#kitsu4e.

          another  night,  there  is  yet  defiance.  always  cheeky,  snappy.  truly,  how  could  someone  such  as  an  ARCHON  allow  her  pets  to  go  untrained?  a  blessing,  in  some  ways.  it'd  make  breaking  in  this    dog    all  the  more  sweeter.  none  whom  lived  have  gone  without  discipline.  harsh  as  it  is,  inhumane  as  it  may.  knave  would  ensure  that  this  woman  would  become  so  enthralled  with  the  blood  moon    -    begging  to  be  curled  'round  index  finger.

          her  immediate  tone,  being  greeted  with  such  malice.  it  ignites  frustration    -    annoyance.  arlecchino  inhales  rather  sharp;  exhaling  slowly.  allowing  the  PREY  to  get  under  skin  would  cloud  true  judgement.  she  will  know  authority,  she  will  know  that  the  APEX  PREDATOR  stands  in  her  presence.

                                ❝       you  will  speak  to  me  with  respect.  you  are  nothing  here,  a  shell  of  your  former  self.  the  guuji  you  once  were,    no  longer  exists.    ,    voice  firm,  hard.  standing  mere  inch  from  the  bar's  that  separate  two  figures.  cursed  gaze  fixated  upon  pinkette    -    constraints  of    hell    rise.  tension  in  darkness,  consuming  the  kitsune  in  nothingness.  fires  rage,  hotness  seering  skin.  a  demonic  hand  reaches  through  spaces  of  metal    -    palm  came  to  pressed  against  eyes     *&     grip  'round  scalp.

          pure,  unfiltered  fear.

          a  hint  at  what  CONSUMPTION  of  guts  would  come  soon  after.

          *&     they  return  to  dim  light.  relaxed  muscles,  another  soft  sigh  through  nostrils.  lids  closed  as  crown  tilts  forward    -    a  cockiness  is  displayed.  hands  retrieved  a  shiny,  golden  item  from  pockets  of  overcoat...  flashing  them  to  violet  eyes.  in  the  center,  this  jewelry  held  a  similar  accented  color.

knave allowed their palm to be delicately handled *& warm skin pressing into own black, it emits a low hum. one of delight. an unexpected turn. lips curl into a smile, cheek resting against the closed fist.

         It isn't so often the Harbinger is greeted by this creatures pure form - It's utterly adorable, always a pleasant surprise *&  usually met with positive engagement. Despite the cold nature of a FATHER, animal-life *&  that of insects created a softer spot in their rotten heart. They allowed such small paws to need into clean pants, small pieces of rosette fur clinging to slacks. Burnt palm came over head, petting *&  running fingers delicately through soft, silk-like fur. A sense of ease, of heat rushed to cheeks - prompting Arlecchino to face away momentarily. Eyes shifted to the side, still looking at her pet, however.

         Bindings visible 'cross bosom, tightened against sternum    *&    rib-cage. Finger's tips felt through bandages, pressing into damp *& sweat filled white, creating an ugly muddy-yellowish color. They needed changed, it's what The Knave thought about during this moment of intimacy, vulnerability. For once, toxic-pair is resting in Father's quarters. The softest bed Fontaine could offer - feather filled pillows, silk red sheets, pure white comforter, now stained with similar sweat    *&    soiled accents, small blood splatters scattered across [ ... ] with an invertible ebony on it's underside. A larger than necessary bedroom, once filled with smells of expensive perfumes    *&    cologne, dim lit candles to give a bit of character in late evenings [ ... ] now drown out with the scent of sex - two bodies mixing together. Be it lovingly or that of hatred, a roughness lay beneath gentle gestures. Beaten, bruised bloody. Bite marks. Lust filled eyes. Short breaths. Deep breaths. Echoes of the kitsune's whimpers, her moans, her words. They echo in Arlecchino's head, repeating themselves over    *&    over again.

         Do I loathe her?

                  She isn't so annoying, after all. An animal easily breakable. Swayed to my side, with the flick of my tongue    *&    steady movements of appendages alone.

         A smirk formed over pale features; ❝  Why do you ask me such questions? So often. Hasn't my answer always been the same? , Voice stern, almost filled with that annoyance in itself. Teeth were quick to pressure together, creating a small vein to bulge at the temple with such intensity. In reality, a form of COMFORT has created itself when with the Guuji. My answer has always been the same, yet, being TRUTHFUL is a rare feat.

         Another moment of silence, form adjusted    *&    elbows prop the Harbinger up. Red cross-filled irises peer down at pinkette - crown tilts to the side. There is no emotion in those eyes, similar to that of a corpse with no more life in it. Lips slightly part, the smirk falling; ❝  [ ... ] We have a connection, of sorts. It's gone beyond what we once were, of course. You are nothing more than MEAT to be eaten by me. But [ ... ] if something, someone, were to try    *&    remove your presence from mine? The perpetrator would no longer see light of day. Their last breath taken, an excruciating-agonizing death would fall upon their soul. , Gaze shifted a moment, 'fore returning back to give the undivided attention to violet filled hues.