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 26, 2013 at 09:56:26 PM by Kohaku
As soon as he moved his bodice, Kohakus heart did a little tentative, unnatural palpitation. Of course Nikandros was much more sexy and attractive than she was and ever would be but hell, this was pushing the limits that she had known him to be. He delved down on her greedily, obvious power lingering behind his sensual touch. She flattened her delicate listeners to her pallid skull and lowered her snowy nape, a small snarl coming to her lips without her being aware of it. Her hot breath wisped into sight, reminding her that the cold was still there-- though soon she would most likely not even acknowledge it's presence entirely. No distractions would come to her mind. She caught it early on, however, and only her teeth showed themselves, no sound was allowed entrance into the atmosphere surrounding the two vargs. She took this moment to turn her back into him, shuffling her rear into his chest. Now there would definitely be no confusion as to what she was looking for from this brujo beside her. As she did so, she could feel his throat being placed over her nape, and a sort of safe feeling enveloped her being. That is-- until he soared downwards, crashing his ivories into her fur, grabbing hold of her flesh. It was so fast, so utterly possessive that Kohakus heart leapt into her throat, and her portals slit into narrowed shards of amber and charcoal glass. Her legs restabilized themselves and she dug her talons into the ground, a gutteral growl peeking from her pale throat. At the beginning, she very nearly fought it. Her hackles rose as she felt him use this power to push her down. Muscles that had not been used for much else other than training suddenly rippled with warning. But the scent that took to her nares was what lowered her slowly to the ground. This was not a family affair. She had to keep reminding herself this. This was her own choice, a choice that could very well be the end of her sanity and her life. Just as Jeanne was seduced by Scarface, it would appear that the unions daughter, half angel, half demon, was to follow the same path. He straddled her almost instantly and Kohaku flicked an aud just barely. What was she waiting for? There was something that her heart was armoring up against, something that had caused her pain before. When she found her answer to the simple question, a Cheshire grin spread across her pale face, stretching her lips and revealing her pearly whites. There was no doubt. She did not doubt him. She did not doubt herself either. Shoulder rolled back and she threw her head up, arching her back as a cat does when scratched just right. Of course she was making it harder for them both. She was teasing herself and her partner, this position was not necessarily "maneuverable" and was certainly not right for the dance that the two were to perform... But it was interesting and Kohaku was not just about to be another little moonlit beast that this hunter prowled upon. A little huff of breath escaped her breast and she felt her lungs expand once more as she inhaled sharply. Her back end pressed against his stomach more forcefully and she set her front fores before her. Her rear leg found his own and she extended her claws, not hesitating to dig into him though he had not promoted violence towards her... Though by how she had moved her nape, it wouldn't really surprise her to find if a bead of blood came trickling down her white skin. A snarl rose up to her lips and her golden orbs searched from where she was to see if she could find a hint of this prince's front scarlet cloak. Surely he would push her back down, administrate dominance over her and perhaps something more sinful would occur. If anything did, Kohaku would not put up too much of a fight. She would wrench her nape to the left if she became uninterested in his tactics, and she would allow an unearthly snarl to tear through the surrounding area if she was in pain. But mostly, if she must, she would clamp her beautiful jowls together, her cheek bones pulsing with extraordinary defining. Pants, rolled growls, moans and uncanny silence would be the soundtrack of however long this affair took. When he was content, if that would ever be the case, Kohaku would put up with anything. Though she faintly feigned attempting to escape from his grasp, she would welcome his retreat with soft, gentle touched of skin to skin. Just little, fleeting touches for him-- nothing that showed she was dependent upon his affection... Definitely not that. Kohaku wouldn't want to move. If she could, she would tempt him a few yards and then just collapse to the ground, unwilling to go farther. And if he allowed her, if he followed her, if he joined her and lay beside her... She would give him the grace of hearing a few barely audible sweet nothing's flow from her mug before she allowed a small flicker of fear flee from her eyes. A small fear that pinched loosely at her flesh. She had given him herself at last... And there was only one thing she wanted in return. A simple favor. She would say nothing though, and the fear would disappear. Because such a thing to say would be a thorn. If she spoke and shared that stupid little declaration: don't you dare leave me... It would be going against everything he had done. How long he had watched, pursued and waited for her. So she only said one little thing before her eyes closed. "I trust you." It is true that a princess was once turned into a swan... But it is also true that the hunter who once aimed to shoot her down became her true love when she transformed back to her original form. 
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- && you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS January 4, 2014 at 04:27:14 PM
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