A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on January 26, 2014 at 10:31:13 PM by Henadin
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ She smiled at him when he entered her space, though she was clearly half asleep, the drowsiness of slumber apparent on her features. As he touched her, she leaned into him and inhaled deeply. His pink tongue caressing her brought a purr from her chest. As he curled around her, Channing’s maw delved into his pelt and Henadin shivered as Channing’s teeth nipped at his skin. She paused long enough to whisper in his ear. I have missed you too, my love. Vocals gave way to whimpers and the brute laid his neck over her buried head protectively, pressing against her. I… I am… am… so… so… sorry. The brute’s brow raised in confusion. Lifting his head, he ducked his neck enough to touch her forehead with his nares. His tongue escaped once more in order to caress where it lay before nudging her. “For?” Frowning slightly, he tried to coax her face out from the abyss of his pelt. There was nothing that Channing had done wrong, ergo there was nothing that she should be apologizing for. Unless… he had missed something. He inhaled sharply. Did she no longer care for him? Had she lost the love that she had for him? Was she leaving him. Grasping her with his nape once more he let loose a whimper. “Don’t ever leave me, my love. It would break me. You are my everything and I cannot live without you.” It was only with her that his vocals were ever loosened freely. It was only with her that he could relax. If she ever left him… all that would be left would be the husk of him. He clasped the fae in the embrace but eased on his anxiety – she was his soul mate and he was hers. His fears were unnecessary. His frown turned into a smile as he realized that for the first time since their pups’ births, they were alone. Truly alone. A yearning entered his loins as it had the first and only time that they had consummated their relationship. Pushing down his urges, he continued to whisper in her ears. Of course, that was as best he could. His voice was rough as it always had been, each word barely pushed out. “My love, do you think it is time to finally confront Macaria? She has been avoiding you since we returned and seems confused… perhaps Terrel can help? And that is another thing I have been meaning to ask you – when he was with Macaria… is he returning to Saw Tooth? I do wish that you could see him more, I know how much you miss him.” Returning to silence, he waited for her response. It was so rare for them to have real conversation, especially since Henadin rarely spoke sentences if others were present. After their talk was finished, he released his hold on his feelings. The yearning immediately dug back into his loins and he slowly nipped at her neck, his maw moving up it until he reached her auds. A growl rumbled from his chest and he slipped his wet tongue around her aud, breathing hot air upon her now wettened pelt. “My love…” His vocals were pleading and commanding all at once pulling back ever so slightly, he turned his muddy gaze to fall upon her own. “My love.” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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- How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. January 29, 2014 at 07:19:26 PM
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