[p] [m] Paralyzer
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#1

The sun crept above the horizon and the sunlight illuminated a flash of silver in a billowy tail. The soft, nearly ethereal appendage twitched amicably in the throes of a pleasant dream. It’s owner slumbered, undisturbed by the sunlight or the creatures that began to rise. Her chest continued to rise and fall in rhythmic harmony even as the rest of the world slowly came to life without her. The silvery vixen, despite her beauty, was a Succubus in sheep’s clothing. She was seduction, sin given physical form and she had the innate ability to assess, alter and adapt. The femme possessed a thousand masks, a million subtle movements. She’d molded herself into an ideal spy or perhaps, better still, an assassin. The sun crept higher and higher and it was only a noisy chipmunk that finally caused her eyelids to flutter, revealing the shimmering aquamarines embedded in her skull.

For a moment she lazed, in no distinguishable hurry to do anything but her tongue was dry and her stomach rumbled in a fierce desire for food. She lazily pushed herself up and stretched, working out the kinks and sore spots in her muscles and bones. She’d been asleep for… too long. She could feel the stiffness in her muscles and she regretted the poppies she’d devoured the evening before. They turned off the logical parts of her mind and she’d slept on the hard dirt instead of the soft grass. Foolish. She scolded herself but she knew it to be a false antidote. She liked the sensation of being weightless and uncaring of the world around her. The poppies gave her that. They made her not care.

She moved through the quiet Hollow, absorbing the trees, the sounds of nature and the small creatures that scampered alongside her. Perhaps they sensed her Sloth and assumed they were safe… or perhaps they simply thought the risk of drawing so close to an apex predator was worth the reward. A soft puff of air pushed through her nares and she shook her skull. The scent of water caused her mouth to salivate and she could already taste the cool waters against her tongue. The stream was not a long walk and Luce didn’t hesitate to dip two paws in or to lower her skull. She shivered as the bitter coldness bit her tongue and she greedily drank, slurping so much she swore her belly would be distended. It was another side effect of the poppies. They dried her out and thickened her tongue.

During an inhale in between generous laps of water, Luce froze. A scent trickled into her nares that she recognized with a clarity that she, perhaps, wished she couldn’t. Like a sick slideshow, her mind flashed. Being forced and held down, the first tear of innocence, the first agony of pain. Trying to reach the water, she was unclean she needed to scrub away the filth. She was dirty, she was dirty. She tried to run, tried to fight, it never mattered, he only hurt her before he made her bleed. The river had become her refuge but… it was the tomb of someone else. Burns. So many burns, they had to be dead, but they weren’t. Alive. The wolf was breathing. She stopped fighting. It was over quicker that way. Herbs and food, things her mother had taught her. She couldn’t speak English well, she spoke in a bastard mesh of English and French but… she tried. She tried to save the Dragon, because she couldn’t save herself. She submitted now whenever he asked. She let her mind go to the river, she dreamed of being clean. She didn’t cry anymore, she just felt numb. Maybe it was her persistence, her dedication to the woman by the stream but she was getting better. She’d lost half her body, she’d lost a baby, Luce could only listen and try to offer what meager comfort a child could give. She tried and… and she wished Aleera the best. He got angry, he could smell the scent of a rogue against her skin. Luce refused to say who or where the keeper of that scent was. He hurt her in another way… a way she didn’t know he could. She screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. No one ever came. Luce said goodbye. The Dragon didn’t know this was goodbye, she couldn’t or she would follow. Luce left Anemone. Three flowers of vibrant blue. They meant goodbye. She didn’t tell Aleera that, she just said they would look beautiful tucked behind her ear. The Dragon indulged her and Luce chose the burned one. She was beautiful, the only friend Luce had ever had… but more than that she wasn’t dirty. Luce indulged herself the softest nuzzle, the gentlest brush of her snout against Aleera’s burned cheek in a gesture of affection. She’d touched the Dragon many times but never with the purpose of simply being closer until now. Luce left and she never came back. Her father didn’t need the excuse to hurt anybody else.

Just as quickly as those memories came, they were gone but the Succubus she had become was frozen, trapped in a moment she couldn’t recover from. From across the river, the bushes rattled and Luce held her breath. Her heart hammered like a hummingbird and she was… completely paralyzed.
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Aleera
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The scent was gone. Whatever meager parameter Nikolai may have set was gone. Most traces of him and those he had taken as his own into his pack, were gone. The dark woman had returned to the place where she thought for a short time she would be safe to rest and heal - only to find they had all gone. Abandoned or merely moved on, she couldn’t say. Part of her grew angry at the sight of the empty pack land, but another part of her simply didn’t have the energy to care. It had been a long walk back and though she was not as weak as she was in prior days she was still in not condition to do much of anything - not even hunt for the thing that so consumed her mind. Whatever reasons they had for leaving were their own, but for now, what little scent marker remained would have to suffice as a barrier between her and those that may take advantage of her weakened state. In a long forgotten den Aleera curled up with the remains of a dead rabbit she had managed to snag by sheer dumb luck and remained there for quite some time.

The days that followed were filled with minor bits of food, water, and copious amounts of sleep. She wondered if perhaps maybe she was growing sick - but that was before she felt the protrusions of something more out of her flesh. Wounds made from within her body. Pointed, hard, sharp things that soon made even laying down a bit of a hassle. It became obvious to Aleera that her body was yet again changing. The Dragon did not fully realize until she awoke one morning feeling much better than she had as of late. Her energy finally felt as though it had been restored to her and thus she attempted to leave the den - though not without issue. Getting in had been considerably easier than getting out because now she had a few changes to thank for that miserable week. With a huff the dark woman basically crawled free of the hole before standing upright and shaking herself free of the debris that clung to her ebony pelt before making her way to the stream.

It was there in the water she saw the full effects of her changes. Black, bone like spikes had formed along her jaws, head and neck, even from the backs of her legs - though none of them were very big to be of much concern. Not like the pair of twisted horns that now sprung from her crown and pointed skyward as if to declare sinister intent. The pupils of her eyes had become more...reptilian like - even the eye clouded in milky blindness had changed. Blood and dirt both were caked into her fur from the open wounds these new things had made in her skin, burned or not, and so she moved into the water. Before, this stream would have been deep enough to completely submerge herself in - but it would seem not any longer. The water line against the stones looked the same, so the water had not gone down - she had gotten bigger? By several inches in fact. Indeed, her body felt a little heavier than she remembered, thicker than normal. With an irritated huff the Dragon did her best to clean herself and the raw areas around these new growths before she set to leave this place behind. There would be no need to return unless her tail brought her back here.

Heavy paws left deep imprints within the mud as Aleera walked, for the most part following the stream as her mind went back to that day - that fight. The one that occurred shortly before her body grew so tired from changes. That little shade - he spoke of seeing her demon on an island with pink birds. So be it - she would find this place and look around though she highly doubted to find anything of merit there. ”He lies Dibbuk.” Bajang whispered, making her ears flicker in distaste. ”Perhaps he did but I will not leave it to chance.” She remarked, but no sooner had those words left her lips than a faint scent wafted into her nose. It was clearly of another wolf - she knew - which in it and of itself was not enough to bring the great hulking beast to such an abrupt stop. No, this scent she knew. She knew she knew it before her mind could even register how she knew it. Citrine eyes bright with their fire like glow passed over the foliage in an almost frantic manner. It could not be - it could not be!

Memories of her days laying dying came to her in an unwelcome flash. How she ached both in body and in spirit. Suffering from terrible burns she managed to cling to life for a few days more until the tiny life inside her was to be born. Aleera’s own determination to keep her child alive was the only reason she herself remained alive, even in such a terribly wounded state. Keeta’s life was taken before she’d ever had a chance to experience the world and for some time after that the dark woman had tried. Tried desperately to warm the cold corpse of her baby, whispering that sweet bedtime story over and over again - that is where the little white pup found her. She was young, so young why she alone? Hurt, distraught, weak, Aleera thought for the first few days the white pup showed and cared for her that it was an angel or some...sweet spirit come to ease her own passing. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Aleera began to get her strength back. Get her mind back. But as it had delved into places no mortal mind should go it had obviously not come back whole - but she could see the girl clearly after a while. She was no spirit, just a baby herself who came from somewhere where she was not taken care of properly - but saw to it with every fiber of her being that the burned Empress was.

“Who hurts you child?” She could remember asking the question so many times in the year it took Aleera to fully recover. Her alabaster, pelt was often a mess and stained with cuts and wounds that should not sit on a child’s body. But the girl, she could barely speak Aleera’s tongue and she never got the answer. When the Dragon was well enough that she could move more freely and even hunt the white pup came to see her again for what Aleera did not know would be the last time. With a parting gift of a few blue flowers tucked behind her ear, Aleera never saw her again. She searched for her, of course, but she could find no trace of a pack or even a passing band of wolves - for she intended to kill whoever it was that was hurting that poor sweet child...But when she could not find her Aleera’s new sickness weighed upon her to change course that soon took her back to her home land and then many places soon thereafter. Sometimes, Aleera would think of that little girl and wonder if she would even be alive had it not been for her aid. She would often wonder if she was alive, or if the cruel world had snuffed out something so innocent as it so often did. It had been years since she last smelled that scent, but even so it drug her through the foliage back closer to the stream.

When she stepped through her eyes fell upon a white form. A beautiful, slender woman with aquamarine stones for eyes. The Dragon had not seen her since she was a child, but as was usually the possessive nature of such a beast - A Dragon never forgot it’s most precious gem. “Luce.” Not much pulled an emotional reaction out of Aleera, but the look upon the great beast and the lack of breath in her lungs was made obvious with her whispered name.



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Luce had never been paralyzed. She had seen the effects of poisons and herbs used in thick overdoses on others, but she, herself, had never been such a victim... but as her mind and body locked in place unable to move forward like a skipping record, she wondered vaguely if this was what it felt like. Not enough. She learned of herbs for her mother, she'd learned to fight in hopes of impressing her father. She'd pushed her small, lithe frame until it collapsed but it never saved her. No matter how hard she struggled and pushed, she was punished in the most cruel of ways. Her mother knew but she never interfered. Her father was a General and she was nothing more than a Witch Doctor who served his needs. No better and no less than Luce herself. Not enough. That filth still clung to her pelt, invisible to anyone else perhaps, but ominous and black in the face of her own eyes. She was dirty, soiled in the most foul of circumstances but no one knew except the Dragon. She saw, she knew, she'd known from the first day Luce had limped from the stream to check her pulse. Not enough. The thought was persistent, burrowing deep like a tick and Luce's aquamarine gaze glimmered with tears she refused to let fall. Not enough.


Her limbs trembled, quivering nearly imperceptibly. She wasn't afraid, she was anxious, invigorated, hopeful and filled with so many emotions that her hummingbird heart threatened to pound right out of her chest. It was better than any overdose of poppies, any numbness that she'd ever experienced in her experimentation with the herbs her mother had done so well to teach her and yet... it was worse because Aleera, if this was truly her, knew. No one knew anymore, everyone saw the slinking Succubus infused with unyielding sultry confidence and they thought that such a ruse was the only layer to her svelte body, but not Aleera, not her Dragon. She knew. Time seemed to suspend and then tilt but as the underbrush shuddered and shook, it only took a second for the Dragon to emerge. She was changed, different... the rumors of this land were obviously true but Luce didn't see the horns, the spikes, the scales... she lost herself completely in those glowing yellow eyes.


Luce. Her name was only one syllable, a breathless whisper or perhaps a prayer, but it shook her to the core and she shuddered under the weight of the implication. "Merde (Shit)" It slipped from her tongue before she could stop it. Aleera's scent was stronger now, nearly overpowering her with memories and thoughts she hadn't had since she was a little girl but then... her body decided to move without her. Her limbs, long and thin, plunged into the stream. Claws raked across stone and mud as they pushed and fought both the resistance of the water and the current. She plunged into the deepest part of the stream, forced to swim for three elongated strokes, before her paws hit solid Earth and she wretched herself from the waters chilly grasp and up onto the opposing side. She stopped at the edge of the water... dripping water like a sieve. "Aleera." The soft soprano was strained and ripped raw by emotion and heavily accented in her sultry French tones. "I don't... I didn't...” She was stuttering, tripping over her words and the tears began, leaking from her eyes. "I didn't want you to be hurt. Not for me. You... I just wanted to protect you. I didn't want to leave you behind." Guilt she didn't know she'd ever carried bubbled over, spilling from her tongue. "I'm sorry Aleera, I'm so so sorry."
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Knowing was not all it was cracked up to be. Just because she knew, did not mean she could stop it. Just because she saw it, did not mean she do anything about it. No more than she could do for her own daughter could she do for the girl that kept her alive. By all rights, the Dragon should have perished from her wounds laid deep into her flesh and even deeper into her psyche. Sometimes knowing was worse than any other torment a mortal could think of. Always within view but always out of reach to prevent or take vengeance there for. There is no remedy for memory. For memory you see is not a sickness - but a monster. It summons and conjures as though it has a will of its own. You think you have a memory? No. It has you.

Aleera never again expected to see that tiny white pup again, much less the pup grown into a full adult. A beautiful woman, where once all Aleera could remember was the way her ears had been too big her skull. Legs too long for a thicker body. Not quite grown into herself. Stuck between girl and woman - but not anymore. As the Dragon had changed, so too had the little angel that saved her life and she would go so far as to say for the better. Alabaster ermine clung to a svelte, femmine frame, dripping with the access water - as though she’d been cleaning herself thoroughly just moments before Aleera arrived. Frozen to her place by the edge of the stream there was the thought that perhaps she was seeing things - as she had seen them in her dreams or late at night. When loneliness became overpowering. When it crushed even the fire of the great beast. How she would see the vague form of her mate, his eyes missing and dripping with ichor - just watching her - accusing her. Or the nights where her daughter would curl at her side only for Aleera to wake and feel the cold touch of death on her fur. Was this just another conjuration of her mind?

Delicate lips parted and word the burned Empress did not understand fell free. In this moment of realization, not even the edges of her vision were frayed with shadows. The flickering of dark forms from place to place. Everything became background to the point Aleera could not even feel the very earth beneath her paws. Then, suddenly, the frozen form moved. Water was thrown in all directions as Luce came close - rare interaction she had never seen from the conjured form of someone she lost before - could it be true? Was she real, standing there before her now? Aleera felt the desperate need to know. To be sure so just as Luce waded through the water to her the Dragon’s great form well larger than the other’s was pulled forward, slipping slightly in her effort to get closer until the pair were standing on the muddy bank looking at one another in sheer disbelief. They came to a stop only inches apart and her name finally came free of the other, like a long held breath finally released. Like dropping a weight you did not realize you were carrying around.

The onyx woman was still stirken into silence as the nearly miracle like appearance of the other, so it fell upon Luce to speak. Her tone was accented from her mother tongue - but she could understand her so much better than in the past. Aquamarine eyes gleamed with the shine of tears, tears that soon the other could not hold as an apology for vanishing all those years ago began to fall free. Yet - Aleera cared not for that apology. In her eyes, there was nothing to apologize for. Even so, the desire to truly know if Luce was real and not some imagining come to torment her so made her move before words had ever left her. With another step all space between the females vanished and with her larger size it was almost too easy to envelope the other in an embrace. She did not pull too close, for fear of the spikes of course, but it was warm and solid. She was real. She was real, and she was here. Aleera had not had much in the way of connection to anyone outside her family that were now all gone. There were but a few who had managed to work their way under the iron hide of the Dragon to touch what was left of her molten heart.

”Do not apologize to me.” Though her voice was low, forever rasped with damage from the fire that scarred her so - there was a tenderness that could not be explained. ”You are alive.” Though tears did not come from the dragon, a feat well beyond her at this point, Luce would be able to feel the way her great form trembled. ”That is all that matters.”



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Luce was drenched, the river having saturated her svelte coat until water poured from the long strands. Aleera moved with her, a counter magnet, drawing her powerful frame closer and closer until they both stood baptized in mud and seemingly oblivious to all that lay around them. The air was chilly, surely the cold would sink into her svelte frame, but if it did, Luce didn't notice. Her entire center of gravity felt like it had shifted, maybe falling, maybe careening but no longer the stable force she'd always depended on. Her heart continued to beat a hummingbirds rhythm. She wasn't disbelieving of the mirage that stood before her, she was... everything else. Emotions she couldn't name freight trained through her system and created a stormy chaos in the depths of her cerulean eyes. Guilt bred with unsurity, hope made friends with memory... Aleera was the singular untainted piece of Luce's past. Their friendship or whatever they had developed was real and genuine. There were no masks, no lies, no deceit, just raw emotions whatever they happened to be... but Luce was filthy, her soul was stained by the repeated rape and punishment of her father. She didn't want to taint the single moment of purity in her life.


Luce couldn't take the lingering silence and in an act of sheer desperation she forced her tongue to move. What spilled was an outpouring of repressed guilt and sorrow. It was her decision to leave Aleera, it was her decision never to come back and regardless of her intentions, that decision had gnawed at her heart. She could have tried to run away, to maybe leave with the burned woman but in her foolish youth , she'd thought such an option was impossible. She'd thought her father would run her down with brutal punishment and then he'd hurt Aleera too. She stopped talking with the Dragon pressed forward, her entire body rigid, unsure of what to expect or how to respond. Her indecision and frozen stupor was rewarded with an embrace. Familiar warmth and heat seared along the sloping curve of her neck and like the touch had awakened the rest of her, Luce moved, pressing into the thick chest of the dragon, and letting her skull slide along her ravished shoulder, returning the embrace and letting those tears fall without consequence. Her throat tightened, her jaw quivered, but not a single sound escaped her larynx. Aleera was solid and warm and here. An impossibility that had somehow been made possible once again.


"I owe you so much more than an apology." Luce murmured when Aleera tried to abolish her abandonment. "You were the only thing kind when all I knew was cruelty. I never should have left you." Her words were hoarse and tainted by the anguish she felt but Aleera did not stop, nor did she release her. Instead her great form trembled. Luce pressed harder, uncaring of the spikes or the way the tips threatened to burrow into her flesh. She didn't care. "As are you." Softer and quieter, those words were shaken as they slipped from her jaws. "Can I stay?” The words slipped past before she could stop them. "I won't ever leave again, I just... I missed you Aleera. More than you can ever know." Luce stepped closer and tilted her chin down to hold the Dragon tighter. Maybe others would feel uneasy about offering themselves so completely to someone they hadn't seen in years but for Luce, there was no hesitation. It was Luce's herbs and knowledge of medicine that had patched Aleera's wounds, but it was Aleera who saved Luce's life.

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The ivory female was not repulsed by the dark woman’s touch. In fact, the angelic figure pulled even closer despite the threat of sharp new spines digging into her flesh. Never again did Aleera believe she would see that child from so long ago - but she was never forgotten. No you see, that was Aleera’s curse. To remember. No matter how much easier forgetting may be, as broken as her mind one, if one function still remained truly intact it was her memory. She remembered the fire. The blood. The screams. The betrayal that led her down the path to finding Luce in the first place. Overjoyed in the fact that they had once again found one another after an abrupt departure that was not desired, the smaller dame did not even seem to notice or care about the odd changes that had befallen the Dragon. Indeed, they were backdrop to the emotions that so rarely took place - especially for the burned woman. The months they spent together had formed a bond between them that could be described much like that of a mother and daughter. Aleera had lost the only baby she would ever bare, the act itself being the final thing that broke her mind into this fractured mess - but even so Luce’s presence had made suffering a little easier. Nothing could replace the baby she lost, but if anything could Aleera knew it would be the svelte woman held in her molten embrace.

Though Luce made no sound of doing so the Dragon was aware of the emotion coursing through her, for they were there for her as well. Peeling back the scar tissue of a wound she thought closed. Opening it, pouring out all the infected parts she didn’t know was there until this very moment. At her trembling words Luce found the ability to speak again and continued blaming herself, believing she owed more than a mere apology. ”No - you should not have left me.” Aleera replied - but not in anger. ”I would have protected you. I may have been injured but it would have been better my life than your agony.” They were revealing words. The way in which Aleera often conducted herself had other’s believing she had no care for anything other than herself and her hunt. On average that is a correct assumption - but everyone had their weakness and she was no different. Children were her weakness and even if she didn’t know the child and it wasn’t hers she would not hesitate to sacrifice herself for them. Why? Maybe because that was just her nature. A mother at heart. Or maybe it stemmed from guilt for being too weak to protect her own daughter. Whatever the case Luce could put everything she had into those words for they were the things that blood bonds were made of. Spiritual chains that superseded genetic placement.

In the moments that followed the pair still held on to one another. As though to step back would be lose the other all over again. A pain neither could suffer a second time. It is then that Luce asked the defining question. Could she remain with Aleera? Newly reformed eyes, their glow obvious in the shade - much like the glow from her chest opened yet she did not immediately respond. What fell from the silvery dame next was an admission to her mistake for ever leaving the Dragon’s side and how dearly she had been missed. Those words meant more to Aleera than Luce may ever know. While the burned Empress had not known quite the hardship the other had growing up, she did know the feeling of having everything you ever cared from ripped from your grasp. To live alone in shame. She had not heard anyone be so happy to see her in a very long time. There were few others that matched the importance that Luce held to Aleera, in fact, she would deign to say no one did. No one had been there for her in a time when even breathing was its own sort of hell.

Somewhere in her being Aleera found the strength to finally pull back from the other. Ivory and ebony came undone though gleaming orange eyes, eyes made of fire turned down to the smaller dame. ”The path I walk is a difficult one. One I assume in time will claim my life - it is why you find me here in a land that twists flesh and turns us into monsters.” There was a small gesture to herself, to show the raw changes that affected her. How so much larger she had become, the spikes, scales, horns - all of it. She looked to be descended from the cross mating of a lizard and a wolf somehow these days. ”I have no home to give you. No security to protect you with besides the strength in my body...You are grown now and you clearly know how to survive. Why would you want to stay with me?” Surely she had desires of her own to fulfil? A home? A pack? A mate - children even? Walking at Aleera’s side would almost assuredly deny her all of it.



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It felt strange to be held in the best of ways. Luce had taken what had caused her so much pain as a child, sex, and molded it into a weapon far sharper and more brutal than any tooth. She used sex, seduction, lies and colored words to blind unsuspecting victims to her true intentions. She used her body to gain trust and broker confessions, she'd ruined wolves and sometimes upset the delicate balance of relations all in the name of her own personal gain and advancement. She wasn't innocent anymore, she wasn't kind and she wasn't forgiving. Luce was a formidable seductress in the most delicious of ways. She was a Succubus. A wretched heathen straight from the bowels of the underworld and the last time she'd been held out of affection instead of gain was... never. Maybe Aleera had done it when she was small and hurting... ironic that she would be the only one to do so still.


Her apology came unbidden and apparently it fell on deaf ears. Aleera would hear none of her pleas and the words, even now, were meant to teach, not to wound. Luce closed her eyes and fought the tremor that racked through her body. " I didn't want you to be hurt for my sake. You suffered enough Aleera, you didn't deserve anything more." There was a pause wherein Luce collected her wits and closed her eyes, allowing herself the pleasure of breathing Aleera's scent straight into her veins. "You were my only friend, I wanted to protect you and I couldn't if you followed me." That was a confession, a breathed prayer that slipped from her tongue. She didn't want to mention her father, didn't even want to bring him power in a vague sense. She'd never told Aleera who had caused her such pain and... she wouldn't. It wasn't that Luce was opposed to sharing, it was the fact that all it would do was raise more guilt and rage between two beings who already held enough.


When they finally drew more than a hairs width apart, Luce blurted lyrics of her heart. She didn't want to keep up being a mindless vagabond. For a brief stint, she'd spent a breath in the wastelands of Tortuga as a spy and while she didn't regret her departure, she missed having a purpose. Even if all Aleera did was roam, Luce would have a purpose in ensuring she was safe and cared for... even if she never voiced such thoughts aloud. The Dragon fell to silence and Luce remained still, her svelte frame poised and prepared for any answer. Aleera forgave her, but that didn't mean she was willing to trust her and Luce... couldn't rightly blame her if the Dragon decided not too.


The words came and Luce met the fiery eyes of the dragon before her, willing to take her judgment with all its implications. The first words to fall from her tongue drew Luce to nod, accepting the damage and changes done to her near reptilian design. She supposed some part of her should have been repulsed but... she wasn't. Looks didn't make a monster, whats inside did. That was the first lesson she'd ever learned. Aleera continued speaking and the Succubus refocused on the words, allowing them to rattle in her brain. It was Luce's turn to be silent as she considered, wanting to give the Dragon the respect of a well thought out response. "When I was young, my singular goal was to survive and once I broke free and I was able to live without pain and degradation... I craved purpose. I wanted to feel like I felt when I was helping you. I looked for such things in a pack named Tortuga but... it wasn't for me. I want to travel with you because I trust you, because even though we've been apart, your thoughts and emotions carry value for me." There was a pause. "I want to help you, if I can. I want to be... necessary." Not the best, not a queen, not a knight, just Necessary. That's all Luce had ever wanted.

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Unlike the woman she held close, Aleera had no care for physical contact of any kind. To date, only two wolves had such a privilege. The second of which only moments new. The desire for affection, sexual arousal, these were the things two years torn from the burned husk of a behemoth that now stood before Luce. With the death of her mate died also these once integral parts of herself. Few words truly encapsulated the dark woman, but loyal was one of them. Koh was two years gone and since that day, even during her season she did not seek out another mate. Her heart had belonged to the steely male - she was his and no one else's. Most assumed the Dragon detested touch because it was painful - but it was truly no more painful than having to walk or do anything honestly. The Empress hated it because she had long known that such tenderness was not for her. Not anymore. When all she had known died and was laid to waste - what comforts did the one who was too weak to stop it all truly deserve? None. Not as far as Aleera was concerned. In her own silent ways she honored the passing of her family with more than just this ceaseless hunt. Even so, she did not believe her family would mind too much in the great beyond if she allowed herself this one embrace - heart wrenching even when they came apart to speak.

Luce’s sudden departure as a child stemmed from a desire to see no more harm befall her. It was a...touching thought - but ultimately one that did not stop the Dragon from believing it would have been better if she stayed. It was the white female’s desire to protect Aleera after all that she had been through, even though what she herself was going through was just as heinous. They tried to do well by each other in their own ways, so how could she possibly fault Luce for doing what she felt she needed to? Aleera felt the pull on the back of her tongue, the whispered question - who did it? Who was the one who had caused her such pain so early in life? To take such innocence and crush it? It would be a joy to take all that pain and anger, shame and guilt, and apply it directly to that wolve’s very spine. Given the new lethal nature of her changed fangs she imagined the crunch would be damn near orgasmic. Now that they could look upon one another and her words passed to Luce, it was then time for the ivory dame to give reason for such a desire. To stay with her? She did not think anyone would desire such a thing - let alone openly voice such a fact. Curiosity was not entirely dead within her.

The well considered words that spilled from Luce were ones that described a desire for purpose in this life. Once she had grown enough to leave behind those who harmed her so she found that to be the thing she desired most. Her first taste of such apparently came from the time when Aleera lay dying. Aiding her had been something to take her mind away from all the other troubles the world saw fit to throw at her far, far too soon. The Dragon never considered for a moment she could have been helpful in such a state. She was nearly entirely dependant on someone else during the first very rough few weeks when Luce found her. It was only between that small girl and a growing, twisting, burning desire for revenge that gave Aleera the strength she needed to crawl out of that hole. To look death in the face and proclaim - not today. To sate this longing need of hers she had stayed in a packed named Tortuga for a time, but found it was not the same. She did not just want to be another expendable wolf among many in a pack. She wanted to be...more. Aleera understood, even if at the moment she lacked the word to describe what it was Luce wanted.

All the Dragon had ever cared for was taken from her, but Luce...Luce had no one and nothing from the moment she was born. Whoever it was that raised her treated her as though she was not, as she put it, nessicary. Only because Aleera had been kind to her, shown her some modicum of care, she had this lasting bond with the burned woman that to this day persisted. So much so that she would follow Aleera no matter where her trail took her so long as it meant being with someone who treated as more than what she’d known. ”Necessary?” She repeated the word, as though displeased by it. ”No.” The Dragon shook her massive head, now adorned with frightful twisted horns and pointed spikes. ”You are, and have always been, essential to me. I looked for you when you left...I thought you had been - “ Her words caught in her throat, as though afraid to say what she had feared. She had thought that those who hurt her so had finally done the ultimate cruelty. That guilt alongside all that she carried from losing her home and family had long eaten at her very soul. There was a pause as she collected herself and allowed her gaze to befall once more on her alabaster counterpart. ”...You didn’t allow me to help you before, but if you choose to walk with me now you must allow me to aid you. And you, I.”



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#9

Touch, for Luce, was something not normally tolerated without an ulterior motive. She used her body, her curvaceous frame to bewitch and enchant, to lower defenses and weasel between the cracks of armor and expose secrets and weaknesses. She was not a good or just creature in any sense of the word and in truth, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been touched for personal gain. Comfort, relief, love, friendship... such concepts were largely foreign to her but she remembered the time spent with the wounded Dragon, she remembered how the burned femme had not only tolerated her young mind but had welcomed her. Despite the horrors and demons that had lurked beneath the surface, the time spent with the Dragon had been truly innocent. There was no ulterior motive, no desire to crack open or disect. She helped Aleera in the only way she knew how and Aleera helped her. It was beautiful in a way only two strangers in excruciating circumstances could be. The memories were untainted and Luce had forever cherished them.


She drew back but was reluctant to let go. Was it wrong to want to tither herself to something she'd always considered just? Luce didn't think so. Serving Aleera, helping her, wanting to see her healed in all ways was something Luce had never dared to dream as a child but in her growing years she'd cursed that childish fear. They could have simply left. Her father never would have wasted his time to hunt her over miles and miles, as much as he enjoyed her body, he could have found that in anhy number of his slaves. Luce had hardly been special. She shook off the thoughts. She couldn't move backwards, no one possessed the ability to rewind time but she could move forwards. No longer fearful, no longer terrified, the silvery Succubus did not hesitate to voice her desire, to admit that she wanted to travel with Aleera. As a companion, as a friend, an assassin, a spy, a healer, as whatever Aleera needed her to be.


Her words were initially met with silence but Luce did not stress or falter, nor did she fill the need to color the silence with sound. If she remembered anything about Aleera, it was these stony silences. They weren't meant to be foreboding so much as they were merely the product of the burned woman thinking. Aleera very rarely spoke unless her words held meaning. It was one of many things the younger version of her had admired. When the Dragon did speak, it was only to echo the word Luce had given. Necessary. It slid from her tongue and was followed almost immediately by a sharp denial. The disappointment rattled through Luce's svelte frame but the only outward display of that hurt was the hardening of her expression. It hurt coming from Aleera, but Luce had been worthless to most in her life. This was merely another that saw no true value in her hide. The silver femme nodded, preparing to turn away gracefully when Aleera continued speaking.


Luce's eyes widened in shock she could not hide. Her breath caught somewhere in her lungs and she breathed deep. For a moment she was speechless, unable to come up with any words to respond but then she dipped her skull in humble supplication. "I can do that. If you allow me to aide you in what ever way I can, I will do my best to bear the weight of my burdens upon you all the same." It would take time, Luce was not good at asking for council or aide but she could learn. She was nothing if not adaptable. "I would be honored to be your companion... unless you now have bigger ambitions?" She would never put it past Aleera to strive for things much bigger than herself. The real question... was where her thoughts now that so much time had lapsed?

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#10


The one requirement that Aleera put forth, was accepted. In the past the Dragon would never have considered allowing anyone to walk by her side in this measure...But Luce was not no one to her. The dark woman had never known what it would be like to be a mother for it was a joy snatched from her, just as her life had been snatched from the jaws of death. Maybe by her own will, maybe because of Luce’s intervention. Maybe both, perhaps neither. It mattered not by what force kept Aleera walking so long as that force lasted long enough that her demon was destroyed. For years she believe this a task she would do alone and even though she had allowed Luce to remain at her side she could not in good conscious allow her personal journey of retribution to weigh upon the white wolve’s slender shoulders. Luce had her own regrets, memories, and burdens to bare - this hateful thing which may claim her life was nothing she could willingly allow Luce to get caught up in. There was a danger in that demon that masquirated around in the body of her sister. Spoke her soft words and whispered her putrid lies with too easy an effort. Of course, it would be rather stupid of Aleera if she did not think that Luce would at least try.

Luce spoke of honor in being her companion for as long as the Dragon may keep her, yet it doing so she wondered if Aleera had greater ambition than beyond herself. Orange eyes that match the very glow that escaped her chest now ran over the smaller woman as if to contemplate that very idea. To consider all aspects of it and their paths that winded from them. ”My path is led as it has been since I learned to walk again.” Aleera had never gone any place since emerging from near death on her own accord. Through land, sea, or air - the fires of hell if she must - but there was no force on this earth that would ever make her stop pursuing the beast that took everything from her. After a long moment the Dragon seemed to cast her half blind gaze over the surrounding area, deeming it no longer fit to host them. It was time to leave this place behind and find whatever either of them need elsewhere. ”...You are older now. If you wish to stay then there are things I must share with you that I could not back then.” That is when her great frame began to turn from the edge of the river and begin a new path elsewhere. ”Come.” It was not an order, but an invitation. They had so much to discuss.

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