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Post contains some a violent scene with some slightly but possibly graphic descriptions. It is [b]NOT[/b] sexual in nature.
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[h2][color=6F6B84]Höd  Ultair[/color][/h2][/center][center][sub]Interacting with [b]Morganna[/b] [@WeepingLiberty]
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The sound of steel striking someone behind him rang in his ears. Höd didn’t bother to turn and address the new threat as whomever it seemed to be, was targeting the group who was after him. The threat spoke, confirming his suspicion that she was there for the group. Höd recognized the voice from the Drakkan he [i]purposefully[/i] bumped into at the Choosing; Morganna. His guard lowered as he listened to the yelps of the resisting Drakkan behind him and within moments… the onslaught began.

The brute could do nothing but smile with satisfaction as he watched Morganna dance around the group who had come to claim the bounty upon his head. He did not move to help her, it was clear that she didn’t need it. Morganna’s movements were fluid and precise; not one step was wasted.  Excitement shot through Höd’s body as he watched her paint the cobblestone streets of Železna Kri with the Drakken’s blood, her sword whip tearing through their flesh. One by one the pathetic fools fell until only the ringleader, Mazus, remained. 

[b]“Y-you’re The Crimson Phantom, aren’t you?”[/b] 

[color=6F6B84][i]Crimson Phantom…[/i][/color] A devilish grin spread from ear to ear realizing just [i]who[/i] he was in the presence of. In his travels across Drakka he had heard of the woman dubbed the Crimson Phantom; a dangerous foe who was impossible to see coming, the only evidence of her ever being there was the path of blood she left behind. He would have never thought that the woman he laid eyes on at The Choosing would be the Phantom. Höd’s excitement grew as she turned her body toward him; it wasn’t often that he came face to face with another legend, though her legend might not be as well known as [i]his[/i], it was known well enough and earned his rightfully placed respect. He slowly clapped for the woman, both in recognition of her victory and expression of being impressed. 

[color=ed1c24]“My apologies for going overboard. I’ll save the final one for you, he did after all insult you by bringing such a pathetic force after your head.”[/color] Morganna stated.

[color=6f6b84]“You’re much too kind, mon Cherie”[/color] Höd began to walk toward Mazus, stopping at Morganna’s side. He looked over to her with a lust in his eyes. Höd had never wanted to take a woman more than he had in that moment. Drakken women were more complex than Gems; with Gems he didn’t have to care what they thought, he simply did with them what he pleased. With a [i]real[/i] woman though, he would have to use more tact to get what he so desired. Höd winked at her before making his way to Mazus, who was quivering with fright.

[b]“Stay away from me, you monster!”[/b] the scared Drakkan shouted as he drew his blade on the ever advancing Höd. A swing of Mazus’s blade fell on empty space as Höd simply stepped out the way. The Drakkan’s momentum caused him to stumble forward when his weapon didn’t make contact with the Berserker. Höd’s closed fist came down on Mazus’s back with a heavy thud, causing the Drakkan to fall to the ground. The massive Drakkan now stood over top of the shaking body on the ground whose hands were frantically searching for the weapon he had dropped as he fell to the ground. Höd knelt down over top of Mazus, his face drawing closer to the back of his head. 

[color=6f6b84]“I thought this is what you came for, kitten.”[/color] Höd whispered into Mazus’s ear as he reached for the Drakkan’s sword. He returned to a crouching position over top of Mazus’s body as his free hand grabbed a fist full of Mazus’s hair, pulling his head away from the ground. A seductive grin adorned Höd’s face as he brought the sword to one side of Mazus’s neck and pressed the cold steel of the weapon against his skin.

[color=6f6b84]“Don’t worry… I’ll make this slow so that you can enjoy every minute of it.”[/color] Höd steadily dragged the blade against Mazus’s neck, allowing each tooth of his sword to tear his flesh one by one. The Drakkan’s panicked cries for help began to curdle as he drown in the blood pooling in his throat. Höd drew the blade further and further across the Drakkan’s neck as he pinned Mazus’s body to the ground with the weight of of his own until there was nothing more to slice. The bloodied weapon fell to the ground as the massive Höd stood and acknowledged a job well down. His attention turned back to Morganna, who was cleaning her weapon. He walked toward her as she approached him.

[color=ed1c24]“I’ll hand it to you, wasn’t expecting for you to be keeping your promise so soon. Not very good at fitting in with the locals though, are you?”[/color] The woman spoke with a playful tone.

[color=6f6b84]“I would never leave a creature such as yourself waiting for long”[/color] Höd responded with a smirk. [color=6f6b84]“The locals have never liked me, though it probably has something to do with me slaughtering their brides to be.”[/color]

Höd joined Morganna as she began to walk away from the pile of bodies she left behind. He slowed his long stride to match her own. Even though she was nimble on her feet, she was still a lot smaller than he was and her casual walking speed was slower than his. Normally having to adjust himself for someone else would bother him, but it wasn't often someone willingly wanted to associate with him, especially someone so easy on the eyes. He would make an exception for her.

[color=6f6b84]“I have to admit something to you, [i]Crimson Phantom[/i].”[/color] the title purred from his lips as he turned to look at her. [color=6f6b84]“I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you, but to be the legend herself, my, my, mon Cherie… It was a pleasant surprise.”[/color]

The sound of rapid footsteps bounced against the walls of the laneways, no doubt it was more men for hire looking for blood. A sour taste developed in Höd’s mouth; as much as spilling blood and causing havoc brought him joy, he wanted a moment of peace with Morganna. A slightly larger group than the one before turned the corner ahead of them and without thinking, Höd pushed Morganna into an alleyway. He pressed her tight to the wall with his body against hers; protective hands placed flat against the wall on either side of her head. As the footsteps drew closer, he leaned closer into her to make their bodies as small as possible to hide from any peering eyes. 

Höd released a sigh of relief as the rapid steps flew by them but he didn’t pull away from Morganna. His purple gaze fell upon her with a certain confidence about it, his eyes landing on her lips. The blood in his veins pumped harder; he was thirsty. Höd had heard the stories of the Crimson Phantom for years, an exceptionally skilled killer. A female. The thought of a female counterpart who was as ruthless as he was, it intoxicated him, and he had her in his very grasp. [i]She[/i] had come looking for [i]him[/i]. A more inexperienced Drakkan would have had trouble hiding the hardening in his pants by this point, but Höd was by no means inexperienced. Höd removed a hand from the wall and brought it closer to Morganna’s face. He paused as he drew closer to her skin, waiting for a reaction to tell him to stop, when nothing came he allowed his thumb to gently trace her bottom lip. As much as he hungered for physical pleasure, he would be patient, but he could not resist playing the game.

[color=6f6b84]“Now then, Morganna. Why don’t you tell me why you were looking for me?”[/color] He asked, his thumb removing itself from her lip and tracing across her cheek. Höd was smart enough to know that her being there was not a coincidence; she was there with a purpose. 

[Hider=Summary]Höd gets hot and bothered by Morganna slaying the day.
Höd is creepy when he kills peeps.
Höd gets up close and personal with Morganna. He wants you, baby girl.
LET HIM HAVE IT.
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