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Posted on February 22, 2014 at 02:06:19 AM by WARLOW
male | six years old | mated to none | imprinted on Mistletoe It was highly unusual for Warlow to approach any other wolf of his own doing. In fact he constantly trailed his sister, Natu, but he never approached her or bothered to interact as some siblings might. No, he just stalked her. She was so blind though she didn't even know he was there. It had been months since their last encounter and yet he was always in the same area as her for the most part. It wasn't brotherly love - it was just a decision he had made when he was younger. No reason. No love. Just repetition. And yet here he was being drawn from the forest and his bristling irritation by this slip of a female, so tiny that he could probably strip her carcass down in less than a day and still be hungry. Not that cannibalism was his thing, but if it was... The moment her emerald eyes made contact onto his he felt a shift. If he wasn't so sturdy he would have almost lurched towards her and fallen but he dug his paws into the earth, his long nails making indents in the soft earth and the cold snow melting between his toes. He almost missed her grimace and curling lips so entranced was he by the sudden force pulling him to Mistletoe. It can be said that Warlow has never been one for surprises and this was no exception. His heart raced in a sudden, unfamiliar panic but he clenched down on his insane desire. Whatever it was. Slowly, as he was coming out of some sort of trance, he tilted his head to the side noting how close she was now. Her scent seemed to overpower him, ensnare him, captivate him. Her voice was pleasing to him. It was so strange. No one ever got to him this way and yet he definitely felt a pull towards her and her mere presence soothed the part of him that stayed in constant irritation. Even she seemed to feel it by her lowered shoulders and the dreamlike look that crossed her face. Trying to shake away his weird behavior (although he would still be weird without it, just more rude) he eyes her as if she is about to bite off his head. "If you want to talk to yourself that is fine, just don't get mad when anyone thinks you are crazy. Can't blame me for asking." He half shrugs, shifting his body closer to her and breathing in her intoxicating scent. "Mistletoe...... I'm Warlow." Even her name enthralls him. An idea tickles the back of his mind, something he had heard about the intense bonding of two wolves and he is struck. His maw opens in perhaps the only ever event of him gaping. Actually full-mouth gaping. "What did you DO to me?!" His voice is choked and he sounds half mad. In one of his sudden crazed moods he jumps away from her and begins to pace back and forth, his jaw snapping shut but the pull of her is too strong and suddenly he moves right next to her, leaning his shoulder into her and burying his nose into her neck as only this closeness seems to relieve the tension running through his stalwart body. Wolf Stock: HotNStock @ Deviantart
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