PRIVATE — TASTE THE PAIN RIGHT ON MY TONGUE

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon was difficult to please, that was for certain. She was a girl with high standards. Perhaps that was why she hadn't any friends. And when she did have friends...well, her father never would've been proud of her decisions.


    Sitting amongst the wildflowers of the meadow was Peachmoon. The sunlight hit her creamy, pale fur in an almost picturesque way as she hummed an unnamed tune. Indeed, fall weather had proved to be quite nice. Soon most of the flowers would die, though she would still remain — forever. A funny metaphor; an immortal flower? Perhaps it was silly, but Peachmoon was just about as pretty as any flower you'd feel so tempted to uproot from the ground. Maybe it was a good thing that she would remain youthful forever, but knowing her she'd only use that beauty for no good. If it meant fun, then she was all for it.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify][font=cambria]Standards? Pallor wasn't all too familiar with those, which somehow didn't come as too much as a surprise. The Southern lynx was no gentleman, he was nothing charming. Somehow he managed to collapse every stereotype that belonged to where he came from; then again, stereotypes were based on the past, and the past to him was just a bunch of lies that were commonly agreed upon. Pallor was a disgrace for a man, though he didn't care too much about that. He did what felt good, not what felt right.


    His paws crunched softly against the blades of grass beneath them as he traversed through the moors. It was partly cloudy, which was really the only reason he was out; bright daylight hurt the male's ice blue eyes. He was a creature of the night, and operated the best at that time. Pallor simply decided to make an exception for today, and it appeared the effort wasn't a complete waste- those oceanic blues soon caught on the pale figure of Peachmoon, whom he recognized almost immediately. There was a stir in the emptiness of his chest, and he made movements towards her. He never did catch her name, did he? A dark smile grew on his face as he approached from behind, eyes slowly drifting down her figure. Ah, she was nice lookin', but not in a way he was used too. There was more purity behind her features... how would she hold up to tooth and claw? Such thoughts didn't extinguish the growing spark within.


    "Mornin', darling," Pallor would greet at last, not caring that he interrupted her melodic hums. However, he didn't let those fade into the wind completely. "How 'bout you sing some more of them pretty tunes for me?" He requested darkly, smiling to reveal a healthy set of teeth that just didn't seem to fit his disgusting nature. Yes, he wanted her to be his canary, his plaything that would respond to him whenever he whistled, but he s'posed that could take work. It all depended on a number of factors, of course. She didn't look like an easy one, she was way too pretty for his nonsense and scheming. It was worth a try, though.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon's soft humming halted as she opened her eyes and met gazes with Pallor. Icy blue eyes. They reminded her of someone she once knew. Yes, yes; this was something Peachmoon found most intriguing. For a few moments, all she could do was stare at the man dead on until she finally snapped out of her reverie by realizing just how rude she was being. She fluttered her eyelids and allowed her gaze to fall to her paws as she repeated in her mind what the male had said. How 'bout you sing some more of them pretty tunes for me?


    Her gaze cautiously moved back upward, only to reveal the set of pearly whites that Pallor had. The Big Bad Wolf. Was that what he was? In which case, did that make her Little Red Riding Hood? What an exciting scene.


    "No thanks. I'm not very good at singing," Peachmoon replied with a simple shrug as she shifted her position ever so slightly. "However; if you'd like to play with me, I present to you a deal." After finishing her words, a smile of her own appeared upon her maw. A more pleasant one, that is. "How about I tell you a riddle, and if you can answer correctly, I owe you a favor. Anything you'd like." The trade was simple enough, and it benefited both of them. After all, this already seemed like fun to her. "Ah, I'm Peachmoon by the way. Peachmoon Banner."

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify][font=cambria]He watched her closely as she shifted her position, very interested in the thought process behind it. Pallor simply assumed that she was scared of him, which made it that more inviting. However, it was her words that changed his mind. If you'd like to play with me...


    That toothy grin changed into something like a faint smirk. She wasn't as innocent as he thought, hm? Well, Pallor wasn't good wiith judgement and assumptions. The Mortis was highly intelligent in terms of getting what he wanted, but not necessarily the means to do so. That didn't matter much in this current situation though; she was offering him a deal. A deal! He never figured he'd end up getting this lucky. He was trying to figure this pale and pretty girl out, regardless of his excitement. She was smart, and he reckoned that Peachmoon was the type to think a lot. Thinkers, planners and plotters were never good news for Pallor. Was she just trying to trick him? If you answer correctly, I owe you a favor. Anything you'd like." Her advertising was unsurpassed, yet the shady figure sat down slowly, pondering the possible outcome of truth. Did she realize he was only here for one and a half reasons? Anything. "Be careful usin' vague words like that, darlin'. Some bloke could get the wrong idea." He drawled, blinking slowly. His eyes dropped to her smile, such a sweet smile. Was it all too good to be true? "What are you trying to do, sunshine? You ain't Fixin to get me in trouble now, are ya?"


    One more look of her from ears to paws was enough to convince him that maybe it'd be worth it. She was tempting, no doubt. He could always just kill her and run after, right? No?

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Was he doubting her? Ah, well she had half expected a reaction like that. "When I said anything, I meant anything," she confirmed with a pleasant smile. This was by far her most outrageous proposal yet. Anything was anything, after all. But she was curious to see just what this man had in store. Peachmoon thought she could use a little excitement in her life, for better or for worse. She was just about that desperate in this situation. "That is, of course, if you can guess correctly." She lowered her eyelids ever so slightly as she stared at Pallor. Hopefully he wasn't too much of a fool.


    "So, Mister Pallor, tell me..." the girl began slowly, "What runs but can't walk, has a mouth but can't talk, has a bed but can't sleep, and has a head but can't weep?" The gentle breeze ruffled her pale fur as she spoke. Her delicate voice almost seemed to carry with the wind as she recited the puzzling inquiry.


    answer for your convenience~

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify][font=cambria]He was so dangerous, and she so... willing to become his victim. Or, so it seemed. Perhaps she hadn't completely figured him out. If so, they were on the exact same page, for Pallor had no clue what to think about her. Through the grapevine he heard she was engaged to the leader. Of course, he didn't give a shxt who she was seeing- but if it meant him getting his throat ripped out? It was something to reconsider. He wasn't all to sure about this Jax figure; never seen 'im, but it takes a lotta guts to be leader and a bag of bones like Pallor was no fighter. He wasn't necessarily a coward, either; he just liked to sit back while others did the fighting for him, that was all. Manipulative, sure, but that was just Pallor's style. His family had a history of being despicable.


    He settled down to listen, intense gaze now locking onto her. What if he got the answer wrong? She seemed so willing to help him. Pallor could take her to some place quiet, and... no, no.


    Pallor Mortis was a disgusting man, but he wasn't a complete maniac yet. He wasn't so desperate to r*pe someone. Who said sex was the favor he wanted, anyways? This involved a lot more thinking than he was used to, and it awoke a part of him that disturbed him more than his worrysome habits: his morals. Was fate trying to bring back his gentle side? Nope, no good. That side of Pallor was dead to him.


    "That's a good one," Pallor admitted with a sigh, leaning back on his haunches and lifting his gaze to the air above Peach. He felt like the answer was simple, too simple for it to be right. What did he have to lose? Well, in his mind, a lot, but.. it was worth a try, he guessed. "A creek or somethin'. River?" He pitched with a sluggish raise and drop of his shoulders. "Where'd you get your name from, Peachmoon?" Pallor then inquired, the change in subject quick but the overall theme of his thought process certainly wasn't.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]It was amusing to watch Pallor stare at her so intensely. It seemed like he wasn't used to that kind of critical thinking. However, she lit up with delight when he answered correctly. "That's right," she spoke with a grin. "That said, I owe you a favor. Anything you'd like, anytime." The notion was absolutely ridiculous and extremely dangerous, but Peachmoon's curiosity got the better of her. Perhaps she would end up doing some unfortunate task, but just the wonder of it thrilled her. Plus, what did she have to lose? It wasn't like she was going anywhere anytime soon.


    Pallor's next question certainly was sudden, but it did make her think. She didn't often think about the origins of her name, seeing that it never seemed like something special. "From my father in the Skulls. He named me at birth and granted me my warrior name when I became the clan's medic." Indeed, at the time her father was leader. Back when the Skulls saw females as the lower class, though thanks to her intelligence and inheritance she became one of the most powerful women in the clan. She fell silent for a moment before laughing softly, "Sorry if you were expecting some kind of elaborate story. I don't think there's anything really interesting about me."

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    No, there was absolutely no way that she knew his intentions were completely and wholey sinful. How could she? If she did, she wouldn't have struck such a bargain, such a deal. How stupid of him, to consider that he was the one being tricked when really it was the other way around. Peachmoon was smart, but held too much chastity to realize that handing her future over to someone like Pallor was far from a good idea. It was riveting, but it was also concerning, and the same question from before returned to Pallor's dark mind: how would this pretty little thing hold up to tooth and claw?


    Back to reality. "The Skulls, eh?" Pallor reiterated, but mostly to himself. He had heard lots of rumors about that strange group. Apparently they had sex slaves or somethin', forced mating and all of that jazz. Yeah, no thanks. Rumors were just rumors, of course, but many held revealing qualities: to this day, Pallor was still trying to figure out if he'd like to be that situation or not. In his mind, he'd have to be a lot more alpha-male. Mm, no thanks. The Mortis would prefer to stick to being lowlife scum, away from the limelight.


    As she released a soft laugh, Pallor would smile along with her, but it was the kind of smile that would make many uncomfortable- the way it made Eskimokisses visibly shudder. Yet it didn't seem to hold the same effect on Peachmoon. "Oh, I'd disagree." His level tone said at last, standing slowly and beginning to take a few paces, beginning a circle around her. "I find you very interesting." The creep admitted. "But I don't want to be too straightforward. Where do you see yourself in five minutes?" Another strange and sudden question. Many would ask 'where would you want to see yourself in the future, though we all know that Pallor had issues with the norm. The future was too vague. He wanted to figure her out, decipher her intentions before he decided if he could bang her without afterthought or consequence.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]If Peachmoon had ever heard of that rumor, she could easily deny it. Maybe things had been different before she was born, but as she grew up she'd never heard of such an obscene thing. Then again, she had been one of the higher class women...so really, who knew what happened behind the curtains before the Skulls became pro-equality.


    Ah, and so it finally began. Where do you see yourself in five minutes? Oh, what a good question that was. Peachmoon took the question and gingerly placed it in her gasp, trying to pry through for possible answers with a delicate mind. "Well, since you asked..." she began as she continued to ponder. "I doubt it'd be a very pretty scene." She watched the man circle her with a collected expression. "Will it hurt?" she asked.

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    He liked watching her think, seeing those gears turning in her pretty little head. She had to know at least a few of the ideas that were brewing in the back of his mind, yes? No? It was a difficult question for him. If she did know, why would she place herself in immediate danger? Pallor's eyes shifted across her once more. She didn't seem like too much of a weirdo to him, not in comparison to other chicks he's seen. It was hard to figure her out, and the thoughts were frustrating him. Pal wasn't used to thinking, he was used to getting tail, so this situation proved a bit challenging for him.


    Will it hurt?


    The question brought his agitated movements to a stop, and he offered her a smile. A nice one, too; one that showed empathy that he really didn't have. But pretty things didn't have to be honest. "You must be more specific, darlin'."

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]She had to be more specific? Certainly not; she'd hoped Pallor wasn't that much of an idiot — which had been proven he wasn't by answering her riddle. With an equally as calm expression she would answer, "Well, I'd think you'd use your favor on touching me without any restraint, no?" Those were awfully vulgar words coming from such a pretty face. "So I was just wondering if it would hurt."


    And this is where her part of the bargain played out. "Though even if you used it on such a thing, you'd only feel empty once more afterwards." Pallor seemed to have an awfully simplistic mindset; ah, how wonderful it was to feel as though she had such a firm grasp on his thoughts. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you know. Like I've said, anything is anything. There's no need to underestimate my word. Why waste it on something disposable?" She seemed to be enjoying herself as she spoke. It was fun to see simple people think so hard. "But then ... what do you desire? What is it that you truly want? Buried within your lustful heart there must be something."

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    (sorry for lateness! i definitely didn't forget about these two cx pallor is stayin' creepy)


    Damn, she hit the nail on the head.


    Pallor's facial expressions twisted from surprise, to smirking amusement, to general adoration. Oh, he liked this one. Making deals she knew the danger about, playing innocent... She completely f*cked him over! Well, not in a literal sense, but for the first period of their encounter she definitely had him stumbling over his own tail.


    "I-I think I'm in love with you!" He announced, dark smirk still in place. "You got a boyfriend, honey?" He'd ask, but deep down he wasn't interested in a relationship. He just wanted to make sure he made the right choices to keep himself from getting beat up. That happened more often than he was willing to admit, that was for d*mn sure.


    He listened to her, eyes remaining stable and locked on hers (perhaps he didn't succumb to temptation as easily as one thought) as she spoke. Talk of emptiness, of remorse? Oh, he'd heard it all before. What he didn't quite understand was the fact that she'd offer anything to him, and act as if anything was the wrong choice. She was fiddling with his moral compass, a compass that was far beyond broken. Buried within your lustful heart there must be something.


    His true desires? He didn't spend much time thinking about those. "Why want, when you can have?" He responded. If she was goin to get all philosophical on him, he'd take it. "Touching can mean a lot of things. I could kill you." The way he said that word was disturbingly casual. "Or I could just request a large number of favors."


    It was just a proposal, of course, but it revealed a part of him that nobody was really accustomed to witnessing. "Anything is anything."

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    Peachmoon just about wanted to choke when Pallor said he was in love with her of all things, but she held herself together. There was no way she'd allow herself to falter now. "No," she'd answer with a small smile. Technically, she didn't have a boyfriend — but a husband. Things were getting way too interesting, and she had a feeling that if she told him he'd surely restrain himself from whatever he had planned.


    Why want, when you can have? What a fantastic notion. Peachmoon's grin widened. "Indeed, I'm positive I can agree with you," the girl spoke. She was a child, and as a child she did nothing better than demanding what she pleased. She'd get what she wanted one way or another.


    But now, would he kill her? Peachmoon's mind came to a slight halt while she tried not to show it on her outer features. If he did kill her...then perhaps that truly would be the end of the supposed-immortal Miss Peachmoon Banner. She had attempted suicide several times in a plethora of different ways (throwing herself into the ocean, overdose, and things of the like) though not once had someone else killed her. And to be entirely truthful, she was now unsure if death was what she truly desired in this miserable existence. "What good would it do you to kill me? Short-lived satisfaction?" she asked. The latter seemed like the more favorable choice, if he happened to be smart enough to make his way around her "one favor" rule.


    It was true, anything was anything no matter what. She'd made that clear and now even he had. "My chains are bound to you."