LOVE ME CANCEROUSLY, DUKE

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gray really couldn't stand solitude. all of her life there had always been someone there for her. whether it be her mothers or the customers, there was always someone to listen to her problems and act like they really cared. after two days of running away from the femme fatales, gray realized that there was no one there for her. nobody to feed her, nobody to shelter her. and even worse, no one to talk to. throughout all of her life, gray had always had at least one person to talk to. she stopped walking for one moment to listen to the silence. it infuriated her like never before.

she nearly howled unto the heavens only to fill to air with sound. the crickets, even they made her frown! if only she could understand their sweet language, if only she could talk to them like she had spoken to the customers and the femme fatales. their chirps nearly drove her mad. how dare they ignore her presence! she'd walk by and they'd continue their rhythmic tunes as if she had never been born and it was just a dream. it was that point when gray decided that it had been an awful night. she was craving a customer, someone to make it all better.

for a moment, gray wished she could go back to the fatales. by the night, she could run back and pretend to have been with customers the whole damned day. she could have bragged about all of the delicious meat they had given her and how good of a time she was having. gray turned around and looked back where she had came from. the night only brought darkness. the trees began to blend into a black coat, eventually cutting off the light trail. there was no turning back, she'd be lost in only a matter of minutes. at the second gray was about to break down and cry, she realized something. she was still craving a customer, and she was craving one horribly.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Duke The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx.

[/i] There was something about silence that was so, incredibly, troubling. Duke wondered vaguely if it was because of the fact it left one’s self alone, with no one to speak to; with nothing to preoccupy them. It seemed like a justifiable answer. Solitude tended to scare some, because of these reasons. They would have to face themselves; were forced to be consumed within their own thought processes. Someone who was alone would be forced to face their unwanted thoughts and emotions; unlike Duke. Why, might you ask?


Barriers.


The Doberman had been raised into the world of relentlessness and harshness, and had therefore become insusceptible to feeling unwanted emotion. He had trained himself to lock up unwanted emotion, and lock them away. And let me tell you, it was one hell of a lock.


Duke walked through the quickly darkening forest slowly, limbs carrying him further into the depths of the dense wood, shadows from the trees above dappling the ground in unidentifiable patterns. However, all of this went unnoticed by the brute himself. He was in somewhat of a trance, alert, but completely unfeeling. His ears were perked up, swivelling to catch the faintest of noises, as he walked forwards, his head lowering to align his neck naturally with his shoulders. It was both a defensive and offensive stance, in which Duke had become used to using. It was now his natural position when walking. It was at that second, Duke’s ear turned to catch the feint crack of a broken branch; the little thumps of a rabbit making its way towards Duke.


The Doberman’s head jerked up, body going completely rigid, as he inhaled, chest expanding with the silent action. Then, all at once, the brute bounded towards his right, ducking his head low towards the ground, in persecute after the unseen prey. He raced in that the same direction for only seconds, overleaping a dead long in the process, before seeing the rabbit take off in fright. However, it didn’t have a chance. They never did. Duke bounded forwards, jaws opening, only to close harshly on the panicked animal. He ignored the little screeches of angony that left the rodent, as if squirmed within his grasp, and shook his skull tauntingly, letting the animal’s fear grow. Only before applying pressure, until a loud crack was heard.


The rabbit’s body went limp, and Duke sighed satisfied, knowing very well the animal’s eyes would seen be glazing over with the sure sign of death. And it was as he turned back to walk the way he had came, that the scent hit him like a slap in the face. The Doberman paused, head jerking up, nostrils widening to take in the intoxicating scent that was a female in heat. Well, well. It seemed as if he might just get lucky.


Eagerly, Duke turned towards the direction of the scent, picking up into an eager trot, limbs moving him forwards tensely, a little bound in each an every step. Adrenaline shot through his large, scarred body as he walked forwards, anticipation building up inside of him. His muscles were pulled taught, and as Duke trotted closer, his neck arched instinctively, following the actions a young stallion may, when coming in contact with a mare of interest. He shook his head, before forcing himself to halt, shaking himself, as if in attempt to get his hormones to calm down.


However, it was inevitable.


The scent was strong in Duke’s lungs, and he soon emerged from the depths of the forested shadows onto the path, expression grave and completely serious. He lowered his head, as his eyes caught sight of the ivory female, immediately exploring the length of her body. He suppressed a small shudder, and lowered his head-as if trying to come across as less threatening. Duke slowed to a walk, the rabbit dangling from his jaws, as he paused a few feet from her, muscles still tight with restrained longing. Duke let the rabbit fall from his jaws with a feint thump, his eyes unwavering from the lithe female before him. And then, a small, seductive smirk broke out across his features. Barely existent, but still small. And showing how clearly interested he was in her. Duke let his eyes rake over her once more, before making eye contact.


“Hello, Dove.”


He spoke softly, his tone deep and masculine, all the while dripping with the seductive lyrics he knew most enjoyed.


“Might I ask what a femme such as yourself is doing out here, alone?”


Duke spoke once more, his tome one of silent hints. His smile grew to the slightest, as he stood still, forcing himself to stay back. Duke was a brute of hormones, and when they were present, it tended to be extremely hard to control them. However, he held back normally, just until he could stand his need no longer. Slowly, Duke dipped his head down to nudge the rabbit in her direction, watching it’s limp body flop over uselessly.


“If you are at all hungry, please, eat.”


He said, his gaze flickering towards the rabbit, before back towards her face. It was Duke’s signature, to come into a setting with a rabbit and sweet expression, and get his way. He was a sweet talker, which usually caught most females attention. However, he could be nasty. Only if needed, though. Needed, or wanted. Duke never usually harmed females in such ways, unless they were completely unwilling to obey his rule. Slowly, the Doberman tipped his head to her.


“Surely, you must have a name?”


Duke asked finally, eyes calculating. He’d come prepared, this time.

And would stop at nothing to get what he longed for.


I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin,
I must confess that I feel like a monster.
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun,
I must confess that I feel like a monster...[/center][/blockquote]



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and suddenly, there he was. he was a bit larger than her and it was almost impossible for her not to have noticed his approaching. but it didn't matter, he was there. a faint smile appeared on her face as well as his. they both knew they wanted the same thing. she realized he had dropped a rabbit at his feet. she nearly salivated with hunger. "hello dove," the male said, almost seductively. she blinked slightly. didn't he know who she was? "might i ask what a femme such as yourself is doing out here, alone?" so he did know. her smile grew, she was almost to overwhelmed to speak. she kept glancing at the rabbit. "if you are at all hungry, please, eat." gray was starving, but it would be impolite to eat so rabidly. "surely, you must have a name?"

he was a gentleman, clearly. gray smiled that sultry smile that always got her customers and sat down slowly. "the name's gray. gray fatale," she replied. her voice was slow and somewhat raspy, but it was that one voice that always gets their business. "the rabbit looks great," gray commented, attempting to change the subject of of herself. "but then again, i don't like to eat unless everyone is fully satified." she got her face real, real close to his and winked. no longer sitting, she managed a laugh. "if you're here for what i think you're here for, i'm interested."

she was so incredibly happy. gray felt suddenly as great as she always felt with the fatales. the feeling of incredible sexiness and allure, the feeling she hadn't felt in two days. gray had been addicted to that feeling since she was nine months old. her smile retracted as if it was ashamed of her happiness. for what reason? she was here with a possible customer, and he was one of the first ones that she actually didn't have a problem with. he was handsome, clearly. she could tell by his voice. his pelt nearly blended in the the darkness of the night, unlike hers. her white fur shined and glowed like a star.

for a second her mind drifted and gray listened to the wind. she swore she could hear the fatales calling her, but they were too far away to hear what she was about to do. it would probably be a good idea to follow him back to wherever he came from for the night to try and avoid them. the fatales were a few miles away, anyhow. they were moving slowly and she had a lifetime. "so, do you got a name or should i just call you charlie?

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Duke The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx. Damn, the girl knew how to please. That much, Duke would certainly admit. The brute felt adrenaline pumping through him at the simple sound of her voice, let alone the way she moved. His ears swivelled towards her, as if begging to hear her soft lyrics once more as she spoke of satisfying the ones around her. And at that statement, Duke’s head rose to restore him to his full height, eyes running over her frame again. He felt anxious and longing, lust quickly dominating his mind. He had a need; one that he wished to be taken care of. And just Duke’s luck, this female seemed happy to oblige. “Well, it’s a pleasure, Gray Fatale.” Duke said, inhaling, causing his chest to expand. Her scent was utterly... intoxicating. Then again, every female’s scent did the same for him. Duke just couldn’t control himself around the utterly delicious aroma. It called to him. Better yet, it controlled him. It was then, Duke’s smile shifted, interest, seductions, and amusement rolling into it in one, fluid, transition. She was interested. Perfect. At that, the large Doberman arched his neck, expelling a harsh breath, before leaning forwards to brush his maw against the side of her neck. Just lightly; nothing but a tease. Duke enjoyed games, however, only when he played them. He often got too impatient with females. “And I thought you seemed innocent. It’s a good thing I prefer the opposite, hmm?” Duke said slowly, his voice dripping in seductive tones coating his voice. Oh, he knew what buttons to push to get what he wanted. The Doberman grinned darkly then, taking another taut step forwards, his heart thrumming wildly in his chest. He was holding back, restraining the monster inside of himself to work his way closer... Until the time was right. Though, Duke decided to waste no time. No, time wasting was completely idiotic. Games could always be put aside for later. At that thought, Duke took another slow step forwards, lowering his head to become eye level with her. It was only then she spoke, and another small smile broke out across his maw. “You can call me whatever you wish, Dove. However, my name is Duke.” The Doberman spoke with an air of elegance and power, clearly proud of his name. It was slightly ironic though, how a Duke was normally noble. When someone thought of a Duke, they thought of a man with morals and loyalty. It was only amusing because Duke was the mirror opposite of such things. Not once would Duke consider morals, nor would he ever be noble. The thought disgusted him. Loyal however, that was something the large brute could follow. Only to a certain degree, but if was loyalty, nonetheless. Duke took another few steps forwards, a little jump in each and every stride, due to his unfaltering excitement. He brushed his side against Gray’s suggestively, before turning to look towards her again. Duke wanted one thing to lead to another, so he could have his fun, and retreat back to his lands with this female. There would be no if, ands, or buts about it. Because what Duke says, generally goes. Though, if Gray had any... issues with following him, they would be gladly taken care of... In the act of dragging her back to his lands by the scruff. Isn’t life just a bucket of sunshine? I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster. I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster...

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