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 February 19, 2014 at 06:45:53 PM by Channing.
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Henadin had become her life, her whole existence. Life was brighter and crisp and easier to live when he was beside her and when he left, the world became dull, threatening to engulf her whole being with a darkness that she just couldn’t fight. He gave her a sense of freedom and a kind of weightlessness that filled her with an exhilarating feeling that made her dizzy. Yet at the same time he held her down, kept her anchored onto the earth, her head level and calm. He was her rock, proved by his willingness to care for their pups even when she couldn’t. The shadow painted male had become second nature to her, a book that she knew word for word and yet there was still so much to learn; still information that she longed to know about him, secrets that kept her engaged and intrigued. It had not taken her long during the conversation to work out that something was niggling away at him, something that he wanted to tell her and yet she did not push to know. She knew that if it was important enough he would tell her in his own sweet time and she was content to simply wait. Words seemed to fizzle out and soon the pair connected in a way that nobody else would ever see, that no other wolf would ever experience. This was a show, a dance of a whole different nature and the only partner she would ever have in this erotic tango...was Henadin. Tingles of anticipation raked across her skin as he touched her, like invisible electric waves, causing her hairs to stand on end. The act filled her with an unmistakable pleasure and she couldn’t ignore the sensation growing, blossoming like a bud, in her abdomen. The signs and signals were clear from both parties and after locking their gaze for no longer than a brief interval; the pair had gathered a silent acknowledgment of what would occur during the span of the night. It was only due to her self-conscious state that the trembling maiden realised that their love would be consummated under the light of moon and stars, as the specks of sunlight that shimmered through the leaves and branches were slowly beginning to fade. Beyond the walls of the den the sun was descending from the heavens and casting a collage of reds, yellows and oranges across the sky and onto the rolling plains below. Birds chirped overhead in their final battle against the enclosing darkness creating a soul full background track to the already romantic setting. A smile, both seductive and yet slightly shy, broadened across her lips as she turned her cranium away from the dimming light and focused entirely on her mate. The way the cascading light shone upon his stature had the femme’s head spinning in a dizzy mix of hormones and emotions. Somehow the light had plucked highlights out of his coat giving him a youthfully handsome gleam. He looked like a messenger from the gods something so pure and clean and yet he looked every bit mortal and real; however it was his eyes that stood out the most. The rich, deep, chocolate pools that tread so carefully upon her features were now alive and burning and were enough to make the ess swoon. With his final, demanding, declaration, Channing’s mind was calm and relaxed and she knew exactly what she was doing. No words need be spoken, no questions asked and so the pair began their dance. The timber maiden, who had completed the full circle around her mate, had stilled her legs so that she rested upon the earth just inches away from his muzzle; the smile never once leaving her face. In a painstakingly slow movement, enough to hopefully drive the male insane, the lass turned her rump towards him and rubbed her tail once again under his chin. In the same fluid, measured, movement Channing began to walk backwards, pressing her hind against his chest. A purr of satisfaction escaped her jowls as she felt the beat of his heart against her body and as she pushed backwards, her hind legs bent causing her rump to fall under his chest in the perfect position for him to mount. Occasionally Channing flicked her neck and cranium in erratic motions towards the male, releasing huffs and nips should she find his skin. There first mating had been slow, cautious and tender but this would be much different, she would make it last as long as she could and only when he finally gained control of the devil inside would she finally agree to his desires. OOC- I had a sudden muse boost, so here you go :3 Feel free to god-mod in any way, shape or form <3 Channing | Adult Female | SawTooth- Zeta| Heart belongs to Henadin | Mother of Terrel, Macaria, |
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- Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin March 2, 2014 at 04:22:53 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. March 16, 2014 at 06:45:43 PM
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