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[Ravenna]

Flames crackled, casting odd shadows across the stone walls, shadows that spoke of feathers, of claws, and of strange tools. They cast long, threatening specters across hand painted murals depicting an ancient threat. A threat that... seemed to be haunting the lands once more. At least in the opinion of the one the shadows were revealing.

Pale golden eyes flashed, long lashes caked with dust flickering as the being slowly, gingerly used tiny brushes and small shovels to extract something that was long ago buried. There lay a small pile with two other pieces off to the side, each one wrapped in cloth and placed carefully away from anything that could harm them. The sound of boar bristles was the only other sound in this room as silence reigned.

She had been at this for hours, most of which were spent in a crouched, awkward position that left pain in the hips and legs. However she was... Nearly done. Nearly there. A smile graced her pale skin, alabaster smeared with grey and brown dust. Small fangs showed behind those plush lips, gracing this woman with a predator's grin as the sound of stone against stone was heard, and within a few moments, a sharp inhale of triumph followed.

She leaned back, falling right onto her rear as her mane of hip length magenta and red hair fluttered around her like silk, bound tightly in a ponytail that had released a few strands. In her hands was an odd... egg shaped chunk of stone with strange runes and odd carvings covering the surface. Her bright gaze showed relief, showed joy as she held it towards the light of the torch she had planted into the ground nearby. This was... Definitely the best night she had had in recent time.

The female stood, holding the egg in one hand and patting her generous curves down briefly. A small cloud of dust flew from her body, and she groaned. She would need to bathe, and gods how she hated water. Hated it with a passion. But, she would take a thousand baths just to be able to relive this moment. This win. Gods she had needed one.

Solaria Nox had finally proven her theory correct, and would be able to make the world better for it! She smiled, looking back to the little orb in her hand, and then pulled her overshirt off. She was simply dressed now in a pair of trousers, boots, and a white undershirt that barely hid her form from gazes. With the grey overshirt she wrapped the artifact up and let out a sigh. She could find the rest of them. Could figure this mess out and could possibly even stop this whole problem from beginning.

The female chuckled and moved towards the other artifacts, picking them up and bundling them into her bag gently, carefully, cautiously. If they broke, she didn't know what would happen.It couldn't be good, however, so all precautions must be taken at this point. She patted herself down once more after tying the bag shut. She would bathe in the morning, when the sun could dry this ungodly length of hair she refused to cut. She could braid it, let it dry in waves, and then let it down again.

She ran her fingers over the feathers in her hair, the wings at her back fluttering. They were a shade darker than her hair, the edges fading out to a black that made them look like the edges were burnt. However, they were well taken care of, and as she stretched them out a soft groan escaped her lips, the muscles relaxing after a few moments. Gods they'd been pinned to her back for so long they ached nearly as badly as her arms did. Perhaps...

She eyed her bedroll.

If she left before dawn the locals wouldn't catch her, and she could get her findings and leave. Hell, she could potentially get even more ingredients than the ones she had swiped from them earlier.

Sol shrugged, putting the torch out and simply bedding down for the evening. There was no sense in wasting any more energy. Instead, she would save it for her flight in the morning.

 

[Anglemarr]

The rains beat down over the grassy plains and rolling hills that was the minotaurs territory. No sentient creature would dare stray into this land without heading to what were known as the designated trading encampments. Minotaurs were secretive beings, tribal, barbaric the books called them, but distinctly un-warlike given their bulk and ferocity, an anomaly of nature to many.

It was the darkest night that had been for many years, but for their race this was no problem... an innate sense of direction, able to see in pitch blackness, though not in colour, meant that the darkness was no barrier to the three scouts as they trotted across the low hills. They had been scouting their borders, the thick forests that crossed their northern hunting grounds to check for signs of incursion, there had been none and now they were on the way home.

If it weren't for the rain, they might have made it all the way home tonight, but no minotaur liked wet fur... there were some ancient ruins on an out cropping not far from here and with a few braying snorts that was the language of the minotaurs, the plan was set. Armed with mean axes, bucklers with a pair of javelin strapped to the inside and leather armour they could be considered lightly armed, but the sheer size of bulk of the minotaurs might have implied that they made a lot of noise as they went... but in truth they were practically silent as they approached the entrance to the ruins...

Hooves scuffed, their loinclothes fluttering as they stepped through the old doorway, half collapsed with no door nor hinges remaining. The space not caved in and covered with rubble was small, barely three rooms, and the scouts took the opportunity to stretch out, leaning against the dusty walls, a few bleats and snorts as they chatted... but then they heard a sound from the next room over.

This place was sacred ground, holy to their race, passed on by oral tradition generation to generation... the idea that someone was here defiling their sacred place was unthinkable. Hairs bristled as two grabbed weapons and made their way into the next room, making enough noise to wake the sleeping Phoenix, their yellow eyes catching the near nonexistent light, bulky frames completely filling the generous doorway. There was no escape as they let out a sinister growl.

 

[Ravenna]

Hooves scraping against stone was the first thing she heard. The first noise that broke through her fitful slumber. Hooves, and then the sound of weapons. Her pale golden eyes flickered open, the dark lashes flashing up in an instant as the female looked up. There were... Minotaurs in the room with her. Oh this was just perfect. Wonderful. What a great idea sleeping in the ruins had been!

The young woman scrabbled back the moment she heard the low, threatening growl that scraped across her senses, her eyes looking up to lock onto the creature's own. She sat there, cloaked in the darkness in this abandoned temple and felt panic rise in her throat. Had they searched... her eyes over to her bag, and then slowly fell back to the creature. She gently stood, hands up showing that she meant no harm and was no threat. Perhaps there was a way out of this. She knew that these beings didn't overly kill... She hoped that held true for desecrating a holy place of theirs.

"Good evening," she said gently, her low, whiskey smooth voice weaving through the air. "Getting out of the rain?" Gods did they even speak the common tongue? She genuinely hoped so, otherwise these barbarians could simply take her words as threats. But, she did not break her facade. If she could convince them she merely sought to get out of the rain, to simply find shelter. Well, then they would have no reason to search her things. No reason to do anything to her.

Sol yawned, stretching slightly as she shook her head. "Might I ask why you're staring me down?"

Dear gods she hoped she would be able to bluff her way out of this.

 

[Anglemarr]

They didn't react to her words, though it was unknown whether or not it was because they ignored her statements, incensed at finding this
... female in a holy place of worship, passed down through generations as a site of great import, or because they did not understand. Two sets of eyes, yellow and burning like hot fire scorched into her like augurs for a long moment as the pair decided what to do.

One beast, quick witted, caught her glance across to her bag and gestured to the other... he took two large steps towards her, grabbing her by the arm, hairy digits strong enough to break bone as they lifted her from her feet and pressed her against the wall, wings pressed flat, three inches from the floor.

His companion took the bag, upending it roughly, the overshirt spilling out, the egg inside coming with it. Time slowed as it fell, but inevitably it hit the floor. Both minotaurs knew what this thing was, a relic of their religion and their frenzied braying was enough to bring the third companion into the room. Larger, his horn caught on the stone doorway, bringing down dust and chunks of rock, uncaring of the consequences, such was his urgency... it didn't take long before two were ripping through everything she owned, the sounds of breaking pots and torn clothing filling the air... as her main captor's breath was heavy on her neck, his anger palpable as his grip tightened, forced harder against the wall, chest compressed by his forearm with no care for her ability to breathe.

 

[Ravenna]

Panic settled in her throat the second that one of the males moved for her bag, her features going even paler under the cloak of night. She felt herself slammed and taken off of her feet, her wings painfully flattened against the wall. She felt like a steel bar held her to the stone, and as she struggled against the arm, small noises of annoyance fled from her lips. "Don't touch that-"

And they touched it.

She watched as if in slow motion, the bundle of her shirt falling from the bag as a horrified "No!" escaped her lips. She needed to make sure it didn't break! That she hadn't bundled it too lightly! She needed... Oh dear gods she needed to breathe. The minotaur that held her was cutting off her airway now and she reached up, small claws digging into his arm as she struggled, her legs flailing in the air.

His heated breath brushed across her skin, and she let out a small squeak, wings thumping behind her as she struggled as hard as she could. "C-Can't breathe... Can't punish if dead, beast," she hissed, using what little air she had left to choke out a response. Hopefully they could speak her language. Hopefully, otherwise she may honestly die here simply wishing to ward off a catastrophe. Gods, what she wouldn't give for a translator right now.

Sol's eyes fluttered shut as a wave of vertigo swamped her senses.

 

[Anglemarr]

Her small claws might as well have been rubber needles for all three brutish beast holding her cared, his heavy fur, the hairs matted and thick provided great protection from such minor blows as she was inflicting. His strong grip ensured that she stayed pinned to the wall as all three brayed and growled guttural snarls, their actions frenzied and frantic a they finished searching her belongings.

The proof was there... broken on the floor, evidence of her digs and research, ancient relics from their primitive religion were in pieces on the floor, it didn't matter that they had been the ones to break them, all that mattered was that it was her fault, the Phoenix would find herself suffering greatly for this most heinous of crimes.

Her choked response didn't seem to elicit a reaction from her captors, but it didn't take long after they finished scouring her possessions to turn their attention to her... she was thrown to the floor with enough force to knock the wind from jet as the rabid minotaurs lunged for her, incensed at her audacity to even set foot in this place.

One of her captors was kneeling on a wing, his entire weight against her, uncaring as he tore at her clothes, grab bunches of the outfit, often scratching the skin beneath in his efforts. The other two were no better, her legs locked in place, wrists held fast together above her head she was prone and bound and soon... naked. The animalistic noises never ceased, their breath heavy on her body, but they had satisfied themselves that she was carrying no more of her great treasures

 

[Ravenna]

She could feel her consciousness fading rapidly as she tried her hardest, clawing at the arm that held her to the wall while kicking her legs out. It was to no avail, as the beast never once let her free while she heard stone crack. They had... broken the relic. They'd broken the egg, just as she feared. Gods this was why she had taken rather than asked. More likely than not they would have ended up destroying it!

Sol's body began to weaken as her struggles stopped, black fading in. However, within a moment, her head cracked against stone once more and she was dazed, lungs begging for air as she tried to suck it back down. She didn't notice the pain of such a huge creature kneeling on her wing, not until a small snap was heard beneath him. It was around the same time that she got a lungful of air, and let loose a sobbing cry, realizing her skin was being cut up by these monsters as they tore clothing from her and locked her body in place.

At least she could breathe though. They didn't want her dead...

Her pale gold eyes were shining with tears she refused to let fall, realizing that half of the injuries she was getting were because of the fact that she was struggling so badly. They weren't purposely trying to harm her... nor were they trying not to. Soon, she was free of clothing and dignity, the feathers over her body puffing up in her anger. She needed... just one moment for her to try to get away. She couldn't fly, and if she ran she would be in the worst mess of trouble she could be in with this group... Because she was not faster than them.

But if she could heal her wing...

The stink of their breath made her groan, tilting her head away as her body stilled, just waiting for whatever blow was to come next. Her face was flushed, her skin smeared with blood and dirt, and her hair was becoming a tangled, dirty mess with each movement of her head."P-Please get off my wing. You're making it worse..." She had no reason to believe that these creatures could understand the civilized tongue, nor did she thing that her protests would help. But what she did know was that she needed to find a way to sneak away at some point and get those artifacts once more,even if one of them was broken.

The broken egg itself, however, held a shining, crystalline sphere inside that pulsed with a soft lavender hue. It rolled from the cracked stone, the bundled shirt, and across the floor hitting a wall and stilling. It drew her eye, and she looked up. Surprise lit her gaze, and she tugged once, trying to get the attention of one of the bulls. It was giving off its own soft light, and she needed to make sure they grabbed it. Maybe... Maybe breaking it was what was needed?

 

[Anglemarr]

Her sobbing cry was lost in the chaotic drone of her captors voices. Naked on the cold stone floor the darkened, almost black furred beasts must look like demons in the faint light. They ignored her pleas to release her wing, instead two large, all too human hands gripped her forcefully by the legs spreading them wide and rolling the joints up past her hips... if the girl wasn't incredibly flexible, tendons and muscle could snap.

All three of their loin cloths bulged alarmingly, the dirty fabric precariously covering their beast-hood. Would they dare rape her for her apparent crimes? The one not kneeling on her wing grabbed a thick handful of her pretty hair, tugging at feathers too without a care for her well being, the way her joints were twisting and contorted, the way their rough hands pawed her body with the strength of oxen... she would surely be left bloody and bruised if this went any further.

But then the dim glow of the relic caught their eye and time froze. Not literally, but every pair of yellow eyes focused on the orb. A long moment of silence passed before one beast stood, though in his desire to reach the orb he trampled her wings, smal bones crunching underfoot like debris in the forest. Lifting it to up, examining it, it was like a completely different mood had come over them, her would be rapists frozen in awe.

Then everything seemed to be a rush of motion. The orb was pocketed and darkness was cast over them again. She was hauled up to her feet by her hair, several meaty punches catching her by surprise just below the stomach, the deafening thud of half a ton of solid muscle putting its full force into her frail body to keep her docile. Her hair was roughly braided, more tied, into a thick branch that was recovered from outside, the awkward thing bound her hands too, making flying impossible and running awkward... but run they did, a triangle around her as they chivvied her through the cold rain and bleak night. Urgency had overtaken them. If she dared stumble or trip a hand would catch her and force her on, often grabbing her by the cunt or breast and if she slowed a dagger slashed at her rounded ass, ensuring they kept up an even pace.

 

[Ravenna]

Her pale golden eyes watered, dangerously close to overflowing when she suddenly felt her legs hiked up and shoved to her head, her gaze shifting to take in the appearance of the males. Panic settled in her and she struggled as hard as she could, tugging with her arms and lifting her hips while letting out a soft whimper. Sol fought where she could, her free wing flapping uselessly against the stone as the other one moved with shards of agony shooting into her form.

Gods this was not good.

As her head was jerked back, she let out a soft cry, closing her eyes and baring her little fangs at the males. However, her fear faded for a brief moment as suddenly her body was awash in white hot agony, her small cries turning into a full of scream for a moment as her wing was mutilated by the hooves of the male that stood, shattering the bone and rendering the limb completely useless.

Pain filled her form again, just adding to the overwhelming loss of self in the waves of agony and terror. She had really fucked up here, and should not have laid down to rest. If she'd just taken her items, just flown away... none of this would be happening. That thought was going through her mind as she was lifted, one of her arms covering her breasts while the other tried to cover the soft curls between her thighs.

She nearly lost her senses again when the first hit slammed into her stomach, and it would have doubled her over if it wasn't for the hand in her hair. Her hair that was being bound and tied against a branch, her arms pulled back and tied to it next. Sol wanted to fight, wanted to run. But... she was stuck for at least a day. If she would last that long.

She rarely slowed but when she did the threat of a dagger or a hand in an inappropriate place spurred her on farther and faster. "Fucking beasts," she snapped,trying to keep from falling over a few times. She simply followed where she was led, anger and defiance on her features.

 

[Anglemarr]

It was a full day and nights travel back to the ostensibly named capital. No minotaur encampments were marked on maps, they were erected and scorched frequently, a half nomadic race... save for this. Zarmetzegutia! A stone pyramid, stepped and carved from granite made out the centre of the city, prison, palace, court and every other stately function all rolled into one. Little was known of their social structure or even who their ruler was, just that they carried the title "indomitus rex"

Wooden walls, leather tents and ramshackle buildings spread out in every direction, a sprawling chaos of a community. Fires burnt and smoke wisped its way into the sky.

The three Scouts led her to the main gate, guarded bt half a dozen warriors, still without breastplate but carrying two headed axes as long as she was high... their fearsome reputation was clearly well justified.

The colours of minotaur fur ranged every natural shade as she was brought through the city, seeing how these beasts lived. Streets wound and turned, but they inevitably drew closer to that pyramid.

 

[Ravenna]

As the little phoenix was brought into the city, her gaze swept over everything to take in as much information as she could. The guards at the main gate each made her want to shrink back, their axes nearly bigger than she was. That was over five and a half feet of weapon, there, and she really didn't want it used on her. She hated getting ashed, and would definitely not want to be so weak here..

Her eyes locked onto the large pyramid, and she let out a small groan. Where in the gods' names were they taking her? it was *one* abandoned temple, and she hadn't damaged anything! This much hostility and damage for just that? She went to tug away from one of the males, but was simply too weak to do so at this point. She hadn't slept, so her wing hadn't healed. Her stomach and hip, as well as around her ankles were dark with bruises, and her body was pale.

She hadn't eaten in over a day and a half, and was heading into the second day of no food. For someone who's body worked on needing to eat as much as possible, this was not good. No sleep, still in pain, and rather annoyed over current situations, she really didn't want to see what was about to go down with the city here.

If one could call this sprawling land of monsters and beasts a city.

 

[Anglemarr]

They had noticed her colour paling, putting it down to the incessant damp, the drizzle and the long distance they had travelled. The weather only starting to let up as they approached Zarmetzegutia. All the books on this race had it wrong... snippets were right, but they coalesced into an entirely ill fitting portrait of the minotaurs.

They ploughed through the busy crowds, though what was surprising was that there were nearly as many non minotaur females as there were minotaurs! Each wore a skimpy outfit, often ripped in places, each carrying gashes, scratches and brands, decked in impossibly high heels that seemed to serve as shackles as much as footwear.

Passing one tent, the flap caught a gust of wind as they passed, exposing the captive to the sight within. Three human females languished elegantly, draped over a minotaur Male, feeding him sweet meats from a tray. It was clear he was Male by thr foot long erection that protruded from him, each girl had a dainty hand on it, stroking lovingly... it certainly didn't look forced or under duress. But the scene was gone in a flash as the flap fell back down and they reached the foot of thr ziggurat.

They began to ascend, one scout giving her a sharp kick to the back of the knee seemingly out of spite. Up they climbed, burning braziers on every other step. The large entrance at the top of the feature loomed ominously... and at the top a beast larger than any she'd seen stood. He had deep brown fur, thick muscled and taller than any of his kin. Decked in gold bracelets and even tatters of silk, it was clear who this must be... their indomitus Rex, their leader.

 

[Ravenna]

Sol was dealt surprise after surprise as she entered the city. From everything she had read, this city fit virtually nothing of the lore on minotaurs. Where were the fights, the slaves in rags, the-Her eyes locked on a tent with the flap open. Her face suddenly flushed bright red, and she looked away, eyes wide and set then straight ahead, her back stiffening up and the feathers at her hips, shoulders, and in her hair fluffing up slightly.

She had just seen a nude minotaur, one with three females and was rather... healthily blessed. Dear gods.

As they began to ascend the steps of the pyramid, she let out a small cry, her knee cracking sharply against the stone as it was kicked out from under her. She rapidly tried to regain her footing, but a limp began to persist, a small wince across her features. Currently, she was simply riddled with pain. With soreness. With the overwhelming exhaustion that comes from running for a full day.

However, as they made it to the entrance of what seemed to be the top of the structure, her eyes widened. Had... Had she thought that the other bulls were large? Because this one... dwarfed them all. She swallowed heavily, looking him over. Dear gods, this must be their leader. Indomitus Rex, the one that was whispered about, the one that was classified as a monster to more civilized men.

A monster she was standing before, completely nude and covered in filth. Oh, why hadn't she just flown away? She could have avoided all of this. Her eyes moved up to his own, and she locked her gaze on him, anger settling in her own. She just needed... to try to explain what was going on. And to find another explanation that wasn't going to sound like complete batshit to any sane person.

"I can explain everything, I swear!" she said, hoping against hope that he understood her tongue. Although, she doubted a creature that was as close to a beast as this one was would.

 

[Anglemarr]

She tried to protest, calling out in the common tongue which even the most basest of sentient creatures knew... but it was to no avail. The Rex stood there looking as imperious and stately as ant king on his throne as this scouts bleated and chattered, clearly telling their ruler what had happened a few days before.

The largest scout reached into his pouch to pull out the stone orb that glowed faintly, but the Rex lifted his hand to halt him. The ferocity in his eyes, the sheer power of his presence made it feel like a blast of air had hit them and stopped then in their tracks. Finally he spoke, though not in common, his gruff booming voice resounding as he turned and entered the ziggurat.

Sol was dragged through the gloomy maze of passageways, lit by intermittent lantern light, the Rex had barely glanced at her, was she so beneath him he didn't even dignify to register her was a woman? More knives jabbed her firm rump, urging her onward until finally they reached a large, ornate carved chamber.

It was clear this was a throne room of sorts, a huge throne, big enough to house one such as her captor, seemingly made from the bones of giant monsters, all imposing horns and skulls, padded with leathers and scraps of garment, gilt with gold.

It was here the orb was presented to Rex, who lifted it up, examined it under the light of the large fire pit that made up the centre of the room, giving it warmth and light. Around the room stood guards, and a number of smaller, almost goat like members of his race, all carrying long staves with rams skulls on top.

There was silence save for the cracking of the fire.

 

[Ravenna]

Sol felt herself dragged once more, her eyes flashing with anger. They didn't understand her! How was she to communicate with these beings. She didn't understand their tongue, and it seemed they didn't understand hers. Flames danced along her skin for a brief second, extinguishing within the blink of an eye and leaving smoke to curl up from her form with a sweet, gentle scent. She was too weak even to do that... Gods.

Her disgust was becoming more and more palpable, her eyes cold and filled with contempt as she locked them onto the large bull. Once he examined the orb, she wanted to rush forward and rip it from him, angered that they handled it so harshly. That they didn't give it the respect it needed, nor treat it like the glass it looked to be. That thing could very well save their lives, and they were just handling it like a common stone!

"I can see that the books were right," she growled. "Uneducated beasts parading a woman around nude in punishment. Thinking it can break them. What a wonderful culture you have here." she spoke lightly, knowing she wouldn't be understood. "You're going to break it! Never trust a bull with something delicate, they'll shatter it in moments."

Her body jerked for a second as she tugged at her bonds. However it simply pulled at her hair, and she hissed in pain. "I can't even explain to you what I was doing, you don't even speak the civilized tongue. Gods what have I gotten myself into?"

 

[Anglemarr]

He examined the orb for a long moment as if captivated by its beauty. Sol would be completely unaware that he was in fact comparing the runes inscribed into the small orb to the runes he remembered from his ceremonial headdress. Fascinating... this had been lost for years... fables and legends, stories spoke of it, he right they had just been religious dogma.

He seemed to not understand her, giving her confidence to speak out, but finally he tossed the orb so casually to one of the wizened elders who began to pour over it and discuss in hushed tones as they held it to the light.

Sol felt another punch to her stomach before the branch was extracted from her hair and her arms unrestrained... but they didn't untie the knotted mass of her hair... no. The knife that had made a mess of her pretty ass, enough that she couldn't sit down without more than a wince for God knows how long sliced and hacked through her long mane... lifeless hair loosely falling to the floor.

But she was free, for now, relatively speaking. The Rex cocked a finger and leaned forward, beckoning her closer, he didn't look pleased, or excited to have her here...

 

[Ravenna]

Sol cried out slightly as he tossed the orb, moving to go after it when she felt a blade against her skin stop her. Gods damn it. Her blistering gaze turned to one of the scouts, and she hissed, showing her fangs at him. "You could break it! Don't you understand that it's a priceless, fragile artifact?" She growled, looking back to the Rex. She tugged at her restraints, and struggled, watching the orb openly.

When the branch was extracted, the female gave a sigh of relief, only to let out a small surprised squeak when her hair was sliced. Yes, it would grow back when she fed. But... The loss of weight from her head threw her off, and she quickly drew her arms forward. Her good wing stretched out, then pinned to her back once more, the other relaxing enough to hang limply at her side. She had gotten used to and tried to ignore the pain there, but the sudden movement made her wince, looking down at it. It would be tender for a day after the bone mended, she knew.


After all, the shards of bone had even sliced muscle.

The hair that fell to the floor burned to ash the moment it touched, and she let out a small sigh, shaking her head. "Did you have to do that?" she asked after a second,rubbing her wrists a bit more and rolling her neck, letting out a soft groan. She couldn't fly away. Couldn't run. Wouldn't do much in a fight. So, might as well stay put for now, no?

When the Rex cocked a finger towards her and leaned forward, she narrowed her eyes but moved closer a bit, looking up to him. "I shouldn't be here. I need to get the last artifact and then get back to the alcove," she said after a moment. "Before it starts to spread. Please understand me. Please listen. You can't be that similar to a beast..." Sol's plump lips turned into a saddened curve as she looked away. ""I really fucked this one up didn't I?"

 

[Anglemarr]

As she limped forward, Rex loomed over her. She didn't even know his name, she didn't think he could understand her. But that was the least of her worries currently, her very life on her line. She was alone, no one knew where she was, and no army in the world would fight their way through this land to save her.

He stared her down, a level, smouldering glare that bored right into her soul, she could sense his anger and frustration, his unbridled rage apparent. But the long, lingering moment hung over them, silent save for the shuffling of hooves and the crackle of the fire.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind. He rose, towering over her, his arm alone, well muscled and defined probably weighed as much as she did. He grabbed her by the hair, and grunted at two guards who barred a heavy door. Without hesitation or warning he began to walk off, dragging the Phoenix behind him by her wavy locks. With her weakened body and sprained ankle, could she keep up?

She was led to a private chamber. A strange one, there was little in the carved room save for masses of furs lining the floor and several seats. It could be a harem hall for all she knew of their race.

He tossed her to the floor, blocking the entrance and she landed on her bad wing, mangling it still further. Slowly he began to remove his ornate jewellery the heavy bracelets hitting the floor one by one.. but his eyes never left hers.

 

[Ravenna]

Her gaze met the bull's unflinchingly, her long lashes framing the shining whiskey hued orbs that burned with anger and a small bit of worry. He stood there, not responding, simply staring her down, and she was at her wit's end. Yes, he was angry. Yes, she had broken into one of their abandoned temples. But, she had no way of asking them, no way of finding how to do it right. Yes she had trespassed, but to go this far?

"Fucking beasts, all you care about is your territory and getting your cocks wet," she snapped, straightening up completely and staring him down with contempt. "You know we speak a different language, and yet you don't even call for a translator. You don't even have one do you? Probably too stupid or self righteous to care. Uncivilized, filthy, disgusting animals. All of you."

She glared, and then yelped in surprise and a good deal of pain as his hand wrapped itself into her hair with a firm handhold and began to drag her behind him. Her small frame stumbled a few times, her wing trailing across the stone floor behind her as she cursed at him in several different languages. "Son of a whore, you bastard! Let me go gods dammit!" she cried, clawing at his hands as he pulled her towards a private chamber.

As Sol was tossed to the floor, she let out a hiss of pain, her sliced flesh meeting the ground harshly. Her wing was caught under her and she nearly passed out from the pain of tearing ligaments and torn muscle protesting her rough treatment. That said, with tears in her eyes, she still turned to look at the bull that blocked the entrance and was currently... Was he undressing?

The ting of metal hitting the floor drew her eyes for a second, then caused them to widen as she struggled to stand, to scoot back, to put space between the two of them. "Oh no, I'm not one of your little whores," she said, her nerves showing in her voice. "I would very much appreciate if you put those back on..." She put her hands up in front of her, feeling stone to her back as she met a wall.

 

[Anglemarr]

The final thing to was the loin cloth, a single snap of a string saw the thing for the first time. His horse like cock was a good two feet long unerect, and his heavy, hairy balls, as large as big grapefruit hung low. His manhood was just as imposing as his stature, at almost ten foot tall. The tip was flared, three bands of thick flesh around the shaft, perhaps a form to give the females more pleasure. The thing could be used as a club, a deadly one at that.

He grabbed her by the leg, pulling the little creature towards him, sliding in the rough furs. He wondered if a Phoenix's regenerative powers also worked on her virginity... the thought caused him to snort in bullish laughter.

He spread her legs with ease, exposing her sweet slit to him... but if he was unerect, what was he going to do?

"Filthy, disgusting animal " he answered, voice deep, gravelly, and no hint of broken grammar or annunciation. It was like he had been born speaking this language. He grabbed her dainty wrists, and a thick ring that had rested on his thumb. Wasting no time he forced her hands through the golden band, skin grating as they were forced into the small aperture, acting as makeshift restraints.

"What have you gotten yourself into?" He continued, parading her statements back towards her as he lifted the flaccid cock, stroking it slowly... it could have been a leg, a thick one at that. "We mere uneducated beasts don't parade you around naked for punishment... this is your punishment!" His tone was sinister and dark, powerful and commanding, not the words of a feral beast.

His hips rolled forward, resting the huge flared tip against her slit, the thing looked like it couldn't take a finger let alone a cock like this. "Let's hear this birdies song" he growled... thrusting forward, cock entering her simply under the fierce power and momentum of his thrust, sharp enough to shatter bones and stretch her past her limit, her tiny cunt exploding around him. He roared in bullish frenzy, echoing around the small room until the walls seemed to shake...

 

[Ravenna]

Sol stared as the male removed his loincloth, her face suddenly brightening with the same flush she had gotten when the tent had flapped open earlier. Her jaw dropped, and her legs tightened instinctively. There was no doubt what he was expecting now, not at all. She'd rarely even seen a male form, and one such as this? So foreign to her? Her heart beat heavily in her ears as she didn't realize how close he was getting to her.

When his hand curled around her leg, she let out a small squeak of surprise and tried to kick back at him, simply being dragged towards the lumbering male and then under. Her eyes locked onto his hanging flaccid cock and then moved to his face, her own head shaking. She struggled to move away, instead having her hands pulled up and his words washed over her, paling her features even more. Oh gods he had been able to understand her. Oh the things she had said. Her eyes widened, and she tried to pull away from his grip.

Instead, her hands were bound in cutting metal, a small trail of blood falling from where it had broken her skin. She winced, a small whimper escaping her as she began to realize her own situation. Especially once he mimicked her own words back to her, stroking himself. "You-You're not going to fit. Gods if you wanted to kill me you could have- Ohnopleasedon't." Her words were fast as he rested the huge limb against her entrance.

But of course, she wasn't listened to.

He wanted to hear her song? It was a symphony of cries, of a scream paired with tears that fell down her face as her flesh tore, as he busted through something that was surprisingly intact for someone her age. As he stretched her to her brink, and then pushed past it. Her hands, bound as they were, strained against him as her back arched, the skin of her abdomen stretching and showing a bulge where his flesh lay. She felt her hip crack slightly from the force of the slam, the sharp claiming that overtook her. She could feel where she was raw, where she was torn internally, and let out a sobbing breath.

"Stop! Please stop! Gods please."

 

[Anglemarr]

Her hollow cries blended with with lusty snorts, bovine features and all too human eyes looming over her in smug superiority. This was an all too frequent occurrence in minotaur halls, after all, they were all Male, relying on other races for breeding. But frequently those initial screams of pain and fear turned into lusty mewls of pleasure, they'd have to... or die from the struggle and constant abuse of their sex. The finest of minotaur slaves were those that embraced their position, seeing themselves as heralds of a superior race, chosen for their beauty and brains to be bred and used for pleasure... a woman's place.

Would Sol be the same? Would she bend and break psychologically as she did physically? His cock swelled inside her, the girthy mass hardening with every thrust, with every scream she let out. This was karmic justice and the Rex was indeed getting off on delivering it. His cock bulged from her stomach, the impression of his shaft indented against her slender body, a literal toy. A minotaurs balls swelled the longer they went without release, with an attitude to match, the Rex was using her for his gratification, his smelly, musky scent falling over her with every thrust.

"Son of a whore" he growled, she was right, an all Male race could hardly thrive without them. "And your spawn will be too" the words were spat with such venom and spite, his contempt for the set of holes he fucked clearly obvious. He had realigned her bones, forcing her body to bend and break to accommodate him like a river towards the ocean, inevitable and supreme.

Gripping her by the plumes of feathers that burst from her hips to lift her from the floor, her back arching as she was raised up, using her like a sleeve, rather than moving his hips he used her body to masturbate, his veiny, thick girthy grinding through her body, the tight cavity of her cunt unable to confine him. The bullish brute snorted, kicking a musky tang to her precious nose, using her body to roll against his as his shaft continued to swell and grow, looking down it could be seen to be less than half embedded in her... what kind of woman could take this without utterly breaking?

 

[Ravenna]

Pale eyes awash in tears widened even farther when the male grunted out that her spawn will be the son of a whore. A whore? "I-I am not" she choked that sentence off with a small whimper of pain, her head falling back as she finally... stopped struggling and tried to simply force herself through the pain. Her legs were no longer flailing, her hands no longer straining and cutting themselves worse.

But, her body was cracking around him and stretching, filled as far as it could go at this point with every inch he had given her. Her breasts heaved as she shuddered, turning her head and closing her eyes while biting a fang into her bottom lip to try to stifle the cries that tried to escape from her throat. Her hands tightened into little fists, feeling her flesh tearing around him.

As she felt him lift her by the feathers at her hips, a small whimper turning into a sharp cry as he raised her up. His hands around her form left bruises along her flesh, and her head fell backwards. Her hands pushed against his chest for a few moments before tightening in stifled pain as she felt him swelling inside of her, pushing her even farther. Blood trailed down her thighs, and she looked down to see the horror that he wasn't even fully in her. Muscles were tearing, her very hip was cracking, and her broken wing tried to lift weakly to the side.

Her eyes were wide, terrified, as he used her like a little cock sleeve, sliding her tiny form up and down the spire of bull meat that was nearly rending her in two, the pronunciation of it through her stomach making her stare for a few moments. It.. It hurt. So badly. Him tugging on those feathers, the sensitive plumes making her dizzy. He was saturating her in the scent of a bull's mating, soaking into her very flesh with every harsh, forceful, raging thrust into her, and all she could do was drop her head and close her eyes, the waves of shimmering sunset toned silk cloaking her features.

"P-Please don't... tear them out," she whimpered, unable to look at him at this point.

 

[Anglemarr]

The Rex enjoyed defiling this sweet beauty. Even beneath the pale skin, the dirt, the blood sends bruises he could see what she was, her knee her type, many slaves with her superior smugness came through their lands, all so certain they could not break, that they could last forever. Now he had three that were borderline suicidal, being denied their breeding rights, taken only anally and often denied the sweet bliss of orgasm... they were broken. Sol would be too.

The musky, oxen like bovine smell filled the air as he exerted himself, the bullish figure kneeling was still as tall as a man, broader too, bouncing her on his cock, now fully erect, it bulged alarmingly both inside and without, the tight passage to her body restrictive even as it stretched beyond its limit! She pleaded for him to not pluck out those pretty feathers and instantly the hairs on his neck stood up, loathing the idea of a a sex aid, created by their gods for breeding, to be owned by the greatest race in the world, attempting to order him around.

Everyone has heard of a charging bull, few lived through a charge of bullish warriors... what happened next was not dissimilar. Grabbing her by the neck the full force of his hand crushed her, he rose, lifting the dumb bird like she was nothing and to a man of his size, she was.... he stampeded forward, there wasn't much room in the small space to build up momentum, but he still crushed her against the wall, bringing the charge, the rush of wind to an end, the blow caught her good ring behind her, between the wall and her slender body... And him. Bones shattered, the wind knocked from her, but he looked like he had barely exerted himself at all.

All the time that thick shaft never left her, and the vicious thrust, the roll of his hips sent his cock jutting upwards, completing the violation as that fist of a cock slammed into her innards, rearranging her insides to fit his Male form. He boldly grunted, thrusting again, not caring edgar damage he did to her body as he extracted vengeance for her sacrilege and amused himself by using her body for his own pleasure. He was spiteful, vindictive, supremely powerful and intelligent... and much worse, he knew it and lauded it.

 

[Ravenna]

When he no longer purposely pulled her feathers for a few moments, she let out a breath of relief, dropping her head against him for a small moment. However, it seemed like she had said something to anger him, as she soon found herself slammed against a wall, his cock thrusting even deeper into her as ribs cracked and her head slammed against the stone. Bruising covered her form, and she felt a knot beginning on the back of her head, welling up and aching with sharp shards of pain.

His hand was around her throat, and she groaned weakly lifting her chin and closing her eyes. A sign that she wasn't fighting him at this point, but dangerous to show someone who obviously meant her harm a weak spot. Who was she kidding, at this point her whole body was a weak point. Her arms were nearly crushed, her wings both now slumped back weakly, one shattered the other fractured, and her body lay as a canvas for his markings of rage.

He never once stopped violating her body, however at this point, she didn't find it nearly as painful. Perhaps because of the horrendous amounts of pain she was already in, or perhaps because he was genuinely more than she could have ever thought for, but instead of simply laying weakly against him, her hips shifted for her comfort, her form tightening around him as a small, not quite agonized whimper fled her lips.

"I-I didn't mean... I'm sorry," she said softly, hazily. Sol's golden gaze was closed, her head hanging as she simply accepted and struggled to get through this experience. Get through it.. without her mind shifted from her purpose here.