be anything close to her love had slept with someone she had built, used, and rewarded. Betrayal. Jealousy. Anger.. All was burning within her.

Of course, she had avenged herself on Elle, the girls body would forever bare her sin. Willym was next. Of course she was blowing things out of proportion.. Was that not why Willym wanted her anyways? For her heat and passion?

Did Chainz want him for the same reason? Maybe... She craved him like a drug, he was the one person her body responded to differently than the rest, and since meeting him he had shaken her world... This was not what she wanted..

[Trix]

He'd been silent for the duration of their travel, from the villages to the stables, watching Chainz fight her inner conflicts. She hid her emotions well, but like all others, her eyes betrayed her. The raven colour he had seen earlier mingled with her usual for brief periods as they had walked, though he said nothing about it- he disliked it. The colour was much to dark for her pale complexion. With the time that they'd taken to move to the stables, his wounds had healed completely, leaving him with no visual sign that he had been fighting- aside from the tears in his black on black ensamble.

When Chainz stopped walking, he stood behind her, arms crossed over his chizzled body, dark eyes locked on her figure. Seeing her so oddly quiet was a far cry from the woman he had met before. She had been quite outspoken..

Still, she was heroine to him, addictive, deadly.. and yet, the center of his desires. She was the only being who he could consider a valueable counter-part; the one who constantly lingered on his mind.

Shifting on his heels as he watched the signs of anger flicker through her feminine body, he drew his brows together, remaining statue-esque.

"Chainz, what exactally is the problem." He asked, drawlingly his cold voice breaking the still silent air.

[bynx]

Her hold snapped as she whirled around, the back of her hand colliding with his face rather violently. Her eyes mingled with raven and red before settling into their natural caramel, her face burning hot with the anger that pulsed through her body.

"Whats the problem? Why would i have a problem.. Do I seem like a have a problem???" She growled, her voice echoing around them as she shoved him. "My problem is not only were you not satisfied with the thought of having me later on down the road, but you took MY prodigy to satiate your need!!" She roared, growling angrily.

"I understand your needs, I do. I never tried to stop you from having anyone else, but Elle was MINE.... Now she's nothing.. A pawn.. A useless pawn... You bedded a meager woman lacking a backbone without me..... You gave her the courage to TRY and overcome me.....ME...." She pulsed, her voice cracking with the anger she felt. She wanted to tear into him. Yet she wouldn't...As much as he infuriated her, she thrived after his independence..

His total lack of neediness... The way he defied her.... All of his annoying...Aggravating..asshole quirks..Fed her fire, an it burned for him... He was her drug.. Her antidote.... Her vice.

[Trix]

The air around her whirred as she spun, his heightened senses keen to the particles suspended around them. Her hand collided with his marble-like cheek, doing nothing more than creating a loud noise, like a stone smashing against a concrete wall. His face tingled, not from ehr force, but from the heat that burned beneath her skin. He lifted his obsidian eyes to her face, and took in ehr glorious rage.

Her face was flushed with a delicious hue, teh pink of anger burning in her cheeks. Her body tense with enragement. Her eyes flickered between his least favorite (raven), to their natural state, with tinges of crimson. It was attractive, seeing her anger. Her absolute prowess, the tigress in her cage. Her selfconfined cage.

Her rhetorical questions 'does it seem like I have a problem?' made a brief whisper of a smirk flicker on his seductive lips, his brows quirking in a silent answer. 'Yes'. When she shoved him, he did not move, but remined a statue in her path, sculpted body in a mild position, between tensed and relaxed. "Your prodigy proved herself a good lay. I kept her as my pet. As I have any other woman who has satiated my needs." He stated blandly, his dark eyes framing her face.


Willym's lips pursed at her accusations, a dark almost pleased look flickering in his fathomless eyes. "It would appear that she is mine now." He drawled, testing what her reaction to him claiming something- not her- would settle. He looked at her with an unreadable expression and folded his arms over his chest before quirking a brow.

He was working her as she was working him. He craved her, and would claim the woman. Nothing would stop him. Nothing made his rage stronge- and nothing soothed his senses (both normally, and sexually) like she. Chainz would make an exquisite queen, as deadly as beautiful; Willym knew this. With them ruling the dark alliance, nothing could stand in their way.

[bynx]

His now. Pfft. She would soon belong to death, dammit! "So..You mean to tell me that you have her......That she can still move? " She growled, her fists clenching. Her eyes were no longer raven, but their normal hue of auburn, blazing at him. She was no longer angry, but pissed. Pissed, no I take that back. If all the rages of hell could be forced into a tiny jar, Chainz would be that jar, and it was almost spilling over...

"If I catch wind of her when I'm ruling at your side, I will slit her throat before you and the rest of your race to see." She growled angrily. She wanted to hit him, and so she did, but every time his flesh met her own, sex surged through her body. She growled at it again, planting her forhead against his own angrily, growling as she held her arms at her side.

[Trix]

His eyes flickered in their fathomless depths, a cold hidden amusement dancing far beneath his surface. Her rage, was glorious. It reminded him just how right he was about selecting her. The earthly embodiment of what would be his equal. "...Much more than just move.." He murmured, a vague smirk flirting at the corners of his lips while her eyes changed back to their auburn norm. He blinked at her, both brows raised as she directed all of her anger at him, like the fires of hell, passionate and unforgiving. He smirked and shook his head.

"While you are ruling at my side, now my dear- that is a bit presumptuous." He teased lightly, allowing her to hit him, relaxing only when she rest her head against his own. Was he hurting her? With his non-chalant behavior? "Do what you will to Elle. You are the one I want." He murmured, his cool, wintry breath flooding across her face.

[bynx]

"Presumptuous... Is it? Should I be worried about my future? Your future? Our future?" She mused, eyes dancing with anger, voice slowly cooling. When he talked, taking unnecessary breaths, his cool breath washed over her face, cooling it. She closed her eyes lightly as he did so, body still tense with anger.

"I will do with her what I please, I don't need your permission, it wasn't a question." She huffed, opening her eyes to glare into his own. His skin was cool against hers, ridding her of the growing headache he was causing her. Her fists met his stomach at the same time, but as sh knew it would, it did nothing to him, merely planted her fists against his cool skin. She hadn't the intent of harming him, no, if she truly wanted to, they would both her hurting. The perks of having a vampiric lover, their ability to become as rock, unharmable by mere means of physical violence, it allowed her to vent.

[Trix]

'My Furute? Your Future? Our Future?' Her words confirmed his suspicion. Chainz indeed had planned on becomming his queen, as he had intended. She was no fool, but was she only after the throne? No. If that had been the case, he was sure she would have acted many years ago. No, she needed him to satiate the fire as much as he- and ruling was a simple perk. His eyes of obsidian watched as hers lightly closed, appearing both angered yet soothed. Her body remained ridgid beneath his fingers.

"Oh? Why are you justifying yourself to me then?" He asked, his dominating aura rippling around them, the absolute power and seduction dripping through the air. He grinned when she punched him in the stomach, as she presumed remaining solid as stone. He cocked his head and blinked at her, dark eyes locked onto her auburn ones. "You will be my queen. As stunning as ruthless."

[bynx]

Her eyes met his as she smirked. "damn straight." She said flatly, a growl echoing in her throat. Ruthless? Oh my my. Ruthless was hardly the word to describe how she would be. She had plans... Plans that involved Willym, the human race, and ultimate control. She had plans to kill many, and spare none... plans to spill blood anywhere, and everywhere.. And it excited her.

Her lips teased his before she bit his lower lip, latching on aggressively. She could feel his dominating aura fighting against her own, but they were two strong equals when it came to defiance, neither would give. They would fight for it. It was no secret their relationship would be one hell bent fire, rattled with violence, arguments, and fights to awaken Hades himself... But they were addicted to each other, an addiction that could kill.