Forest Frontiers
Forest Frontiers is a herdland of rolling hills and a fringe of forest on all sides. The picture it makes seems straight out of an Old Western story. The woodlands are predominantly pine, but it allows for a few deciduous trees here and there for a little change of scenery when the time is right. A small stream flows into a lake, a small hiccup in its long thin line of travel. Every morning, thanks to the higher base altitude, a small haze of mist is there to greet you -- enriching the air with a thick pine scent.
The Herd
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Milkglass
Boneash
Genie
Izabella
Suss
Aonia
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Saia
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Take me into the night
IP: 66.147.14.41
Posted on March 22, 2012 at 04:29:11 PM by IndianOutlaw
He watches her, as always on alert, his body tense. Around her, there was no room to relax... it was something about her that kept him on the edge. If he gave in, oh it would be sweet, and he would drown in her essense... but would he surface again? Or would it be she who controlled him? The wolf growls, fighting for control as her silken body leans into his, caressing his stormy body with her russet one. Her scent wafted to him and he could not resist reaching to brush the slightest of touchs upon her rump. Her teeth pull at his flesh and he rumbles a deep, throaty growl of enjoyment. His breath drew short and shallow as she slipped closer, her tantalizing scent slithering to him upon the treacherous breeze. So close she was now, that what little air between them sighed in pleasure and departed with a lingering, soft caress. All that remained was the heat of their bodies, radiating into the small space between them. His nerves tingled and burned, yearning to feel the hot silk of her fiery body. Too long he had been starved of another’s touch, and so strongly Indi yearned now to feel this seductive girl. Did he yearn for her merely because he was starved of a woman? Or was he drowning in her alluring spell and delightful scent? He did not know and within his wanderers soul he found he cared not... his wolf didnt care... it only knew need... desire... lust.
Teeth lower to her skin, drawing with languor along her spine and, between each feral bite, his words vibrate as though poured across gravel, "Control". It is simple but rings true... he was the alpha wolf.. the leader... powerhungry but only to his pack... his herd... more... he wanted more. So much more. Hot breath echoes against her skin as he moves along her body, tasting, feeling. Ever so slowly, taunting her nearly as much as her willing flesh taunted him. She nuzzles against him and fierce hungry eyes meet hers as he returns her touch with as much gentleness as the rugged man can muster around her, "There is nothing innocent about you m'dear... nothing" he echoes pressing his muzzle against her skin again, unable to pull himself free from her grasp, slowly he works his way towards her rump, mouth running along her spine, teasing her flesh. Already he feels himself tensing, his extension hardening as the saliva builds between his jaws. The wolf paced just below the surface... patience no longer an option... it could feel its freedom coming, building up... his release was soon but not soon enough...
 Indian Outlaw
sheriff of the frontiers |
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