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are you and rwby-rose going to continue the rps?

[I'll be honest with you. I don't think she likes me all that much right now and I'm pretty sure this blog is dead. So chances are pretty grim for anything on here being continued.]

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what if ruby and banen met before he could act human?

"Grimm! There's a- Someone get a hunter there's a grimm in the village!"

"Hey! Fire! Fire fire!"

Bright light and heat exploded mere inches in front of his nose and he skidded to a panicked halt, rearing up on his hing legs and turning on his heels. His ears were flat, belly nearly touching the ground as he darted through the street.

Hide, hide, hide. Somewhere. Anywhere. Away from here. Away from-

The ground exploded into a cloud of dust at his feet and he tumbled over himself, rolling again and again until sliding to a stop a few feet away. He felt disoriented, turning over onto his stomach with a wince as the pain caught up to him. The ash in his nose made him sneeze as he struggled to get back onto his feet. He needed to run. He needed to-

"Stay." He focused on the strange round object pointed between his eyes before looking up at its source.

Immediately his ears went flat, tail tucking as he found himself looking up at a human. She was small. He could easily fight her, but as he bared his teeth with a growl she moved. In the blink of an eye she had spun around and suddenly the object she had been pointing at him was pressing sharp against the back of his neck.

"Don't. Move." Her voice sounded fragile. Too young to be a threat, but...

"Where's that grimm? I want him back alive! You hear me?! Alive!"

It was a gut reaction when he turned his head towards the familiar voice, but the blade pulled suddenly and he froze. Hardly breathing in case it set the human off.

"Damned drunk- can't you see your house is on fire?!"

"So fucking what? I need to make that bastard pay for what it did!"

"Hey! This can wait, that fire is spreading and if-"

He didn't understand what they were saying, but when he looked at the human keeping him in place, the look on her face had changed. She wasn’t looking at him like she was angry anymore. He didn't know what the look on her face was, but she suddenly removed her weapon.

"Go."

He didn't know what to do.

"Go!" She twirled her weapon and fired and suddenly a burning branch landed behind him. He was running as fast his paws could carry him before he even understood what was happening.

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wolfy-mun will ruby and banen bone in pain train?

[Hmmm, I don’t remember if that was discussed. I don’t think it was, but it gave me an idea and writing the idea turned into more than I intended so I guess have a tiny little word storm?]

Alright alright, so picture this okay?

It's a few days after he's accidentally bitten her. The taste of her blood has yet to leave him despite his best efforts. He can't shake the memory of the way it tasted, how it smelled, how it made him drool and want for more. The way her fear had felt and left him growling in much the same way as his stomach.

A warning, a threat, a promise.

The look in her eyes when it registered what had happened as she had raised her gaze from her bleeding hand in his mouth to the wild fires burning in his own. The sound she had made. It had all culminated over the days after until he was left not feeling as himself any longer. That was why he had run off. Sure, it was an extreme risk for him to be alone in a city in a territory he was unfamiliar with. If he was found he'd be put down without a thought.

And then she'll really be alone with him.

This would be so much easier if he were human...

The thought lingered and he wondered for the briefest moment if that witch would be able to do something like that. To make him human. Would there be consequences?

"Wolfy..."

Ruby...

Her voice hadn't sounded sure. It was full of emotion, wobbling under the weight and making him question again if his own emotions were real, but he didn't look. He didn't look and she called his name. His name. Not what she affectionately called him, but his name.

He looked at her then and she held up her hand. The one marked by the shape of his teeth. She had removed the bandage and was showing him the marks that crossed her palm, her wrist, front and back. He had done that.

He wanted more.

When she stepped towards him he struggled to move back, but he was already as backed into a corner as he could be. She didn't stop despite his obvious discomfort. His gaze darted to her and away, panicked at how close she had gotten, afraid of himself.

"Ruby, you-" He didn't know what to say.

But she did. 

She placed a hand on his chest and he wondered if the rapid pace that beat under her palm was real or his imagination. She held her wounded hand up inches from his nose and his body did the rest. Pressing his nose closer until it was pressed against her palm, taking in the scent he sought in his dreams.

"It's...It's okay." He couldn't tell if she were talking to him or herself.

But his teeth bared slightly and his tongue slipped between them to drag over her wounds. It didn't surprise him like it should have when she eased her hand into his open mouth to rest it against his tongue, her body easing forward until she was sat in his lap with her legs on either side of his own.

He knew neither of them was fully in control of their bodies. He knew that whatever was happening was entirely on an instinct they had both suppressed for longer than either could have hoped to realize.

A growl rumbled in his chest under her palm and she pressed closer to him. Both reacting to remove any space between them, by her body pressing in tight and his paws pulling her closer. The points of his teeth pressed into the soft skin of her hand and arm even as her fingers caressed his tongue. As his saliva softened her wounds and set them to bleeding again.

Something was happening between them that they were ultimately powerless to. And he didn't even realize it was happening until she whimpered. It wasn't the sound of pain, but it was enough to bring him back to his senses.

The first thing he noticed was the way they were panting, that she herself had stilled her own body even before his grip on her hips tightened to hold her still. He felt her rest her forehead against his chest and flattened his ears against his head. What were they doing? They couldn't do this. There were too many risks even if they weren't out in the open.

"We can't. Not here." He heard her say, and he wanted to say more as she eased her hand out of his mouth.

But he just couldn't do it.

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since banen is a grimm does that mean salem could control him?

[I believe that would be correct, yes.]

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banen do you think ruby likes when you push her around?

“Push her around? What do you mean, why would I push her around?”

He tilted his head left to right trying to make sense of what he was being asked. Push her around? What does that even mean? Like...tell her what to do? Boss her around? Physically push her?

“???”

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I bet Banen would be the best dad

“Unless you’re calling me Daddy, I would be the worst parent.”

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can we have a small peak of the pain train idea?

He wasn't aware of the expression on his face, that he was glaring across the fire. He wasn't aware of how his posture made him look as though he would pounce at any minute. He wasn't even aware of how his actions were making him look. That his attempt to replace the taste in his mouth only served to worsen his image.

The taste of her blood was heavy on his tongue. It had coated his mouth in a warmth that he hadn't been prepared for.

What made it all the worse was that he hadn't let go. Not immediately anyway. It took a few seconds for what happened to sink in for all three of them.

The sound of her pain wasn't something he'd forget. The taste of her blood... It left him feeling simultaneously nauseous and hungry. He grimaced as the want to vomit surged, pausing and lowering his paw as a sickly drool dripped from his maw in strands, but the feeling passed shortly after, leaving him lightly panting as he looked away from Ruby and Torchwick.

She wasn't close to Torchwick by any means, but Banen wasn't beside her. He wasn't beside her while fuckwick was sat just a few feet away from her. 

This was Torchwicks fault. It all had to be his fault. If Torchwick hadn't been there then they could've found a different way to go that didn't involve cities. If Torchwick wasn't there with his never ending words then Banen wouldn't have been so riled up. If Torchwick wasn't there then he wouldn't have gotten shot. And if Torchwick wasn't there then he never would have bitten Ruby.

And she wouldn't be shying away from him and keeping distance.

He wouldn't be able to catch the scent of her blood through the bandages every time the wind picked up. And he wouldn't be sat opposite of her with a small fire between them.

This was all a bad dream wasn't it? The way the wound on his cheek wasn't healing, black tendrils of smoke dancing lazily upward and evaporating as blood from his open wound. The way his claws and teeth had changed in color, his left eye looking as if it burned with wildfire. The way he could scent her fear even as she slept-

A fresh wave of nausea rolled through him and he was instantly on his feet and scrambling up to the nearest rooftop.

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angst angst angst

[Here have a Pain Train scene that unfortunately never got explored.]

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i miss the rat bastard human banen

“Aww, you miss me? Maybe you should practice your aim.”

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Banen! If Ruby beats the evil and saves the world then you will die! You have to tell her before it is too late!

He- didn't know how to take that. How does one such as himself understand and respond to that information?

"I'll...die?"

He knew Ruby wanted to help others. He knew she wanted to save the world from the evil that plagued it. He knew that that evil was his kind and whatever caused creatures such as himself to exist. But he didn't know the answers to those things.

Why did he exist? Were creatures like him being created by something or someone? The last time he had spoken to Ruby they had learned of a dragon that seemed to create creatures of grimm by dripping its own inky blood onto the ground and she'd had an outfit change.

But he hadn't seen her since then. Had she learned something new? Was there something specific behind the creation of creatures of grimm? Could it be stopped?

Would stopping it cause all of his kind to drop dead?

...

The thought made him...afraid. If she knew then he would accept her decision. Or rather he would encourage her to end it all regardless of what happened to him if it meant she could save her kind from the torment of his own. But if she didn't know...

He wouldn't tell her. He couldn't. It wouldn't be right of him to do.

But would it really be right of him not to tell her?

Or would it solidify him as being a monster?

Would it change his birth given title whether or not he tried to warn her?

The more he thought on it the more he understood how pointless it was. It would cause her pain and grief no matter he did. Whether he told her or not she would suffer.

At the very least, he could slip away quietly.

Maybe he could leave something behind for her to find...or would that only make it worse?

His ears and tail drooped as a soft whine escaped him, laying limp and defeated in the snow.

It all really was just pointless, wasn't it?

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i know you said to let this blog die but i miss and crave pain train angst

The memory of how it had started eluded him. All that filled his thoughts, demanded and tugged at his attention, was the basic instinct to hunt. To run and chase and to catch.

But that had already happened.

And he wasn't so sure anymore if he had been the one that was hunting. Not when she was standing before him. Her usually clean and well kept dress dirty and in tatters. He could scent her blood though he couldn't see it. No doubt she had cut herself on thorns while running through the brush. Or perhaps cut the bottoms of her feet when she'd run off the path.

Drool dripped in strands from his maw as she drew nearer, her hips swaying in a way that would have distracted him if he wasn't so ensnared by her gaze. Those silver eyes of hers pinned him on the spot as she smiled. A smile he couldn't name as innocent when he knew her intentions as clearly as his own. Yet he remained still and powerless even as she reached up to his open maw, stroking his snout as he lowered his head for her.

A low rumbling growl poured from his throat as her fingers scratched lightly under his chin, following along his jaw as she murmured what a good wolf he was. It was clear what she intended to do when she reached a hand into his mouth, when she traced his bottom teeth with the pad of her thumb and brought the heel of her palm to rest against the top row of teeth in the back of his mouth. And then in one quick motion that jerked his head slightly, she had cut herself on his teeth. The scent immediately flooded his senses as blood, her blood, dripped onto his tongue, made him growl as his teeth bared.

And she called him a good boy as she stroked her bleeding hand over his tongue. As he felt his body react of its own accord and she grinned at him in response-

--

He startled awake, his body jerking as his eyes snapped open and his ears flattened against his skull. Beside him he felt Ruby stir, mumbling incoherently as she curled up on her side.

He had... been dreaming? And he was...was he?

The simple act of her snuggling against him sent such a strange feeling through him that he almost whimpered aloud. He was panting, felt unbearably hot, and the sudden throb between his legs told him all he needed to know. He needed to get away, but he couldn't leave her alone, not with that dunder head Torchwick around. The man in question was asleep a few feet away, but...

They had taken refuge in an alley and he settled on scaling to the roof of the building behind them. Where he could sit hunched over as the moon stared down at him, rubbing the back of his head and neck while his face itched and burned as he fought against his instincts and arousal. Praying to whatever god would hear him that both Ruby and Torchwick would stay asleep until sun up.

Just long enough that he could temper his instincts to stay by Ruby's side and keep her safe. Even if that meant keeping her safe from himself.

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are you ok?

[I acknowledge that the creation of this blog was a mistake I never should have made. Let it die quietly.]

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do you have any new gaming with friends stories?

[I don't have friends to play with and even if I did, playing games with friends has turned into a thing that makes me want to cut out my own tongue as that would be a less miserable experience.]

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liege lord liege lord liege lord liege lord liege lo-

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Why would Banen like wedding dresses?

[So glad you asked, let’s see why:

Dress pretty, girl hot.

Wedding attire is real expensive stuff, and while that doesn’t mean a thing to Banen, he understands that it does mean something to humans. Which means he’s not allowed to tear it apart like he wants.

He’s forced to remove each piece one after the other. He has no choice but to undress her slowly until she’s laid bare before him and all that time is only going to serve to work him up.

Usually when one dresses in wedding attire it’s accompanied with some lacy lingerie underneath. That he also won’t be able to destroy but again is also very pretty.

The garter. 

If he learns the tradition of removing it with his teeth for all to see, he will be a very happy puppy to play along. With or without a wedding and others being involved.

If others are there to see, then he gets to take unending pleasure in everyone getting to see his indescribably beautiful bride in her dress and him being the only one to take her home.

So there’s a few reasons as to why. Both ones that could happen and ones that are only in his dreams.]

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what would banen think of a brides wedding attire?

[Banen would find that extremely attractive especially so on the right person.]

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what if ruby started to call you puppykins?

"What the fuck does that even mean? Puppy-kins? I almost feel like I should be insulted by it but I really can't figure out what it is. Puppykins. Puppykins?"

The beowolf scratched his cheek with a rather perplexed frown on his face, an uncertain growl rumbling in his throat as he tilted his head and tried his best and absolute hardest to understand what this new word was and to figure out why Ruby might call him that.