Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The male and the female headed through the trees side by side, pelt brushing pelt. The familiar feelings of lust and need grew within the male once more as he kept in pace with the femme while also letting her lead the way. She was taking him back to her pack, and it was simple enough to let her lead him. To some, it would sound like this supposed one night stand was turning into something more. She was taking him back to her pack, to her den. But that was not the case. The brute was not the type to settle down, especially not with just any old femme. Macaria was not just any old femme though. She was dark and twisted, exactly how he liked them. Even though this new female was just his type, he still was not interested in anything more than just a physical relationship. Emotions made things messy and complicated, and he wasn’t interested in that. As the pair walked through the trees, he made his wants obvious, knowing that Macaria would understand what it was that he wanted. It would just be up to her whether she wanted it again or not.

The pair entered Abendrot swiftly, and it was no time before they had reached the femme’s den. The brute made quick work of the place to make sure there would be enough room for the two of them, but not too much room. He wanted to stay close to her during their next round. Macaria then made it clear that she was all for what it was that he had been hinting at. With a grin on his features he led them in another round of pleasure, ending with the two panting and sweating in the enclosed den. The darkly colored femme then curled up on the ground, looking up to him with a growl to let him know that she wanted him there. For a moment he was worried that this was becoming more to her than it was to him. Padfoot still only saw her as a femme to gain his pleasure from, and to give her her own. Even though their personalities matched, he still was not interested in more. His worries were put away when she spoke though, and as she did he bent down to wrap his larger form around her, his black pelt and plume meshing into her own. “I expect you to be gone by morning. If we run into each other again, then so be it. But this is nothing long, nothing involved, nothing special. Just so we understand each other.” The male laughed, normally it was he that had to say this to the femmes. And then he had to deal with the tears and the emotions and he had to leave in the night to avoid goodbyes. So he would still leave during the night, but it wouldn’t be because he had to run away from a pining femme. ”Don’t worry dear, you have nothing to worry about there. For all we know, you will never see me again. I’ll just turn into a dream you fantasize about later.” He nipped at her before he laid his head along her nape, closing his lids to get some sleep before he would leave in the darkness.

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The brute’s confused feelings swam through him as he walked through the trees with nothing to distract him. He had been ignoring his feelings again, trying to push them away as he always did. Grey Wind had always acted as if he needed no one but himself. That had become true when he seen his family murdered before him. He needed no one but himself when he had come to Abendrot and pledged his loyalties to Kershov. Even when Kershov had left, he needed no one but himself. But now? Now he felt alone and in need of…something. He was just too stubborn to admit to what that something was. Deep down he knew what that something was, or better what that someone was. Macaria had come into his life by accident and then had stayed there because of force. The alpha still did not know what had come over him then. Kidnapping and torture was something that he never would have done when he was still in his father’s pack. But his father was dead. And his life was very different now. The line between right and wrong had become blurred. And there were other desires that he had that his father would have called evil. But that was what had brought Macaria into his life. Was evil and darkness. But that was what Grey Wind had become in a way.

The male stalked through his territory, anger and frustration on his features. He knew that he loved Macaria, but he couldn’t admit it to himself. Saying it in his head was one step closer to saying it out loud…to her. And that thought was almost as scary as losing her. She was not his, not anymore. But he wanted more than anything for her to be his again. But in a different way. He wanted to be hers as well. A the brute continued his angered walk, a strangers scent caught his attention. He paused, he was not near the borders. Why as there a stranger in his pack, his territory. The male’s yellow orbs focused on his surroundings, a growl escaping his features. The male stalked through the trees now, tracking the scent of this stranger. He did reach the borders eventually, and this was either the spot the male had come in from or left from, he wasn’t sure if he was still here. Grey Wind turned to walk across the borders now, trying to find the scent again. After some time he found the scent again, going into a different direction in the pack. But there was another scent with it, and his vision swam with red rage. Macaria. She had brought some brute, some stranger, into this pack, his pack. Without his permission. She was with another male without his permission. A snarl escaped him as he quickened his pace, following the two scents to Macaria’s den. The scent that left was stronger than the one that went in, so he could only assume that the male had left. He hoped for Macaria’s sake, and this stranger’s sake, that he had. With a harsh snap, Grey Wind barked out for the femme. ”:Macaria!” A part of him knew that he was being irrational because of his feelings. The female had every right to be with another male, but Grey Wind was not thinking clearly right now. He paced outside her den, as he waited for her to come out and to finally face what was long overdue between the two.


That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3