The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.
All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.
Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?
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Posted on July 14, 2015 at 00:22:52 AM by Enigma
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Those words, that question was meant to be his trigger. Just as I love to do, I love to watch him come undone just as much and that's just what I want from this reunion. I want him, all of him. His body lowers to mine and I moan into his fur, raking my fangs along his skin as he presses into me. I would never tell me to stop, never use a safe word. Those are for the weak and I could never get close enough to him. He touches my jugular, embracing it like a long lost lover and I arch my neck upward into his welcoming jaws, wanting more, needing it. As he moves against me, I moan harder, my back arching up now. I don't care ifanyone can hear us. I don't care if we wake the whole pack. I just know that I've never needed anything more than I need him now. I can barely feel his teeth in my flesh, pressing but not puncturing. Oh no, that just won't do. I growl slightly and jerk myself, strike my skin against his teeth until I feel the sharp sting of his teeth piercing. Now the growl becomes a snarl but one of pleasure, demanding him more than anything now. I feel like I'll break apart if he doesn't. As he steps back, I follow him like a rocket, lunging toward him wiht a snap of my jaws but not to drive him away. Oh no, disapproval only that he moved away flashes in my eyes, the sharp daring of him to take me as I know he wants to moving my intense gaze into his own. Even as he splashes me, I tremble because my skin is so overly sensitive right now, so NEEDY. As he runs, I bark and take chase like a rabid dog after a hare. My ears flatten to my skull and I look for all the world like I'm bent on destruction, on the kill, but nothing could be futher from my thoughts. I could no more kill Marx than stop breathing willingly. I can see the tree he is running to, my brows only furrowing a bit in curiosity of his tactics. As he runs inside, I dart in without a second thought, bent only on catching him. As he turns, I coil my back legs and spring forward, putting my whole weight into him and knowing where I'll end up either way. I wouldn't fight to be on top, not with him. Only with him will I surrender to be on bottom, because I love it oh so much when he's on top. As my stomach hits the dirt with a thud, I only grunt once, my body already arching up into him, wanting to be as close as possible. I moan again as his muzzle moves across my spine, my body trembling in surrender. "Then stop talking." The words sound sharp but only because my body is aching, demanding release from this torment he has put me through. I could care less what comes of this. I have always had a dull ache in my chest to try again, to have a family again but this time would be different. This is not the tundra and I wouldn't have to leave my children to meet their death in the cold. I could care for them here and protect them ruthlessly just as I know Marx would. And yet nothing matters in this moment as our bodies becomes one, only my mind merging with his, my body driving into his, wanting more, needing more. Only him. As it always will be. |
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