Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 65.29.75.36
Posted on February 6, 2019 at 05:15:26 AM by Macaria
Macaria
__________________________________________ Never before had their relationship been tested like this - where it was Grey Wind doubting her... her sanity, her reason. Yes, they had gone through quite a few trials and tribulations of their own, especially pertaining to Macaria’s innumerable polyamorous affairs. They had always been able to settle things, either by talking it out or by screwing it out, but this? Where her mate had thrown her into a general group, had blamed her for the death of their daughter simply because It was a vampire who have killed Missandei, all because Macaria was also a vampire? That was like blaming any individual wolf who ever existed for killing another wolf, because all wolves were the same. But apparently, Grey Wind did not see it like that, and so he had banished her from their den, had essentially thrown her out of the life that she had grown accustomed to. Where was the trust? Where was the trust in their relationship? He had trusted her enough to believe her when she promised to stick to their rules, the ones that they had set up, the guidelines pertaining to her extramarital affairs. But this? In this, their time of grief, where they should be pulling together, supporting each other, mourning together, her mate had pushed her away and made her feel like an outcast. And the pain of it all was too much for her to bear. It did not matter to him that she was hurting perhaps even more than he was considering that it was her own friend who had killed her daughter. It didn’t matter to him that her track record was spotless and flawless, that she had never slipped up, not even once. Instead she was being blamed for something that was not her fault, that had been out of her paws completely. And it made her angry and sad, hateful and spiteful, enraged… And hungry. Seeing as she was a vampire, her hunger was the pinnacle of her existence - both her hunger for blood and for intimacy. All of that was compounded into even more of a driving source considering that she had been a cannibal before her transformation into one of the Dreor Stragga. And the only way she could think of to deal with it all now was to have some sort of release, be it an all out buffet on someone’s jugular, or else an endless string of orgasms to calm her. Obviously, she could not turn to her mate for either of these two options seeing as he was currently not talking to her. And so she set off, tracking down anyone, not giving a care in the world if they were willing or not. At some point along the way, she had paused long enough to catch a fish out of the ocean, along with grabbing from her own personal garden a sprig of poppy - it had been a long time since she had gotten high, and she relished the feeling that it would bring to her, even if it was just a few moments of comfort. But while by the shore, she had come upon a scent that she vaguely recognized - many moons ago Macaria had come across this beautiful female straggler during the daytime, but never had had a chance to speak with her. What were the odds… What were the odds that she was still near here? Macaria eased into a trot, but then she hastened into a gallop across the deep salts of the shore, recklessly jumping across boulders and scrambling up the cliff face to head toward the forest, the bright moon lighting her way. And all the while, her eyes glowed a thirsty crimson as the need to feed pulsated through her very core. Without thinking, she leapt into the woods, the sudden darkness doing nothing to slow her for she could see in the dark with ease. But what did slow her was the need to track the ancient trail that was severely deteriorated. Without letting go of either the fish nor the sprig of poppy, both held in her tightened jowls, she lowered her nares to the earth and tried to smell past it, all the while looking for signs of recent passage. There was a hint here, a broken twig there, but nothing that drew her in the general direction, and so for a few hours she wandered, until at the very apex of the night, when the moon was directly overhead of her, she found something of a little more substance. With a smile, which was more like a wicked grin, she leapt after it, following it through twisted vines, rotting wood, through deer paths and over streams that bubbled until it last she settled upon this - a sleeping wolf, strangely mutated to be that similar to Athene. Like the antlered queen, the stranger had a crown of antlers gracing her skull. Quietly, Macaria gobbled down half of the sprig before rubbing the other half over the fish, flavoring it. She hurled the twig to the side, hiding the evidence, before picking up the fish once more and nearing the sleeping varg. Tenderly, Macaria laid the fish at the paws of the stranger, knowing that both the sound and the smell would wake her quickly. But Macaria did not retreat, instead she lowered her rump to the earth and curled her tail around her paws, waiting as patiently as she could while her thirst urged her to drink this wolf dry until there is not a simple drop of blood flowing through her veins… __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Uyaraut Adlartok||Vampiress||Grey Wind|| |
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