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Lachlan

WE'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE CONTAMINATED
As night began to settle upon Aberdeen, a deep chill settled in Lachlan's bones. He had been out exploring the vista but there wasn't much to do here besides freeze to death. Burning embers scanned the frostbitten seaside and he wondered just what kind of fool might make this place their home. He knew many fisherman and the likes from these parts, but he personally couldn't imagine making that his life's work. The idea of dipping a toe in the water, especially on a night like tonight, made him grimace. It sounded unpleasant either way.

Tonight he was clear of mind, there was no stink of drink on his breath for a change but what could one expect when he'd traveled so far from the Mainland. There were no bars here, that he knew of, and thus he was forced into sobriety for the night. A poor choice on his part, for certain.

As he walked through the snow he began to wonder how Amelia was tonight and thought for a moment that he might return home to seek her comforts. Yes, he'd do just that if he didn't find anything here worthwhile soon enough. At least he could always count on his beloved wife to raise his spirits.

The siren was thirsty, craving the most fresh glass of wine one could offer from prey still breathing, knowing plenty of weary souls drifted along these land formations. Some sailors, some fishers, some a lonely bum trying to garner a meal. It was always a curious sight which she might come upon in the star studded night blessed by the non satisfied. A grin pulled at her lips, wondering which might wander her way, what fool the fae wanted her to drag into an warm unrelenting embrace.

That greed sparkling in lavender spheres as she took in a long drag of the air, though she’d come up short of anything but brine, the scent often overpowering everything in these parts if one's nose wasn’t well trained. Her longtime absence had hindered that ability to tune out the salt so easily, though she would take in one slow breath at a time, tasting it. Relishing the other notes from poorly decayed fish stalled in their rot by the unforgiving cold to the herbs someone was using out of sight, out of mind.

Hmmm. Her eyes scanned the waters, her thoughts going to the night she had in them so long ago, knowing the chance another would fall for it again was low. Yet, it called to her in every breath, pushing and pulling at the frozen sands. If not a soul was brought to her to devour, then at least she could meditate in peace, certain even a fisherman would not tread here in this cold unkind night.

She made short work of ascending gracefully from her perch, migrating carefully toward the licking waves with caps of ice slushing along the edges. There was no hesitation as her legs entered its briny chill, far colder than the freshwaters more sane beings would take more chances with if they needed the substance so dearly. Step after step, a shiver would trail up her body decorating her in goosebumps as she danced along the shallow water, flicking water up and waltzing around effortlessly as if it was a warm summer day.


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Lachlan

WE'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE CONTAMINATED
Lachlan was beginning to grow bored with his walk. It was cold and it was dark and there was nothing out here to capture his attention... until there was. The earthen male's amber eyes flickered towards the figure of another wolf down the shore a ways. He turned his head to look and noticed that she was going into the icy water as if it were nothing. He blinked, wanting to shout out what a fool she was being, but thought better of it. The man sniffed, the cold air stinging his nostrils on the way in and causing him to cough slightly on exhale. This noise surely would have gotten her attention, and so he decided he might as well introduce himself. If anything, she might provide him with some mild entertainment if she was brazen enough to go for a midnight swim in the middle of winter she might be brave enough to indulge a beast like him.

"Evening," he began as he traipsed down the shoreline to stop along the icy beach. He didn't enter the water, for he had no desire nor reason to, but he stopped to look at her curiously. "You might be needing someone to warm you up after that," he told her as he lifted a paw to touch the freezing waters. He winced, drew back and shook his paw before placing it back on the ground. How as she acting as if she were taking a summer swim? She might be bolder than he cared to know, now that he thought about it.

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The sound of greeting would catch upon the wind, drifting warmly into her ears like a liquor so ready to be drunk, had she ever had such an appetite to partake in fermented plants. His hacking prior like a diseased pig on the other hand perhaps had her more curious than his voice, though she would not drift away from the soothing chill of the tides, finding the feeling invigorating as it scattered goosebumps along her skin. A smile pulled upon her lips as she didn’t give him the time of day at first, finding no desire to humor the drab word. Though what came next drew an even stronger grin upon her lips, pausing in her dance while her eyes would remain shut as she let out a soft, coy giggle as she took in the moon and star light. Her back to him.

“It is well past evening, darling,” she humored. “Some might call this the witching hour. Do you fall victim to such superstitions?” The inquiry was oddly innocent, as if just smalltalk musings but truly she did wonder if he was a victim or a demon that could outdo her at her worst. Most did not wonder out this time of night beside the occasional fishmen taking advantage of the water’s calm that brought nocturnal beings out, speaking of the comb jellies should be coming out now to feed. Her eyes flickered open and if on cue, some bioluminescence would shimmer in the distance like fallen moons, sparkling in her eyes before her attention would shift to the man on the shore acting like the water might eat him.

“Are you offering? Why don’t you come join me and we can both use each other’s warmth to the fullest? Hmm?” she cooed with a welcoming trill, moving more and more into deeper water, tempting him to her chambers of no return with the sway of her hips and tail.


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Lachlan

WE'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE CONTAMINATED
The woman giggled at his words and this caused a smile to draw along his marred features. He preferred a playful bitch to a stuck up one any day. At her question here merely chuckled and shook his head, though she could not see that with her back to him currently. "Not in the slightest," he replied. Though he was a highlander and privy to such superstition, he did not care about witches or magic or fae. He had other things to do besides worry about all that.

As she finally turned to face him, he looked upon her with curiosity and a bit of doubt. "Why don't you join me instead, on the nice dry land." he said with a grin. She was beautiful, stunning even, but he wasn't sure she was worth such a cold dip in the water. He wasn't interested in swimming, but he was interested in her. He took a step in and bite back a grumble as the water lashed at his toes. He stepped back again and shook his head. "I don't think I can bear it," he said. While he was always eager to dish out the pain, he was not so eager to take it. The water stung him uncomfortably so and he wasn't sure why she seemed immune. She must be just very good at masking her emotions, he pondered.

“How disappointing,” she mused softly, not loud enough to be heard above the crash of water as it drowned out any noise that tried to escape from it, wind tussling her fur every which way. There was a small shiver that trailed along her spine as some water sprayed along her back. As disappointed as she was in finding more company of infidels, it was advantageous for what she desired at this moment, not knowing the ways of her kind and a perfect target for her demolition should she lure him to his doom. Though, if he dined a slower game of cat and mouse, she would oblige. Long quarry was more fun anyway, they broke far harder in the end which made it all the more satisfying to see the despair in their eyes from betrayal.

As she turned to see him remaining on shore, she figured that was indeed the case, hearing his voice barely catch her ears as a smile remained trained upon her lips. Her gaze skimmed over him, shamelessly looking him up and down as she sunk more into the water, head tilting before she’d submerge and moved closer to the shore as he invited her to join him on land instead. A sigh caused bubbles to spill from her nostrils, wishing to taste his blood sooner than later but fair was fair she supposed. If he wouldn’t come to her, she’d come to him all the same. She was not keen on letting him run off after coming onto her without an ounce of dignity.

She’d re-emerge from the dark waters, dripping head to toe, though it would only heighten her fire tones to be more pronounced under the moonlight. On delicate paws, she’d circle him before allowing the length of her body to glide against his, taking in his scent as she did so. His heat only made her shiver as it chased the chill, using him to dry off some before gently whispering in his ear. “You will be trembling no matter what, darling,” she crooned before playfully shaking herself off on him and taking a few steps away. Looking over her shoulder at him mischievously before tossing a glance back toward the waters curious what he might do.

Lachlan

WE'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE CONTAMINATED
He’d watch her as she submerged herself beneath the waves and a look of shock quickly ebbed away his smile. Lachlan blinked, thinking her foolish at first but then perhaps thinking she might’ve tripped or something and gone under. He felt the urge to ‘save’ her, but it was short lived as she reappeared and slithered out of the water like a serpent. She drew along his body, her own fur soaking his in the process, and a growl rumbled in his throat as she did so. It wasn’t a fully aggressive growl, but one of mild irritation and perhaps a touch playful. He followed her with his gaze as she rounded him and came up beside him to whisper in his ear.

A brow rose in question and he turned his head to look at her. ”You sure about that?” he rumbled. Without another word he lunged towards her, though his aim was not to hurt her but to capture her in his arms and force her to the ground beneath him. If he was able to catch her off guard, his smile would return and even his tail would wag slightly behind him. ”You might be the one left trembling, sweetheart.” he practically purred.

He had not drawn away from her touch, nor did he intercept it as she pressed herself against him, trying to get the liquid to soak down to his skin before she had attempted to pull away. That low growl tingling her skin in a way the water no longer could, numb from how frozen it had made her once the initial bite was gone. She couldn’t wholly decipher what kind of growl it was, just that it wasn’t hostile. Even if it had been it would not deter the siren from obtaining a meal.

The scent upon his fur was far different than their surroundings, far more like an autumn morning than a winter night in its earthy notes and a water cloak that might hang in the air on a humid day. Or a secluded pond full of pixies and frogs, it was inviting, a place she would want to be and yet all this scent brought her was a man. A destroyed man with more confidence than he should have but who would she be if she lowered his egotistical ambition?

He was a lucky beast that she humored him at all.

A question would make her head canted back just a touch. Though she would not turn to face him, she did catch movement out of the corner of her eye while feeling the water beads turn to crystal on her coat, decorating her in jewels that captured the moon’s glow within them. She wouldn’t try to dodge him, instead as arms wrapped around her, she’d twist her body like a feline so her paws would press into his chest, looking up at him with her lips slightly parted and her eyes half lidded as she let out a small moan as her back hit the snow laden sands. “We shall see,” she mused breathlessly with a smile of her own. He wasn’t boring at least.

Those toxic eyes would scan his face now that he was all the more close, thinking perhaps once he was a handsome man but the mauled portion was far from dashing yet to her it held some allure in the way she could see each dent of where muscle gripped skull. Without much thought she raised her head to gently brush her lips against each rib where tooth and bone joined if he allowed. It wasn’t too often she got to see such except on rotting corpses. It was rather fascinating to witness someone alive; breathing with a heart pumping still live with such mutilation. Her tongue would gloss over it, as if expecting the slightest force to make the flesh peel off, hoping for them to leak iron.

A hind foot would gently slide down his stomach, stopping to rest on the soft inner thigh of his leg so if he pushed too far without her say so, she could gouge an artery or testicle effortlessly.