This was probably one of the most idiotic things he had ever done. Scratch that. It was the most idiotic thing he had ever agreed to do. The Slytherin ejected that thought from his mind. Orion was no idiot. Though he was sure, this time, one could call him one and maybe get away with it. Because even in his opinion, only a fool tried to tame a wild tiger. And that was apparently part of his job as he made his way into the forest, where he was meeting the witch who had sought out his help for this task.

It would be foolish to head into this journey without any misgivings, so he was a bit wary, even as he pushed into the cover of the forest, dressed in black slacks and a black button up, long sleeves shirt. Regardless of being in the bloody forest, where who knew what was lurking, the boy still looked his best. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit of fear develop down in the pit of his stomach, but Orion was too good at hiding such things, so it didn't show in any way as he strolled deeper into the forest in all his usual confident arrogance.

Eventually he came to a small clearing that seemed to be what she had described, and though he didn't see her or the tiger she portrayed, he knew without a doubt she would be there. Once again, he was feeling wary of what was to come. There weren't exactly instructions for this kind of thing, and though he had survived a first encounter with her animal counterpart, he wasn't looking forward to putting himself into another.

But of course he was going to. Because he had given his word, and Orion's words always meant something. Plus, he had something on his side no one else could claim. He had himself, and that had been enough the first time. He was determined to make it enough this time as well as any future times. Both the witch and the tiger would belong to him. He wasn't going to give that up.

Ever since she’d asked her Adonis to help her gain new control over the beast within herself, Sibes had been looking forward to their scheduled meeting in the forest. She was sure if anyone could help her in this endeavor it was the strong, commanding man who she called her Adonis. Her perfect male specimen.

Sibes had slipped into the forest with ease, her short black dress clinging tightly to her body as she crept through the brush, resisting the urge to shift before she met him. The girl figured she owed her Adonis some explanation as to what she expected from this meeting before he had to face the tiger again, so she slunk to a spot behind a tree and waited patiently for him to arrive, a purr sounding softly from her throat as his form came sauntering into the clearing.

Ah, he always looked so delectable. She had to stop herself from pouncing on him and licking him from head to toe, instead emerging from her hiding place and tossing her long hair behind her shoulder, strutting in her blood red heels over to him and running a single claw up his chest as she stared into his eyes, her own flashing a bit as her body shuddered, the need to be the tiger overwhelming, yet she tamped it down.

”Hello, Adonis, my handsome master,” she purred, circling him as her fingers traced over his chest and back. ”I hope you are ready for the task at hand today, darling. I do need to taste success on my thirsty tongue, you see. The tiger inside, she doesn’t like rules. She doesn’t like chains or cages, and yet those are the things that I must now enforce. You see…” Sibes moved away from him and forced the transition to go slowly, only letting her tail, ears, and paws to form just then. ”I need completely control of every individual part of the shift… without this pain.”

It was true that she was feeling intense pain as she tried to hold the tiger back, slowly forcing it all the way inside so that she was fully human once more. ”I need to teach the tiger control in order to fully master my forms, and the spaces in between. For the animals to fully mesh, seamlessly and perfectly, I must be in charge of both. I must be able to override instinct, Adonis.” She stalked back up to him and ran a hand along his cheek before kissing him quick yet hard on the mouth. ”Teach me how to dominate such a beast as the tiger within. Dominate her, just as you dominate me. Help me find that control so that I can be the master of my craft.”

Orion watched as she emerged from behind a tree, blue eyes raking over her body as it was draped in a clingy black dress that showed off her assets in a delicious way. The red heels were an especially nice touch to the overall appearance of his Swiper, and he arched one perfectly sculpted brow as she strutted effortlessly across the uneven ground to him. A devilish smirk graced his lips as she tossed the long, raven locks that was her hair over her shoulder and he captured her wrist to pull her flush against his hard body, taking her lips in a demanding and heated kiss.

He pulled away after delivering a rough bite to her bottom lip, pulling her wrist up to his lips to place a kiss there as well. "Hello Swiper. You're looking much too ravishing.' His blue eyes stared into the emerald ones she possed with desire and hunger as a smug smirk curled his lips at the way she greeted him. Master indeed. Though he let her wrist go, allowing her to circle him, standing tall in his usual arrogant confidence.

One would never know from the looks of the boy that he was uneasy with such actions. Generally speaking, Orion did not like having anyone at his back. But generally speaking, most people knew better than to provoke the boy in any way, and Swiper was no different. He also showed no fear, because the Slytherin male was too arrogant and confident for such an emotion to ever come into play on his proud face.

He listened to her words, and watched the transition with interest and pride in his blue eyes. The boy would never deny that it was an especially powerful trait to have, being an animagus. Not everyone could do it, after all. And he was sure it took a good deal of effort to perform such a controlled change as she demonstrated then. Orion was not above taking pride in having such a witch as his, and it showed in his eyes even as his lips turned down in a small but obvious frown.

So her transformations were painful. Well, above all else he couldn't have that. And now thanks to her explanation, he had a better understanding of why she both needed him there for this, and why she had chose him for this task. If there was ever a more controlled person than Orion, the boy with bite off his own tongue. "Instincts are natural, Swiper. Choosing to act on them or not is just that. A choice. You have to be able to choose not to act on them. To outweigh one choice over the other. To be in the mind frame that you alone are in control, not the instincts driving you.'

The male easily returned the quick yet hard kiss she gave him, relishing in the simple caress of her hand on his cheek, even if he gave the claws a deadly look. For such a wild and deadly beast of a girl to be giving him such a soft and tender touch was a stroke to his ego, so he nodded once at her. He wasn't about to turn back now that he had come this far, and though anyone would have their misgivings in this type of situation and in doing what he was about to attempt, Orion never looked calmer and cooler as he did then. "I'm prepared whenever you are Swiper." He replied with a smirk, removing his wand from his pocket. He wouldn't use it unless necessary. After all, he had said he would help. He hadn't said anything about letting the beast within her kill him.

Sibes loved the way her Adonis kissed her, bit her, demanded everything from her even as he showed her the devotion of a true master to his pet. She could see the way he valued her and swelled with pride, knowing that he found her sexy and powerful. Yes, she was a strong, beautiful creature, and he was a skilled wizard who might actually tame her. He was exactly what she needed to make the slow transformations just as easy and painless as the quick ones. He was the perfect man to help her dominate the beast within.

His words about choice were not a new concept to the Russian. She’d known exactly what she needed to do, after all. Instincts could be controlled by choosing whether or not to act on them- it was just getting to the point where she could pause long enough to make a conscious choice that was the problem. The tiger was quick to act and she generally knew her instincts where what she needed to follow, at least in terms of the feline’s mind. The tiger didn’t worry about things that humans did, and that was the problem.

It was obvious that she had a distinct need for control, in order to be as strong as she could. ”Well then, Adonis. I suppose I need you to test the tiger. Force me to make those choices. Make me override those instincts with the necessary choices that my human mind knows need made.”

With that, she purred and fell to the forest floor as she shifted, the majestic beast taking her place and flicking her tail impatiently. The beast saw this male as a threat, even as Sibes saw him as her master. The conflicting thoughts had her pacing and snarling in confused irritation. All of her instincts said to pounce on the boy and show him how much stronger she was than him. She fought them as best she could, but it was driving her to pacing back of forth, growling and hissing and showing her teeth.

This was going to be difficult, she knew, and she hoped the boy was properly prepared for whatever fight the beast put up. Sibes could feel her human and animal instincts warring with each other and she turned to face him with a soft roar, digging her claws into the ground and slinging her tail back and forth, preparing to pounce.

Orion found himself facing the tiger a lot sooner than he had expected. Though, in hindsight, he supposed it was what he was there for. He knew he would be facing the majestic creature now before him, but knowing something and seeing it come to life were two completely different things. It was a lot easier to be confident when not staring down a bloody tiger. It was twice as hard to keep ones' wits about themselves when faced with deadly claws and fangs. Much less be confident with their presence.

But he had always been too arrogant for his own good. It was what him perfect in this endeavor. Any fool could feel fear in such a moment. There were only so few who could remain confident in themselves and their abilities when faced with such a wild beast. And Orion was probably the only one arrogant enough to do so while remaining completely calm, cool, and collected.

The boy looked as he always did. Standing with perfected pride and assuredness. There was no doubt in his stance, or eyes. No fear flashed across his face, nor did he allow it to settle in the pit of his stomach. Not one muscle moved to give off the idea that he was in anyway afraid or intimidated by the large feline. Even if he knew he should be.

Instead, he faced the cat like he would any other challenge. With a cold look and a mocking smirk. He could tell even from where he stood that the girl was fighting the feline instincts that must be driving her hard, as she snarled and paced, looking irritated and angry. Still, Orion held his ground, head held high as he watched it's antics with little more than a look of superiority.

The Slytherin could tell from the frantic pacing, the roaring, and the way the tiger practically crouched that this was not going to be easy. He knew enough about animals to know that weren't so far from humans as far as natural instincts went. The difference was that humans had inhibitions, and ways to override instincts based on many different factors. Wild animals were not the same in that aspect. They ran on instincts alone. And answered to only themselves and their needs.

Much like the actual witch inside the tiger did. Or had. Before he had changed all that. Orion had dominated the witch, had showed her he had the strength and the power to own her in ways no one else could. Now he had to do the same with the bloody tiger who looked ready to pounce at him with those claws. It was common, even between humans, for a dance for dominance to take place. The tiger would see him as a threat, and any normal creature, human or otherwise, would want to eliminate such a threat.

"You lunge at me, kitten, and you'll be sorry. I'll have you chained to a tree before you get halfway here. Now. Calm down." The boy spoke lazily, but there was no missing the dominant and commanding tone of his words, nor the command in his blue eyes as he watched the tiger carefully. One wrong move and he knew he would pay for it, so staying focused on the feline was priority in this. One way or the other though, he was going to put this cat in it's place.

His eyes and tone held the dominance that Sibes knew she needed, but the tiger was most displeased with him. She let out a snarl that turned quickly into a roar as she fought with the instinct to pounce. The beast craved his pompous blood. She wanted to taste that superiority, dig into it with her claws and show him just how dominating she truly was. This foolish boy had no idea what he was doing, taking on such an awesome creature as herself, yet the girl within fought the beast tooth and nail.

No, she would not hurt her Adonis! She would not let the animal control her, but would show her own control over the beast that was the tiger. Fighting the instincts was harder than she thought it would be. She’d never been in a situation like this one, after all. She’d only really had the tiger try to run free, attack small game, even run from danger. Never had she had to stop the beast from attacking something, or someone, especially one that she so cared for.

She snarled and shook her head hard, trying to rid the instincts from their place within her feline skull. The problem was, she hadn’t learned that control yet, and the man before her was doing a damn good job of testing her. Too good, it would seem. Sibes could feel whatever hold she had on the tiger break and she felt herself leap into the air, heading straight for the perfect man before her.

Inside, she screamed in anguish at her failure, but this was why she’d chosen Adonis to help her. He was strong enough to handle the raging animal that was coming for him now. Of course, there was a definite possibility that he really would tie her to a tree and force her to submit like some sort of kitten somehow, but there was nothing she could do about that now. If the beast wouldn’t listen to her human reasoning, maybe it would listen to the iron fist of her Adonis.

Phew. This was one angry cat. Not that that made much of a difference to the boy. Sure, animals were clever. Especially cats. They were stealthy. Powerful. Dangerous. Cunning. Swift. Arrogant. Prideful. There were a lot of things Orion would say he and the tiger before him shared in common. But the biggest difference was that he could override his instincts, whereas the stripped cat knew nothing but following them.

For instance, at the moment, his own basic instincts were screeching danger to his mind, which had adrenaline pumping through his veins as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. His own basic instincts were pushing him to do either one of two things: run from the beast that posed a threat to his life, or kill the threat before it killed him. It was understandable to have such instincts, especially in a situation like the one he was in. Some sense of self-preservation was a quality everyone shared, and the Slytherin male was full of the confident knowledge that in a bout between wizard and tiger, facing his opponent head on, he would be the one to come out alive.

There was no limit to the damage he could do to the majestic creature before him, and that alone had him tasting the darkness that licked at his insides. It tempted him to raise his wand and use any one of the spells that would have this beast in front of him cowering in pain and on the verge of death. He could do it, and his instincts told him to, and that darkness was reflected in his cruel blue eyes as he stared at the feline. Yes, he could do it. But he wouldn't be. Not today. And not with this tiger, even as it lunged, ready and prepared to rip him apart with it's claws and powerful jaws alone.

Because he was in control. Not his instincts. And Orion overrode every last one of them, pushing them out of mind, which allowed him to remain calm and collected, therefore able to think rationally, and decide on a course of action that would have him showing the tiger who exactly was in charge between them while also keeping the girl within the beast alive and well. He was there to help, not to harm. That was his purpose currently, and in that he gained control over his instincts to kill or be killed.

In the blink of an eye, the Slytherin flicked his wand twice, conjuring a large, thick, metal chain that wrapped around a thick tree trunk nearby and was latched onto an equally thick metal collar that appeared around the tiger's neck. Orion took one small step back, never losing so much as an ounce of confidence, or his arrogant smirk, as he watched the tiger pounce through the air at him. He knew the chain would be yanking it back just out of reach of him, and the step he had taken was to make himself just out of reach of it's claws should it decide to try and swipe at him. Just out of reach. Because he wouldn't be Orion if he didn't stay close enough to taunt the feline with what it wanted that it couldn't have.

Somehow, she knew the boy before her wouldn’t harm her, even as she lunged at him without any control over the beast that she currently resided within. In truth, Sibes did not feel one with the tiger in this instant, as she fought everything it insisted upon doing, only to have her own will defeated by that of the angry animal as it lunged in an enraged fury. She’d never been happier than when she felt the momentum leave the lithe body of the animal, even as she felt the airways constrict as she was pulled back toward a tree by her throat.

The feline was too mad to keep focus, and she fought with the instincts more easily even as she paced as close as she could get to the man who was helping her. He stayed just close enough to tempt the beast, yet just out of reach so that she could feel the frustration deep inside. This was actually a good way to exert his dominance, as the cat could not reach him, and he was in charge. She could only do as he willed, and it was driving the wild animal mad.

At the same time, she could feel the animal’s will breaking, confusion pulsing in the native mind of the tiger at the very idea of being confined, restrained. Sibes took the chance to dominate those instincts that had her pacing so madly, stopping mid-pace and letting out a strangled roar as the two minds clashed. No. The tiger would not win. Sibes was in charge. She would use the instincts to save herself from bad situations, but she would not let them rule her. She was the master here. The beast was her pet.

With another agonizing roar, Sibes forced the tiger to sit, then she lay down, rolling onto her back and leaning her head back, exposing her throat to her Adonis. It was an act of complete submission, and the tiger inside mewled at her, utterly confused and defeated. In that simple of an act, Sibes had been able to conquer the beast. Just by her Adonis putting a collar and chain on her, taking away her free will, he had brought about the ability to fully dominate the wild animal she could become. She felt so strong now, knowing she still had those killer instincts, as she knew she could easily allow the desire to rip Adonis to shreds return with the blink of an eye, but they were controlled now. She would have no accidents. She was in charge.

A deep purr ran through her chest and out her muzzle as she stretched before him on her back, willing the boy to come closer and stroke his mighty feline. For that was what she was. His. She’d always strived for independence, yet right now, she wanted him to turn the metal about her neck into a dainty collar for her human self to sport. She wanted him to lay claim of her in every form, and love her as his own. She’d never felt so dependent on another human, and yet, she’d never felt more alive and secure and loved.

She slowly shifted back to herself, the collar loose around her neck as she peered up at the man who had saved her from herself at least twice now, and probably more than that. ”Oh, Adonis… my perfect man… my incredible master…”

Oh, that was one angry feline, and it was rather miraculous that Orion could still stay standing in all his arrogant glory and mocking smirks as it paced furiously, roaring it's dislike of the collar and chain to which he had attached it to. The tiger really was a magnificent creature. Regal. Powerful. Prideful. Beautiful. It was no wonder his Swiper claimed the beast as her animagus form. There were many similarities.

The boy's icy gaze watched the large cat pace back and forth, coming as close as it could to him. As close as he would allow it to. He didn't move an inch. His tall and proud form showed no signs of being under duress or uncomfortable with the closeness of the wild and untamed animal. There was no fear in his gaze and his face was a mask of indifference and near boredom as he stood there with such a casual stance one would think he wasn't merely a foot away from a large feline with killer jaws and claws.

On the inside, Orion felt himself buzzing with power and strength, and he was riding the high of it as a cocky smirk slowly crept up onto his lips. Who wouldn't feel the same if they were in his shoes? Perhaps not many people. He was sure it took one in a million to have the balls to agree to do what he was currently doing. And even then, it took an even more ballsy person to do it with the confidence and lack of fear he demonstrated. So all in all, yes, the Slytherin was immensely proud of himself at the moment, and it was a huge stroke to his already inflated ego.

But he didn't lose sight of why he was there, and he kept his focus on the tiger pacing frantically like a trapped animal. Which it was. The boy could practically taste it's fury, and feel it's diminishing will. Did he feel bad for it? Not one bit. He had warned the damn beast not to attempt it's attack, and now it knew why. It was time someone put the bloody thing in it's place. It was time for the striped feline to realize that as lethal, cunning, and powerful as it was, there was something more so than it. And that was him.

As he stood there and watched, pride began to seep into that normally cold and mocking gaze. He could see the break happening, even from the outside. He knew his Swiper was succeeding in her goal when the feline let out a vicious roar. He didn't exactly know he knew it. Orion didn't speak cat, after all. But he knew. Perhaps it was the way in which the tiger's focus had shifted from him, and now seemed to focus inwardly. Whatever the case, he simply knew that the witch he was there to help was overpowering the beast within, and watching the display was a glory all it's own.

One perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose when the big cat let out what he could only describe as a painful roar, and then sat in a way that made it seem like it hasn't really wanted to. A knowing smirk worked onto his lips when if proceeded to roll onto it's back and display it's throat to him in a clear sign of submission. She had done it then. His Swiper had come to conquer, and conquer she did. It was no wonder he was so drawn to Sibes. The two seemed to ride the same wavelength.

As the tiger stretched further in an almost inviting way, Orion wasted no time in approaching the mighty feline, and as before, there was no hesitance or fear as he did. "Incredible beast you are Swiper." He commented as he crouched down and reached out to stroke her fur, no part of him looking any less confident as he did so. Soon enough, the tiger was replaced with the witch he was quickly coming to cherish, and her words had his blue gaze gleaming in pride for both himself and her. For him, because he had somehow managed to somewhat take the wild beast of a girl and the tiger within. And for her because she had managed to gain the upper hand in control over the feline.

He did not comment on her words right away. Instead, his eyes raked over her form before coming to a rest on the very loose firing collar around her neck. His blue gaze met her emerald one as he on e again flicked his wand with ease, vanishing the offending thing around her neck along with the chain it had been attached to. It wasn't that a collar was offensive. It was that that one was. But there was no time like the present to rectify that, so he offered her his hand and pulled her up to her feet, so she stood before him, and not once did his gaze leave hers. Not even as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black case. Not even as he unshrunk it to it's proper size. Not even as he opened it to reveal what was inside to her.

There were a few ways to describe the piece inside the case he now offered her. But the most important one was that it was completely Orion, and no one who saw it would ever doubt his claim on the girl. It was in no way masculine, with it's stylish, black leather band that adorned eight round diamonds spanning around it, equidistant apart. The front of the collar had three platinum rings, looped through the leather and connected by two smaller rings, all of which were encrusted with hand-set diamonds. Even the platinum buckle at the back, which would be used to fasten it on, was encrusted with diamonds. Hanging from the middle ring at the front though, was the 3.5-carat, star-shaped, diamond centerpiece. Hanging along with it were two small letters made of platinum and in Greek lettering. O. R. Not only that, but every diamond the piece possessed was onyx in color.

"Perhaps this collar will suit you better Swiper."

His hands on her body were just so right. Whether human or feline, she craved his touch, it would seem, and he always came through with what she desired. When he called her incredible, she beamed at him, feeling her worth grow just because of his approval. It was strange for the Russian to find a male so important, yet it felt very right to her.

Soon, she felt the metal around her neck disappear, along with the chain she’d been attached to, and Sibes let out a low purr of appreciation. That bulky and obnoxious thing had done its job, and she was grateful for it, but she had no desire to wear such an ugly thing any longer. It was so bulky and not at all pristine like her Adonis. Anything she wore should be majestic and strong, stunning and regal like him. She easily stood as he helped her to her feet, then looked curiously at the long box he’d taken from his pocket.

As it opened and he offered the absolutely beautiful piece to her, Sibes gaped openly. It was so… perfect. She reached out and took the collar in her hands, running her thin fingers over the leather band, tracing the onyx diamonds that adorned it and looping her fingers in the rings at the front. She fingered the delicate yet strong letters that hung with the star-shaped stone, emerald eyes alight with wonder and pure happiness. He was a star, after all. A constellation, really, and to her, every star in her sky.

She looked at him with absolute adoration as she held the piece out to him, turning and holding up her hair. ”Put it on me, won’t you? Oh, Adonis, it’s so beautiful! It’s perfect!” Once it was secured around her neck, she let her hair fall and reached a hand up to fondle the letters of the man who claimed her. ”I hope it has protective charms so it won’t be hurt by things like water or anything like that. Oh, Adonis… I’m never removing it. I’m yours. Always.”

She jumped on the man then, wrapping her arms and legs around him and kissing him deeply, only to trail her lips along his jaw and down to his neck where she sucked and nipped at him, giving him a small mark that would show she claimed him just as much as he claimed her. ”Thank you, my incredible Adonis. You know… I’m sure you have a strong inner animal. Have you ever thought about discovering it?”

Orion watched her reaction carefully, looking for anything that might suggest that she did not like the collar he had had designed specifically for her. While he was certain it was a good representation of himself but still feminine enough for her to sport, he was no female. He wouldn't pretend to know what the opposite sex found lovely and what they didn't. Though he did hope to discover such things about Swiper.

If she didn't like it, he would simply take it back and have a new one made to her liking. He would have done so in the first place, but he had not wanted her to know about it. It was more than just a representation of him, but it was also to signify what she accomplished that day. The control she had achieved over the tiger inside. He wanted her to see it and think not only of him, but also see herself, and the power she now possessed.

Thankfully, he seemed to have done well in his endeavor to provide the perfect collar for the witch, as she took it in her hands and fingered it, only to look at him with only adoration in her emerald eyes to declare it perfect and request he put it on her. The Slytherin male let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was even holding as he nodded to her request and took the collar from her while she turned and held her hair away from her neck for him to put it into place. He let his fingers brush lightly over her skin, as he did, and for the briefest of moments, the boy smiled down at her so clearly happy face.

The boy rolled his eyes at her, giving her a pointed look. He was not a fool. He had no intention of letting that collar come off unless she so desired it to. So of course he had thought to protect it. "Swiper, do not think so little of me that I would give you something that would end up tarnished so easily. Allow me to ease your mind. It is well protected, and can only be removed by myself and you, should you ever want to. Neither can it be manipulated in any way by magic."

He had been adamant about those last two, and had paid a pretty galleon for then too. But he wasn't willing to give her something that could in any way be used against her. His Swiper was dangerous, strong, and powerful. Not to mention she ran with an interesting crowd. Something that annoyed him, but those were choices and he wasn't going to take them away. In any case, he anticipated fights in the future. Not that he ever doubted his witch, but neither would he provide her with a weakness that could be used in foul play. Orion was determined to be strength to her. Not a weakness.

When she launched herself at him, he caught her easily in reflex, as if it was a move they had performed together plenty of times before instead of the first time, as it was. And though he arched one perfectly sculpted brow at her, he couldn't say he wasn't pleased with the fact that she was wrapped around him and using her lips and teeth to give him his own mark of claim-ship. "It will always be my pleasure to provide you with the things you desire Swiper. And those that you deserve and need, as well."

He wrapped one arm around her small and petite waist to hold her to him while with the other he reached to grab her chin gently yet firmly to pull her face up so he could look into her eyes, making sure she understood his words. "As long as you allow me to call you mine, there is no need to thank me for taking care of you. It is my role, is it not?" Orion gave her a hard look, willing her to understand that he did not make take his role lightly. That he would meet her needs and wants and desired because that was his position, and he would have it no other way.

Satisfied when she seemed to understand that fact, he let his gaze and look soften a bit, his brow arching again as he smirked slowly at her. "I cannot say I had given it much thought before, no. It seems you have though. Is there any particular reason why, or do you just enjoy the idea of seeing me as an instinctual beast with no control?"

It seemed like Adonis always knew the right things to say, but at the same time he told her that she didn’t have to question him or think less of him than she should, and that made her a bit unsure of herself. She didn’t think little of him, did she? No. That much was obvious to the girl, but apparently her comments made it less obvious to her Master, and that wouldn’t do at all. ”I’ve never doubted you, Adonis. Not even the first time we met. I knew you would always do just as you promised, and I know you treat me like a queen.”

The words flowed easily from her mouth, as they were the truth. The man was her king, and she was his queen, and that was exactly how she liked it. She would serve him, but no one else. He was her Master, but she was the Mistress of the rest of the world. Perhaps the two of them could rule it someday. Or leave it all behind. Either option sounded good to the raven-haired female, as long as her Adonis was with her.

”You say it is your role, yet the same could be said for a parent. They often fail to serve such roles properly, and they are nearly required to do so. Thus I do think you deserve the thanks, my lyubov.” She truly adored the man, because he saw how strong she was inside and out, and he wanted to make her stronger. He wasn’t afraid that she would break. In fact, the man before her knew that Sibes would never break as long as she wanted to remain whole.

She rolled her eyes at the boy, standing before him and playing with the letters on her collar. ”Adonis, I highly doubt you would ever lose control no matter what form you might take.” She meant it, too. The boy was so in control in every situation that she didn’t think he was even capable of losing it. Hell, he could even control when and how he released during his sexual climax! There was no way he could possibly allow an animal’s instincts to control him.

The truth was, Sibes really wanted to see what the boy could do given the chance. ”Well, Adonis, I think you should give it a try. You obviously have some amazing magical power. You’re strong in most everything, lyubovnik. So, try to focus on the natural beast inside you. Let the powerful animal out to dominate the world…” She smiled at him, purring as she stepped away to give him room to focus. Somehow Sibes had a feeling that her Adonis might not even need time or practice. He was so controlling and strong that she thought if he discovered and took hold of that inner beast, he would transform without a single flaw.

Orion looked at the witch in his arms with a smug smirk, pride shinning in his usually mocking gaze. The fact that she didn't doubt him in any way for a second had the boy swelling with pride, both for himself, and for her. His pride for her should have been obvious. The female was clearly more likely to strike a person than to trust them, so that very idea that she could and would trust him enough as to not doubt him at all was a feat in and of itself. Of course, the fact that he had earned such trust from her was where his pride in himself derived from.

The Slytherin male would never go so far as to say he had proven himself worthy of it though, even if that was the case. The teen was much too arrogant to admit something like that. But he knew deep down that was exactly the situation. Since the day he had first laid eyes on the incredible feline of girl, it could not be denied that he had gone out of his way to prove himself to her, even if it was hidden behind vague excuses and reasons. Orion may be self-entitled to a certain degree, but he was so much so that he didn't realize that some things were much more satisfactory when earned rather than manipulated into his hands. Some things, he was well aware, could never belong to him without him putting in significant time and effort.

Swiper was one of those things, and he had no regrets about his many efforts so far to claim the dark beauty as his own. There may be plenty of witches around that could provide the basic needs a man had, and that was all well and good. Merlin knew Orion had used enough of them in his time at Hogwarts to know that. However, there were certain aspects in a male's life, especially a pureblood male, that not just any witch could fill. For him, Swiper fulfilled all his personal desires in a match for himself. Those, after all, were the only ones he was concerned with.

As a pureblood, that was not typical, but then, a lot of that way of life was hypocritical, and he felt many aspects of it were subject to disagreement. For instance, purebloods, as well as Slytherins, were most naturally drawn to power, and Orion was no exception to that. It was one of the reasons on a never ending list that had him so dedicated to the girl he was in the forest with currently. He would not sacrifice the sheer strength being a solid unit with Swiper would have him possessing simply because she did not fit the bill of the typical pureblooded woman. That would imply he would actually care what other people might think, and as he considered himself above the rest, that was highly unlikely. Orion was a man who was not to be questioned in his choices, and anyone who dared to do that or judge him would receive the tongue lashing of the century.

His analytical mind regarding his relationship with the girl was not the most romantic, but it was how Orion worked. He made no decision without considering all sides and directions. Did the fact that he was attracted to her power take away from that fact he genuinely cared for her in a way he had never cared for anyone else? The boy didn't think so. It was natural, but it was in no way the sole inducer of his attraction to her. The very fact that she would thank him for something any other pureblood female would expect from him and therefore show no appreciation contributed to his attracted and ever growing affection towards her.

"I shall concede to you then, as you make a valid point, and I have no desire to strip you of the opportunity to show your appreciation as you see fit, my Tiger Queen." Orion replied smoothly, providing her with one of his charming smiles most commonly used for manipulating various other witches into doing his bidding. In this case, however, it was genuine, and no manipulative look could be found in his blue eyes as he watched her roll her eyes at him. "It is good to see you know I am much too proud to allow some animal to control me." That mocking smirking was back on his lips, but this time it was accompanied by a playful look in his eyes that was hardly ever seen, as the Slytherin generally meant to anger people with his derisive ways rather than tease them as he was now.

Generally, her words spoken by anyone else would have been taken as a demand by the male, and Orion did not take being told what to do kindly. Something plenty of people had been well schooled in. However, it was clear Swiper meant her words, and was only intending to make him stronger, much like he had done towards her. So the boy let it slide for the time being, smirking at her purr as he gave in to her 'request' and closed his eyes.

It was clear he had no clue what to do, even if he had perused a few books on the art a few times since his first run in with the actual tiger. But then his focus had been mostly on how to handle a deadly animal who had control over it's human host, not on managing the skill himself. Therefore, it was a few minutes before Orion realized that he needed to lift the tight control he had over his mind to allow whatever animal (if there even was one) to reveal itself. It seemed at least logical. If there was some form within him, it stood to reason that it would have it's own mind, and it couldn't share his if he didn't relinquish that little bit of control to allow it to take purchase there.

That was a feat he had no desire to follow through with really, but he was too confident in his ability to control the animal, if it existed, so after another long moment, the teen came to his decision and delved deep inside himself, and his most basic of instincts, for once. On the outside, he stood tall and proud, and looked oddly relaxed. But behind closed lids, neurons were firing as his mind began to find a new and distinctly animalistic flavor of instincts and mindset. His lips curled into another of those smug smirks as he pulled those forward, to the forefront of his mind, letting them fill his head but keeping strict control over them, not allowing his own mind frame to become overrode by it.

Orion had no clue how long he stood there while this happened, but he knew it was a power trip to find a new control he had not possessed previously, and it wasn't long before that feeling of power combined with the instincts swarming his head coursed through him to the point where he could fully grasp the animal dwelling within himself, and as his inner animal showed itself in his mind, his body began to morph to match it. His limbs shrunk in on themselves, his hands and feet shifting into four paws. As his body shook and changed, Orion hardly noticed himself tipping forward so that he was on all fours, except, his mind was telling him that this was ok. Normally, the proud boy would be disinclined to agree, but he knew this was one of those times when he would need to relinquish control to the animal part of himself.

His handsome face had long since contorted into a snout, which let loose a growl as his body continued to shift from human to animal, showing off a gleaming and deadly set of canines. A tail sprouted from his rear, a bit bushy, but not overdone, his legs now powerful, fur covered muscles. After several moments, the task was complete, and where Orion had stood, was now a gray and white Arctic Wolf that snapped it's eye open to reveal the same icy blue and intelligent gaze that were indicators of the boy inside. The wolf insisted it was best away from humans, but Orion stamped down on that instinct quickly, though there was one instinct he couldn't fight. He smirked inwardly as he tossed his head back, aiming his muzzle to the roof of the forest and howling in true wolf form.

The process was amazing to watch, and Sibes stared in proud awe as her Adonis concentrated on discovering a whole new part of himself. She’d been happy to have his approval of her words, pleased to know that he would listen to her, and take her as an equal- no more, no less. They were both proud and majestic beasts inside, as she was sure she’d see proof of soon from the male, and they were also proud and strong as humans. There was no reason for one or the other to be higher ranked.

”You are such a powerful wizard… I can only imagine what a powerful beast you will become. A regal beast of course. Nothing like that zver Lestrange. No, you, my Adonis, you will be the image of perfection in every form you take…” she murmured, not wanting to distract him but completely overcome with desire for the strong male before her.

As he started to shift, green eyes grew large and started to shine. Sibes was impressed, to say the least. She’d not been able to master her form so fast, and she also expected him to show some sign of pain as he transformed. Taming the beast usually caused discomfort, but as always, her perfect Adonis seemed completely in control. It was stunning to watch the wolf take form, and even better when its eyes opened and she caught the arrogant stare that made her bones burn with need. Her Adonis.

The girl couldn’t help but shift then as he threw his head back in a howl, letting out a roar of her own that would fill the forest with fear of the predators that now inhabited it. She could feel his energy radiating off of him, smell his determination and ultimate pride. She could smell his usual scent mixed with the woodsy canine smell that had the feline in her hissing, only to roll over and purr at the man who essentially owned her.

It would be odd getting used to a member of the dog family exerting dominance over her, but then, it was odd getting used to anyone doing so. Sibes had accepted her Adonis because he was the first person, the only person, to have the guts and confidence to take control of her, to help her. She loved him, which meant she loved every part of him, and she would show him as much.

The tiger remained on her back before the wolf, presenting her tender belly and neck, the two easiest places to lay a lethal bite, to him without fear. She knew he would take her surrender for what it was. He was stronger than her. He was in charge. And she would do as he wished, not because he controlled her, but because she wanted to make him happy. The tiger flicked her tail and closed her emerald eyes, letting out the most content purring sigh she’d ever made. She’d found her perfect man, and they’d made each other stronger, too.

She’d never been more in love.

Orion couldn't help as his canine lips pulled back on one side, giving the appearance of a sort of half smirk when the ferocious road of the predatory feline mingled in the forest with his own wolfish howl. There was no doubt in his mind that every creature that resided in the forest would hear the calls, would know that there now two new beasts to be prey to. That alone filled him with such a sense of power and pride, the teen inside the wolf felt ten time stronger than ever before.

Of course, the wolf, with it's animalistic instincts of the dog eat dog world wasn't too thrilled with being forced to stay within range of a massive feline that could likely tear it to shreds if it so wished. But Orion kept his control over that part of him tightly locked up, though he did not ignore it. Had it been anything or anyone else, the boy would have allowed the wolf off it's leash a bit more, allowing the beast he had become to take over a bit more at the call of what appeared to be a threat.

However, the human side of him knew there was no threat to him from the tiger that roared along with him, so he didn't so much as bother to break off into silence and give into those predatory urges the wolf was trying to impress upon him. The wolf looked over to the tiger only when he was good and ready, and was rewarded by finishing the larger than life cat already in a submissive position. On it's back, throat and belly exposed.

He sat on his haunches, his fur covered skull tilting a bit even as it was lifted in pride, looking for all the world like the king of the forest as he observed her through those sharp blue eyes. His Swiper. She was the perfect vixen to his controlled persona, the perfect feline to his canine, and together, they were a force all their own. His lips pulled back as he let out a growl of appreciation at the sight the tiger made before standing and shaking his thick, two toned colored fur out and trotting over, head lifted just as arrogantly as it was when he was his normal self.

As he did so, he took in the new view on the world this form allowed him. Scents his human nose could never have picked up assaulted his mind, his ears twitching a bit on his head as they picked up sounds he never would have heard otherwise. It was all distracting. Overwhelming , even for someone like Orion. But the wolf was just as intelligent as the Slytherin, quickly able to identify scents and sounds, alerting him to nearby animals and trails to follow.

It was difficult at first, to find a balance between the two sets of instincts that he now possessed, but having immediately taken control over the wolf helped him better be able to manage the animalistic instincts now swarming his mind. Which he acknowledged for the most, and overrode with his human ones. He couldn't very well assume that would always be the case, as everyone knew animals could sense things that humans just couldn't, and this new development went a long way in giving him just one more advantage over enemies who crossed him.

As he finally came to half beside the stripped beast on it's back, his nose twitched as it caught her decidedly feminine and dark aroma, which contained traces of his own and the forest. It was a rather intoxicating fragrance, but it was the emerald eyes shining in both happiness and pride that had him filling with desire, love, pride and power, a panted out growl leaving his muzzle as that desire had him shifting back into the male he was and noting that his heightened sense were still...heightened. Hm. So it didn't come and go with the phasing. That was interesting...

"Come on Swiper. We can play dog and cat another time. We accomplished what we came here for, and I have another reward for you." He advised smoothly, icy blue eyes swirling with the deep desire he felt for the witch who was currently a tiger as he held his hand out to her with a smirk. The wolf inside was itching for a run, and while Orion was not opposed to the idea, his current one involving Swiper and licking her from head to foot, marking her as his own and covering her with his scent was the strongest instinct he had at the moment, and he would be damned if he ignored that one. He would also be damned if he was going to perform that on the forest floor.

Besides, the forest wasn't going anywhere, and there was always tomorrow...