Monster Among Beasts

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[a-target-acquired]

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Ruby Facts ~

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` "What warning do I need to give you for you to get the message you should stay the hell away from me?" '

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Name: Ruby

Sex: F

Height: 5'4''

Species: Partial demon, but mostly human. Mortal

Basic appearance: Dark crimson colored hair that reaches her waist with dull, dark grey eyes. Wears black clothes to better conceal herself at night. Usually wears a jacket when in public to hide the weaponry she always keeps on her person.

Job: Hunter of anything nonhuman. Specializes in demons and vampires. Enjoys killing and tormenting her targets a bit too much...

Age: In her 40's but looks to be in her early 30's.

Powers: Can tell when she's in the presence of something that isn't human, slightly increased strength, slowed aging, and can manipulate smoke into different shapes. More of a party trick than anything...

Personality: Self-loathing, sadistic, cruel, lonely... and loyal in her own ways.

` "If I see you again, I'll ensure one of us doesn't walk away..." '

This character may cover a lot of trigger warnings, but I'll do my best to tag them all in each post.

Feel free to send her asks or do whatever to her. AUs of her character are welcome so if you want to like, write her into scenarios that don't really fit her as is, feel free to.

Torture, gore, and NSFVV are also fine with this character. This includes noncon, which will be written relatively realistically in terms of the trauma and upset it'll cause the character (which is to say scenes of this sort will probably lean more towards a horror esq style of writing on my end rather than something gratifying). Every roleplay started with this character is generally seen as its own universe... generally. Shipping is fine and I certainly love rping romance, but I can't promise she'll be very easy to romance with all her problems... but that's part of the fun ey?

I do warn that she may be very mean and potentially cruel to any characters she meets, but I promise to keep her from seriously injuring any characters of yours unless it's discussed beforehand.

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This blog is connected to @a-drop-of-red-in-the-void and their stories may weave together at times for certain rps.

[a-target-acquired]

A Hunter at Her Worst ~ Open Starter

{Anyone is allowed to respond}

Ruby's face was flushed with rosy pink as she stumbled her way through the woods that she swore she knew like the back of her hand, the moon's light her guide through the darkness. Her breath reeked with the sharp scent of alcohol and her steps were more of a shuffle than the confident gait she usually used as she made her way towards her cabin through trees and overgrown shrubbery. She could've taken the nice dirt trail- should've taken it, really. It was free of the traps her compulsively paranoid hands laid along the rest of the forest floor, but she knew where they all were. At least that's what she thought, but alcohol addled brains weren't the best guides and taking the trail would have meant taking a longer, more winding path rather than the straight shot to her home.

She tugged the sides of a loose black coat closer together without actually securing the sides together. It concealed the gun and blessed dagger she always kept on her person. Her eyes squinted forwards, her eyes landing on the cabin she could just barely make out within the dark.

Before she could feel either annoyance or relief, her foot fell in the center of a bundle of chains that were expertly hidden under leaves, and she felt her legs fold from underneath her and her knees press against her chest as chains wrapped around her body in a loose tear drop shaped cage hanging from a sturdy branch. A bell attached to where the chains met the tree jangled to alert their hunter of her catch... which happened to be none other than the hunter herself.

She froze stiff for several long second, her eyes wide as her brain struggled to catch up to her body, but this worked to sober her up rather quickly. "Son of a bitch..." She hissed and pressed her legs outwards against the chains. The bell rattled louder as she struggled, slipping her arm out through a gap within the chains, trying to stretch her hand up high enough to reach the branch where the chain was secured to the tree, "Please, fucking... just..." She huffed in frustration. She grabbed at the silver chains with her other hand, pushing them away from her face as she looked up to the jingling bell -a bell that she had picked out- that seemed to now mock her predicament, "Can you SHUT the hell up!?" She spat at the inanimate object.

She grit her teeth. She wasn't making any progress like this... and to make matters worse the chains were blessed to burn any demonic creature that was unlucky enough to stumble into the trap. It didn't burn her, but it would irritate her skin if left in here long enough, and... well, she wasn't sure how long it'd be until someone found her here.

She laid back against the chains before she tilted her head to look at the forest floor. Here, the sadistic hunter sat suspended in the air within her own trap...

[mory-the-merry]

The order was clear: find the hunter known as Ruby and enlist her help.

It couldn't have been more clear. It also couldn't have come at a better time for Miss Moral, who needed to leave her temple and leave it quickly; some people didn't take too well to losing games of chance but ESPECIALLY those of the cloth. Who knew that they'd been cheated but just couldn't prove how the half-divine had done it. Not a problem. Moral didn't care to spend time in sour company and she left as soon as she was given instructions, off on her first mission in months. She didn't expect much, not from someone who lived out in the woods, but still, tracking this Ruby woman down and watching her imbibe CHEAP alcohol, just to go stumbling back through the woods and get caught up in her own traps ... it would've been a mercy to the temple if Moral left the woman hanging there to starve and reported back that she hadn't found her. But it would've meant further delays in payment for Moral. With a heavy sigh, the woman stepped out from the trees and approached the hunter; wrapped up like a piece of meat, left out to dry. "This isn't a common occurrence, is it?" She questioned as she walked out into the small shards of moonlight; a light cloak of golden fabric around her otherwise bare shoulders in a shade that almost matched her yellow hair, accessorized with a permanently blooming pure white flower. "Because if it is, I don't think you're fit to catch much more than a cold." The half-divine - what some might call an angel, what others called a demi-god, what Moral personally chose not to comment on - was chubby and short, almost cherubic, and wrapped in a pareo while she stood below Ruby and gazed judgmentally at her predicament. Her big brown eyes had no mercy as they accessed the trap, but she did manage a nice comment. "Did you, uh," Moral waved her hand towards Ruby. "Do whatever to these chains? It's pretty nice work. Any other beast would be snarling in pain." "But you're the beast today." The woman giggled and shook her head.

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Ruby's deep grey eyes noted movement just beyond her clear field of vision. Her head snapped to the figure, eyes narrowing at the angelic looking woman. The instinctive anger that burned in her eyes petered out into surprised caution as she blinked. The chains and bell clinked and jingled as the woman shifted herself around about as gracefully as a fish on land to face the yellow haired woman below her. There was obviously something divine about this creature, and that put Ruby on edge more than a ten-foot demon would have in this situation.

Her lips hung in a deep frown as she endured the teasing, but it marginally lessened at the... what she could almost swear was a compliment.

"I did, yes. Their imbued with holy energy and made from substances many monsters are known to be weak to, but I don't make a habit out of... uh, 'testing them out' this thoroughly, no." Ruby answered with a scowl, "Is it a common occurrence for you to stalk people? How long have you been watching me?" She asked, accusation edging into her tone. "And are you planning to help me out of here or did you come out of the shadows purely to taunt me?" She asked with more boldness than she felt. If there was one thing that could make her faulter, it was angelic forces. They were, generally, stronger than her and she knew she deserved their wrath. There had been many an innocent target that ended up on the wrong end of Ruby's blade and while the woman carried guilt from these actions, could she truly say she regretted it when she knew deep down in her heart she would do them all over again if good enough opportunity presented itself?

Her eyes stared down at the woman, eyes burning into the other woman with faked confidence.

[mory-the-merry]

Moral was used to people responding that way; as the so-called 'demons' were hated, then so was anything vaguely divine revered.

She couldn't claim that she disliked this ALL the time but, right now, it didn't seem necessary. Getting the hunter down, with minimal damage, did.

"You're rude, too." Moral remarked with a bored tone, circling Ruby to examine the trap and avoid getting up in it; her mana was tested enough by being out of the temple, she didn't need to risk it further. Each step that this woman took in her sandals, a requirement for traveling to malicious lands, it was another step closer to her convincing herself to leave Ruby to hang. One only needed to glance and see that this would be a headache of a situation; no delight or power to be found here. Okay, she wasn't doing any better back at the temple, but ...

It couldn't be avoided any longer. Moral had to do her job. "I've been following you since the sun set to ask for your assistance, hunter, and bring a job from the islands. There are rewards but you might prefer to discuss those on the ground."

"How is someone meant to get out of this trap?" She asked; still not sounding like the most motivated of messengers but, honestly, who could be? This wasn't any kind of 'punishment' or retribution of crimes for Ruby, the creature might be unholy but the gods had no desire to strike her down, so Moral was here, in this context, as an equal.

An equal to someone who got drunk and fell into her own traps. It was amusing ... and Moral did wish she could play with Ruby a second more, but she wouldn't.

Not unless Ruby earned it.

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"You're not much nicer..." Ruby retorted, her head swiveling to keep Moral in her sights.

Ruby's eyes narrowed at the idea that this woman brought with her a job opportunity. It felt odd coming from something other than the usual haunted human or magic user that needed some questionable items for an even more questionable spell, but Ruby wasn't one to worry all that much about such details. If this lady had a job for her, she'd most likely take it if for no other reason than to have something to do.

She sighed and looked up. She stuck her arm out between the chains to point at the part where chain connected with the tree above her head, "You have to untangle the chains from the branch and once I'm on the ground, you'll have to pull the sides of the 'net' away from each other so I can get out easier," She stated. Technically, she could crawl out on her own if the trap was simply let down, but it'd take a while and be quite the struggle... She wished to spare herself the indignity of having to do that infront of company.

She looked back down at the other woman, slipping her arm back into her trap so it could rest at her side, "... You can climb a tree, right? Or maybe... fly?" She squinted. The woman's attire didn't seem all that fit for tree climbing.

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Well, she wasn't trying to be any nicer so that checked out, but Moral did bow her head to acknowledge the comment. "Sorry. This situation is unusual, catching a hunter in a trap." "Even you have to admit that," she hummed smugly at Ruby, and began consider how to assist. In truthfulness, she'd hoped that this woman would have an easy way to get out; they didn't need to waste more time. However, her help was required and, for the most part, politely requested. Moral listened, nodding, while watching and observing this very complicated setup. Undoubtedly, it was secure. From anyone aside from Moral. "No, climbing isn't my thing and I leave flying to the birds and clouds. I'll see if I can't find a nicer way to help you." Moral replied with a humorous tone as she reached a hand up to touch the chains, directly underneath Ruby. The things that were fascinating about the 'angels' from the island, they had magic, and they could manipulate it in everything. A wicked person might choose to drain it from something, or corrupt it with dark spirits, but a GOOD PERSON like Moral, well, they would never. Instead, she encouraged the chains, bending them out of their shape with a simple exhale of her mana, her powers. The ones that she ran her fingers over unhooked from each other and, suddenly, the trap was no trap - dropping its prey onto the ground. Looking down at Ruby, the woman smirked, then extended her hand to the fallen hunter. "There was a lot of mana flowing through those chains, I'm surprised. I didn't think a ... a demon could manage that," Moral remarked - a snarky compliment.

More snark than compliment.

"It's nice to see you outside of that trap."

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Ruby frowned at the angelic being's words. She tilted her head as she watched as the other woman touched the chains below her body, ''Right. Well, whatever you decide to do, can you hurry it up? I don't think either of us want to be wa-AAHH!" Her voice cut off as she suddenly dropped from the net, crashing onto the ground with a hard thud before she could have understood what the other woman had been doing.

Ruby groaned, pressing her eyes shut tight. She rolled onto her side to press and rub her palm against her back, "Ow," She hissed, her tone near accusatory as her eyes gave Moral a pointed look, even though this would have been the outcome whether Moral followed Ruby's instructions or not.

"A bit of warning would have been nice..." Ruby slowly sat up. She eyed the hand offered her a moment before glancing to the side. She ignored it as she moved to push to push herself to her feet on her own, "Don't call me that. I'm only that in part..." She murmured, dusting herself off as she looked down at herself, now sore from her landing.

"Now, would you like to run by me what you want my help with? You need some demons killed, I assume? Or... something killed?" She asked, eyes now returning to Moral.

[mory-the-merry]

No real damage was done, Moral knew that, and if a bent pride was the only injury, then Miss Ruby should consider herself lucky in this encounter.

Though it had only just begun.

Moral smirked all the more when her hand was rejected; some people, and especially the uptight warriors at the temple, might've been offended but she admired Ruby's spirit. It'd be very helpful in these coming days. This approaching challenge.

"Sorry," she lied, "I forgot to. I'll remember better next time."

Was that an implication that Ruby would be foolish enough to find herself in another trap? Rude - very rude. An attitude that was becoming increasingly normal with this supposed angel.

"Some things must be killed; several dark entities attacking the island chain that I call home. When we reached out to others for help, many of them recommended you ..." Moral's eyes trailed over Ruby, showing clear disbelief. "I hope you clean up well. You look like even small monsters could eat you in a single bite," said the short woman.

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Ruby's brows furrowed into a short-lived glare at the implication. Her expression then morphed into one of intrigue, "Really? Well, it seems my reputation proceeds me. How nice," She gave a small hum of a laugh, her eyes flickering off to the side. She was a little surprised to hear that her name had spread so far, not because she didn't do a good job, but she simply hadn't considered that any of the people she did business with would recommend her for what sounded like such a high-profile job. She didn't stay in the loop, really she didn't know about any other hunters besides herself, but surely there was better? Perhaps not... That idea gave Ruby a bit of an ego boost.

She looked back at Moral, crossing her arms over her chest, "Maybe I look that way, but you look like a pleasant, intelligent woman. Obviously, looks can be deceiving," Ruby shot back with a slight sneer. She tapped the tip of her boot against the ground as she shifted to rest her weight on the balls of her feet.

Her voice fell into something more serious, the edge of sass almost entirely disappearing from her tone, "What do you mean by 'dark entities' exactly? Demons, ghosts, vampires? If you want them gone, I need details."

[mory-the-merry]

The ways that the island gained its knowledge, it was a private system but Moral would be the first to say that the information was typically accurate. Frighteningly so.

As far as which one of her clients spoke of her skills and recommended her, perhaps none of them had.

Perhaps one of her victims did.

Moral snickered sarcastically also, almost mirroring Ruby, when the half-demon spoke smugly about her 'reputation'. "Oh, yes, very nice. We're lucky that you were available for work," she agreed in what seemed like a backhanded way. Backhanded was still an agreement, however, and as she walked away from the trap, Moral was silently relieved that she'd found the hunter at all. They didn't have more time to waste. They needed Ruby's help more than this divine being could possibly express.

Enough to allow a jab slip in and NOT snap back.

"They can, can't they? I couldn't imagine being pleasant," the blond woman said, feigning a dramatic shudder, as she abandoned the woods and headed towards Ruby's small shack - avoiding the traps as best she could. "Let me in and I'll explain everything; it's not going to be an easy task. That's why they sent me to help you, Hunter."

"Otherwise, we're pretty positive that you'd die."

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Ruby gave a small snort at Moral's wit. Though Moral being some angelic creature still put Ruby on edge, at least she wasn't some uptight woman with her head so far up her other end that she'd get incredibly offended when offered back the same level of insulting remarks she dished out to others.

She sighed as Moral began heading towards her home. She gave a final glance to her trap, frowning at the sight of her work being made useless thanks to the angel like being's powers.

She turned and hurried to get ahead of Moral, lightly nudging her arm in the way of the other as she brushed past the shorter woman. She took the lead in walking to her home, safely guiding the woman away from any traps. If Moral wasn't her enemy, she wasn't looking to make one out of her by getting her potentially hurt in a trap. "Well, that's reassuring. Either you have no faith in me whatsoever, which makes me wonder why you even came looking for me at all, or... these creatures are highly dangerous things that I probably haven't dealt with before..." She furrowed her brow. That was a little troubling if that was the case...

She glanced back over her shoulder at Moral as they reached the front door of her cabin. "Sorry, if it's a little messy... I wasn't expecting company today..." Ruby murmured, grabbing out her keys to unlock the door. She stepped inside and kept the door open for Moral, watching the other with critical eyes as if she expected Moral to caste some spell as soon as she stepped inside.

Ruby's home was a little messy. She usually cleaned when she became aware someone might come inside, whether that someone was a client, or a victim, but she didn't get that change with Moral. There were some clothes kicked to the side. It was hard to tell if those were Ruby's or not... Demon parts were easy to sell, but their clothes... not so much. She usually just ended up donating them or burning them unless she could find some other use for them, and that was a rather rare occurrence.

Some dirty glasses sat around a shabby green couch, residue of whatever liquid had been in them laying at the bottom of each one. If those weren't enough of an eyesore, there were also three dirty plates stacked atop one another that were laying next to the couch's leg. She just hadn't been bothered to clean them up yet.

The middle of the living room wasn't too bad. Some boxes were huddled near a stone fireplace with two demonic horns mounted above, their color a sheer black with a stripe of deep purple winding around from the base to the tip.

A metal ring was secured to the wall in the center of the livingroom. Around there, dots of red-tinted brown clung to the walls and were soaked into the grooves of the floorboards.

This was not a happy place. Not for anyone that found themselves a short-lived prisoner within these walls, and not even really for Ruby either, yet she couldn't imagine herself living anywhere else.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

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Ruby's touch grew bolder as she allowed her hands to rest more heavily on the bug like abdomen, feeling as much of it as she could reach from her position.

She tilted her head, heavy, shaky breaths hitting Szavir's face as she whined in pleasure. Her eyes flickered to the wings that wrapped around her. Even sober she couldn't deny their beauty, at least not in her own head, but in this state? They looked glorious. They were blankets made of silk and stardust as far as she was concerned.

She jerked lightly as Szavir's cock reached deep into her body, her fingers curling into fists against his abdomen as her eyes briefly became unfocused, "Holy..." She murmured in an unfinished curse, breath shuttering as she unbaled her fists, straightening her fingers out and laying her hands back on his abdomen.

"I-I feel you, Szavir... Feels... feels amazing..." She shakily assured, laying a light peck to his jaw, "Don't stop. Cl-claim me. I..." She hesitated finishing the sentence, a feeling of wrongness causing her momentary pause before the current moment's pleasure overrode the distant knowledge these words were reserved for someone they could no longer be uttered to, "... I'm yours..!~" She announced, something akin to guilt prickling her heart, but it was such a vague feeling she was able to ignore it without much trouble.

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Szavir's ovipositor continued to thrust and writhe, molding Ruby to its shape. His abdomen pulsed against her hands as the moth demon's eggs began to shift downward inside.

"M-Mine," moaned Szavir. He took a moment to pepper the woman's lips, cheeks, and neck with kisses. "Mine... All mine...~!"

Another sound of pleasure escaped Szavir's lips, feeling his unfertilised clutch push through the connecting space between his abdomen and long, insect cock.

"I'll make you so beautiful, my Ruby," he murmured, placing a hand to her cheek in a loving, soothing gesture, telling her of what was about to come.

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Ruby loudly groaned, the sound rumbling deep from with her chest as her innards were abused to better accommodate the alien like appendage infiltrating her body. Her arms tightened around Szavir's midsection though her hands stayed on his abdomen, feeling the way it shifted beneath her fingertips.

Her breath hitched mid exhale, shuddering as her lungs allowed the air to pass her lips after the momentary pause.

"Y-yours..." She softly whined out, shifting slightly while under Szavir as eggs began to steadily get pushed into her womb, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around the long shifting intrusion. The feeling was like nothing she'd experienced before, and she couldn't help but try to adjust a little while trying to get accustomed to the feeling.

She stilled and met Szavir's gaze when his hand settled on her cheek. She gently pressed into the touch, blinking up at him with flushed cheeks and eyes hazy with lust spurred on by his doing.

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A Hunter at Her Worst ~ Open Starter

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Ruby's face was flushed with rosy pink as she stumbled her way through the woods that she swore she knew like the back of her hand, the moon's light her guide through the darkness. Her breath reeked with the sharp scent of alcohol and her steps were more of a shuffle than the confident gait she usually used as she made her way towards her cabin through trees and overgrown shrubbery. She could've taken the nice dirt trail- should've taken it, really. It was free of the traps her compulsively paranoid hands laid along the rest of the forest floor, but she knew where they all were. At least that's what she thought, but alcohol addled brains weren't the best guides and taking the trail would have meant taking a longer, more winding path rather than the straight shot to her home.

She tugged the sides of a loose black coat closer together without actually securing the sides together. It concealed the gun and blessed dagger she always kept on her person. Her eyes squinted forwards, her eyes landing on the cabin she could just barely make out within the dark.

Before she could feel either annoyance or relief, her foot fell in the center of a bundle of chains that were expertly hidden under leaves, and she felt her legs fold from underneath her and her knees press against her chest as chains wrapped around her body in a loose tear drop shaped cage hanging from a sturdy branch. A bell attached to where the chains met the tree jangled to alert their hunter of her catch... which happened to be none other than the hunter herself.

She froze stiff for several long second, her eyes wide as her brain struggled to catch up to her body, but this worked to sober her up rather quickly. "Son of a bitch..." She hissed and pressed her legs outwards against the chains. The bell rattled louder as she struggled, slipping her arm out through a gap within the chains, trying to stretch her hand up high enough to reach the branch where the chain was secured to the tree, "Please, fucking... just..." She huffed in frustration. She grabbed at the silver chains with her other hand, pushing them away from her face as she looked up to the jingling bell -a bell that she had picked out- that seemed to now mock her predicament, "Can you SHUT the hell up!?" She spat at the inanimate object.

She grit her teeth. She wasn't making any progress like this... and to make matters worse the chains were blessed to burn any demonic creature that was unlucky enough to stumble into the trap. It didn't burn her, but it would irritate her skin if left in here long enough, and... well, she wasn't sure how long it'd be until someone found her here.

She laid back against the chains before she tilted her head to look at the forest floor. Here, the sadistic hunter sat suspended in the air within her own trap...

[mory-the-merry]

The order was clear: find the hunter known as Ruby and enlist her help.

It couldn't have been more clear. It also couldn't have come at a better time for Miss Moral, who needed to leave her temple and leave it quickly; some people didn't take too well to losing games of chance but ESPECIALLY those of the cloth. Who knew that they'd been cheated but just couldn't prove how the half-divine had done it. Not a problem. Moral didn't care to spend time in sour company and she left as soon as she was given instructions, off on her first mission in months. She didn't expect much, not from someone who lived out in the woods, but still, tracking this Ruby woman down and watching her imbibe CHEAP alcohol, just to go stumbling back through the woods and get caught up in her own traps ... it would've been a mercy to the temple if Moral left the woman hanging there to starve and reported back that she hadn't found her. But it would've meant further delays in payment for Moral. With a heavy sigh, the woman stepped out from the trees and approached the hunter; wrapped up like a piece of meat, left out to dry. "This isn't a common occurrence, is it?" She questioned as she walked out into the small shards of moonlight; a light cloak of golden fabric around her otherwise bare shoulders in a shade that almost matched her yellow hair, accessorized with a permanently blooming pure white flower. "Because if it is, I don't think you're fit to catch much more than a cold." The half-divine - what some might call an angel, what others called a demi-god, what Moral personally chose not to comment on - was chubby and short, almost cherubic, and wrapped in a pareo while she stood below Ruby and gazed judgmentally at her predicament. Her big brown eyes had no mercy as they accessed the trap, but she did manage a nice comment. "Did you, uh," Moral waved her hand towards Ruby. "Do whatever to these chains? It's pretty nice work. Any other beast would be snarling in pain." "But you're the beast today." The woman giggled and shook her head.

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Ruby's deep grey eyes noted movement just beyond her clear field of vision. Her head snapped to the figure, eyes narrowing at the angelic looking woman. The instinctive anger that burned in her eyes petered out into surprised caution as she blinked. The chains and bell clinked and jingled as the woman shifted herself around about as gracefully as a fish on land to face the yellow haired woman below her. There was obviously something divine about this creature, and that put Ruby on edge more than a ten-foot demon would have in this situation.

Her lips hung in a deep frown as she endured the teasing, but it marginally lessened at the... what she could almost swear was a compliment.

"I did, yes. Their imbued with holy energy and made from substances many monsters are known to be weak to, but I don't make a habit out of... uh, 'testing them out' this thoroughly, no." Ruby answered with a scowl, "Is it a common occurrence for you to stalk people? How long have you been watching me?" She asked, accusation edging into her tone. "And are you planning to help me out of here or did you come out of the shadows purely to taunt me?" She asked with more boldness than she felt. If there was one thing that could make her faulter, it was angelic forces. They were, generally, stronger than her and she knew she deserved their wrath. There had been many an innocent target that ended up on the wrong end of Ruby's blade and while the woman carried guilt from these actions, could she truly say she regretted it when she knew deep down in her heart she would do them all over again if good enough opportunity presented itself?

Her eyes stared down at the woman, eyes burning into the other woman with faked confidence.

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Moral was used to people responding that way; as the so-called 'demons' were hated, then so was anything vaguely divine revered.

She couldn't claim that she disliked this ALL the time but, right now, it didn't seem necessary. Getting the hunter down, with minimal damage, did.

"You're rude, too." Moral remarked with a bored tone, circling Ruby to examine the trap and avoid getting up in it; her mana was tested enough by being out of the temple, she didn't need to risk it further. Each step that this woman took in her sandals, a requirement for traveling to malicious lands, it was another step closer to her convincing herself to leave Ruby to hang. One only needed to glance and see that this would be a headache of a situation; no delight or power to be found here. Okay, she wasn't doing any better back at the temple, but ...

It couldn't be avoided any longer. Moral had to do her job. "I've been following you since the sun set to ask for your assistance, hunter, and bring a job from the islands. There are rewards but you might prefer to discuss those on the ground."

"How is someone meant to get out of this trap?" She asked; still not sounding like the most motivated of messengers but, honestly, who could be? This wasn't any kind of 'punishment' or retribution of crimes for Ruby, the creature might be unholy but the gods had no desire to strike her down, so Moral was here, in this context, as an equal.

An equal to someone who got drunk and fell into her own traps. It was amusing ... and Moral did wish she could play with Ruby a second more, but she wouldn't.

Not unless Ruby earned it.

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"You're not much nicer..." Ruby retorted, her head swiveling to keep Moral in her sights.

Ruby's eyes narrowed at the idea that this woman brought with her a job opportunity. It felt odd coming from something other than the usual haunted human or magic user that needed some questionable items for an even more questionable spell, but Ruby wasn't one to worry all that much about such details. If this lady had a job for her, she'd most likely take it if for no other reason than to have something to do.

She sighed and looked up. She stuck her arm out between the chains to point at the part where chain connected with the tree above her head, "You have to untangle the chains from the branch and once I'm on the ground, you'll have to pull the sides of the 'net' away from each other so I can get out easier," She stated. Technically, she could crawl out on her own if the trap was simply let down, but it'd take a while and be quite the struggle... She wished to spare herself the indignity of having to do that infront of company.

She looked back down at the other woman, slipping her arm back into her trap so it could rest at her side, "... You can climb a tree, right? Or maybe... fly?" She squinted. The woman's attire didn't seem all that fit for tree climbing.

[mory-the-merry]

Well, she wasn't trying to be any nicer so that checked out, but Moral did bow her head to acknowledge the comment. "Sorry. This situation is unusual, catching a hunter in a trap." "Even you have to admit that," she hummed smugly at Ruby, and began consider how to assist. In truthfulness, she'd hoped that this woman would have an easy way to get out; they didn't need to waste more time. However, her help was required and, for the most part, politely requested. Moral listened, nodding, while watching and observing this very complicated setup. Undoubtedly, it was secure. From anyone aside from Moral. "No, climbing isn't my thing and I leave flying to the birds and clouds. I'll see if I can't find a nicer way to help you." Moral replied with a humorous tone as she reached a hand up to touch the chains, directly underneath Ruby. The things that were fascinating about the 'angels' from the island, they had magic, and they could manipulate it in everything. A wicked person might choose to drain it from something, or corrupt it with dark spirits, but a GOOD PERSON like Moral, well, they would never. Instead, she encouraged the chains, bending them out of their shape with a simple exhale of her mana, her powers. The ones that she ran her fingers over unhooked from each other and, suddenly, the trap was no trap - dropping its prey onto the ground. Looking down at Ruby, the woman smirked, then extended her hand to the fallen hunter. "There was a lot of mana flowing through those chains, I'm surprised. I didn't think a ... a demon could manage that," Moral remarked - a snarky compliment.

More snark than compliment.

"It's nice to see you outside of that trap."

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby frowned at the angelic being's words. She tilted her head as she watched as the other woman touched the chains below her body, ''Right. Well, whatever you decide to do, can you hurry it up? I don't think either of us want to be wa-AAHH!" Her voice cut off as she suddenly dropped from the net, crashing onto the ground with a hard thud before she could have understood what the other woman had been doing.

Ruby groaned, pressing her eyes shut tight. She rolled onto her side to press and rub her palm against her back, "Ow," She hissed, her tone near accusatory as her eyes gave Moral a pointed look, even though this would have been the outcome whether Moral followed Ruby's instructions or not.

"A bit of warning would have been nice..." Ruby slowly sat up. She eyed the hand offered her a moment before glancing to the side. She ignored it as she moved to push to push herself to her feet on her own, "Don't call me that. I'm only that in part..." She murmured, dusting herself off as she looked down at herself, now sore from her landing.

"Now, would you like to run by me what you want my help with? You need some demons killed, I assume? Or... something killed?" She asked, eyes now returning to Moral.

[mory-the-merry]

No real damage was done, Moral knew that, and if a bent pride was the only injury, then Miss Ruby should consider herself lucky in this encounter.

Though it had only just begun.

Moral smirked all the more when her hand was rejected; some people, and especially the uptight warriors at the temple, might've been offended but she admired Ruby's spirit. It'd be very helpful in these coming days. This approaching challenge.

"Sorry," she lied, "I forgot to. I'll remember better next time."

Was that an implication that Ruby would be foolish enough to find herself in another trap? Rude - very rude. An attitude that was becoming increasingly normal with this supposed angel.

"Some things must be killed; several dark entities attacking the island chain that I call home. When we reached out to others for help, many of them recommended you ..." Moral's eyes trailed over Ruby, showing clear disbelief. "I hope you clean up well. You look like even small monsters could eat you in a single bite," said the short woman.

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's brows furrowed into a short-lived glare at the implication. Her expression then morphed into one of intrigue, "Really? Well, it seems my reputation proceeds me. How nice," She gave a small hum of a laugh, her eyes flickering off to the side. She was a little surprised to hear that her name had spread so far, not because she didn't do a good job, but she simply hadn't considered that any of the people she did business with would recommend her for what sounded like such a high-profile job. She didn't stay in the loop, really she didn't know about any other hunters besides herself, but surely there was better? Perhaps not... That idea gave Ruby a bit of an ego boost.

She looked back at Moral, crossing her arms over her chest, "Maybe I look that way, but you look like a pleasant, intelligent woman. Obviously, looks can be deceiving," Ruby shot back with a slight sneer. She tapped the tip of her boot against the ground as she shifted to rest her weight on the balls of her feet.

Her voice fell into something more serious, the edge of sass almost entirely disappearing from her tone, "What do you mean by 'dark entities' exactly? Demons, ghosts, vampires? If you want them gone, I need details."

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's touch grew bolder as she allowed her hands to rest more heavily on the bug like abdomen, feeling as much of it as she could reach from her position.

She tilted her head, heavy, shaky breaths hitting Szavir's face as she whined in pleasure. Her eyes flickered to the wings that wrapped around her. Even sober she couldn't deny their beauty, at least not in her own head, but in this state? They looked glorious. They were blankets made of silk and stardust as far as she was concerned.

She jerked lightly as Szavir's cock reached deep into her body, her fingers curling into fists against his abdomen as her eyes briefly became unfocused, "Holy..." She murmured in an unfinished curse, breath shuttering as she unbaled her fists, straightening her fingers out and laying her hands back on his abdomen.

"I-I feel you, Szavir... Feels... feels amazing..." She shakily assured, laying a light peck to his jaw, "Don't stop. Cl-claim me. I..." She hesitated finishing the sentence, a feeling of wrongness causing her momentary pause before the current moment's pleasure overrode the distant knowledge these words were reserved for someone they could no longer be uttered to, "... I'm yours..!~" She announced, something akin to guilt prickling her heart, but it was such a vague feeling she was able to ignore it without much trouble.

[fyeahocprompts]

how does your oc react to someone crying in front of them?

[a-target-acquired]

Depends if she's the reason their crying or not. If she is the reason for their tears, she's usually grinning ear to ear like the psycho she is and encouraging them to cry harder, taunting and mocking them while she's... probably basically torturing them.

If she's not the reason for their tears, unless she knows them or something about their situation reminds her of herself, she'll ignore them.

If she decides not to ignore them, she's probably crouched down next to them, speaking in a gentle voice as she tries to get to the bottom of what's wrong and why they're crying. If she wants to help them, she already cares about them, or at the very least has a good deal of empathy for them.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's legs parted to make things easier, her breath sharply hitching as she felt the very tip of Szavir's cock touch her folds. Her hands tightened around his sides before she gentled them, mindful not to hurt him. She lightly rubbed his sides just in case she had hurt him at all. She wasn't as cruel or rough of a person when in this sort of situation, far from it actually. The idea of hurting Szavir now seemed like a ridiculous thought.

She closed her eyes, a muffled moan vibrating against Szavir's mouth. Her hips impatiently shifted, wishing to fully meet the appendage that teased at her entrance.

She opened her eyes as she looked up at Szavir, her palish skin flushed red. "Yo-you're so cruel..." She whined, having no idea in this moment how far his cruelty truly went, "Pl-please..." She breathed, her hands splaying over his sides to hold him close, "... Put your cock inside me. Fuck me. Please," Her lips meaningfully pressed against his, "I need it. M-more than I need anything," She breathily whined against him. The pheromones and Ruby's desperate need for touch and connection, even if faked, spoke completely for her now, her usually reasoning no where to be found within her grey eyes.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

Szavir's thighs and abdomen trembled at the woman's touch, and his claws slowly, tenderly, traced her shoulder blade.

"Ruby..."

The moth demon returned the kiss, moaning into her as his cock entered with a full-body motion, a wave against Ruby's body.

"You feel so wonderful..." Szavir breathed, the woman's entrance clenching around his cock as it wormed its way further, throbbing heavily against her warm, slick walls.

"That's it, my dear — take me, take my cock inside you...!"

[a-target-acquired]

A pleasured cry ripped from Ruby's lips and into the demon's. She arched her body upwards against Szavir, pressing into him while he pushed into her.

"Fuck..." She panted. Her arms encircled Szavir's torso right below where his wings connected to his back, hugging him against her body as it trembled at the feeling of having something so warm and foreign inside it.

She panted, eyes fluttering as she looked up into eyes that it was hard to imagine she had wanted to pluck out when they looked so wonderful right where they were. "Sz-Szavir~" She whined and began planting a few messy, desperate kisses over his lips and cheeks.

She paused the kisses to tilt her head back a little, "I'll take it. A-all of it...!'' She huffed out. Her fingers shifted down slightly to briefly ghost over the spot where the bug like abdomen the demon possessed met the rest of his body, "Oh~ Please...~ You're so beautiful.~ I need every bit of you..."

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's legs parted to make things easier, her breath sharply hitching as she felt the very tip of Szavir's cock touch her folds. Her hands tightened around his sides before she gentled them, mindful not to hurt him. She lightly rubbed his sides just in case she had hurt him at all. She wasn't as cruel or rough of a person when in this sort of situation, far from it actually. The idea of hurting Szavir now seemed like a ridiculous thought.

She closed her eyes, a muffled moan vibrating against Szavir's mouth. Her hips impatiently shifted, wishing to fully meet the appendage that teased at her entrance.

She opened her eyes as she looked up at Szavir, her palish skin flushed red. "Yo-you're so cruel..." She whined, having no idea in this moment how far his cruelty truly went, "Pl-please..." She breathed, her hands splaying over his sides to hold him close, "... Put your cock inside me. Fuck me. Please," Her lips meaningfully pressed against his, "I need it. M-more than I need anything," She breathily whined against him. The pheromones and Ruby's desperate need for touch and connection, even if faked, spoke completely for her now, her usually reasoning no where to be found within her grey eyes.

[a-target-acquired]

A Hunter at Her Worst ~ Open Starter

{Anyone is allowed to respond}

Ruby's face was flushed with rosy pink as she stumbled her way through the woods that she swore she knew like the back of her hand, the moon's light her guide through the darkness. Her breath reeked with the sharp scent of alcohol and her steps were more of a shuffle than the confident gait she usually used as she made her way towards her cabin through trees and overgrown shrubbery. She could've taken the nice dirt trail- should've taken it, really. It was free of the traps her compulsively paranoid hands laid along the rest of the forest floor, but she knew where they all were. At least that's what she thought, but alcohol addled brains weren't the best guides and taking the trail would have meant taking a longer, more winding path rather than the straight shot to her home.

She tugged the sides of a loose black coat closer together without actually securing the sides together. It concealed the gun and blessed dagger she always kept on her person. Her eyes squinted forwards, her eyes landing on the cabin she could just barely make out within the dark.

Before she could feel either annoyance or relief, her foot fell in the center of a bundle of chains that were expertly hidden under leaves, and she felt her legs fold from underneath her and her knees press against her chest as chains wrapped around her body in a loose tear drop shaped cage hanging from a sturdy branch. A bell attached to where the chains met the tree jangled to alert their hunter of her catch... which happened to be none other than the hunter herself.

She froze stiff for several long second, her eyes wide as her brain struggled to catch up to her body, but this worked to sober her up rather quickly. "Son of a bitch..." She hissed and pressed her legs outwards against the chains. The bell rattled louder as she struggled, slipping her arm out through a gap within the chains, trying to stretch her hand up high enough to reach the branch where the chain was secured to the tree, "Please, fucking... just..." She huffed in frustration. She grabbed at the silver chains with her other hand, pushing them away from her face as she looked up to the jingling bell -a bell that she had picked out- that seemed to now mock her predicament, "Can you SHUT the hell up!?" She spat at the inanimate object.

She grit her teeth. She wasn't making any progress like this... and to make matters worse the chains were blessed to burn any demonic creature that was unlucky enough to stumble into the trap. It didn't burn her, but it would irritate her skin if left in here long enough, and... well, she wasn't sure how long it'd be until someone found her here.

She laid back against the chains before she tilted her head to look at the forest floor. Here, the sadistic hunter sat suspended in the air within her own trap...

[mory-the-merry]

The order was clear: find the hunter known as Ruby and enlist her help.

It couldn't have been more clear. It also couldn't have come at a better time for Miss Moral, who needed to leave her temple and leave it quickly; some people didn't take too well to losing games of chance but ESPECIALLY those of the cloth. Who knew that they'd been cheated but just couldn't prove how the half-divine had done it. Not a problem. Moral didn't care to spend time in sour company and she left as soon as she was given instructions, off on her first mission in months. She didn't expect much, not from someone who lived out in the woods, but still, tracking this Ruby woman down and watching her imbibe CHEAP alcohol, just to go stumbling back through the woods and get caught up in her own traps ... it would've been a mercy to the temple if Moral left the woman hanging there to starve and reported back that she hadn't found her. But it would've meant further delays in payment for Moral. With a heavy sigh, the woman stepped out from the trees and approached the hunter; wrapped up like a piece of meat, left out to dry. "This isn't a common occurrence, is it?" She questioned as she walked out into the small shards of moonlight; a light cloak of golden fabric around her otherwise bare shoulders in a shade that almost matched her yellow hair, accessorized with a permanently blooming pure white flower. "Because if it is, I don't think you're fit to catch much more than a cold." The half-divine - what some might call an angel, what others called a demi-god, what Moral personally chose not to comment on - was chubby and short, almost cherubic, and wrapped in a pareo while she stood below Ruby and gazed judgmentally at her predicament. Her big brown eyes had no mercy as they accessed the trap, but she did manage a nice comment. "Did you, uh," Moral waved her hand towards Ruby. "Do whatever to these chains? It's pretty nice work. Any other beast would be snarling in pain." "But you're the beast today." The woman giggled and shook her head.

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's deep grey eyes noted movement just beyond her clear field of vision. Her head snapped to the figure, eyes narrowing at the angelic looking woman. The instinctive anger that burned in her eyes petered out into surprised caution as she blinked. The chains and bell clinked and jingled as the woman shifted herself around about as gracefully as a fish on land to face the yellow haired woman below her. There was obviously something divine about this creature, and that put Ruby on edge more than a ten-foot demon would have in this situation.

Her lips hung in a deep frown as she endured the teasing, but it marginally lessened at the... what she could almost swear was a compliment.

"I did, yes. Their imbued with holy energy and made from substances many monsters are known to be weak to, but I don't make a habit out of... uh, 'testing them out' this thoroughly, no." Ruby answered with a scowl, "Is it a common occurrence for you to stalk people? How long have you been watching me?" She asked, accusation edging into her tone. "And are you planning to help me out of here or did you come out of the shadows purely to taunt me?" She asked with more boldness than she felt. If there was one thing that could make her faulter, it was angelic forces. They were, generally, stronger than her and she knew she deserved their wrath. There had been many an innocent target that ended up on the wrong end of Ruby's blade and while the woman carried guilt from these actions, could she truly say she regretted it when she knew deep down in her heart she would do them all over again if good enough opportunity presented itself?

Her eyes stared down at the woman, eyes burning into the other woman with faked confidence.

[mory-the-merry]

Moral was used to people responding that way; as the so-called 'demons' were hated, then so was anything vaguely divine revered.

She couldn't claim that she disliked this ALL the time but, right now, it didn't seem necessary. Getting the hunter down, with minimal damage, did.

"You're rude, too." Moral remarked with a bored tone, circling Ruby to examine the trap and avoid getting up in it; her mana was tested enough by being out of the temple, she didn't need to risk it further. Each step that this woman took in her sandals, a requirement for traveling to malicious lands, it was another step closer to her convincing herself to leave Ruby to hang. One only needed to glance and see that this would be a headache of a situation; no delight or power to be found here. Okay, she wasn't doing any better back at the temple, but ...

It couldn't be avoided any longer. Moral had to do her job. "I've been following you since the sun set to ask for your assistance, hunter, and bring a job from the islands. There are rewards but you might prefer to discuss those on the ground."

"How is someone meant to get out of this trap?" She asked; still not sounding like the most motivated of messengers but, honestly, who could be? This wasn't any kind of 'punishment' or retribution of crimes for Ruby, the creature might be unholy but the gods had no desire to strike her down, so Moral was here, in this context, as an equal.

An equal to someone who got drunk and fell into her own traps. It was amusing ... and Moral did wish she could play with Ruby a second more, but she wouldn't.

Not unless Ruby earned it.

[a-target-acquired]

"You're not much nicer..." Ruby retorted, her head swiveling to keep Moral in her sights.

Ruby's eyes narrowed at the idea that this woman brought with her a job opportunity. It felt odd coming from something other than the usual haunted human or magic user that needed some questionable items for an even more questionable spell, but Ruby wasn't one to worry all that much about such details. If this lady had a job for her, she'd most likely take it if for no other reason than to have something to do.

She sighed and looked up. She stuck her arm out between the chains to point at the part where chain connected with the tree above her head, "You have to untangle the chains from the branch and once I'm on the ground, you'll have to pull the sides of the 'net' away from each other so I can get out easier," She stated. Technically, she could crawl out on her own if the trap was simply let down, but it'd take a while and be quite the struggle... She wished to spare herself the indignity of having to do that infront of company.

She looked back down at the other woman, slipping her arm back into her trap so it could rest at her side, "... You can climb a tree, right? Or maybe... fly?" She squinted. The woman's attire didn't seem all that fit for tree climbing.

[mory-the-merry]

Well, she wasn't trying to be any nicer so that checked out, but Moral did bow her head to acknowledge the comment. "Sorry. This situation is unusual, catching a hunter in a trap." "Even you have to admit that," she hummed smugly at Ruby, and began consider how to assist. In truthfulness, she'd hoped that this woman would have an easy way to get out; they didn't need to waste more time. However, her help was required and, for the most part, politely requested. Moral listened, nodding, while watching and observing this very complicated setup. Undoubtedly, it was secure. From anyone aside from Moral. "No, climbing isn't my thing and I leave flying to the birds and clouds. I'll see if I can't find a nicer way to help you." Moral replied with a humorous tone as she reached a hand up to touch the chains, directly underneath Ruby. The things that were fascinating about the 'angels' from the island, they had magic, and they could manipulate it in everything. A wicked person might choose to drain it from something, or corrupt it with dark spirits, but a GOOD PERSON like Moral, well, they would never. Instead, she encouraged the chains, bending them out of their shape with a simple exhale of her mana, her powers. The ones that she ran her fingers over unhooked from each other and, suddenly, the trap was no trap - dropping its prey onto the ground. Looking down at Ruby, the woman smirked, then extended her hand to the fallen hunter. "There was a lot of mana flowing through those chains, I'm surprised. I didn't think a ... a demon could manage that," Moral remarked - a snarky compliment.

More snark than compliment.

"It's nice to see you outside of that trap."

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby frowned at the angelic being's words. She tilted her head as she watched as the other woman touched the chains below her body, ''Right. Well, whatever you decide to do, can you hurry it up? I don't think either of us want to be wa-AAHH!" Her voice cut off as she suddenly dropped from the net, crashing onto the ground with a hard thud before she could have understood what the other woman had been doing.

Ruby groaned, pressing her eyes shut tight. She rolled onto her side to press and rub her palm against her back, "Ow," She hissed, her tone near accusatory as her eyes gave Moral a pointed look, even though this would have been the outcome whether Moral followed Ruby's instructions or not.

"A bit of warning would have been nice..." Ruby slowly sat up. She eyed the hand offered her a moment before glancing to the side. She ignored it as she moved to push to push herself to her feet on her own, "Don't call me that. I'm only that in part..." She murmured, dusting herself off as she looked down at herself, now sore from her landing.

"Now, would you like to run by me what you want my help with? You need some demons killed, I assume? Or... something killed?" She asked, eyes now returning to Moral.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

A soft, near silent laugh left Ruby's lips at the joke, a bit surprised by the demon's boldness to joke so openly about what she assumed related to her career of selling off the parts of demons. Such a part most likely would sell for a generous amount, but such considerations were so far from Ruby's mind that she only vaguely noted such a thing to herself.

Her eyes watched as the demonic body part in question slink its way into view. "Y-yes..." She murmured out without much thought. She understood as well as him which part of herself he was referring to, but knew some part of herself wanted this... why else would she still be here otherwise? Why else would she be letting this take place? She didn't feel afraid and the blood lust that usually spurred on many of her actions, for now, seemed to be quiet. "... Yes, I do..." She affirmed just as softly.

Her palm gingerly slid up the length of the ovipositor, wanting to feel the weight of it in her palm. Her breath hitching as she imagined that thing inside of her body. "You've quite the... the equipment..." She commented and looked up again to the demon's face, eyes flickering over his features as her thoughts wadded through a sea of pheromones, "What... um, what was your name again..?" She asked when she tried and failed to put a name to the face she gazed upon.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

"You haven't seen anything yet," Szavir said with a purr. Some time later, whenever Ruby will become her old self, she just might try and cut up Szavir again. Of course, that moment was far away. Szavir was deep in his element, prideful and vain, surrounded by hundreds of his powerful, darling insects, with the hunter right where he wanted her. He was truly unafraid -- the only reason he even felt to joke about such a morbid thing. Any other time, and the moth demon would be mentally destroyed if anything were to happen to his beautiful ovipositor and eggs.

Ruby's touch made Szavir shudder, the revealed portion of his alien cock throbbing against the woman's palm.

The moth demon's eyes shone in surprise, "Oh? Did I never introduce myself? How awfully rude of me...~" It was natural he wouldn't give his name to his kidnapper, but with the situation now reversed... Wearing a seductive grin, Szavir placed a clawed hand to his furry chest, and spread his wings out in a beautiful display.

"I am Szavir, the Lord of Insects. And you, my dear Ruby, aren't going anywhere...~" And with the air thick in intoxicating pheromones... why would she ever want to?

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's eyes were drawn to the wings spread out before her. Even when not drunk off demon insect pheromones she thought the body parts pretty. Which was the same reason she had kept the wing she managed to tear off during their previous encounter. It made a nice wall decoration in her opinion.

"Szavir, ey? That's a... less exotic name than I had thought you'd have. Kind of expected you to have some... some hard to pronounce five syllable noise jumble," She lightly teased in that same softer, breathy voice that betrayed her mind's state, her brain failing to recognize the hint of sinister intent that may have been behind that last oddly placed statement. Leaving, at this point, was hardly an option with how affected she was.

Her hand slid up to the tip of who she now knew to be Szavir's cock, her thumb teasing the tip of it while her other hand rested on his leg, her breaths shaky and a bit shallow, "Sz-Szavir is a nice name though..." She murmured.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

A low chuckle rumbled from Szavir's throat at Ruby's comment. "Not all demon names are the same," he said. "Many have changed throughout centuries, as have mine."

He shivered against her teasing, a barely audible moan slipping past his lips as he revealed more of his segmented cock. Slick with aphrodisiac, the tapered end pressed against the woman's thumb in a kiss, and Szavir's effeminate eyes stared in intimacy.

"Ruby..." He leaned in, lips grazing against hers once again. "Tell me how much you want it... how much you want me..."

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby hummed, slowly blinking up at Szavir. She wondered what other names he had before it changed to the current one.

An easy smile spread further across her lips as she met Szavir's gaze. He was rather responsive, and it only enhanced her own feelings, her inner things growling slick with warmth and heat.

Her fingers danced over the segments of the ovipositor before moving to rest on his other thigh while he leaned down. Her eyes fluttered at the light kiss, feeling his breath mingle with her own. "So much..." She breathed out in an almost whine, hands trailing up to the demon's sides, "... I want you so badly... more than I've wanted anything in years. I... I need this... Need you," Her hands lightly squeezed his sides, "Don't make me beg for this..."

[a-target-acquired]

A Hunter at Her Worst ~ Open Starter

{Anyone is allowed to respond}

Ruby's face was flushed with rosy pink as she stumbled her way through the woods that she swore she knew like the back of her hand, the moon's light her guide through the darkness. Her breath reeked with the sharp scent of alcohol and her steps were more of a shuffle than the confident gait she usually used as she made her way towards her cabin through trees and overgrown shrubbery. She could've taken the nice dirt trail- should've taken it, really. It was free of the traps her compulsively paranoid hands laid along the rest of the forest floor, but she knew where they all were. At least that's what she thought, but alcohol addled brains weren't the best guides and taking the trail would have meant taking a longer, more winding path rather than the straight shot to her home.

She tugged the sides of a loose black coat closer together without actually securing the sides together. It concealed the gun and blessed dagger she always kept on her person. Her eyes squinted forwards, her eyes landing on the cabin she could just barely make out within the dark.

Before she could feel either annoyance or relief, her foot fell in the center of a bundle of chains that were expertly hidden under leaves, and she felt her legs fold from underneath her and her knees press against her chest as chains wrapped around her body in a loose tear drop shaped cage hanging from a sturdy branch. A bell attached to where the chains met the tree jangled to alert their hunter of her catch... which happened to be none other than the hunter herself.

She froze stiff for several long second, her eyes wide as her brain struggled to catch up to her body, but this worked to sober her up rather quickly. "Son of a bitch..." She hissed and pressed her legs outwards against the chains. The bell rattled louder as she struggled, slipping her arm out through a gap within the chains, trying to stretch her hand up high enough to reach the branch where the chain was secured to the tree, "Please, fucking... just..." She huffed in frustration. She grabbed at the silver chains with her other hand, pushing them away from her face as she looked up to the jingling bell -a bell that she had picked out- that seemed to now mock her predicament, "Can you SHUT the hell up!?" She spat at the inanimate object.

She grit her teeth. She wasn't making any progress like this... and to make matters worse the chains were blessed to burn any demonic creature that was unlucky enough to stumble into the trap. It didn't burn her, but it would irritate her skin if left in here long enough, and... well, she wasn't sure how long it'd be until someone found her here.

She laid back against the chains before she tilted her head to look at the forest floor. Here, the sadistic hunter sat suspended in the air within her own trap...

[mory-the-merry]

The order was clear: find the hunter known as Ruby and enlist her help.

It couldn't have been more clear. It also couldn't have come at a better time for Miss Moral, who needed to leave her temple and leave it quickly; some people didn't take too well to losing games of chance but ESPECIALLY those of the cloth. Who knew that they'd been cheated but just couldn't prove how the half-divine had done it. Not a problem. Moral didn't care to spend time in sour company and she left as soon as she was given instructions, off on her first mission in months. She didn't expect much, not from someone who lived out in the woods, but still, tracking this Ruby woman down and watching her imbibe CHEAP alcohol, just to go stumbling back through the woods and get caught up in her own traps ... it would've been a mercy to the temple if Moral left the woman hanging there to starve and reported back that she hadn't found her. But it would've meant further delays in payment for Moral. With a heavy sigh, the woman stepped out from the trees and approached the hunter; wrapped up like a piece of meat, left out to dry. "This isn't a common occurrence, is it?" She questioned as she walked out into the small shards of moonlight; a light cloak of golden fabric around her otherwise bare shoulders in a shade that almost matched her yellow hair, accessorized with a permanently blooming pure white flower. "Because if it is, I don't think you're fit to catch much more than a cold." The half-divine - what some might call an angel, what others called a demi-god, what Moral personally chose not to comment on - was chubby and short, almost cherubic, and wrapped in a pareo while she stood below Ruby and gazed judgmentally at her predicament. Her big brown eyes had no mercy as they accessed the trap, but she did manage a nice comment. "Did you, uh," Moral waved her hand towards Ruby. "Do whatever to these chains? It's pretty nice work. Any other beast would be snarling in pain." "But you're the beast today." The woman giggled and shook her head.

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's deep grey eyes noted movement just beyond her clear field of vision. Her head snapped to the figure, eyes narrowing at the angelic looking woman. The instinctive anger that burned in her eyes petered out into surprised caution as she blinked. The chains and bell clinked and jingled as the woman shifted herself around about as gracefully as a fish on land to face the yellow haired woman below her. There was obviously something divine about this creature, and that put Ruby on edge more than a ten-foot demon would have in this situation.

Her lips hung in a deep frown as she endured the teasing, but it marginally lessened at the... what she could almost swear was a compliment.

"I did, yes. Their imbued with holy energy and made from substances many monsters are known to be weak to, but I don't make a habit out of... uh, 'testing them out' this thoroughly, no." Ruby answered with a scowl, "Is it a common occurrence for you to stalk people? How long have you been watching me?" She asked, accusation edging into her tone. "And are you planning to help me out of here or did you come out of the shadows purely to taunt me?" She asked with more boldness than she felt. If there was one thing that could make her faulter, it was angelic forces. They were, generally, stronger than her and she knew she deserved their wrath. There had been many an innocent target that ended up on the wrong end of Ruby's blade and while the woman carried guilt from these actions, could she truly say she regretted it when she knew deep down in her heart she would do them all over again if good enough opportunity presented itself?

Her eyes stared down at the woman, eyes burning into the other woman with faked confidence.

[mory-the-merry]

Moral was used to people responding that way; as the so-called 'demons' were hated, then so was anything vaguely divine revered.

She couldn't claim that she disliked this ALL the time but, right now, it didn't seem necessary. Getting the hunter down, with minimal damage, did.

"You're rude, too." Moral remarked with a bored tone, circling Ruby to examine the trap and avoid getting up in it; her mana was tested enough by being out of the temple, she didn't need to risk it further. Each step that this woman took in her sandals, a requirement for traveling to malicious lands, it was another step closer to her convincing herself to leave Ruby to hang. One only needed to glance and see that this would be a headache of a situation; no delight or power to be found here. Okay, she wasn't doing any better back at the temple, but ...

It couldn't be avoided any longer. Moral had to do her job. "I've been following you since the sun set to ask for your assistance, hunter, and bring a job from the islands. There are rewards but you might prefer to discuss those on the ground."

"How is someone meant to get out of this trap?" She asked; still not sounding like the most motivated of messengers but, honestly, who could be? This wasn't any kind of 'punishment' or retribution of crimes for Ruby, the creature might be unholy but the gods had no desire to strike her down, so Moral was here, in this context, as an equal.

An equal to someone who got drunk and fell into her own traps. It was amusing ... and Moral did wish she could play with Ruby a second more, but she wouldn't.

Not unless Ruby earned it.

[a-target-acquired]

"You're not much nicer..." Ruby retorted, her head swiveling to keep Moral in her sights.

Ruby's eyes narrowed at the idea that this woman brought with her a job opportunity. It felt odd coming from something other than the usual haunted human or magic user that needed some questionable items for an even more questionable spell, but Ruby wasn't one to worry all that much about such details. If this lady had a job for her, she'd most likely take it if for no other reason than to have something to do.

She sighed and looked up. She stuck her arm out between the chains to point at the part where chain connected with the tree above her head, "You have to untangle the chains from the branch and once I'm on the ground, you'll have to pull the sides of the 'net' away from each other so I can get out easier," She stated. Technically, she could crawl out on her own if the trap was simply let down, but it'd take a while and be quite the struggle... She wished to spare herself the indignity of having to do that infront of company.

She looked back down at the other woman, slipping her arm back into her trap so it could rest at her side, "... You can climb a tree, right? Or maybe... fly?" She squinted. The woman's attire didn't seem all that fit for tree climbing.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

A soft, near silent laugh left Ruby's lips at the joke, a bit surprised by the demon's boldness to joke so openly about what she assumed related to her career of selling off the parts of demons. Such a part most likely would sell for a generous amount, but such considerations were so far from Ruby's mind that she only vaguely noted such a thing to herself.

Her eyes watched as the demonic body part in question slink its way into view. "Y-yes..." She murmured out without much thought. She understood as well as him which part of herself he was referring to, but knew some part of herself wanted this... why else would she still be here otherwise? Why else would she be letting this take place? She didn't feel afraid and the blood lust that usually spurred on many of her actions, for now, seemed to be quiet. "... Yes, I do..." She affirmed just as softly.

Her palm gingerly slid up the length of the ovipositor, wanting to feel the weight of it in her palm. Her breath hitching as she imagined that thing inside of her body. "You've quite the... the equipment..." She commented and looked up again to the demon's face, eyes flickering over his features as her thoughts wadded through a sea of pheromones, "What... um, what was your name again..?" She asked when she tried and failed to put a name to the face she gazed upon.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

"You haven't seen anything yet," Szavir said with a purr. Some time later, whenever Ruby will become her old self, she just might try and cut up Szavir again. Of course, that moment was far away. Szavir was deep in his element, prideful and vain, surrounded by hundreds of his powerful, darling insects, with the hunter right where he wanted her. He was truly unafraid -- the only reason he even felt to joke about such a morbid thing. Any other time, and the moth demon would be mentally destroyed if anything were to happen to his beautiful ovipositor and eggs.

Ruby's touch made Szavir shudder, the revealed portion of his alien cock throbbing against the woman's palm.

The moth demon's eyes shone in surprise, "Oh? Did I never introduce myself? How awfully rude of me...~" It was natural he wouldn't give his name to his kidnapper, but with the situation now reversed... Wearing a seductive grin, Szavir placed a clawed hand to his furry chest, and spread his wings out in a beautiful display.

"I am Szavir, the Lord of Insects. And you, my dear Ruby, aren't going anywhere...~" And with the air thick in intoxicating pheromones... why would she ever want to?

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's eyes were drawn to the wings spread out before her. Even when not drunk off demon insect pheromones she thought the body parts pretty. Which was the same reason she had kept the wing she managed to tear off during their previous encounter. It made a nice wall decoration in her opinion.

"Szavir, ey? That's a... less exotic name than I had thought you'd have. Kind of expected you to have some... some hard to pronounce five syllable noise jumble," She lightly teased in that same softer, breathy voice that betrayed her mind's state, her brain failing to recognize the hint of sinister intent that may have been behind that last oddly placed statement. Leaving, at this point, was hardly an option with how affected she was.

Her hand slid up to the tip of who she now knew to be Szavir's cock, her thumb teasing the tip of it while her other hand rested on his leg, her breaths shaky and a bit shallow, "Sz-Szavir is a nice name though..." She murmured.

[a-target-acquired]

A Hunter at Her Worst ~ Open Starter

{Anyone is allowed to respond}

Ruby's face was flushed with rosy pink as she stumbled her way through the woods that she swore she knew like the back of her hand, the moon's light her guide through the darkness. Her breath reeked with the sharp scent of alcohol and her steps were more of a shuffle than the confident gait she usually used as she made her way towards her cabin through trees and overgrown shrubbery. She could've taken the nice dirt trail- should've taken it, really. It was free of the traps her compulsively paranoid hands laid along the rest of the forest floor, but she knew where they all were. At least that's what she thought, but alcohol addled brains weren't the best guides and taking the trail would have meant taking a longer, more winding path rather than the straight shot to her home.

She tugged the sides of a loose black coat closer together without actually securing the sides together. It concealed the gun and blessed dagger she always kept on her person. Her eyes squinted forwards, her eyes landing on the cabin she could just barely make out within the dark.

Before she could feel either annoyance or relief, her foot fell in the center of a bundle of chains that were expertly hidden under leaves, and she felt her legs fold from underneath her and her knees press against her chest as chains wrapped around her body in a loose tear drop shaped cage hanging from a sturdy branch. A bell attached to where the chains met the tree jangled to alert their hunter of her catch... which happened to be none other than the hunter herself.

She froze stiff for several long second, her eyes wide as her brain struggled to catch up to her body, but this worked to sober her up rather quickly. "Son of a bitch..." She hissed and pressed her legs outwards against the chains. The bell rattled louder as she struggled, slipping her arm out through a gap within the chains, trying to stretch her hand up high enough to reach the branch where the chain was secured to the tree, "Please, fucking... just..." She huffed in frustration. She grabbed at the silver chains with her other hand, pushing them away from her face as she looked up to the jingling bell -a bell that she had picked out- that seemed to now mock her predicament, "Can you SHUT the hell up!?" She spat at the inanimate object.

She grit her teeth. She wasn't making any progress like this... and to make matters worse the chains were blessed to burn any demonic creature that was unlucky enough to stumble into the trap. It didn't burn her, but it would irritate her skin if left in here long enough, and... well, she wasn't sure how long it'd be until someone found her here.

She laid back against the chains before she tilted her head to look at the forest floor. Here, the sadistic hunter sat suspended in the air within her own trap...

[mory-the-merry]

The order was clear: find the hunter known as Ruby and enlist her help.

It couldn't have been more clear. It also couldn't have come at a better time for Miss Moral, who needed to leave her temple and leave it quickly; some people didn't take too well to losing games of chance but ESPECIALLY those of the cloth. Who knew that they'd been cheated but just couldn't prove how the half-divine had done it. Not a problem. Moral didn't care to spend time in sour company and she left as soon as she was given instructions, off on her first mission in months. She didn't expect much, not from someone who lived out in the woods, but still, tracking this Ruby woman down and watching her imbibe CHEAP alcohol, just to go stumbling back through the woods and get caught up in her own traps ... it would've been a mercy to the temple if Moral left the woman hanging there to starve and reported back that she hadn't found her. But it would've meant further delays in payment for Moral. With a heavy sigh, the woman stepped out from the trees and approached the hunter; wrapped up like a piece of meat, left out to dry. "This isn't a common occurrence, is it?" She questioned as she walked out into the small shards of moonlight; a light cloak of golden fabric around her otherwise bare shoulders in a shade that almost matched her yellow hair, accessorized with a permanently blooming pure white flower. "Because if it is, I don't think you're fit to catch much more than a cold." The half-divine - what some might call an angel, what others called a demi-god, what Moral personally chose not to comment on - was chubby and short, almost cherubic, and wrapped in a pareo while she stood below Ruby and gazed judgmentally at her predicament. Her big brown eyes had no mercy as they accessed the trap, but she did manage a nice comment. "Did you, uh," Moral waved her hand towards Ruby. "Do whatever to these chains? It's pretty nice work. Any other beast would be snarling in pain." "But you're the beast today." The woman giggled and shook her head.

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's deep grey eyes noted movement just beyond her clear field of vision. Her head snapped to the figure, eyes narrowing at the angelic looking woman. The instinctive anger that burned in her eyes petered out into surprised caution as she blinked. The chains and bell clinked and jingled as the woman shifted herself around about as gracefully as a fish on land to face the yellow haired woman below her. There was obviously something divine about this creature, and that put Ruby on edge more than a ten-foot demon would have in this situation.

Her lips hung in a deep frown as she endured the teasing, but it marginally lessened at the... what she could almost swear was a compliment.

"I did, yes. Their imbued with holy energy and made from substances many monsters are known to be weak to, but I don't make a habit out of... uh, 'testing them out' this thoroughly, no." Ruby answered with a scowl, "Is it a common occurrence for you to stalk people? How long have you been watching me?" She asked, accusation edging into her tone. "And are you planning to help me out of here or did you come out of the shadows purely to taunt me?" She asked with more boldness than she felt. If there was one thing that could make her faulter, it was angelic forces. They were, generally, stronger than her and she knew she deserved their wrath. There had been many an innocent target that ended up on the wrong end of Ruby's blade and while the woman carried guilt from these actions, could she truly say she regretted it when she knew deep down in her heart she would do them all over again if good enough opportunity presented itself?

Her eyes stared down at the woman, eyes burning into the other woman with faked confidence.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

A soft, near silent laugh left Ruby's lips at the joke, a bit surprised by the demon's boldness to joke so openly about what she assumed related to her career of selling off the parts of demons. Such a part most likely would sell for a generous amount, but such considerations were so far from Ruby's mind that she only vaguely noted such a thing to herself.

Her eyes watched as the demonic body part in question slink its way into view. "Y-yes..." She murmured out without much thought. She understood as well as him which part of herself he was referring to, but knew some part of herself wanted this... why else would she still be here otherwise? Why else would she be letting this take place? She didn't feel afraid and the blood lust that usually spurred on many of her actions, for now, seemed to be quiet. "... Yes, I do..." She affirmed just as softly.

Her palm gingerly slid up the length of the ovipositor, wanting to feel the weight of it in her palm. Her breath hitching as she imagined that thing inside of her body. "You've quite the... the equipment..." She commented and looked up again to the demon's face, eyes flickering over his features as her thoughts wadded through a sea of pheromones, "What... um, what was your name again..?" She asked when she tried and failed to put a name to the face she gazed upon.

[a-target-acquired]

A Hunter at Her Worst ~ Open Starter

{Anyone is allowed to respond}

Ruby's face was flushed with rosy pink as she stumbled her way through the woods that she swore she knew like the back of her hand, the moon's light her guide through the darkness. Her breath reeked with the sharp scent of alcohol and her steps were more of a shuffle than the confident gait she usually used as she made her way towards her cabin through trees and overgrown shrubbery. She could've taken the nice dirt trail- should've taken it, really. It was free of the traps her compulsively paranoid hands laid along the rest of the forest floor, but she knew where they all were. At least that's what she thought, but alcohol addled brains weren't the best guides and taking the trail would have meant taking a longer, more winding path rather than the straight shot to her home.

She tugged the sides of a loose black coat closer together without actually securing the sides together. It concealed the gun and blessed dagger she always kept on her person. Her eyes squinted forwards, her eyes landing on the cabin she could just barely make out within the dark.

Before she could feel either annoyance or relief, her foot fell in the center of a bundle of chains that were expertly hidden under leaves, and she felt her legs fold from underneath her and her knees press against her chest as chains wrapped around her body in a loose tear drop shaped cage hanging from a sturdy branch. A bell attached to where the chains met the tree jangled to alert their hunter of her catch... which happened to be none other than the hunter herself.

She froze stiff for several long second, her eyes wide as her brain struggled to catch up to her body, but this worked to sober her up rather quickly. "Son of a bitch..." She hissed and pressed her legs outwards against the chains. The bell rattled louder as she struggled, slipping her arm out through a gap within the chains, trying to stretch her hand up high enough to reach the branch where the chain was secured to the tree, "Please, fucking... just..." She huffed in frustration. She grabbed at the silver chains with her other hand, pushing them away from her face as she looked up to the jingling bell -a bell that she had picked out- that seemed to now mock her predicament, "Can you SHUT the hell up!?" She spat at the inanimate object.

She grit her teeth. She wasn't making any progress like this... and to make matters worse the chains were blessed to burn any demonic creature that was unlucky enough to stumble into the trap. It didn't burn her, but it would irritate her skin if left in here long enough, and... well, she wasn't sure how long it'd be until someone found her here.

She laid back against the chains before she tilted her head to look at the forest floor. Here, the sadistic hunter sat suspended in the air within her own trap...

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby briefly shut her eyes as soft fur tickled her chest. Her eyes fluttering back open as she felt Szavir's lips brushing against hers.

"I... yes, but I..." She tilted her head slightly to give a glance to the insects that were surrounding them. Having an audience to such an increasingly intimate moment should have made her highly uncomfortable, but the pheromones affecting her kept her panic from rising. Her eyes returned to the demon above her, pupils dilated and swallowing a fair bit of the grey in her eyes. Her own body ached to be touched, felt, embraced and the want only grew the longer she was in this position. Still her eyes flitted with the last lingering traces of worry as her mind fought so desperately to hold to her humanity.

She breathed out over his lips, her palm pressing flat to cup the demon's cheek, "I want to be perfect..." She softly murmured against his lips, "...happy..." She continued a hint louder, "... beautiful..." She agreed, raising her voice just above a whisper. She lifted her head to brush her lips more firmly against Szavir's as her thighs pressed together, feeling an aching heat low in her stomach.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

“Then let it out,” Szavir breathed before pressing his lips to hers, sealing the kiss. His claws began to explore the hunter’s body, teasing and playing with her chest, before moving downward to fiddle with her buckle and pants.

He swore under his breath at how annoying clothes were. Why humans had to wear them was beyond him. Demons didn’t have to worry about this sort of thing.

After what felt like far too long, Szavir flung Ruby’s belt aside, and went to work slicing and tearing at her pants and underwear. His ovipositor pulsed inside him impatiently, achingly.

As his claws worked, the moth demon feverishly kissed at Ruby’s lips and neck, “Beautiful… so beautiful… soon…!”

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's eyes flickered to the belt as she heard it clatter to the side, her dagger and only weapon stripped from her person. That little voice in the back of her mind told her to care as her fingers flexed against Szavir's face on instinct. Her eyes moved back to the demon atop her as her hands migrated down to his chest.

She arched slightly into the warmth of Szavir's body and touch. She tilted her head as he kissed at her skin, her hands exploring the fur of his chest and wrapping around to trace along his shoulders and back. Her fingers delicately brushed over the base of his wings, her fingers gentle and light now as they ran over the appendage, almost seemingly apologetic for their earlier brutality.

"Hah... It's been... awhile since I last did this with anyone..." She softly admitted, holding the demon close to herself, "... and I can't say I've ever done it with a demon before," She let out a soft laugh, a brief flicker of confusion and apprehension moved through her eyes at her own reminder that she was allowing a demon to get this close to her, but her thoughts clouded once again with the help of the ever present pheromones.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

Szavir’s wings shuddered at Ruby’s touch, and the softest of whines left his lips. It was either pleasure and understanding the woman’s silent apology, or some sort of negative reaction, remembering what Ruby had done. Though his wings had healed, the moth demon had brought Ruby here in revenge. A twisted, pleasurable sort.

Szavir gave an insect-like purr at the hunter’s words, “You haven’t seen anything yet, dear Ruby…~” He took one of her hands into his own and guided it down to between his legs.

“C-Can you feel it?” he asked, another shiver leaving him, his ovipositor throbbing just behind his slit. One of the most important parts of him, the instrument of Szavir and his brood-mother’s pleasures, and what Ruby, thankfully, wasn’t able to take.

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's eyes followed the path Szavir led her hand. She hesitated a moment and let her palm lightly press against the demon's slit before she allowed a finger to gently brush into the opening. "Oh..." She breathed as her fingers nudged the tip of the ovipositor hidden within.

The fingers of her free hand curled into the fluff that covered his chest. "What is that?" She questioned, equal parts genuinely curious and trying to determine what she was getting herself into here with this odd demon biology.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

The forest seemed serene, save for the nocturnal animals that called it home. The moon bathed the surroundings in its soft, gentle glow, giving natural light to the forest paths and trails.

A monstrous tarantula emerged from the forest, camouflaged by the greenery. It scanned its surroundings, pedipalps quivering as it tasted the air.

(Starter for @a-target-acquired)

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby briefly shut her eyes as soft fur tickled her chest. Her eyes fluttering back open as she felt Szavir's lips brushing against hers.

"I... yes, but I..." She tilted her head slightly to give a glance to the insects that were surrounding them. Having an audience to such an increasingly intimate moment should have made her highly uncomfortable, but the pheromones affecting her kept her panic from rising. Her eyes returned to the demon above her, pupils dilated and swallowing a fair bit of the grey in her eyes. Her own body ached to be touched, felt, embraced and the want only grew the longer she was in this position. Still her eyes flitted with the last lingering traces of worry as her mind fought so desperately to hold to her humanity.

She breathed out over his lips, her palm pressing flat to cup the demon's cheek, "I want to be perfect..." She softly murmured against his lips, "...happy..." She continued a hint louder, "... beautiful..." She agreed, raising her voice just above a whisper. She lifted her head to brush her lips more firmly against Szavir's as her thighs pressed together, feeling an aching heat low in her stomach.

[mothdemonlordszavir]

“Then let it out,” Szavir breathed before pressing his lips to hers, sealing the kiss. His claws began to explore the hunter’s body, teasing and playing with her chest, before moving downward to fiddle with her buckle and pants.

He swore under his breath at how annoying clothes were. Why humans had to wear them was beyond him. Demons didn’t have to worry about this sort of thing.

After what felt like far too long, Szavir flung Ruby’s belt aside, and went to work slicing and tearing at her pants and underwear. His ovipositor pulsed inside him impatiently, achingly.

As his claws worked, the moth demon feverishly kissed at Ruby’s lips and neck, “Beautiful… so beautiful… soon…!”

[a-target-acquired]

Ruby's eyes flickered to the belt as she heard it clatter to the side, her dagger and only weapon stripped from her person. That little voice in the back of her mind told her to care as her fingers flexed against Szavir's face on instinct. Her eyes moved back to the demon atop her as her hands migrated down to his chest.

She arched slightly into the warmth of Szavir's body and touch. She tilted her head as he kissed at her skin, her hands exploring the fur of his chest and wrapping around to trace along his shoulders and back. Her fingers delicately brushed over the base of his wings, her fingers gentle and light now as they ran over the appendage, almost seemingly apologetic for their earlier brutality.

"Hah... It's been... awhile since I last did this with anyone..." She softly admitted, holding the demon close to herself, "... and I can't say I've ever done it with a demon before," She let out a soft laugh, a brief flicker of confusion and apprehension moved through her eyes at her own reminder that she was allowing a demon to get this close to her, but her thoughts clouded once again with the help of the ever present pheromones.