#neverbefore

   “      don’t tell me it’s going to be late... “ he grumbled to himself while sifting through the mail he just collected from his box. with a storm on the way, it was the PERFECT time for him to get a new game and have some fun with it until it was over. but all he had was a bunch of nothing!  a couple coupons, a bill, a magazine- 

     and a letter with an insignia he thought he was NEVER going to have to see again. something was wrong... he knew it was. sharp nails dug into the corner to tear the letter open and read it. from there, he didn’t even go back into his apartment to lock up before he was GONE. with nothing more than a light-weight parka and his backpack, Ohta ran to the bus stop and took the first bus he could catch to the edge of the city. from there, he would trek the rest of the way on foot.  

    the snow became heavier the closer he got to the mountains. the cold didn't bother him so much, but it was a STRUGGLE for him to move quickly. so he continued to wade in deeper and deeper, consumed by his thoughts and mindlessly moving forward until someone called out to him. maybe it was just the wind- being out by yourself in this kind of weather even for a short period of time could trick you into thinking you’re hearing or seeing things, probably. it was a strain getting up there even for someone as tough as him! that was his initial thought, anyway... but when he peered through the BLIZZARD to survey his surroundings (make sure he was going the right way) he saw someone coming right towards him.  

"It says here you're perfect," he smiled a little, fond of the results but swiftly added after a pause, "--and that you're innocent." Oslyeus had a different lenses than the rest of the world because he didn't even bat an eyelash when he nodded affirmatively.

The toe of doctor's boot jabs their outer thigh, testing to see if rigor-mortis has yet claimed this lump of meat propped up against the outer threshold of her clinic. By some miracle, the body responds, their thigh and leg shift, their ankle bobbing from the quick prodding. Too bad, she was actually in the market for a fresh cadaver.

Critcals eyes scan the slumped form, combing over pale hair and rough, baggy clothes, but finds little to worry about. No blood, no immediate sign of bruising from what skin is visible, just the slight tang of musk from a night spend on the streets in possibly the worst part of town. Down her back a shiver races, prickling the skin. How she hated the decline of summer

//  As a child, the concept of stranger danger was no doubt drilled into his mind as soon as he became old enough to take the bus. Now however, with his occupation requiring him to literally meet with strangers, that little rule was pushed aside, morbid curiosity filling the void left behind. 

  Seto had just parked in his apartment complex car lot, turned to get his bag only to find something else sleeping on it like a pillow. His first reaction was normal: getting out. What he did next however was to simply open the back door, then poke the body.

   “ Hey- wake up buddy, your uber has arrived. ”

✿ @neverbefore​ said:  [ wall ] your muse shoving mine up against a wall. // [ pin ] your muse pinning mine down. // [ rip + clothing ] your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse. // [ shower ] your muse joining mine in the shower. // [ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Os...?”

How had it even come to this?

The past few months had seemed like a blur. They hadn’t gotten any closer to figuring out the whole contract ordeal, and they were always on the move. Rei didn’t mind that much. Honestly, he probably preferred it. Less likely to draw attention that way, and the pair of them were certainly a duo that would do so if they lingered in any one place too long.

Through... necessary means that aided in their survival, they had accumulated enough money to stay in a motel. A bed was a bed, and a shower was a shower - and they both desperately needed one as bathing was a luxury for them.

But why the hell did Oslyeus think he could just barge right in when Rei was in the middle of undressing?

“Do you mind!? I’m trying to--”

It never ceased to surprise him the strength Os actually wielded. Rei knew better than to judge someone based on how they looked, or even their size, but given what he himself was.. it was still offputting to be overpowered and shoved up against the bathroom wall by his travel companion and contract holder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Are you trying to pick a fight?” As pissed off as Rei was by the sudden ordeal, it was an empty threat. He couldn’t lay a hand on Os unless he snapped and lost control of himself, and he really didn’t want for that to happen.

He knew that. Os knew that. But that didn’t stop Rei from having a mouth on him from time to time.

Rei was about to say more, but he was stunned even further as Os began to.. Os was..

Why was he aggressively pulling Rei’s clothes off!?

“H-Hey! I don’t need your help! I can undress myself..”

This was getting... weird. Rei could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks as piece by piece, his clothing was stripped away.

“K..Knock it off.. What, do you think I’m wired or something?” Was this some sort of bout of paranoia? It didn’t make sense, Rei was always at Os’ side. He couldn’t leave even if he wanted to.

Rei tried to use his forearm to brush Os away, pulling away from the wall and making his way for the shower. It seemed as if Os had backed off, allowing Rei to turn the water on and get in. At this point, he doesn’t even care Os is still lingering in the bathroom. He’s just relieved he isn’t pestering him anymore.

However, his relief is short lived, as Os joins him in the shower.

Turning to face him and give him a piece of his mind, Rei only finds himself overpowered by Os once more - this time, pinned under the other on the shower floor.

“Seriously, what’s gotten into you..?” Glaring up at Os, expression a mix of annoyance and concern. This was just getting ridiculous, and Rei couldn’t say he was enjoying being pushed around - especially with no explanation on Os’ end.

“If I did something to make you mad, just tell me. You know damn well a fight breaking out between us is too dangerous.”

Placing his hands against Os’ shoulders, Rei attempted to move the other off of him. Brows furrowed in further confusion when Os seems to lean in closer.

“Os...?”

Gritting his teeth together, Rei suppressed a noise that bubbled in his chest at the sudden feeling of Os’ mouth against his neck. The sound of the shower’s water pattering against the tile and their bodies sounded like distant static, his heart pounding in his ears drowning it out.

Was this really happening? Why was this happening..?

“Hh..Nng..” It’s a lost battle of trying to hide the noises Os was eliciting from him as the other continued with the attention to his neck - kissing, licking, biting. 

Rei could no longer tell if his heart was beating too fast, or if it had stopped. He couldn’t tell if his head was getting foggy from the shower’s steam, or from... something else.

He hadn’t even realized his hand had moved, but by the time he did, his fingers were already buried into Os’ locks and lightly pushing his head in more.

             SCENT was such a precious thing— able to tell him of one’s incoming approach, or to shed light on the emotions that body language alone made hard to decipher. The former in this case, as he was deep in the woods, packing up his tracking gear into a duffel bag. ( Gear he honestly didn’t need, as he was just tracking the paths of both animalistic prey and other wolves. )

             “ Trying to avoid people? ” His eyes haven’t left his bag as he finally zips it. His nose tells him his visitor isn’t human, but it doesn’t quite smell like Were either. This wasn’t his territory though, so he had no reason to not be relatively friendly.

‘Did I... make a terrible mistake..?’

Delicate digits trembled as the clutched at her gut, twisting the dirty fabric of the cloak that hung around her frail frame. She had never experienced such hunger. Was she really just a foolish child, to run away from home because they cared too much? Was that really such a bad thing..?

She was so stupid, what had she been thinking? Lillia knew absolutely nothing about survival. What a pathetic excuse for a wolf, not even knowing how to hunt.

Even more pathetic that the thought of killing something by her own hand...

She shook her head, blinking mismatched hues as a peculiar scent reached her sensitive nose and pulled her from her hunger fueled self deprecation. Lillia may not have ever participated in a hunt herself, but there was no mistaking the scent of blood. A deer. It hadn’t been dead long, but the potential dangers of that piece of knowledge were lost on her in her starved state, hastily making her way toward the carcass.

Falling to her knees beside the mauled corpse, Lillia ignored the twisting in her stomach at the thought of eating raw. It wasn’t something she had ever had to do, but she was desperate. She didn’t want to turn tail and go back home, and she didn’t want to starve to death on her own either.

Blood dripped from her chin as she quite literally dug in with her bare hands. She was surprised to find it wasn’t all that bad. Perhaps even good. But surely that was the starvation making it seem that way...

Lillia froze when she realized several things at once; a corpse half eaten and not long dead, lingering scents she finally picked up on now that she wasn’t hyper focused on the scent of blood. She was forced to face the meaning of these things by the agitated huffing and growling quickly growing closer.

Fear and panic gripped at her chest as the thundering paws of a massive bear beat against the forest floor. Lillia had been so blinded by her hunger, that she hadn’t realized a mother bear and her cubs were still in the area. 

Lillia felt like she couldn’t breathe. A bear should be no problem for a being such as herself, but no matter how badly Lillia wanted to even just run, she couldn’t move. Why did she have to be so afraid? So much so that she was paralyzed as the beast charged toward her. 

So much so that she didn’t pick up on another scent in the area.