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Jele a Beke Kinzas was her full name. The way she carried herself and what her eyes held really gave her name a meaning; Jele a Beke, meaning sign of peace, and Kinzas, meaning torture, held the contradiction within itself. She was a vain, beautiful creature, with long white tendrils of foggy white fur and startlingly bright emerald eyes that gave her an intense, cruel stare amidst a body so curvy and angelic. A true contradiction she was.

This vixen of ivory coloring sat elegantly atop a rock, looking down at the valley below. She was completely alone, left to her cruel thoughts and cold heart. A long, cat-like tail swayed gently around her rump towards her back feet, covering and warming them with the soft fluff. Her emerald eyes peered out across the treetops, searching for someone, searching for something interesting.

Beneath her sultry gaze she spotted few wolves, of dull colors and meek intensity. She lowered her slim muzzle down towards chest-level, narrowing her eyes slightly and raising an eyebrow in confusion and piqued curiosity. She knew of the forest that lay beneath her and to the east, but it would take a little bit of effort to slip down into the woods without a little bit of risk taking. With her curiosity getting the better of her, the curvy vixen strode down the side of the cliff, careful not to catch her feet on any stray overhangs. Unfortunately, her footing wasn't careful enough-- Around ten feet from the bottom of the slippery slope, she tumbled off the rocks, hitting her hip against a sharp rock. She yelped, lashing her teeth out behind her in reflex, to see the blood dripping down her leg.

Her eyes peered at it curiously as the pain subsided. Her coral-hued tongue slipped behind her as she forgot momentarily about the wolves she had seen on the beach. The sweetly bitter delicacy filled her tongue's cavity, drizzling down her throat and causing her eyes to close and roll into the back of her head with pure passion. "Mmmm." She growled in her throat, then opened her eyes, a sultry look now passing over like a clear gloss as she strode towards the beach. A sexy smirk played on her lips, roving hips swaying back and forth as she slunk towards the dark green area.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Precision was all that it took. The be on point with your inner self, and your prey. But never become the hunt. Be swift, run quickly, kill on the spot. Blood dripped from his claws as the two year old wolf's short but mastered experience of method shone as he snapped the fox's neck with a quick blow. Strong jaws grasped the carcass, the head rolling off from the body as the brutal wolf shook the poor thing, the strong muscles in his thickly furred, and now blood stained, neck snapped from left to right. Gore flew out from the fox, and the blood spilled tainted the blind wolf's face and spirit more than it had the last time. Remsius Fuentes Kinzas. What a proud name to wear, and to such a small party. Besides the thick metallic smell of the fox's blood and musky fear, he could scent his sister not too far off. She could wait. Remus leapt after the head of the fox that had flown off, dropping the defalted body. His dug his claws into the skull, slahing the fear opened eyes. "Lucifer have mercy on your pathetic soul." He spat bitterly, his body lowered so that he may be snout level with the facade of the fox. Remus lunged at the head, jaws clamping around, crunching the thick bone and hemorrhaging the dead cranium. Remsius raised his now blood stained body, nose twitching for the location of the body that he would present as a gift for Jele. Taking a deep breath, the scarred and blinded male felt his springy muscles un-tense. The evil seemed to be gone now, but the shell that it left was still lost. His crimson tongue only smeared the blood stain that he tried to clean off. The black square design under his right eye was hardly noticeable, covered with crimson. Only a ghost of the shape remained. He blinked his milky eyes, feeling the hot thick liquid burn into the scar his mother had given him over his left eye. The two scars on the bridge of his nose seemed to do so a little more considerably, and he cringed as he remembered the huge male who had inflicted him. The sound of his deep voice, the strength that his muscles had presented as he pushed Remus's smaller form down onto the beach of Traum. But that was a different life. The thought of the handsome, brutal wolf had roused a different feeling in him, one of desire that he couldn't yet explain. The Fuentes generation shuddered as the thought of becoming like the fag brother called Sohfos faded into his head. He wouldn't be like that. The cream tinted mix of wolf left bloody footprints on the boulder that he head killed the fox on, and now that it was dripping with blood the internal Remus felt a satisfaction that wolves would know what had happened for a while now. He smiled fakely to himself, and the male hopped off of the average sized boulder, listening to the birds frolicking in their trees. Land animals scurried in the distance, and some dead leaves blew with the slight breeze that was ground level. He grunted as he approached the other half of the fox, whispering down to its side. "I'm so sorry..." It was barely a whisper, but the irony struck him as cold misery. How considerably his life had changed. He soon felt his former self fading back, the anger and malicious intents bubbling back into his blood. His gutteral snarl ripped through the air as he abruptly grabbed the dead body and flung it into one of the cleaner trees, staining it. "A perfect fucking massacre. Welcome to the macabre, Sentenia!" He cackled, placing his teeth in the same spots before on the fox, throwing it around another six times or so before picking it up with a final grasp to present to his whoreish sibling. He snorted as the female fell, and looked over the ledge as she regained herself with all confidence possible. She seemed to have a moment of please as she regained her posture and begain to lap the blood off of her leg. He could hear the sound of her tongue, right on target as he smelled the sweet scent of her blood, mouth beginning to water. He dropped the fox to the side of her, cautiously climbing down, slipping a few time for the lack of visibility. "Why, dear sister, I'm jealous." He grinned, head pointing to the direction her blood was dripping from on her hip, his own still stained tongue running along his jowls hungrily. But he had been talking to himself. He could feel his eyes narrowing as Remus turned to follow the direction of her footsteps, a craving for another's blood once passing over his evil thoughts once more. Screw that damned fox, he thought bitterly, empty eyes flicking back to where he had left the deformed carcass. His craving to see the way his sister walked accompanied the urge to kill, and he followed hungrily just for that sake as well. His stomach fluttered, and a bitter thought of blindness caused a low growl within him. That damned bitch he called a mother had done this shit to him. He would be able to see the colors of this humid area, and the lovely sway of the female's hips if it hadn't been for her. And that other sibling he could hardly call related to him. It was his fault to. The damned brat had told his mother about the small scratch Remus had 'accidentally' given to him. The bitch deserved it! He snorted, heavy paw steps continuing to follow the other's. Word Count- 932 (without dialogue) Muse- For Remus, high. Comments- Yeye for dirty arousing thoughs ;3 Tagged- Jele a Beke!

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As her long, roving legs brought her down from the top of the cliff to see the strangers below, she scented dying animals, blood and carcass. With a couple of swift looks she peered around her, looking for the source of the delightful smell. She had momentarily lost the strangers she had spotted earlier, though she wasn't worried as she was positive they would show up before long. They were merely scavenging, they couldn't have gone far. Maybe she could snag one of them for the night, if any of them were up to her standards.

She swung her hips back and forth as she pulled herself forward, calm exterior bringing a sexy smirk to her face. After her and her siblings had ditched their mother and father, they had all found their way to this new land. A land of strange beings, of new monster and creatures. The wolves here were different, some had strange colors and markings and some went so far as to have different parts of their body from the rest of the normal wolves. As she swished the little sips of blood from her hip around in her mouth, she thought about the strange wolves she had met so far. Her and her siblings were relatively normal, though she wasn't sure if that was how they all started out or if this population was born with these odd deformities.

The scent of dead fox hung in the air and she was dying to snatch one up. After a couple minutes of strolling through the trees, another shivering scent caught up with her. The smell of her brother, Remsius. It would only be minutes before he appeared. A smile curled across her lips as her mind reeled back to him. She loathed her mother for inflicting such rage into him, but his hellish desires made her twist and turn in desire as she slept. A wave of pleasure crossed over her lower abdomen as she thought of his rough appearance, his dazzlingly cruel intentions and the way he spoke to her.

"Why, dear sister, I'm jealous."

Her head flipped around to the side as he came up next to her, a growl in his throat urging to come out. She walked towards him, long legs grazing the ground lightly so that he could hear her footsteps. "As you should be, Remsius." She purred. As she walked behind him she brushed her shoulder, hip and then tail against his rump before coming up next to him and placing her muzzle across the whithers of his back.

She looked at the dead fox thrown carelessly off to the side, bleeding in a small puddle at the base of a tree. "I thought I smelled death," She giggled. "Do you plan on eating that yourself? Or would you mind sharing with your loving sister," She cooed, slipping her muzzle beneath his chin.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] The male had shifted into a soft sweeping trot, closing the space between him and his stained white sister. 'Stain her pretty little fur.' He agreed with the malicious thought in his head, and Remus was soon next to her- they were finally in each other's presence once more. He smelled the sickly sweet scent of her blood once more- the scent he had been following. Remus's tongue slipped out testing- he craved just one taste. It would be a horrible disappointment if she pulled away like he expected her to. He grinned though, coming up next to her, his blood stained mingling her clean coat. A purring like sound rumbled from his throat, the growl fading into such. He could hear her movement- she knew him so well. "I appreciate the noise, but you should also know by now that I can recognize your soft footsteps from miles away." He grinned, smokey pupils following the sound of her body. "As you should be, Remsius." He felt a tingling in his stomach as she rolled his name so smoothly off of her tongue- it sent shudders down his spine just to hear her familiar voice again. His muscles responded as he felt her touch on his hind side, and he smiled to himself once more. "Caught between lovers again, Jele?" He commented, head turning towards her. "Let's not get too frisky just yet, shall we?" He chuckled, the metallic smell of the dirty fox's blood came with each breath he took, its presence making itself known with every word he spoke. It would probably linger for a while, too. Remus felt his body relax a little as his sibling laid her head on the cleaner, untainted part of him. "I thought I smelled death," She giggled. "Do you plan on eating that yourself? Or would you mind sharing with your loving sister," Remsius's ears perked at the mention of his bloody toy. A small laugh rolled out of his mouth again, and he angled his body to smell the same dead fox that had been dead for a good thirty minutes now. His black lips slipped into a slight frown. "Well it was orginally for you, darling, but I didn't thin kyou'd want that.. trash anymore. Besides, mother told us to never play with our food. That ratty carcass is hardly a meal.." " He replied unsteadily, words grumbling off as she slipped her head under his blood soaked chin. "You're making a mess of yourself, Jele." he grunted, moving his chin up away from her a bit. Word Count- 932 (without dialogue) Muse- For Remus, high. Comments- Yeye for dirty arousing thoughs ;3 Tagged- Jele a Beke!

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Jele chuckled as she watched her brother flick his tongue out to sample her hip, and she twitched away just enough for him to mist. She teased him, a playful smirk on her lips. She knew he expected her to have moved, as she could see through the half-hearted attempt. "Come now, surely you can try harder than that." She purred in his ear.

As she moved around his body she could feel his chest rumble as he laughed. Her skimpy little torso weaved up his side, curves pressing into his chest and waist, tail flicking at his ankles. It had been a good couple days since she had seen her brother. The word "brother" hardly had meaning to her, though. Who cared? The fact that he was related to her was just a small little flaw.

"I appreciate the noise, but you should also know by now that I can recognize your soft footsteps from miles away."

Jele laughed softly as she pressed her waist into Remus's broad chest. She leaned backwards against him as she reached her head up to lap up the blood that was rubbing off from him onto her pristine white coat. "Then maybe I should make it a little harder for you then," She chuckled quietly. "Make it a little more challenging of a game." Her tongue traced over the scars on his muzzle, cleaning their interiors of the gore from the fox.

"Caught between lovers again, Jele?"

The bleached white temptress laughed with a pearly twinkle. "Who says I'm caught?" She murmured hotly into his ear.

"Let's not get too frisky just yet, shall we?"

Jele's sexy grin turned into a haughty pout. "Oh, but Remsius," She purred. "I've been waiting for days," She slipped out from under his neck and stood up on her hind legs, pressing her paws into Remus's shoulder. Her teeth massaged the base of his ears, tail flicking under his rib cage.

"Well it was orginally for you, darling, but I didn't thin kyou'd want that.. trash anymore. Besides, mother told us to never play with our food. That ratty carcass is hardly a meal.."

Jele let her front paws slide back onto the ground. She looked over to the dead fox, bloody and mangled, and strode towards it. Her slim snout poked it a couple of times, moving it around the blood stained dirt. "Oh, but it would be such fun, Remus. Another man's trash are some women's treasures," She grinned devilishly.

"You're making a mess of yourself, Jele."

Jele laughed aloud. "A mess, you say? I am covered in the finest jewels, the biggest riches these lands will ever know. And you, dearie, are the artist that painted me in this," She purred seductively, stalking back towards him. Her emerald eyes glittered hungrily as she snapped her jaws at his underbelly. She wasn't aiming to hit, but instead to arouse.

"All in good fun, Remsius, dear." She crooned.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] The need for sexuality was becoming immensely stronger as he scented his sister's ever growing excitement. He felt the skin underneath his thick fur begin to heat with anticipation, his face flushing. A small smirk grew on his face as he felt Jele pull away a little. So it was turning into a game now? He chuckled again, tongue once again running over crimson jowls. "Come now, surely you can try harder than that." He shuddered as her playful growl enchanted his ears, corrupting his steady flow of hearing. Remus turned his head to her, but by then she had already moved again. She was slithering up his side, causing a pushing back into her response. He accepted her touch gratefully, yearning for more of it. "Clever girl," He mumbled, a smile on his blind face. A quick warning of their relative blood passed from his other conscious, but was soon dismissed by a quite eager Remsius, who followed his sister's every movement. At least whatever happened would be pure- he wouldn't dare see his gorgeous sibling with a dirty male like the strangers here in Sentenia. "Then maybe I should make it a little harder for you then," She chuckled quietly. "Make it a little more challenging of a game." Remus laughed a little. "You already have, baby." He soon melted into the touch of her tongue against the scars he had collected-his prizes. The slight weight from the inners of the fox was soon swept away by her touch, and Remus soon had his nose buried in her white fur, soaking up her presence with every fiber of his being. "Who says I'm caught?" He smirked. "I do." His muzzle reached out a little further, his teeth gently grasping a portion of her flesh, and he eyes her cockily without seeing her expressions. He could imagine it, though. "Oh, but Remsius," She purred. "I've been waiting for days," He responded to her purr with his deeper version of it, "I might just have to keep you waiting a bit longer, darling. It's so much better when you're desperate." He crooned. He kept her legs on his, and growled absent minded-ally (sp fail) as he experienced her teeth in the spot where she knew he had most enjoyed as a pup. Some things hadn't change, and that was a relief to the real Remsius. His back arches as the plume of her tail was received on his abdomen. "A mess, you say? I am covered in the finest jewels, the biggest riches these lands will ever know. And you, dearie, are the artist that painted me in this," He showed a twisted grin, and his internal inferno applauded her choice of words. She, indeed, does know you all too well. He silently agreed, before addressing her. "How clever and complimenting of you. How fortunate that I only creature rare beauties such as yourself." He was cut off early, though, as he jumped at the feeling of teeth. A groan came with the violent, but intimate act, and Remus gave kudos to his sibling. "All in good fun, Remsius, dear." " Indeed." Word Count- (without dialogue) Muse- For Remus, high. Comments- Yeye for dirty arousing thoughts ;3 Tagged- Jele a Beke!

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2ltnas5.jpg] As she twisted herself around Remsius, she thought back to the days that had lead up to this, her nights filled with weak hearted men and half-assed orgasms that had hardly aroused her. She had bitten her lip countless times to keep from screaming her brother's name, to keep from losing herself with the image of him in her mind's eye. Jele purred happily as she slipped in and around him, her tail twitching pleasantly as she did so. "Clever girl," She laughed once through her closed mouth. "But of course, deary. You wouldn't love me if I wasn't," She flaunted, grinning at her own ego. She slipped out from beneath him to wiggle her hips in his face, her eye lids lowering hotly to give him a sultry gaze. "You already have, baby." She exhaled lightly as he nuzzled deep into her fur, her muzzle rubbing against his face and neck as he did so. For a moment she was lost, taking in his intoxicating scent and drowning in his affection. "I do." Jele chuckled. She arched her back and moaned softly as he nuzzled her all over. She stepped out from under him, then, eyeing him from a distance. "I might just have to keep you waiting a bit longer, darling. It's so much better when you're desperate." Jele pouted. "Oh, you are so mean to me, Remsius," She whined, laying down a good couple feet from where he stood. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, head spinning as she looked at him. Her long legs crossed daintily in front of her and her tail swept over onto the top of her paws. The white temptress looked regal, her emerald eyes glittering as she watched Remus's blind face. "How clever and complimenting of you. How fortunate that I only creature rare beauties such as yourself." Jele giggled. She looked down at her ruby stained pelt, pleased with how dazzling she looked. She rolled over onto her back, long legs splaying playfully in the air. "Oh dearie me, I look fantastic today. I am beautiful with my war paint, am I not, Remus?" She purred in his direction.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] They were intertwined now, twisted around each other just for the sake of touching. Remus never really had sexual experiences- he avoided them most of the time, but the taboo of his sibling was a single exception. He also usually did not care about his lack of sight- it was only on those angry rampaging nights that he cursed Joaquin's name and ripped his way through Terra Ignum, worshiping the mists and killing any remaining life there. It was his habitat when he was away from himself- where a part of his soul tempted to dwell in. And it seemed to conquer more of him each day. The sound of Jele's movement was enough for him to try and forget about that side, and he once again washed away with her presence, pushing his greater issues back into their ever-rising grave. "But of course, deary. You wouldn't love me if I wasn't," Remus let out a strangled chuckle, his head facing the ground with her essence. "That's not entirely true." He stuggled to picture her matured face in his mind. The shape of her body, her sharp features, the lumiscent jade irises. She had the shape of their mother more than the rest of them, and surprisingly, that didn't bother him. Maybe it was because he couldn't get the exact picture. He didn't touch on it for long. 'She's a whore. He heard the spitting voice, full of disgust scolding him. "You sick fuck." Remsius felt a low bellowing growl coming from his chest.' "Shut up," Was whispered, out loud, even though his internal conflict could not be heard. The demon was taunting him now, luring him to do harm. And he refused. Remus shook his head, bringing his head back up, craning hi neck in Jele's direction. He felt her gaze, and the small gusts created from her body's movement. He was left alone though, as she stepped back. "You're a dumbass to think that she would give you want you really want. Let me say something." It growled, "This isn't about you."

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"Oh, you are so mean to me, Remsius,"

He chuckled a little- she was laying down now. A break, perhaps? She giggled before speaking again.

"Oh dearie me, I look fantastic today. I am beautiful with my war paint, am I not, Remus?"

The second sentence wiped his little grin away, a stony look passing over the wolf. He frowned, still facing her direction.
"I don't know, Jele. I'm assuming so."
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"That's not entirely true."

Jele chuckled. "If you say so, Remsius," She purred. Some days, she felt bad for taunting him, for teasing him and wanting more than he wanted to give her. Jele never really knew much of what went on in his mind, and she never asked. There was the occasional twitch of curiosity, but otherwise, she was not too concerned with what was spinning through his head. She knew of the demons in his mind, the voices that whispered cruel delicacies when he wasn't interested in listening to them. They would forever haunt the corridors of his mind, and all he had to do was stray a small amount off the beaten path to get them to flare again. She hated watching him squirm, watching his pain with the voices.

"Shut up,"

It was faint, very quiet, but as Jele pressed her body up against her brother she could hear it partially well. A soft sigh escaped her nose but it wasn't anything to be noticed. As she thought of said voices, he seemed to be grappling with control over them. She groaned slightly as she stretched her body out across his side, tail flicking at his ankles again. "Remsius, my love, you shouldn't disappear from me for more than a couple days at a time. I would miss you too much," She pouted, then straying towards her bloodied fox, now a rag doll with scarlet paint dotting across her face.

Her mistake had been asking how she looked. She smeared the scarlet blood down her legs, across her muzzle and on the underside of her belly. She purred hungrily, ripping what was left of the animal to even smaller shreds, throwing it's bowels off to the side. "Yeuch, discolored and diseased. Tch," She tutted with disapproval, as if the fox was to be taught correctly.

"I don't know, Jele. I'm assuming so."

She whimpered as the smile left his face, leaving it cold and abrasive. "My dear, I did not mean it that way... Forgive me, brother," She murmured as she tucked herself close to him.