Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 76.243.46.249
Posted on July 19, 2012 at 02:29:03 AM by KERSHOV
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{OOC: of course I read her battle post, silly! IT ROCKED.} They travelled in relative silence toward the cliff, the muted thud of their syncopated pawsteps the only disturbance in a quiet forest. Occasionally, faint chimes of birdsong echoed on the balmy summer breeze, sounding more haunting than friendly as daylight slithered down the sky; shadows stretched and poured themselves over the ground; leaves sighed and rustled, shivering over the two wolves’ heads. Kershov never once glanced at the alluring wolfess padding next to him; he didn’t need to, not when the tempting heat of her espresso pelt felt so close to this cold of his fur, when the sound of her even breathing brushed ever-so-softly in the pricked cups of his ears. For each of Minaj’s clever glances and saucy smirks, Kershov seethed with steel tension. She tortured him. She plucked at the strings of his self-control like a child testing the boundaries of a delicate structure, and she wasn’t even trying. Still, the Ice King kept his bottomless black gaze trained on the path before him. Unwavering. Hard as stone. Utterly concealing the fact that blue blizzard flames were churning and roaring inside him, demanding that he find the closest dark place and tackle Minaj to the ground and ravish her mercilessly, conquer her like a winter storm and— But Kershov restrained himself. Tenaciously. At most, the alabaster Alpha brushed the tip of his tail across Minaj’s silken shoulder to guide her along or draw her closer, giving no indication of his agonizing need. At last, the woods ebbed away and opened up to the mountains. Grand staircases of stone ascended in complex twists and towers toward the fiery evening sky. A rock palace—a private place, perfect for lovers searching for a clandestine night of blushing romance. Or hours of unrestrained, violent lust. It made no difference. The ivory warrior turned his ravaged visage to speak to Minaj, only to encounter the spell of her sugar-sweet voice. He replied with equally sultry, venomous lyrics. “You ask questions now?” Ker smiled. “I had not thought you so delightfully naïve, Lady Minaj.” Her impish expression told the frozen phantom that she was no ordinary fae. She wouldn’t respond with the coyness or nervous laughter of a more inexperienced girl. This was a dragoness—a female monster more than capable of playing Kershov’s vicious games. And oh, how’d they play. “You’ll just have to find out, my dear.” He should have been in Abendrot, tirelessly plotting a way to make Bright Moon pay for their insult, not chasing the tail of some stranger. That’s what a good Leader would do in this world. But Kershov was submerged in his tundra persona, deadly and selfish and planning nothing more than how he’d best enjoy the rest of the night with Minaj. Nightmares wouldn’t dare disturb him with the gorgeous femme nearby. Possible war, restless prisoners—none of those mattered. Their journey up the cliff side passed in a blur of painful anticipation. At last, alone. All of Kershov’s petty worries lay far, far in the distance. The onyx-eyed demon opened his maw to say something, but found himself speechless at the rough caress of Minaj’s tongue behind his ear. A dark chuckle rumbled richly from Ker’s throat and mixed beautifully with the she-devil’s own bubbling laugh. “How could that have gotten there?” he mused, playing along. “I haven’t murdered anyone since yesterday.” She bumped her deliciously curved hip into the Czar’s tough-muscled side. He turned on her like a shark, massive bone-colored frame shoving her back into a rock wall, broad chest pressed against hers, the tip of his muzzle tracing the line of her cheekbone and ink-stained mirrors stabbing into her smoldering amber pools. “Now that you mention it, Minaj, I could use your pretty tongue in a few other hard to reach places.” A simmering snarl throttled his words. “And look at you, darling, you’re hardly an immaculate creature.” Almost lazily, Kershov parted his maw, his bottom fangs grazing the elegant shape of Minaj’s jawbone. He meant to cut her—only a little—coaxing a few precious rubies to the surface which his hungry tongue greedily wiped away. “In fact . . . I’d venture to say that you’re a rather dirty girl.” | |
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- Minaj, sounds like fun huh? [private thread, KERSHOV ONLY] - By Minaj July 24, 2012 at 10:22:42 AM
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