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 February 9, 2014 at 01:52:38 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 The same alluring emotion plagued her pretty face throughout the conversation; her flirtatious smile causing the pauper to hold the equally charming grin on his kissers. Though she was completely sure of herself- of that there was no doubt- Harries could see the faint cracks sprawling across her facade and with his deep seductive tones, she almost crumbled. He was, however, rather impressed to see her regain her composure and hold the enticing mask as a sturdy shield between the two; he was a good actor but she was even better. Harries had met few female’s like her and was rather interested to see what she would do next, to see how far her disguise could go without the cracks splitting, creating millions of tiny delicate pieces. The maned monarch liked to see which buttons he could press and how far wolves would let him go, so far she was proving to be a wonderful game to play. Soon her own playful lyrics were released and the traveller’s domes twisted to face her, finding no difficulty in hearing her sultry tones. A small throaty chuckle slithered past his teeth at the end of her words, his chest puffing out slightly as he did so. ”Aw, and I thought you would have given me a pet name; one that would only fall from your pretty little lips.” His tongue licked at his canines as his lips curved into a cheeky smile. ”I would have rather liked that.” Random outbursts of laughter escaped her kissers at intervals during their dialogue and the male couldn’t help but repeat the chuckle. It was strange how giggles could be contagious and he couldn’t help but find the maiden slightly cute as she did so. Of course being cute would not save her from the darkness lurking, like the devil, in his perverted mentality. He had one thing on his mind and had so from the first glimpse, the same thing that encompassed every interaction with any female. She was now within touching distance and though the demon wanted so much to feel her beneath him, he remained still and focused on her. Ripe orange portals stared into his, though they were engrossed rather than challenging and so he let her be. The more engrossed she was with him, the easier it would be to take advantage of her. ”I have to; if I had no faith in myself then who would?” His eyes flittered upon her mask, his pupils filling slightly with a sadness that only he knew was false. ”If you find someone that catches your eye more than me, you should come and tell me. I would love to meet the wolf that could out do me with looks and personality.” The sadness was lifted from his eyes instantaneously and the usual handsome mask was laid to rest upon his features. He hadn’t taken offense at her words as she had so kindly dusted them with a naive charm that made it hard for him to feel anything else but lust. Clever girl was playing a game and Harries was thoroughly enjoying it; even more so at the fact that during her diversion she was falling head first into his diabolic plans. Once his inspection of her had run its course, the male was once again nose to nose with the maiden. His ears twitched uncontrollably as other inhabitants of the field made noise he just couldn’t ignore. With the nature of his being he had been and probably always would be an enemy of someone in the vicinity. Any wolf could have been lurking in the shadows ready to scupper his intentions at any moment and Harries would NOT allow it. It was only when her answer to his question was released that the maned pauper focused on the ashen dove and the smile spread across her mandible and maxilla. His sculptured cranium glided effortlessly in the air symbolising a single nod, almost bow, in her direction. The domes above his eyes moved upwards, widening his chocolate portals in an undeniably fetching way. ”A Zeta, aye? Not just a beautiful face but a girl with power as well. I like it.” A single charcoal foot pawed at the ground. ”I am glad to be of some service to you, my lady. But you are quite the entertainer yourself. I’m honestly surprised you are not surrounded by suitors. My father would be most pleased if I returned home with such a fine gem in tow. My darling little sisters would also love you.” Family lightened the mood and allowed the femme to think that she was gaining knowledge about him. It made the conversation more sociable and would mean that his next move would come as a surprise to her. Slowly his pistons moved his slender body round hers, giving her time to reply to his statement, as if he were about to circle her again. He had soon neared her hind quarters but rather than continuing his strutting the male paused, inhaling deeply before making his move. He forced his body upwards, standing almost upright on his hind stilts. With a sudden and brute force the male pushed his front legs upon her back, sinking his claws into her skin though his grip was not as tight as he would have liked meaning she could push him off at any time. Not that he thought she would, she was enjoying this as much as he was. With another powerful movement the male dropped his muzzle as if to grab hold of the vixen’s scruff but whether or not he reached was a different story. |
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- oh darling won't you dance with me? - By Leila February 15, 2014 at 09:40:24 PM
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