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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A Wolf in Sheep's Skin
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Posted on February 11, 2016 at 11:43:55 PM by Draven

Draven

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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The fae winced against him, but did not complain, did not scream. And when she spoke after he demanded to know what she wanted done, she instead opened the floodgate of possibilities. 'Anything master, I am yours, to do as you please. How could any she-wolf dislike this touch.' Draven ceased to drag her, withdrawing his claws from her flank. His pools watch as blood began to freely flow from the puncture wounds, and he bent his head, licking the wound, drinking her blood as a vampire would. It was sweet and thick, staining his maw though it was nearly impossible to see against his black pelt. "It seems you are one of the only... sane femmes, my love." With her still on her side, he moved behind her to start dragging his claws up her back, hoping to scratching the surface enough to break the skin, leaving railroad tracks there. And if she allowed that, he would lunge down and try to clasp her neck in his maw, holding her like that and pulling upward. With a single sharp pull of his maw, a single jerk, he could end her life... But if she did not complain, he would instead release her and move to her flank, trying to sharply drag on it there instead to pull her to her feet. "Now, dear, I want you to scream."

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Solitary Slave Ω Azura Ω







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