Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
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Posted on December 15, 2013 at 06:38:51 PM by Harries.
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How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways;; William Shatner Every single little detail was marked and filed away in his malicious brain, serving to fuel his personality should he need to call upon it once again. Every ounce of expression was kept, building up a mental picture of the dame before him. It was sad that she would never know how much information she gave away, even if it was by a simple flick of the tail or the way her pumpkin eyes sparkled with amusement and temptation. It all added up and Harries was and remained a master of manipulating it. Her flirtatious nature was not hard to miss though he didn’t really suspect that she was doing her utmost to at least attempt to hide it. In fact she seemed quite content with letting her aura flow from every pore upon her being, giving him every perfect cue on how to behave. For a change, this maiden did not favour a stoic mask, disguising her true, beautiful self, and so Harries would at least give her the respect to do exactly the same. There was no need for treacherous trickery here. He would simply remain himself and if he was already receiving this reaction now, she was sure to love what he had in store. A hearty chuckle was released at her words, amusement truly composed in the melodic tune. She was clearly captivated by him using the mocking pet names to drag his attention onto her. She was a siren indeed, hoping to hold him prisoner in her taunting words and if he hadn’t have been as cunning as he was, he may have fallen under her spell. ”You seem to have me pegged m’lady.” His crescent moon brows lifted, widening the pools of melted chocolate in a sort of mockingly handsome gesture. Still her ripe autumn eyes never left his figure as if she were a love struck pup or a gullible fool. The breeze ruffled her ebon fur, revealing the precious skin beneath its cover. A look of pleasure befell his kissers as her scent engulfed his nares, the allure to touch her becoming almost unbearable. Soon, Harries... Soon. ’Oh! We haven’t even had the pleasure of names. I am Leila but you know, you could call me ‘gorgeous’ if you prefer. And what happens to be your title, handsome?’ Yet again she teased him, enticed him with her silky tones and luring smiles causing an almost inaudible purr to vibrate his vocal tract. His tail flicked sharply from side to side before falling to rest between his lengthy hind stilts. Her eyes seemed to hold a spark of curiosity, like her eyes had never been blessed with the sight of a kalak before. A smile broadened his lips as one by one, smooth canines revealed there selves from the fleshy cover. In one swift move, Harries threw his front limb outwards, bending to rest his chin upon his ankle region and forcing his rump up into the air. It was a graceful movement, a pauper’s bow that was short lived and all the while a playful grin rested upon his maw. ”I could call you gorgeous,” he purred the word with seductive undertones. ”But that would be such a tacky name, for such a beautiful creature. Leila suits you much better. I am Harries, but you may call me whatever you wish.” His ash dipped paws pounded the ground as if trying to initiate a romp and though his eyes sparkled with mischief, he remained still caressing her face with his toffee puddles. Even when she paraded around him carrying out a closer inspection, his eyes never moved from her cranium. He did indeed treasure the female kind, but more as an environment to hold his youths and pass on his genetics. She held no other power or greatness than that. Of course, she was beautiful and confident but she was nothing more than his toy. All females were. He simply found entertainment in seducing those weak minded bitches and torturing every dirty dark secret from their lips. Oh how he loved to hear them scream, and yet to see the way he gazed upon this creature, some may say he had fallen in love. But it was nothing more than a method. A monstrous tactic that had the vixen’s practically begging for his seed, for his touch. He made them feel like the most precious gem in the world when in reality they were lower than the dirt the grazed his paws. They were child bearers and nothing more, though only the best would house his offspring. The closeness of her tail upon his body caused him to shudder with anticipation, his large domes twisting to the sound of her tuneful voice once again. It was almost as if every sentence were a song to him, a sirens song. ”What am I?” A puff of air rolled from his chest so violently it almost seemed that his whole torso would explode. The feya now rested before him, noses almost touching. ”I am indeed a maned wolf, mademoiselle. But I hold no chains to Cold Summers.” Eyes now sparkled brightly with wickedness as his muzzle reached down towards her pinnae, whispering seductive words down her listener. ”I am the finest specimen you will ever meet, I can promise you that.” As quickly as the words had been sprung the male pulled his head away, resting it elegantly on his neck once again. The breeze had carried vital information about the vixen that had been stored away until put to good use. Now it was his turn. Lengthy stilts carried him with ease over the terra creating a close circle around the fae. His eyes gazed over her curvaceous form before lyrics dripped from his tongue once again. ”So tell me, my sweet Leila, what pack is it you belong too? Clearly you have no mate, and the scent of freedom no longer taints your cherished skin. So who now dares to cage the finest of doves and keep her all to themselves?” |
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- oh darling, won't you dance with me? - By Leila December 18, 2013 at 08:47:16 PM
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