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When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

"Ah...ah...ah...AH!" Amica moaned out loud as Celete's tongue tried to find her sweet spots and managed to hit just about ever nerve on the way there through sheer determination. Her hand pushed against the marble cock over and over, driving it into her faster and faster as she neared her own climax. "Oh gods...Celeste...! Redfang would...would...!" she didn't finish the sentence, loosing it in a groan as she arched her back in pleasure. Keeping one hand over Celeste's cunt the other suddenly slid underneath he leather bindings, possible in violation of Redfang's orders.

Underneath the black leather her fingers found the clit, hard and yearning to be touched after receiving so little stimulation all night. Her finger trailed out around it, the marble phallus sliding between them as she pushed it inside of her once more. Coming back she pinched the little nerve bundle, Celeste's juices aiding her in sliding under the leather.

Then it happened. The tongue inside her hit just the right spot and Amica hand went down hard on the marble cock as every muscle in her body tightened at once. "Oh yes! Oh gods yes!" She yelled like a harlot, the teenager cumming hard around Celeste's tounge.
 

"I....I'll take the ... the blame. This .. isn't ... your fault .... oh thank you, Amica. That's so damn good ... mmmm .... " Her moans were matching Amica's in volume and length of time. Her tongue was diving up so fast, so eagerly ... the lack of food from the last three days wasn't helping. Now that the sweet juices were easily sliding into her mouth, it was helping her calm her appetite a bit. But it wasn't at the same time; it was like a drug. One taste ... and she couldn't stop! At the rate Celeste was going, the only thing that would stop her would be Redfang himself.

Finally ... she found it and brought Amica over the edge. Panting and shivering as she swallowed all she could, she bucked her hips up against the phallus, moaning long and loud. "Amica ... ohhh thank you ... mmm ... like ... like that .... more! MORE!" Her hips moved faster, her muscles squeezing around the make-shift cock. "AMICA! AMICA! OHHHHHHHHHH!" Her head tossed back as she screamed, unable to control her voice anymore, as she came ... hard.
 
Amica collapsed on top of her, her body sweating hard and panting as both women road out the waves of their orgasm. She lay there several moments, toga bunched up between her waist collecting sweat and cum as it leaked onto Celeste's chest. Her fingers played around Celeste's thighs, drawing little circles on them as they enjoyed the afterglow.

Eventually she moved, turning her body and laying beside Celeste with her head against the crook of her neck. One are wrapped around her chest, lightly trailing over the claw marks Redfang had left. "He's out for now," she whispered. "Leading hunting parties and scouting for Spartan warriors." She looked up at Celeste then, seeing if their was any reaction at her mention of it. "He won't be back until tonight, he has something special planned...for you."

Her hand took Celeste's in a soft grasp and moved it between them, laying it on Celeste's belly. "You're going to carry his pups you know. You're so lucky."
 

In the midst of her panting and shuddering, a sigh of relief left her lips. Thankfully, it seemed she had chosen perhaps the best time to give into her lust as she was told Redfang was out. "I .. I see." Trying to hold Amica as best as she could, an arm began to gently move up and down the girl's back. "....Was ... was I your first woman? You ... were really good. I... I'm sorry if I startled you or anything but ... I hope that was as good for you as it was me."

A sigh - this time of annoyance - left as her head weakly shook. "Damnit ... I'm not ready for that!" She knew how pathetic it sounded, moreso with her being as old as she was and way overdue for marriage anyways. "And ... fuck sakes .... " Her fists did clench at the mention of going for the Spartans. "... I guess me being found and dragged here wasn't enough for him. I was hoping he'd leave them alone still ... "

Staring down at the hand on her belly, she looked up anxiously to Amica. "...Does he have favor with Venus as well?" That would be one of the easiest ways she could begin to think of why he had been so confident on the issue. Her head continued to shake in denial at the thought of becoming pregnant. ".... Please is there any way this can be stopped? I .... I'm really not ready nor wanting pups. Not yet at least. It's already taken a lot of pride for me to begin to admit I want him ... physically and intimately, along with you. This ... would be too much for me though ...."
 
Amica smiled a place a light kiss on her forehead. "You were wonderful." It was certainly a strange situation, the younger girl taking on the role of experience and knowledge in their field when two days ago Celeste had commanded an army of men. "And..." she added with a blush. "You weren't my first woman. Redfang has taken many slaves over the years and sometimes he enjoys watching us together...as do I." Her hand cupped Celeste's breast, lifting the large mound slightly against her.

As she lamented her fate and those of the Spartans Amica tried to sooth her. "I don't think he means to kill your soldiers...not the women anyway." She bit her lip, debating telling her this. "He mentioned something about needing more women tonight. Apparently they did not capture enough of your female warriors during the battle." She said it so nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for her master to capture women to be enslaved and raped.

"As for Venus...he HAS offered much to her in sacrifice. But I am no priestess. No one can really know who holds favor of the gods." She looked at Celeste with confused eyes. "You should be happy. You'll be brought to Rome with your belly filled with the litter of our strongest general. You'll be the envy of all Rome!" The fat that she would also be a symbol of his conquest over Sparta went unsaid, though Amica seemed to feel this was a genuine honer.
 

"Thank you." An unusually proud smile, despite the weird way of thanking someone, still crossed Celeste's lips. She gave a soft smile as she nodded in understanding. "I ... figured as much. You hesitated a lot less ... and seemed to know exactly what you're doing. If ... Redfang doesn't mind sharing you with other women maybe ... he'll accept my request for you both ... to somehow 'own' me." Another shiver trailed down her body as her breast got cupped. "....Mmmm Amica. I'm not sure whom exactly but someone has definitely blessed you."

"....Well I figured that much. I'm proof of that. We ... met quite a while ago. I'm not sure what of me he has or hasn't said. But there is no point in lying anymore. We go back .. have a bit of a history with one another. I've already seen his ... methods and preferences. I wouldn't expect him to murder the women." An eyebrow couldn't help but raise. Sparta was so huge ... almost all whom heard of it knew that few women were trained there. "...He will be disappointed then. There are almost no women within the ranks of Sparta's armies. I .... was a very special exception."

Her body trembled as her head shook more. "....I .... I can't be! I'm horrified! I -- if I have to become pregnant, fine. But ... I do not want to be shown off to all of Rome!" Right now, she'd give anything to run away with just Amica. As some thoughts came to her, she asked softly, "... Where are we, anyways? Also ... do you know where the keys for these are?" She pulled at the chains.
 
Amica was taken aback by the statement. "Oh no no no! I am but a slave, I can own nothing and no one! Everything I have it on my master's blessing." She leaned up and pressed her forehead against Celeste, her shock giving way to a smile. "But...I wouldn't mind simply being with you..." her words let to the kiss she planted on her lips, a lovers kiss.

"He doesn't speak of it much..." she whispered between kisses. "But some of the other slaves have heard him speak your name in the temples over the years. And when he learned you were leading the army..." As she finally pulled away she laughed. "I've heard as much about Sparta. The women they have taken so far have mostly been from farms and other places in the Spartan territory they've managed to invade. But when the lycans heard you were leading a Spartan army...well, once they get an idea in their head it can be hard to dissuade them." This was coming from obvious experience on Amica's part.

The air around them shifted when she asked about the keys to her chains. "I...I can't tell you that. You must know I can't." Despite the moment they shared when it came down to it Amica was fiercely loyal to Redfang and to Rome and Celeste was...despite some signs to the contrary, a Spartan prisoner of war who could not fully be trusted. "I must go." She pulled away from their nude embrace, pulling her toga back her shoulder and straitening herself. "I need to bring you something to eat. You will need your strength.
 

"Slaves can technically own others but .... " Her head nodded in understanding. "True, it doesn't usually work that way. Just ... being with me will more than suffice though. Thank you." Her eyes closed as she returned the kiss, a low moan leaving.

As she went on about Redfang, an amused smirk couldn't help but cross her face. "...Hold up. Mars is the patron watcher of Sparta. Why would he betray his own city? I get the feeling that lest Sparta decides to side with Redfang ... he won't win. Or, rather, he won't conquer Sparta as he intends to attempt. Verona was watched over no one. Sparta ... however ... is quite the different story." Her head shook as the plan sounded even more foolish really. But ... she had another point. Redfang was already out and about; there was no point in beginning to trying to stop him.

"I ... I do. I'm sorry but ... please. Surely you can understand the dire measures I'm resorting to ... even if only a bit? If nothing else ... don't mention I asked that of you to Redfang." Her heart seemed to sink as she stood up. The reason would be worth it but still ... she didn't want to be alone. "...Alright. I'll await for your return." She murmured, her head turning in defeat.

Waiting for her to leave, she began twisting and moving her wrists and ankles. If she needed to dislocate - break - or gods forbid, somehow worse - just to get away ... she would. Minerva! Please ... forgive my act of lust by giving me the strength to get out ... Continuing to twist and jerk violently, she bit down on her lower lip to keep silent. If any of it worked ... she would definitely scream and that would merely set off an alarm. One she would not want any of the others to hear.
 
She would find the chains were held fast and secure, more than a match for the strength of one woman. But...at least one of the gods must have been watching out for her as she struggled against her chains, revealing how she might escape if she were willing to give it her all. If she was willing to bear through the pain and dislocate her own wrist...she could pull it free, though the pain would be extreme. Once freed of one, if she could mange to pop the joint back into place she could reach down and dig the chain free from the ground. The legs could be dug out as well, though the chains would still be fashioned to her. She would have to act quickly though as Amica would return with food and no doubt she would cry out to stop her escape.

Regardless of her actions the slave girl eventually returned to the tent, basket of bread and fish in hand, and looked over to where Celeste should have been resting...
 

By the time she felt the ability to free herself ready and available, she had to bite down roughly upon her lower lip. So much that blood fell from her lower lip, all to keep her from screaming aloud in agony. It had been worth it ... but she had preferred another way. Then again, she wouldn't dare complain. This would be, she knew, one of the few chances she would have at getting away. She would do all she could to take it. Shuddering and panting heavily as she finished the process of dislocating, she put at least her right wrist back in place. For now, she'd leave her left.

Before Amica came back in, she slipped out of the tent. There was only one more thing to do ... risky as it was. Going from tent to tent, she searched frantically for her bow and quiver. If within five minutes she can't find them, she goes on and gets her head start, knowing she still has a few hours minimum to gain some distance. It would be much easier to survive with them .... but if she truly had to, she would do without them; though a bit reluctantly.

With or without the bow and arrows, she ran .... ignoring the pain from her left wrist. Adrenaline was fueling her on ... the pain actually giving her a bit of incentive to go faster. Wincing and panting, she finally began to take note of what was around her now that she could see what was nearby. The sight of trees was the first immediate thing. Maybe ... a lake ... something ... Never once stopping, she continued running, the main sounds leaving from around her being her heart racing and the attached chains.
 
The broad daylight made navigating around the other tents tricky, especially as the rest of the army was up and about. Her skills won her this victory however, the lycans and humans of the camp missing her as they went about their own chores. It seemed mostly humans were about now doing the grunt work of the army, the wolves themselves likely patrolling farther out. They would be a problem once she was far enough away.

As if to reestablish her faith in the gods she found her bow soon after leaving her tent, the weapon and quiver held in a prayer tent dedicated to none of than the goddess Diana. A carved wooden statue of the goddess seemed to be watching over it, Redfang appearing to have laid out the weapon at the alters feet as an offering. The quiver had been left with it for it appeared empty but only because none had tried to pull an arrow from it when it had been dumped out.

As she made her way from the camp she would hear a horn blow and the sound of howling wolves answering it. No doubt Amica had raised the alarm by now and a hunting party was being set out. But the forest was soon reached, a large lake spanning the distance with the sun overhead. She had little time to plan before the wolves caught up with her trail.
 

Realizing the feeling of the marble was hitting her thighs, it made her wince and recall she hadn't taken it out. In her rush to leave, she had forgotten. But in a way, Amica had also given she didn't completely redo the straps. That, in itself, would be enough for her. Letting the device fall out, she let it fall in the grass. Aiming it in a direction away from the lake, she then ran towards it.

Not mind nor caring how cold it would be, she jumped in. Breaking the top of a reed off from the water, she submerged herself and her bow and quiver. Using the now secretly open reed, she would use it to remain as long as she needed to. A sigh of relief left ... if she could stall long enough, she could make it. Now the better question ... would it be wise to head back to Sparta? Probably not, knowing Redfang had already gone after the soldiers from there. And if it had been as bad as she was fearing, their numbers had dwindled too much.

It pained her, really. She had but gotten engaged not too long ago and now ... she was so torn ... confused. Her confession on having wanted Redfang and Amica were not a lie ... but now she was finding herself switching between if that was really what she desired or not. Continuing to use the cat tail, steady breaths continued to leave.
 
The lycan hunter let out a pained whine as he was smacked against he snout hard enough to send him flying to the ground. Redfang was not the kind of general you wanted to piss off. He tolerated failure to an extent, especially when it was inevitable, but some cases...

"She was dragging CHAINS!" Redfang roared at the group of hunters who had tried to track down Celeste while he was gone. Behind them the sun was setting in the distance, the day having passed without them finding the Spartan commander. Redfang had just returned from his patrol after having some degree of success and looking forward to that night festivities...when this was sprung on him.

"She was wounded!" his words became less and less intelligible in the human tongue the angrier he became, turning into growls and snarls rather than real words. "Naked with no idea as to her surroundings! And you couldn't track her?!" He bent over the hunting leader, roaring in his face and letting him know just how displeased he was over this. Punishments would be in order all around after tonight, made even worse if they didn't manage to find her.

"And you..." he pointed a claw at Amica, the slave girl standing between two large lycans with tears in her eyes. "Why didn't you alert someone the moment she asked for the key to her chains? And laying with her, when I told you she must not be allowed release?!" He was standing his full height over her now as she sobbed, fear overtaking her. He waved her away, shaking his head in disgust. "Take her out of my sight." The two lycans nodded, grabbing the poor girl by the arms and carrying her away. She made no move to resist, only looking back as her master walked towards the edge of camp.

[/b]"Ready my hunters,"[/b] he growled, referring to his personal squad. "I will be leading this personally."

The next hour passed quickly, the sun now just a thin line of the horizon as Redfang ran on all fours, a team of five lycans behind him. Her trail had ended near the lake, his men loosing her a distance away from it, but Redfang was no fool. Sniffing the ground he searched for any signs, his ears perked for the sound of arrows flying through the air.
 

Even with the reed aiding her out, she did still need to breathe. Allowing herself to break the water - doing so as quietly as possible - she looked down to her left wrist. Now that she wasn't being rushed ... and had a chance, it would be the best time to get that fixed. Biting down more on the reed, she forced it back into place, a whimper of agony leaving. Still, now she would have both arms able to be used ... and that would greatly help out should she need to use her bow. Actually.... as her stomach reminded her, she realized she probably would, somewhat regrettably, need to. And sooner than later, especially with two of the three days being forced in terms of consciousness - or lack of.

Panting and still wincing lightly, she then began gazing around the lake -- mainly what was across from it. It couldn't be too much worse than what she was in the midst of leaving ... could it? Her eyes then went up ... and noted signs in the sky suggested it was becoming twilight. Redfang was probably back from .... whatever he had done, according to Amica. His 'hunt' it had sounded like.

Regardless, knowing he was back made it seem more foolish to try to go hunting for food. He would find her ... especially if she began to work on cooking any type of game. All the same ... she did need something. Cursing lowly, she dove back under. Slowly, but steadily, she began going across the lake, still using the reed to help her breath and remain hidden. She knew this may not be smart to do now ... but she would need something. And the longer she prolonged getting food, the worse things would be. ... Maybe if I can just something like berries ... all I'd need to do then is be silent. The water had - hopefully - gotten rid of most of the other obvious scents that would have otherwise given her away.

Continuing to make her way across, she carefully climbed out upon reaching the other end. Getting any water out of her ears, she then began running deeper into the woods. Her eyes and ears remained open; mainly for something to eat but also .... Redfang.
 
Redfang paced around the edge of the lake as his hunters fanned out in opposite directions. She must have used the water to disguise her scent, a trick that could hide you even from a wolf. He looked out over the top of the water, the darkening sky turning it an inky black. It was still as could be as the wind died around them. The stillness of the air made him uneasy as he knew her scent wouldn't carry without it. Still, he would press on with the hunt.

A hour passed as the sun disappeared entirely, the moon slowly starting to replace it. Still there had been no luck as the circled the lake and Redfang was starting let rage overtake him, snapping at any of his packmates who offered advice and thinking of Amica's punishment.

"Redfang!" one of his wolves barked from several yards away, gesturing the ground under him. As his fellow lycans joined him Redfang saw the bare footprints in the soft dirt of the shoreline and could smell the faint scent of the female. Growling, he reered his head back and let out a long, loud howl that echoed over the lake and into the woods. The rest of the pack would be alerted and follow it to its source, but also he wanted for her to hear it. He wanted her to know he was coming, that he would find her. With luck she would panic or even better, try to fight.

Dropping on all fours he leaped into the woods to follow the trail, his pack close behind him and ready to hunt.
 

Thankfully, Celeste had been able to find some berries not too far off. She was kneeling before the patch, eagerly eating them. It wasn't the best. But it was much better than nothing at all. An all-too-familiar sound, however, made her choke and shake. ... No way! Even with the head start?! Her head shook in disbelief. DAMNIT MARS! LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP LETTING HIM FIND ME! Quickly getting back onto her feet to stand at her full height, trembling, she glanced around frantically.

The lake wouldn't be an option; not after hearing the howl had come not too far from there. It would be annoying ... but the only other thing coming to her mind was trying a tree. These had, from appearance, sturdier branches and were taller than the ones in Verona. Knowing her time was pressed, she began climbing, wincing in pain. Oh it definitely hurt ... but if she could get high enough and hide ... it'd be worth all the effort in the end. Her eyes remained upward, the moon beginning to shine in her anxious eyes as she started heading upward.
 
He caught her scent on the ground, her trail leading farther into the woods and smelling fresher the more he followed it. She was close, he knew this. But would he find her? She had slipped through his grasp once before and she had said the same would happen now but he refused to let that happen. No goddess would keep her from his claws, not even Juno herself. He had Mars on his side and the strength of the wolf, he would not be denied!

He came to a stop at the base of several trees, her trail ending in this area. The other wolves spread out around him searching ever nook and cranny for a possible hiding place. His head craned up to view the darkness above them, the tops of the trees hidden by the darkness and the thick foliage. "I know you're here somewhere!" he growled. "Come out now, you know I will find you!"
 

She had gone as high up as she could .. before her body got too scratched up by the rough wood. Sitting carefully upon a branch, holding onto one above her to keep from falling, the trembling woman looked down as she heard Redfang's voice. Her head slowly shook no through the air, making sure to avoid anything that would make herself known. This wolf was insane to believe she would give herself up. More than anything .... Celeste wanted to cry and scream, as if she were the same child he had known her as years ago.

She was infuriated! Frustrated! But more than those two emotions, she was scared! Even if Verona hadn't been rebuilt since the attack upon it, she wanted to go home; or somewhere she could avoid being hunted. Even if he gave up and left her here, Sparta was out of the question to head to. He knew of her fiance. Then again, her soldiers had seen her take on Redfang toe-to-toe and with the fact she didn't come back ... she may already be assumed dead anyways. She would have to think of yet another place to go.

Biting down on her sore lower lip to keep from crying, she tightened her shaky hand around the branch. Please .... make him go away! I don't want this! Worse than her desire to not want this, though, was pure fear. His threats on breaking her body had probably not been idle and it was clear that he really was quite the sore loser. She dreaded facing him. From the hints Amica had given, it sounded possibly like some sort of orgy would have taken place. If that were still going to continue ... now it would definitely be reinforced should he break something ... and it would be an event Celeste was not looking forward to at all.
 
He had almost left, almost decided to spread out his search amongst the forest floor, went he smelt it. Blood. Her blood. It was faint, from no more than a scratch at most, but it was there. He gnashed his teeth as the smell hit him, images of her arrogant smirk filling his mind. He was angry, so very very angry. And she would see that anger as he looked back up into the trees, his good eye narrowing at her terrified gaze from down below.

"THERE!" He pointed a single claw, roaring out and getting the attention of the others. He did not wait for them to arrive though, instead leaping to at the base of the tree and digging his claws into the bark. Wolves were not made to climb trees but his kind were more than just wolves. Lycans were the fusion of mans form with the nature of a beast, the best of both and weaknesses of neither as Romulus would say. Even so, his large form did not make the climb any easier as he chased her up the tree, branches breaking under his feet causing him to nearly fall once or twice.

But he would not let her escape. He would never let her escape. It was clear from the feral look he carried, fangs barred and yellow eye blazing. She was right to fear for her safety, for even Redfang might kill her when in this state.
 

"NO!" Screaming and hissing in fury, she shakily stood. DAMN YOU MARS! WHY?! Whimpering and shuddering, she knew her options were even more limited. None of the other trees were too close to attempt jumping to. Missing ... would be fatal, not just because of the height but also what waited below; more of the Lycans. Going up .... would be equally as risky. But as opposed to heading down, she would rather resume her climb, knowing it would be a double-edged blade for them both.

Trembling and shaking she resumed climbing ... but not before clutching her engagement ring. Within seconds, a falcon appeared above her. If she had to get caught again, she would not let him get everything. "....Take these ... " She murmured, handing it the quiver and bow. Once they got secured in it's talons and flew away, she resumed climbing. "WHY?! WHY WON'T YOU JUST GO AWAY?!" She hissed, not daring to look back.
 
NEVER! he roared as she climbed higher, another branch breaking under his weight. His claws dug into the wood, splinters digging into his paws as he fell several feet before stopping and leaving long gashes in the side of the tree. As he gathered his footing he saw her handing her items to the falcon, the bird seeming to appear out of nowhere. Magic... he growled, knowing this must be some affair the gods have meddled in again. Her Spartan ties had apparently many blessings bestowed on her. But we shall she how much those blessings are worth when her neck was between his fangs.

Below them the other lycans were circling the tree, barking and growling as their alpha hunted down their prey. They didn't try following, the tree not big enough for them all, but they would make sure there would be no coming down and running off for Celeste.

Soon Redfang was catching up with her as she ran out of tree to climb. You are mine! he snarled at her, flecks of saliva flying through the air. You blinded my eye, humiliated me, and then sought to raise an army against Rome! His claw swung at her, breaking apart the branch that her foot rested on at that moment. "When you lie at my feet, cunt overflowing with seed and belly swollen with child all of Rome will be there to see it and know that the Spartans are at an end! That the Roman empire will soon have the world in its grasp!"

He suddenly lunged upwards, clearing several branches as they neared the top. The branches creaked and groaned under their weight but he was in no straight to heed their warning. Claws extended he grabbed at her leg.
 

"That ... last one .... wasn't my idea! The leader of Sparta ... that was his! I ... merely had to follow orders!" Finding a branch, she started climbing along it. The snapping made her look down, though not without holding on tightly, as she saw branches were giving into his weight. Maybe ... it would be enough to convince him not to keep following? This was too high .... but there was no way for her to try going down. Not now ... now it was way too late.

Her head shook as she heard the hint of becoming pregnant. "NEVER! I'M NOT CARRYING YOUR CHILDREN! I ... WON'T .... ALLOW IT!" A gasp left as he found her leg ... making her hold on tighter. "YOU IDIOT! LET GO! WE'LL BOTH DIE IF YOU PULL US DOWN!" Now that his weight was adding onto hers, the branch she was trying so dearly to cling onto was also giving on.

More whimpers left as tears began to fall. ... I know I keep begging but please .... don't allow death or future pregnancies ... Twisting and turning her leg, she tried to get Redfang off of her. Between the massive weight difference and her lower body being rather weaker as opposed to her upper, however, it was easier said than done. Continuing to shake in fear, her attempts hastened ... moreso when she felt even more of the branch she was holding onto giving in. "DAMNIT LET GO! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?! WE WILL DIE IF YOU KEEP THIS UP! UNLESS YOU HAVE SOME WAY TO GROW WINGS OR SLOW OUR FALL, WE WILL DIE!"
 
He answered her by tightening his grab and pulling harder, yanking her away from her branch and closer to him. It looked as though he didn't care about the danger, all his thoughts going to getting his claws on her. And he took another step up the tree could handle no more, the branch underneath him giving way and taking him down with it. But not alone.

As his full weight pulled down on her leg the branch she was desperately clinging to broke off at the base and she was dragged down with Redfang. Everything was a rush of darkness and bark, Redfang softening the blows as she landed on his chest. The branches served to slow their fall and he held her above him, claws around her leg and waist refusing to let her escape. Each level of branches usehed in a pained howl from him until with a crack they landed, the group of lycans below catching them as best they could though they still ended up sprawled out on the ground as they rolled off the hunters, Celeste rolling away from Redfang but not from the other lycans. They were on her quickly, rough paw-like hands holding her down as Redfang stirred beside her.

He groaned, blood dripping down his chest from his re-opened wounds. Turning his eye to meet her he snorted. "Mars...will not yet let me die."
 

"NO WAIT!" And with that, the last bit of support fell. A scream left and it felt like she was falling forever. Landing with a hiss, she felt herself clinging onto her consciousness. She was too scared that if she closed her eyes, they wouldn't open again. She began to see ... ten? Ten lycans? No ... no it was double vision she noted after a few more blinks; though by that time they had her pinned.

Groaning weakly, she looked down to herself and felt that aside from very sore, she was also still alive ... in one piece. At least that part of the prayer had been heard which she was very grateful for. The worst she was seeing right now, were her wounds - shoulder especially due to the dislocating - reopened. But ... otherwise she was relatively well. Panting heavily, she looked slowly up to Redfang.

"We both ... have that blessing with our ... respective .... deities .... " She murmured, swallowing as she felt herself in perhaps the worst possible scenario. Too weak ... weaponless ... and still nude. She couldn't dodge nor protect herself. She was at his mercy, much as she hated to think about that. Closing her eyes, she prepared for him to end it, doubting he still had patience left to allow her to live.
 
As Redfang pushed himself back on his feet two of the other lycans moved in to assist. He brushed them away, snarling "I'm fine." The other lycans nodded in respect to his strength, his rough response to their assistance just their way. Staggering for a moment he scratched at his chest and matted his fur with blood in the process. Letting out a rough snort he gestured to his pack to lift hold her down by her arms, an order they readily complied with. The black-furred creatures forced her on her back, pressing down on her arms despite her shoulder injury but allowing her legs freedom of movement. The beasts were staring at her intently, as if they instinctively knew what was coming.

He approached her slowly, tail moving back and forth behind him. "History repeating itself?" he growled, bending down at her legs. I don't think so. Roughly grabbing her left leg he held it out over his knee, claws digging into her skin and feeling the muscles twitching under it. Regardless how much she kicked or fought he wouldn't let go, taking any kick she landed on him. "What was it you said? I didn't have the guts?" Despite being blind in it his white eye seemed to be staring at her, looking right into her soul. "Mine," he seemed to howl at her. "You are mine."

The resounding crack echoed through the forest around them as he broke her leg, his beast strength giving him all the power he needed. A few of the lycans let out a snarl and laugh at the sound, enjoying the suffering of their enemy.
 
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