Bloodlust is worthy of a meal (Maharet/sorta open)

[romulusmoon]

Romulus was bored, and that was never a good thing when he wanted to just tear someone piece to piece. The thirst in him for blood shed was already reaching an ultimate high, and there was only one being that would grant him satisfaction on seeking this craving. It was odd for him to get into one of these phases but he had put on a white muscle shirt and some work-out pants it looked like. Giving him the appeal that he was about to go out in cold weather like this. For what he was about to do was rigorous and pretty sure he wouldn't care about the weather. A light sweater was over his body and he also had a black stocking cap to protect his ears.

Black gloves covered his hands and he almost looked like a boxer the way he was dressed since he really did want to punch the lights of something out. The deer in the forest weren't as fun to kill anymore, and he needed new game to hunt. Sadly it was off limits to students, but he always did love a good venture into the woods. Looking out at the Hogwarts castle doors after making his way up from the Hufflepuff Dungeons merely punching a few students that tried getting in his way in the gut to get them to move aside. Smelling their blood did get him riled, but he didn't discriminate when it came to houses. Even if there was a Slytherin in his way, he merely pushed them aside with a shove that normally lead them being slammed against the wall.

The rumors of his condition had surely reached an unparalleled high at the school, and he was never going to do anything about this 'problem'. As far as Romulus saw it, he was grinning insatiably with hunger, and right now that grin gave him the creepiest smile ever. His features were all crooked and his head even smiled as his teeth had sharpened a little with drool running down the left corner of his lips. Wiping it away with his hands he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body and once he was on the school grounds. Testing the Earth with his trodden shoes and sock, just cause he didn't like wearing winter boots. Romulus wouldn't need a wand, he had all the speed and agility he needed for this feat.

Today his opponent would be none other than the whomping willow, sure it wasn't worth attacking it. All he really intended was to dodge or let it hit him just to get him further worked up. Seriously though, Romulus normally just shut out the pain, and even if he was bleeding to death he would fight to last kick. There was enough power in him he could at least break someone's foot if they were standing close to him. Romulus was a charged cannon ready to go off whenever he reached his limit, just like right about now. Soon as he stood in front of the tree all thoughts were lots as his feet could be heard in a dead set run towards the poor tree that wouldn't know what had hit it soon.

Romulus really didn't want to hold back and he knew the bark on the tree was sturdy. Yes, his intention was to just irritate it enough to make it whack him as his speed seemed to put him at one of the roots instantly. Scraping a piece of the bark off with a punch to said root made it quiver, and then suddenly a branch came out of nowhere instantly. Romulus felt the full blow towards his chest as his face let out a gasp of extreme pain as he flew backwards at least twenty feet. Crumpling noises could be heard as he fell to the ground and when he stood up almost looked like a demon. "Now that's more like it," he said calmly, glad that this session was going to be immensely fun as blood poured down from the side of his mouth and his clothes looked all messed up from that.

Lowering his gaze he now had a killer instinct locked in and if anyone dared approach them they might have to be careful. "Pain is nothing, bring some more on, and I will challenge any that dare get in my way of my fun," he said out loud to the grounds around him. Even if anyone picked up on this, he was certain someone would disapprove. Although he had picked a time when he knew no one had walked up towards the tree so they wouldn't have seen him get hit although the skid marks on the snow with the flood following it might lead someone to believe he was really injured...far...from...the...truth. Romulus was no longer bored.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

It was such tedious work being a Prefect. As nice as it was to have authority over the majority of the other students and the fact that it did help Maharet keep up her good girl appearance, which by that point in the school year almost wasn’t worth it, she hated having to do the actual legwork. Especially when it meant that she had to be out trolling the grounds at random times in the day just to make sure that winter’s folly wasn’t encouraging the students from getting a little too over zealous. It had been only a week ago that a mischievous prank had left one unlucky first year frozen solid. As amusing as it was having the mental image of Seyton taking the time out of his busy, albeit incredibly boring, schedule to thaw the kid out, Maggie hadn’t enjoyed having to explain the incident to Shacklebolt, nor did she particularly like the extra rounds that she and the other Prefects had to do because of it.

Maharet didn’t mind the cold, she always looked adorable in a pair of fur lined boots and a somehow still sliming puff jacket, matched with her scarf and gloves of course. Throw in a pair of jeans that made her ass look even better than it normally did and she was set to be a little Ice Princess. Trekking through the snow, the toes of her boots sinking into the slush with each step taken Maharet let out a small huff of frustration the action causing a puff of breath to be seen in front of her. Things hadn’t been going the way that she had hoped lately. This simple fact had Maggie acting out in diva-like ways more often than she should have ever allowed herself to get. Drastic changes needed to be made and rather than continuing in her sulking Maggie was determined to turn things around for herself by whatever means necessary.

Hearing the Whomping Willow having a fit in the distance she groaned stuffing her hands into her coat pockets and firmly planted her feet to the ground prolonging going to check on whatever fool was tussling with the tree. It was in a mild hope that if she waited long enough, by the time she got there, that person would be injured, maybe killed if she was lucky. It would certainly serve them right! Maggie wouldn’t be shedding any tears, at least that was the feeling that she had not knowing that it was Romulus who was creating such a stir. There were very few people that Maharet cared about but he was one of the lucky ones.

When the first blow hadn’t stopped whomever it was Maggie gritted her teeth and stomped her way to the tree, stopping short when she saw the deep marks in the ground mixed with a trail of blood. That told her that whoever it was wasn’t an ordinary wizard. Gaze following the trail her eyes landed on Romulus the mere sight of him coaxing a smile out of her and melting away her grumpy attitude to be replaced with one of amusement. Maharet considered the risk of drawing his attention away from the tree before deciding that it wasn’t that important. Rom would be fine no matter how beat up he got. ”You’d even challenge me?” Maggie called out to him already giggling at the notion of it.

[romulusmoon]

"Well, you happened to appear at a wrong time, but I suppose that's alright. There are other ways I can challenge you," he said calmly to her, chuckling softly as his rage seemed to let up a little bit at seeing his friend. The only other person besides Lucian he'd really give the time of day to, but he'd still be a little hard up about it. Having noticed her from before, but he could definitely smell her wherever she was. Marking her scent was a known thing with his family, but he didn't keep that in mind right now. Especially since if he thought about said smell, he would start thinking other thoughts that would lead him to trouble with Zmeyette down the road. Nah, he was going to be free today, and since no one else was around the whomping willow took a chance.

Walking up to Maggie, and putting his arms around her, he gave her a kiss on the lips filled with desire. It was one out of an act of desperation, but at the same time that was just their customary greeting at this point. Romulus wasn't seeing anyone so he really saw no need to hold back with her at the moment, but as soon as he got what he wanted, that was it. Soon it would just be hugging, but he knew Maharet didn't like prolonged human contact. Then realized, he wasn't human, so he kept up the hug letting her feel every contour his body had to offer. Especially a certain contour that was unexpected even for him, but he ignored that strange feeling deep within the pit of his stomach at being slightly frisky. There was no reason to be over his friend, but thoughts of Zmeyette had set him on edge a little.

One day she'd give him the time of day and soon as he let go of Maharet pulling away from those luscious full lips of hers merely grinned at her. "Thought I'd go for a different customary greeting, but not sure if it was approved or not. I'll know now, upon your inquiry and criticism of said incident," he commented. Romulus wasn't just some dumb brute looking to get Zmeyette back, no, he had intelligence when he wanted to. It was just whether or not he decided to obey his natural instincts, however, luckily enough he was proud to say that he could control his temper better than most people. Innocently looking at her as if he had done nothing wrong soon just wrung his hands together and cracked them as he popped them out a little to get a good feeling.

Merely looking back at the tree, but yes, he had almost been hit, almost any human would have their bones shattered by then. Romulus was certainly not in a foul mood anymore, but there was still that edge he needed to burn off.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

A brow rose at Rom’s comment she was obviously intrigued by what he could have possibly meant by that statement. If that look in his eyes was any indicator Maggie could certainly guess what he had in mind, or at least it was a toss up between two things. Either he wanted to take her on in a fight or devour her in a completely different way. The latter was far more appealing to her. Looking him over carefully, even for someone that knew him so well Romulus was still very unpredictable, she tried to decipher which it was. The smile on her face never faltered despite the potential danger that she could have been in. Maharet had always been really bad about being attracted to danger, but that sort of stuff simply turned her on. It was why she rarely fooled around with people who didn’t pose a threat in some form.

Watching him approach her Maggie figured out what it was that Rom wanted from her before he reached her. Regardless with werewolves, especially, lust could so easily turn into rage. They were generally more aggressive in everything that they did and when they were dealing with humans it wasn’t as easy to rein those instincts in. It was a big part of the reason why Maharet was so fond of them. She liked to draw out the inner beast and play with it- not to mention she had been raised around werewolves her entire life, it was comfortable for her in a very twisted sort of way. There wasn’t even so much as a second’s delay when Romulus wrapped his arms around her and planted a deep kiss on her lips for her to respond in kind. Rom was complete right in his realization. Where human contact made her cringe after so long she could never get enough of werewolves. Their touch didn’t bother her like humans’ did.

Maggie wasn’t surprised by Romulus’ reaction toward her, feeling him pressed up against her very happy to see her. Licking her lips she tasted the blood that had transferred onto her from the kiss making a small sound of approval. Her hand came up running her thumb tenderly over his busted lip to wipe away the bit of blood that she hadn’t managed to get off with her lips. ”Look at you concerned of whether or not I approve.” Letting her hands run over his shoulders she shook her head sighing. ”You’re sweet really, darling but…” The condescension in her voice was beyond teasing, but always, with him good natured. ”I like my men taking what they want.” It wasn’t entirely true. Yes, Maggie did enjoy the dominance of a man, but none had yet been able to get her to give them total control of her. She was a strategist after all and every move that she made was to get to an end result so where Maharet was prone to submitting to a point she still had control. The only two people that had complete control of her were her father and Fenrir, though it wasn’t in the sexual sense.

Following Romulus’ gaze for a moment to glance at the Whomping Willow it didn’t hold her interest for long. He was a much better source of entertainment. ”Feeling better I assume?” Letting loose like he had was definitely one way to go about releasing his frustrations. Maggie didn’t mind violence in the least.

[romulusmoon]

Romulus was staring down at Maharet for a moment but soon he found himself wanting to give into primal desires for not having any recent action. So he was basically in the mode where he went into 'heat' basically, but he wasn't going to act on these primal urges just yet. After all, Maharet was more than just his best friends, but if he really wanted to he would gladly be able to indulge in this fantasy. Even as he had pressed up against her but he realized that she was just there to talk, even though he had finally calmed down a little more. Keeping himself was one thing, but he loved the fact the whomping willow did at least provide a challenge. Tilting his head just once, he soon wiped the blood from his face, and made sure to keep his appearance at least rather noteworthy so he wasn't bothering her.

Even as she pressed against him he felt her body along his own, and thought it was rather exotic that he coud actually get to her without having a common retort to him. Smirking as he started to kiss her cheek gently again, near her lips this time, because he was tempted on not even thinking of Zmeyette anymore. Then would there be no point to his endeavors with her the past year? Oh well, he could live with that, because she sometimes drove him insane to the point where he was just wanting more. Chuckling softly, and then just nodded towards her after she was basically defending herself in a way.

"I would be glad to help you with that, I would have taken you a long time ago if I could," he said to her, bringing his lips close to hers again. Then he soon starts to lick his lips softly while speaking to her, but he still keeps his face close to hers. The smell in the air was rather exotic, and he wanted to sniff more...if you catch his drift. Having to restrain himself before he made any rash moves as he finally nodded to her again. "Yes, and if I took what I wanted, you'd already be mine by now...well not essentially, as I know you like to have your freedom and options open...you'd definitely be a very ....prosperous ally," he commented ...choosing his words carefully.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

It would have been so easy to just turn her charm on Romulus and hit all those nerve in just the right way to have that inner wolf howling, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to do that to him. Manipulating others was her finest honed skill, especially when it involved males and seducing them into doing as she pleased. But Rom, he was one of her best friends. There were lines that you just didn’t cross and playing with him was one that Maharet wasn’t chomping at the bits to swim around in that particularly treacherous water. Maggie might have found pleasure in pushing the boundaries and flirting with danger but that didn’t mean she was always so willing to potentially ruin the good things in her life and Romulus was one of those good things. She didn’t believe herself capable of having a genuine relationship, whether it be long term or just a hook up there was always something behind it.

She kept a smile on her face despite herself. Those few and far between moments of humanity that Maharet was prone to still were suppressed as much as possible. The last thing Maharet needed was for her father or Fenrir to find out that she was still capable of girlish thoughts. It wasn’t permitted, it wasn’t the kind of thing that made for a perfect solider. Looking up at Rom she had to laugh. ”Don’t be silly, no one can truly take me.” It was true for the most part. Only two things could make her that submissive. The first was that she allowed it and the second was if someone took the time and cruelty to break her spirit to a level that was down right cruel, neither of which she expected ever to happen.

The static of sexual tension that loomed in the air between them didn’t go unnoticed by Maharet, just ignored. Fingertips gently grazing along his jaw to lace in his hair she gave the tiniest of tugs just to cement her previous statement. ”You don’t have to worry about that.” taking a step back, both physically and figuratively, from the situation was best for the both of them. ”I’ll always be your ally in one way or another. Don’t forget to keep your focus though.” Sure, they could indulge in the moment but it would set him and Zmeyette back further than he would have liked. If he wasn’t going to look out for himself then she was going to do it for him just like she had talked him out of a mistake a few months ago with his power hungry mentality. There was a time and a place for everything. Once he had Zmeyette under control then revisiting this moment was definitely an option but he had to get her first, tame her, then he could do as he please with whom he pleased.

[romulusmoon]

Romulus was staring at Maharet like she was crazy for a minute or two, but he knew she wouldn't bother him any more than she was. Although, at some point he was going to eagerly try stealing her from whoever she was attracted to, but it always seemed to change as of late. Having gotten back at a few of her enemies would indeed bring her into his favor, not that she was already. Chuckling a little, he nodded in agreement with her, and soon just looked around them as he took in the presence of the Whomping Willow again. What a sight, but he wasn't going to let anyone chastise him for being out here. Mainly due to the fact he had quite a temper when anyone dared interrupt his training time with said tree. Standing up to the monster of an oak would have been even more dreadful if another prefect had come along to see him beating on the innocent tree...that just happened to nearly beat everyone to death.

Okay, so yes, he had been tormenting the whomping willow by actually hitting it with his bare fists, but it was doing more damage to him than him to it. A sad truth, but he would at least be able to make some progress with this bonding between him and Maharet if that's what it could even be called. Sadly, this was just the start of their many talks, but he knew that he would love to just see her swaying her body around him by teasing him with her many forms of seduction. At least she would never go out of that style with her body as she certainly had an effect on his pants leaving him with a certain impression she wouldn't miss. So when she moved around him, he decided to walk up towards her instead wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her towards him forcefully as he kissed her on the lips instead. Not caring what anyone would think when he did this, and hopefully she'd return the same kiss.
Right now, he forgot all about Zmeyette, and focused on Maharet, it was just a kiss so he wasn't concerned about it leading further.

It was fun to just let out his sexual tension on her at times, but he wasn't going to push too many of her buttons. Considering they were still on school grounds and that meant no funny business unless someone wanted to watch them go at it. Romulus really wouldn't care, but rules were rules. So maintaining his form of dignity he nodded to her again, wondering exactly how he could be of use to her today. Luckily, there were many ways of pleasing her, and right now, grinding his hips into her own was one of them to perhaps acquire a different reaction from her. Soon as he slowly pulled out of the kiss, he realized his arms were around her waist holding her in place as he did this, "Well, I can't believe all those boys don't just leap over their heads to your feet to worship you, I mean they are pretty dense in that fact. Some day they'll learn to see that you are better and to bow to your every whim...unlike me, I find taking what I want to be rather desirable," he whispered to her as he looked into her eyes.

One hand trailed underneath her shirt sliding upwards, but before it reached her chest, soon moved back down to tease her. Yes, he was intent on teasing her to a certain point she wouldn't want to resist, and this was certainly breaking some rules with Zmeyette...however...he kinda wanted to find some way of getting back at Zmeyette. This certainly wasn't one, but he was pretty sure Maharet wouldn't mention this act to her other friend at all. It was only fair that what happened between them was kept a secret. "I'm afraid, I hate waiting and I like to live in the moment, but I promise I won't bite you," he whispered seductively into her ear again letting his hot breath run across her earlobe.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Physical attraction was something that Maggie was all too familiar wit, something that she had tamed over the years even, but emotional connections-so few and far between for her- was an entirely different story. Maharet didn't like making them because of the complications that came of it, but those that she did allow herself to get close to her held a certain hold over her that Maggie would never admit. Romulus, being her best friend had such a hold. His teasing was pleasurably agonizing, the heat that came off his body, the way that his hips grinded into her giving her a small taste of what she would be in store for if she simply let it happen.

Strange how doing the right thing for a change was only met with encouragement of being her usual naughty self. It posed the question as to whether trying was even worth the effort. Some boundaries weren't meant to be tested but when you were pushed into those deadly lines, there came a point where you just went with it. The possessive hold he had on her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, Maggie was walking on thin ice. She returned his kiss, pressing her lips hard against his for the few seconds that were meant to be indulged in.

Boys were easy. Seduction came in so many forms and she was a master of them all it seemed. "Many think the victory is the pleasure, but for me its the quest. If all the boys dropped to their knees who would entertain me? I like the challenge." That wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy getting her way, in fact Maharet was very fond of it, just that she didn't mind the few that did resist her charms. It made for plenty of fun.

Romulus wasn't pulling his focus as she suggested but putting it on her instead. The sensation of his hand up her shirt made her shiver both from the heat of his palm and the cold that he allowed in from his actions. Lips pursed Maggie held in the moan that threatened her from the repressed sexual charge that was building up inside of her. "You're not allowed to bite me." Maharet reminded him. The hell he would pay from Fenrir would be astronomical. Her hands moved up his torso, gripping onto his shoulders before Maggie leaned in, lips mere inches from his own. "You know how this works though. I give you what you want and you give me what I want." Romulus was prone to doing things for her regardless but giving him a little something in return was only fair.

[romulusmoon]

Romulus figured he was probably pushing Maharet into a corner, but he really wasn't sure what he wanted to do now. Even as possessive as he was, there was much more he could actually start doing to her at the same time. Raising an eyebrow for a moment as she was giving into him, and he already knew the reprocussions for trying to turn her against Fenrir's wishes. After all, he wouldn't want to hurt her any further than what her one true love at one point had done to her. Romulus chuckled at that thought since Hector had basically denied her, and right now his focus was definitely on Maharet. Yet, he might accidentally yell out Zmeyette at some random point during their lovely romp if it actually occurred. Oh yes, his sexuality was telling him to take advantage of her more than anything now, but he just let his hips rotate even more.

"Well, it's almost astonishing how sexy you always are, but I already know that I won't bite you. You know that too..and I know better," he continued whispering into her ear pressing his whole body flush against her own. Luckily, he had self-control more than most people would in this place. Chuckling softly, and letting his eyes roam over her body again. Glancing down to see if her cleavage was showing at all, but her chest was probably pressed up to him hoping to feel her certain area getting more aroused too. Oh yes, this was going to help him get with her in general...although even if it was happening, he knew he would last long with her. Romulus was certainly an expert with this appeal, and the whomping willow was long forgotten, but he then slowly pulled away after giving her one more deep kiss. One hand ran along her thighs, then up towards the center of that area, then down the other thigh slowly. Making it look innocent, and now finally resting on her thigh moving it up and down firmly again.

Looking around again, "Would you like to go somewhere more private, Maggie?" he asked her calmly, and this would definitely be good practice for him to end up with her again. Yes, Maggie was one of his favorite best friends, and there would definitely be no feelings attached to this scenario hopefully. Taking her back to somewhere behind the tree wouldn't suffice since snow was everywhere on the ground now. That and there were so many clothes in the way. Romulus wanted to make sure they had a private room to themselves, and he knew of a few secret passageways that would work. Certainly the one on the third floor would work easily, but he didn't know how soundproof the walls were despite the fact it would be impossible to find the secret passage since it moved around all the time.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Whatever underlying intentions that Romulus may or may not of had, Maharet didn't care. There were things that she simply did for herself and blowing off a bit of sexual steam was definitely one of them. Hector and Jacob had left her with some emotional scars that she would have been better off without. Of all those that were available to her Jaedyn and Romulus were always her safest bet, but considering Romulus was the one there, now, it made the choice obvious. Looking him over scrutinizing, Maggie didn't protest as his hand came to rest on her thigh.

He knew just how to get a girl bothered and hot, but Maharet was used to that setting within herself. She might not always be turned on, but once she got to that point it was a very familiar scene. Doing the things that she did meant that it was a requirement. Kneading his shoulders as his hand roamed up her thigh, brushing against her center, then going back down the other side Maharet couldn't help but to suck in a sharp, aroused, breath.

Privacy was desirable at the moment, most definitely. " We have yet to decide what you'll be doing for me though." pointing this out was mainly to stall. Make Rom suffer for teasing her- at least for a few moments longer. There were plenty of people that she could unleash him on, and that was always great foreplay for Maggie. The violence turned her on immensely. The question was, who had pissed her off enough recently to warrant such a horrid fate? Random selection didn't hurt though. Whatever poor, unfortunate soul that happened to cross their path would do it for her as well.

Rubbing her hands up and down his biceps, slowly, Maggie offered him a gentle smile before capturing his lips in a blistering kiss. Give Romulus a taste of his own teasing medicine as her hand lowered to massage the protuberance in his pants. Fingers coiling around to give a tender squeeze, tongue flicking against his lower lip just as she was pulling away.