The months had passed, long months since the exotican had left his homeland along with a few others in search of a new land to infiltrate, rape and pillage. To dominate. All of them had gone their separate ways, looking for the perfect place to settle, and somehow they had all ended up here. But it had been only recently that Riumrix had found his Deus – Hyperion. The exotican brute had come upon his liege in a forest, stalking prey, and in the process had nearly leapt upon his king, which would have been an unforgiveable offense. But his forked tongue had tasted the air and between the scent and his sharp vision, he had realized that the wolf he had planned on slaying was instead the one he was to pledge his loyalty to. Relief had flooded him – since entering this strange land, this was the first normal exotican that Riumrix had seen, and had begun to think the rest of their kind had failed in their mission of finding this place. At any rate, to fast forward, Riumrix had found out that his king had yet to claim a land as his own, and thus Riumrix was currently homeless… something that did not bother the demon at all, considering that it would give him more time to explore this strange land with its smaller wolves, and perhaps rack up a few more kills on his tally. This land was too virginal, too innocent.

For weeks the hessian had explored, his hardened paws learning to enjoy this new territory in all of its diversity – from the rocky mountains to the dense forests, to the bouldered cliffs and the soft silted shores. For the past week, Riumrix had been exploring the ocean, and only yesterday had he started exploring up one of the many tributaries, interested to find that a freshwater stream had emptied out into the very salty ocean. Riumrix, having never experience an ocean before, had made the mistake of trying to drink of the ocean… only to find himself vomiting the next hour. The nausea had since eased, but he had learned his lesson – one that he would be reminded of every time he drank … such as now. The giant hessian’s snout lowered to the river’s surface, and thankfully gulped down a few slurps of frigid water – it sent shivers through his pelt considering his naturally thin coat over his body did not do much to maintain his body heat. Still, it was refreshing and it certainly woke him up. But that was when he inhaled a breath without thinking – just simply breaking… and noticed a sharp yet delicate scent upon the air.

It smelled like flowers.

It immediately caught his attention, especially given the fact that it was winter. Most plants were dead aside from the evergreens. So for something so fragrant to enter his nares was odd at the very least. Immediately, his eyelids narrowed and he crouched lower to the ground, his long tail flickering from side to side as he crept into the dried reeds to his left. Slowly, he moved through them, slow enough to not cause any more noise than the biting winter wind did with its constant blowing. And as he followed the scent, his façade eventually emerged through the reeds and saw a beautiful female in front of him… soaking wet shake off before speaking to herself and laying down… and to top it all off she was talking about sex. Riumrix snorted and strode out, his whiplike tail curling along his gigantic body as he tasted the air around her with his sensual forked viperic tongue. For some reason… the flowery scent was actually emanating off of her.

“Is your… scent… part of your mating ritual? You said you were not from here, neither am I. And I do find these… strange vargs… to be odd in their ways. Perhaps your delicate perfume is offputting for them, or perhaps they do not understand its purpose. We use blood in our mating ritual, so I could understand the confusion on their part.” Riumrix backed up a step and rose from his crouch to his full, towering height of nearly four feet at his withers – he was a giant, even for his own kind. “But then again, we use blood for just about everything. I’m trying to decide whether or not yours should be spilt, truth be told. But as you are an invader of these lands as well I wonder if anything can be learned from your experiences. Deaths will pave my way to my fate, secure my comfort… but if all were to die the world would cease. So tell me, enchantress, what should I call you? And what have you learned of this… place? You may call me Riumrix.”

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