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Halloween Winner No. 4 - @hmratking featuring @loveherdekay

Ratty and Mora as Jack Skellington and Sally!

You’ve heard of Tim Burton’s Jack Skellington? Well take a look at Rat Skellington and his Doll. I can assure you that this Pumpkin King of Rats will leave you quite frightened if not awestruck!

“ This is Halloween! “

[hmratking]

Waiting for Breakfast

(continued from Start of a Day )

He waited for Mora for just a moment before he took his first step out into the  Kingdom. He offered her his arm and escorted her to the main house as he glanced at everything around them. “If this mage works, we may simply get rid of the Flea,” he said nonchalantly.

Her king moved and Mora's hand left the cottage to take up his offered arm. Snow falling around them had her snuggling up close to him as they walked, as did the onlookers who paid respect.

Smoke marred the sky that had only just begun to bleed out light over the kingdom, its warmth hitting the pair as they walked, "That sounds like it might come with strings, my king. Would his new love interest be so welcome to the idea?" she laughed. Hurting the Mouse was not at the top of Mora's list, but it still amused her.

He acknowledged those venerating them and he smirked. "She serves me and the Kingdom, not him. If she can't handle my decisions, then she doesn't belong, does she? We can easily replace her too. Everyone here can be replaced, my Doll."

Her arm pulled on his slightly, a tilt in her head as she stared up at him, "Everyone. my love?" She looked up at him and for his answer before he gave it, continuing to walk but not fully until he did.  "And I am sure you mean disposed of. Replace might suggest they have options. Where could they go after here? They wouldn't deserve anything less than death"

The King's head turned and looked down at her, grinning widely. He turned back to look ahead. "And yes, disposed of. I love the way your twisted mind works. We'll see how this one works out and if he does, we will dispose of the Flea. And if our beautiful medic doesn't agree, we can dispose of her as well." He spoke so calmly as they approached the main home. He held Mora's hand as they walked up the stairs. Teriaan met them at the top with a small bow.

Mora smiled. Inside, something churned slightly: dispose of the Flea. Still, she opted to stay quiet as they gathered closer to the main house.  More so when Teriaan came into view. She watched as the champion bowed to the King, her hand giving a light squeeze to his.

"Are you sure this is a good idea," Teriaan whispered away from the crowds.

"Are you questioning me?" the King murmured back. Teriaan simply glared at the King and the King sighed. "We have no other choice. He is insufferable."

"He is also trustworthy. We can't trust this guy."

The King patted Teriaan's cheek. "Sarinna can tell you later. We have it covered," he whispered and walked in. Teriaan wasn't satisfied with that response. He looked at Mora with a blaming glare.

As Teriaan straightened back up, Mora only watched. There was no way to let the Champion know she agreed with the trust. She wasn't so sure she trusted the Flea and he was insufferable. Her eyes trailed back to the King as a dreamy look settled over her adoring gaze. She felt he understood even if he didn’t. It was only out of the corner of her eyes that she saw the furrowed brows of Teriaan, an all too familiar look. So she glared back but stuck out her tongue before shaping up and walking in with the King.  She let the King guide them inside, keeping his hand until he let go,  her curious brows perking as they rounded the hall into the throne room searching for a face she had yet to see.

Teriaan sighed and rolled his eyes and he continued to stand outside while the King entered. The King stepped into the room and Sarinna was already waiting for him by the throne which had been turned to face away from the fireplace.

“Well? Where is he?” He grumbled, releasing Mora’s hand and waking to his throne. He took his seat and folded one leg over the other while he leaned on his side.

“He will be here. Teriaan will bring him in.” The King sighed and looked frustrated already.

Mora took her time to look around, as she seemed to do whenever she found herself back in the main house before her small frame leaned in behind the throne and her hands reached up to massage the King’s temples. "It was made to seem like he was already here. What is the rush if he is not even ready? " Her face tilted up to look at Sarinna as she asked plainly, and slightly with a yawn.

"Is he bringing breakfast?"

“He needs to look presentable.” Sarinna looked away and returned to the paperwork on the table.

The Rat King laughed. “Because I’m so fucking presentable.” He leaned back and closed his eyes at Mora’s massage. “Is he bringing breakfast?”

“No, my King, he’s not.” Sarinna sighed and turned to the doorway.

“We could still be sleeping,” the King muttered.

"Seems like everyone is in a darling mood," she said with a hint of sarcasm to her King. He had made her smile however when he asked the same question. Mora pulled herself around, sat on his lap with a kiss to his neck. "You are nothing but presentable. Look at this face," she turned his chin with a slow kiss of his lips that had her own drawing back into a sleepy wicked grin. "Woke up dashing, and... " A few naughty descriptions were whispered into his ear as she fawned over him. "My kingy,  if he is not here in one more minute, let’s go back to bed."

The King chuckled and kissed her back. “Now that idea I like.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly and he kissed her neck and chest.

Her head leaned against his as she pouted. She watched Sarinna, "Did you have breakfast already?"

Sarinna said, “No...” She turned and looked at Mora, “...my Queen.”

Mora giggled as her neck was kissed, gasped softly as he nibbled on her chest until her eyes closed. The nightelf's words caused her to open one eye slightly. Before she had time to say anything more, the footsteps of the men coming in kept her quiet.

Teriaan walked in, “My King...” he stepped aside and a human walked in. He was dressed in a suit and an overcoat. He was short compared to the elves around him. He looked around curiously and stopped in front of the King, curiously looking at Mora.

With a bow, the man said, “Rat King, I have heard so much about you, but being in your presence is rather intimidating and awe-inspiring.”

The King stared at the man and gently patted Mora off his lap. There was a silent instant judgmental stare to this new face, and to Teriaan for fun, as her thigh was tapped. Mora stood and adjusted her coat as she walked to the side of the chair and stood by it like an icy statue.

(co-written with @loveherdekay )

[renwyck]

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Long pink tresses shook with the sway of the elf’s hips, a sheer black skirt barely covering her posterior as the fabric clung to her skin. There was a time when Renwyck would have gladly joined the others on the dance floor, yet whiskey in hand, the human simply decided to enjoy the view. His gaze traced the curves of her backside, thoughts lost between each fluid movement of her legs. 

As if she knew that dark eyes took her in, the elf leaned forward, causing her skirt to rise up. A flash of flesh left little to the imagination. Renwyck abruptly cleared his throat before downing the remainder of his whiskey in a hard gulp. A knowing smirk from the bartender caught the human’s attention, the elf readying the bottle of whiskey for another pour. 

“Yep,” Renwyck nodded, pushing the glass toward the bartender. It would be another night that the human would drown his thoughts in alcohol. A nervous chuckle escaped him as he made one more request. “Add a little ice in this one, yeah?”

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[hmratking]

#1. Day of the Dead

The Day of the Dead came and went like any other day. The sun peeked out from the cloud-filled sky and the cold breezes began to pick up, causing many Ratz to huddle against each other or trying to fit in the tavern as much as possible before getting kicked out so that actual customers could sit. The Rat King walked out of the main home, wearing a black fur coat. He enjoyed watching the breeze tickle the fur, making it flit from one side to another. He placed his vein-ridden hands into his pockets and walked toward the back of the Kingdom, to the cliff that overlooked the lake and valley below. 

Times have been calm and at peace in relation to other organizations, markets, and rivals, but the King was uneasy. Death was calling to him, reaching out for his attention, he was sure of that. He could hear the whispers from below the valley, beckoning to take that single step into its cold and empty embrace. He had not spoken to anyone about that itching feeling and the seductive murmurs. They were sweeter than Mora’s voice at times. The Rat King turned his gaze up to the cloudy sky and he took a deep breath. “Not today,” he said softly and he turned to look down at the valley. “Today, others will die, but not me.”

Footsteps approached him from behind and the King took a step back, away from the solemn cliff’s edge that was beginning to feel like comfort. “My King, we have the traitors.” Sarinna’s voice calmed the King’s hesitation to turn and when he did, he smiled at Sarinna. With a nod, he walked toward her. A hand reached out to caress her cheek and he placed a kiss on her lips before walking past her.

“Come, my pet. Death is waiting.”

In the Kingdom, every day was the day of the dead. 

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[hmratking]

14. Resurrection/Paranoia

The sewer’s moisture was adding to the sweat already building upon his forehead. Little beads of thoughts and memories forming a glistening crown along his hairline. The Rat King sat upon the filthy mattress resting on the floor. He felt a woman’s hands slither from behind, wrapping around his torso. “What disturbs your slumber, Tianshi?”

“Nothing. Get some rest.”

“No can do. I’m already wide awake and concerned. Talk to me.”

The Rat King wiped his sweat with his hand and leaned his head back against the head that rested at the nape of his neck. “If I die, make sure I never come back.”

Lily moved from behind him and looked up at him. “Dreaming again?”

“It never stops.”

Her hands gently reached up and grasped at his face, pulling his view to hers. “No one will resurrect you. I swear it.” The King stared into her green eyes and he smiled. She as his truth, his reassurance. Nodding, he reached to kiss her lips, except, when he did, she was gone, leaving behind a gentle wind with her scent which he could never forget.

His eyes opened and he saw darkness surrounding him. The Rat King reached beside him and he felt the softness of a body beside him in bed. For a moment, he was confused. While he did not smell the sewer or feel the humidity hitting his skin, he wasn’t sure where he was. Paranoia was hitting him and he gripped at the person beside him. 

“My love?” he heard the softer, younger voice belonging to Mora. He released his grip and he ran his hands through his hair as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge. He felt his chest and lungs tightening for a moment as he tried to take deep breaths. There was no Lily. It was a dream. 

“Promise me...” he whispered, “that if I die...you will make sure that I never come back. Ever.” 

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[hmratking]

A New Mage for the King

(Continued from Waiting for Breakfast)

Sarinna walked toward the King with papers in her hand. "This is Isaac Terrefuoco. He was recruited as a mage for the Kingdom, with all the responsibilities that come with the position." She closed the file and looked at Isaac. He smiled at her and nodded.

"I have been wanting to work for the Kingdom for a while. I'm happy to have been considered."

The King still didn't say a word. He leaned over to one side and folded his leg over his knee. "Why?"

Isaac's eyebrows lifted. "I beg your pardon? Why? I mean... it's the Kingdom. Who hasn't heard of the amazing things they have done and how they have grown?" He chuckled and locked his hands together. "I work solely for myself. To use my talents for the Kingdom is a dream come true. Rarely do you hear of an opportunity for casters to work for you."

The King sighed, slightly frustrated. He turned to look at Mora. "What do you think, my Doll?"

Mora held the emotionless face of a doll, her fel eyes glancing down at the King when he spoke and back up to the mage as he had sold his charm. Her hand lifted to drag her fingers down the fur coat a few times as she stared Isaac down before she seemed to take a breath. "I think I trust you, my King," she finally said with a slow look back to the mage before them. "I am also hungry.."

The King turned to look at the mage and he grinned. "I should let you mingle with the Ratz and see what you think..." He glanced at Sarinna, who turned to look at him. "But it seems you want to be here on contract. Shame. I'm looking for a devotee, not a hired gun. Nonetheless..." he added with a breathy sigh, "I'll try you out, see what you can do. Sarinna, summon the Flea."

Teriaan watched the newcomer and then looked at Sarinna, along with the King, as the night elf reached for her ear. It was then that the Champion asked, "What do you have to offer the Kingdom?"

Isaac turned his head to look at the dark-haired elf. "Must I answer to the guard?"

"You answer to all of us," Sarinna added. Once more Isaac turned to look at the woman and then to the King.

With a smile, the King said, "Well? Answer the question."

"I can kill with my spells..."

"Of course you can kill with your spells! Any child learning magic knows how to defend themselves with spells that can kill. What do you offer my Kingdom?" the King's patience was getting tried.

"Um...spells...protection...power..."

A flash of light appeared and the Flea walked into the room. He bowed before the King and looked around. "Yes, my King?" the undead man called out. The human turned toward the undead, his mouth slightly agape.

Mora yawned slightly and moved to side sit on the arm of the throne as one leg saddled her rounded rump to the arm of it. Leaning over the back, she draped her hands over the shoulders of her King.  She couldn't help but giggle when he asked if he must respond to Teriaan, but she watched to see why he was of value, the more so since he was going to be hired.  

With the flash of light Mora's eyes narrowed slightly and she went back to being silent.

The King smacked his teeth and ignored what Isaac was saying. He saw the Flea arrive and his hand shifted toward Mora’s thigh, caressing her skin. “Flea, this is your pupil.”

The Flea furrowed his brows and looked at Isaac. “My...pupil?”

“Your student. Teach him what you know and let him shadow you.” The King looked at Isaac. “You have two days to learn it all. You will be taking my Doll on her errands.”

Sarinna looked at Mora, then to Teriaan, who smirked and covered his mouth to avoid laughing, then to the Flea, who looked confused. “My King, I’m sure our Queen would rather go with someone she’s familiar with.”

“You mean someone we trust? That trust has been broken, hasn’t it Flea?” The King turned to the Flea once more and the undead man simply stared at the King.

The king made it harder to concentrate, her unsteady eyes lured from the Flea and others to the way his hand teased her. The curve of her nose leaned into the side of the King’s head as one hand pulled up the other side, fingers slipping into the strands of his hair. A pleasurable sigh whispering through her closing eyes.

Mora trailed the tip of her nose up the King’s ear as she opened her eyes again and their piercing stare landed on Issac.  With a more displeased groan, she sat up. "Kinnnngggy" she whined softly until it became a growl.

Sarinna sighed and shook her head. The King licked his lips when Mora began to give him attention. Isaac smirked as he watched this queen and the way she slithered around the King. Then he turned to look at the Flea.

"Flea, was it? I'm Isaac Terrefuocco, new mage for the Rat King. I'm looking forward to seeing what you do and learning your tricks. I'm always up for learning."

The Flea slowly turned to look at the human in their presence. He glanced away and turned to the King. "Are you sure this is wise, my King? An outsider learning all of your secrets seems highly...dangerous."

"We could use two mages. Or one..." the King chuckled. "I have spoken. Take care of this, Flea. Now." He waved them all away and he reached to grab Mora, pulling her onto his lap.

Mora smiled more as she was taken up and pulled onto her King’s lap, kissing his chin and neck as she settled in place, giggling as he spoke and leaning against him.  She had so much to say, but the situation left her biting her tongue.

"My King..." Sarinna began, but the King stopped giving Mora attention to glare at Sarinna.

When Sarinna spoke up, Mora turned her head as well to look over the night elf "Are we not done yet? Hasn't he said he has spoken? What more could there be?"

Sarinna paused and backed down. She looked at the Flea who looked rather bothered by the King's edict. Nonetheless, he cleared his throat and said, "Teriaan, I suppose he is going to stay with us? Is there room in our place?"

Teriaan smiled. "He can sleep on a couch." With that, he walked out of the home and the Flea gestured for Isaac to follow. Isaac looked rather nervous as he followed the elf. As soon as the Flea left, Sarinna sighed and walked to the table.

"What is it, Sarinna?" the King said calmly, his attention fully on Mora as he kissed her chin.

"I know we have a plan, but this is too risky. I don't like him," the night elf declared.

"My Doll needs to be comfortable with her transportation. Obviously, the Flea wasn't cutting it." The King showered her with tender caresses and kisses. Sarinna sighed and shook her head.

"And if he gets too comfortable with her?" She didn't look at Mora. Mora's body eased up as the man left with the others, her smile more natural as her chin was kissed.  Her forehead touched him. A silent "thank you" moved her lips in just a whisper in between kisses to his lips. Protectively holding on to him, her hands raked possessively but tenderly down his neck as she looked back to Sarinna who kept on. It wasn't like she disagreed with her, but the King had spoken.

"Then he dies. Right, my Doll?"

"He can die anytime anyone is unhappy with him as far as I am concerned. He means nothing to me. Kill him now, Sarinna, but then you will have to look for another. So it is up to you and how much you have on your plate. Jhon and I...we are not compatible right now "

The King squeezed Mora's thigh hard, ragged nails digging into her flesh. "Stop calling him by his name," he growled against her arm. "And yes, I have spoken, so shut the fuck up." For a moment, he seemed lost in his anger and he simply leaned back against the chair. The irritation was obvious. Sarinna sighed and walked away to her corner. It was pointless to argue with them when they were so adamant about where they stood in this situation.

Mora sneered a defensive snarl of jagged teeth to the King as he squeezed her thigh, though she nodded. It was a habit she would find very hard to break. Jhon was who he was to her… or was.

"Come, we can go back home for a bit, and you can kiss all my bruisies..." She smoothed his gripped hand to the thigh he was hurting. " We can have Bunny bring something...or we can send Loli. Sarinna. do you want to come?"

His grip loosened and he was back to caressing her thigh. He nodded at her and he was ready to get up. Sarinna shook her head. “I have things to do,” she muttered.

“Sarinna, you dare deny your Queen your company?” The King stood tall and stared the night elf down.

“I will go, my Queen.” Sarinna placed her papers down and walked toward the monarchs.

"No, no...its ok." She stood as the King did and took up his hand into her own. "If you don't want to, don't."  Mora didn't look pleased but she didn't seem to push it. "Let's go." She let her hand slip from the King’s hand, and she walked to the front of the main house. Pushing the door open, she stepped outside and adjusted her eyes to the brightness of the sun. Looking around the open market and to the brothel before she looked toward the obscured cottage.

The King yelled inside the main house and the sound of a slap was heard. A few seconds later, the King stepped out and looked at the Kingdom. Sarinna appeared behind him, her head bowed, her violet hair falling over her face. “Come on,” he said to Mora. He walked down the steps, his arm available for Mora if she wanted to take it.

She took it without question, blatantly ignoring the sounds of yelling and possibly the slap.  Now was not the time or place to call attention to it and she knew.  Her arm hooked around the King’s as she leaned in closer to him. The three walked back to the cottage for breakfast.

(co-written with @loveherdekay )

[hmratking]

17. Whisper/Bite

“Do you like it?”

“Mmm, very much.”

“Good.” Her nails scraped against his skin and she kissed his neck. Those same nails dug into his torso as the drug began to make the room spin slowly. She laughed as she pressed her naked body against his. “I love it when the world revolves around you, my only,” she whispered.

He opened his eyes, noticed the spinning, and he chuckled. “Hurt me,” he whispered into her ear. The Rat King licked Mora’s earlobe and groaned as her nails dug deeper. “Hurt me more,” he whispered again.

“Bite me,” she whispered back, and as his sharpened teeth dug into her skin, causing her to grip onto him so hard that her nails punctured his skin. Their hearts raced and blood trickled onto their flesh. 

“Mine,” he growled.

“My only,” she whimpered.

Mora licked his blood off her fingers and he licked her blood off her shoulder before they locked lips, their bodies intertwining. 

And their evening was only beginning.

mention: @loveherdekay

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31. Holiday/Trick

Hallow’s End was not really celebrated in the Kingdom. Why play pretend when people really needed to die? However, the King was pleasantly surprised when he saw the twins wearing adorable costumes. While seeking candy was not on the agenda, she dared to take them out into the Kingdom and treat them to cupcakes and candy spiders, courtesy of Rabbit and his incredible cooking. The holiday was quickly becoming the King’s favorite and by request of his Queen, he donned face paint to resemble a skeleton while Mora dressed like a doll. 

The Royal family walked around the Kingdom, the children laughing and clapping as Mora pushed the carriage. Teriaan sat at the steps to the main home watched them walking around, making their way to the orchard. “This must be some sort of trick,” Teriaan muttered, shaking his head.

The Flea, who stood nearby, chuckled. “Can the children not have fun?” he said quietly.

“There are no children in the Kingdom,” Teriaan said, turning to look at the Flea, repeating the words that the Rat King had repeated many times. The Flea smirked and looked at the family off in the distance.

“No, apparently there aren’t. They seem to appear only when there are holidays to be celebrated.” The Flea shrugged and made his way to the orchard to protect the Royal family, should they need protection. 

mention: @loveherdekay

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