Shivershade

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SIX - NONE; HEART - NONE; SOUL - HUSH

The way she looks around her as he approaches, skipping right over his figure, tells him that she is looking for someone. He can feel the unsettled emotion in their bond as he draws closer and attributes it their imprinting; did she feel the power in him? Did she mirror they way his body suddenly came alive, nerve endings firing and creating a burning sensation through each appendage and searing through his veins? It has always been Shivershade's way to be, quite simply, too much. Too aggressive, too suave, too rude, too irritable, just simply too large in whatever emotion or feeling possesses him at certain times. One cannot say that Shiv does not go all in when he sets his mind to something for stubbornness is one of his key traits.

It is no wonder then that he is caught up in the blazing of their imprint, his own need to control and subdue sparking within him. After all he is a feral creature and she is not quite small in her stature but much more slender than him. Feminine and different and, most importantly, his. At least part time. It would be a far cry to say that he was delighted by this turn of events in that he did not wish to find himself a mate. He wished to find someone to mate with, a byproduct of all the estrogen cloying the group, and the fates saw fit to put her in his path this day.

The cinnamon wolf turns away from him with her mind occupied elsewhere, searching methodically across the rippling mass of bodies before she spins around. Her look of surprise makes his lips peel upwards in a rakish grin for he enjoys having the upper foot. It wasn't as if he set out to petrify her anyways. That would make it quite hard to cultivate any sort of... relationship that they might weave.

Hush takes a few steps back and he can feel the words on her lips even as she prepares to apologize. As if she was the one blocking him but he enjoys watching her eyes twitch as he enlightens her with his rather masochistic manner. Claiming, affirming, daring.

The charged air between them is quiet for what seems an eternity as they stare at each other. His eyes drink in her own lavender ones before sliding down her muzzle to take in each striation of color and even further down her body in a measuring glance. The moment she says her name a sort of irritation flickers across his face until the word actually follows it; for a brief second he thought she was telling him to hush. Her name was Hush? The name is amusing as he could imagine himself telling Hush to hush and again his lips twitch.

Hush draws herself up as if her size and her defiance can shield him from her. As if Shivershade was not large enough to simply take her if he wanted, drive her away even if she got in a few good wounds to his self. It sparks a fire in his eyes - if she had run, she would have sparked his prey instinct, but she fought and that too, drove him to want to dominate. It would make this all the more sweet, he thinks. "You may call me Shiver, or Shiv, Hush. But I am certain you know who I am," he purrs, taking a step forward to bridge some of the gap she has placed between them, his ears pricked as he gazes down at her and licks his lips.