Dabbling [Nirco]

[Dakki]

Othello

Panic flitted through the female as she cowered in the forest, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. She had almost lost it, her mask had slid and someone almost saw her true self. She had been caught off guard, the female had startled her and she didn't have time to throw up a mask. When the stranger asked what she was doing, honest and sweet, Othello had snapped her jaws in her face and spat at her, anger making her see red. The poor female ran, terrified, leaving an equally scared wolf behind her. She didn't meant to... she really didn't! The feelings would rush up with no warning, snatching away her body and taking over like a demon inside. This is why she wore her masks, this is why she hid her true self.

The cinnamon hued wolf stood up, placing on the facade that she found the easiest. It was the one that she had worn when she ran into Volaxis, one of a seductive femme. Taking deep breaths she settled herself into character, opening her chocolate brown eyes to view the dark woods around her. She would have to walk around with this character in place, a fear of running into anyone deep in her belly. So she marched through the trees, walking until the trees gave away to small bushes, and the soft forest ground turned evern softer, sucking her paws into the ground. Picking up her dainty paws, she shook off the water, but it was pointless. It seemed like the lands here only got more and more like a bog, nice and marshy.

Othello's pretty little face wrinkled up as the marsh turned her cinnamon fur darker as mud clung to her fur. Ugh, how was she supposed to be all flirty if she was dirty? Mmm, maybe it could actually help. Letting out an airy chuckle, she felt herself relax under the ease of her seductive mask. It was very simple to put this one up, and it began to calm her shattered soul. She was distracted though, and had no idea that she had wandered into claimed land. She was too focused on regaining some sort of sanity that she had missed the boarder marks. She had just simply sauntered right past them.

Looking around for a clean body of water to wash herself in, she finally took in the scent of the area around her. When she picked up the scent of beings, she shrunk a little. Had she wandered too far? Othello did not remember ever coming this way before, for she would certainly remember getting covered in ick. When she spotted a little stream, she let out an uneasy sigh. Well, at least she would be clean when she got in trouble.

Padding over to the clear, cold stream, she slipped her paws in one by one. When the mud washed off her her paws, the stream ran a bit darker around her coat. Shivering slightly, she began to clean and groom herself, humming softly to herself as she did so.

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[smear:cc0066]Muse | High, strangely[/smear:cc0066]
Notes | Although I have high muse, couldn't think of much to type

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It was a lackadaisical trot that carried the Gröavche alpha through his lands. Patrol was a task that the brute was still adapting to and he had, characteristically, left gaps along a far section of his borders. This was something he knew well that he must stop. Over the previous couple of months he had managed to break one bad habit or two and this one would surely be seen to in no time at all. And so it was with lazy movements under the moonless and clouded shroud of night that Nirco sought to remedy this issue.

The territory was littered with mild sinkholes and an abundance of thick mud that never seemed to tire of sucking his paws right down should he take a careless step. However, this seemed less a problem than it formerly had been, as the large brute had grown adept at jumping and maneuvering any suspicious looking earth. Unfortunately for those not familiar with his lands, they'd leave temporary trails that were not easy to miss. It was this that alerted Nirco to the presence of an intruder, followed by their distinct scent.

Pausing, he stared at the array of deep prints that sunk a good foot or so into the thick slush. Nirco was not sure what it was, but the combination in signs of another's presence seemed to cause his entire being to inflate. His tail, which had only just been dormant, rose up which was quickly followed by the dilated pupils of blue eyes and transformation of stride. Where once he had seemed relatively unconcerned with his surroundings, Nirco was suddenly raring to go. But what was it that he was expecting or looking for? A fight? A possible recruitment? He was not even sure if he was upset by the intrusion or not.

With quick and powerful movements he was off through the marshy landscapes, following the path set by the other that cut farther into his lands. It really took no time at all for the male to come upon the stranger that was washing herself in his stream and it was only recently that he had become more possessive of his claim over these lands. Even so, something about the intruder being female offered some form of comfort that there really was no serious threat. Still, he approached with movement that solidified his rule, halting by the water's edge. Finding words was another matter, however, and it took him a good long moment. "You do realize that you are trespassing, don't you?" Said Nirco, tone far from threatening but graced with authority.

[Dakki]

Othello

Viciously scrubbing at her pelt, she worked the mud out of her pretty fur. Stupid muck, it was clinging onto her like nobodies business. Why would it not just slide off with ease? Cause it was stupid, that was why. This land was stupid! No wonder why she had not been this way before, it was all... icky. Her song ended as she padded further into the stream, letting the cold water lap against her belly. She wasn't a very large female, so the muck had settled on her stomach as well. She shivered when the cold water soaking into her cinnamon pelt. Huffing, she wiggled herself to and fro to get that muck off of her. Taking her fore paw and dipping slightly further into the water, she was able to toss more water at her belly in a quicker succession, knocking off the dirty and grime that settled there.

When she finally felt like she was clean enough, she turned around and surveyed the land around her. She needed to find hard pact earth, because there was no way that she was going to get out of the water only to step in more marshy yuckness. That is when she saw him. He was very handsome, his dark pelt making him very hard to spot. He blended in with his surroundings, his piercing eyes the only thing standing out. She felt like gaping at him, but that would not be a very pretty sight. So, standing in the water, she watched him pick his way towards her, following her series of sink holes that she had created. Good thing she had her flirtation mask set firm, otherwise she would have slipped. Who knows what she would have done to this male approaching her.

When he stood on the bank in front of her, she straightened herself in the stream, bending around slightly to see that his tail was raised and his head was held high. Oh no... She was on someones land, wasn't she. His spoken words solidified her thoughts, and she hung her head shamefully. "No sir, I am very sorry. I must of passed your markers and did not pay attention to them." Her voice was silky smooth, flowing much like the stream she was standing in. All milk and honey. Lifting her cranium, her chocolate eyes took him in. He pretty much towered over her, and it didn't help that she was standing in a lower river and he up on the bank. She literally had to lift her head higher than was normal. Tilting her head to the side, her wide eyes roamed his face. "So, big Alpha man, may I come out of the river?" She asked. He seemed to be standing on solid ground, something that she craved right now.

Shivering delicately, her lithe frame shuddered as a chill passed through her thick coat. She had been standing in the chilled water for quite some time now and it was started to get to her. She craved to be standing beside the male, she could practically feel his heat hit her like a tidal wave. Her eyes were almost begging, which scared her. No, no no. The mask was slipping. She was becoming her needy self again, begging for company. No! This was not happening. Looking away from the brute and at her own distorted reflection in the water, she knew that she had to knock this off. But her mask had already fallen away, tears threatening to spill. So she knew what she had to do.

Othello knocked her hind leg down first, making it appear as if it had buckled from under her. As if in slow motion her body fell towards the cool liquid, nose entering the stream first. Hind legs sliding out from behind her, her whole bodice splashed into the water. When she broke her head across the surface, she gasped for air, choking slightly as she inhaled some icy water. Scrabbling for a hold wasn't too hard as the stream wasn't too hard, as it wasn't too deep. But she didn't want to stand up. Othello was beginning to panic, more afraid of showing her true self than drowning. If she had to die in a shallow stream, so be it. There was no way that she wad going to let her inner self out, no way. Not to this handsome alpha. Nope. Sweet death it was then. Going under again, this time she actually couldn't find purchase. Her legs had been underwater for so long that they had gone numb, making hard for her to set them. Now she was starting to really panic. Her legs were straight out, making her look like a hairy starfish. Finally, she stood up straight, gasping for air as she stood above the water line, her whole body shaking. Her thick cinnamon fur was pasted to her side, her long fluffy tail looking like a wet mop. 'Way to make a good impression...' She thought violently, having to bite her lip to stop her growl from coming forth. Now, sopping wet and no mask on her face, she only let herself feel cold. Maybe when the male spoke could she slide her mask on once more. Welcome to the masquerade...

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Music | Pontoon - Little Big Town
Muse | High[/color]
Notes | Whoo, drama.[/size]

[Ὀδύσσεια♐]

The she-wolf's apologies sounded sincere enough, though Nirco found he wasn't too aggravated by her intrusion onto his lands. If anything, he was glad to see the face of another after spending much of the last several days in seclusion. It seemed as if this new rank was slowly but surely turning him into a more social creature. However, there were still plenty of bumps along this road to mingling with his own kind again, as was evident by the fact he merely stood on the banks of the stream for a long moment, observing the strange female.

Big alpha man? Thought Nirco with bounding curiosity, a bemused look overcoming his features. Was this her attempt at flirting? One would think that after spending so much time with a certain Chalandra, Nirco would be adept at sniffing out the flirts. As it was, he was left mildly puzzled and mending a stabbed heart as his mind momentarily strayed to the other she-wolf that had abandoned him. Was he really so incompetent?

About to speak and assure her that he was not going to keep her prisoner in the ice-cold waters of the stream, Nirco's voice was cut short before he could make a sound. He watched with alarm as she sunk below the surface, squirming to catch hold of the mucky riverbed. It took him a moment to get his bearings from this turn of events and jump to action, though he was swiftly by her side once he had.

It was with a great splash that he leapt into the creek, it's waters shallow to his over-sized frame. Rescue was the first thing on his mind, but the stranger had saved herself before he could do much of anything. Sopping wet and probably freezing, he looked upon cinnamon-hued she-wolf next to him, wondering what the hell had just happened. And yet Nirco didn't ask. Instead he waded back towards the shore, turning to look at her once again when reaching ground. "You look cold. Come with me. You can borrow the dens for the night," he offered before turning and ambling off, silently hoping the curious wolf would follow.

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[Dakki]

Othello

The dame was beginning to fall further and further into her panic like state, although she fought to keep it off of her face. She couldn't let him see her like this, she couldn't let anyone see her! No! Not her true self. That beast needed to be locked away, hidden behind all the persona's that she worked so very hard on. But he had caught her off guard, she had no time to slip one of those masks on. So while he looked at her, she tried to pass off her panic in the shivers that flowed through her bodice. With each shake of her body, she let a bit of that emotion slick off with it. Slowly, yet surly she was empty. Nothing. No feelings, just an empty vessel. Now, it was much easier for her to hide herself. She dug for the quickest thing, anything to cover up fast. As she was a female, and he was a male, the flirt was the first thing that her mind grabbed on to. So she took it and ran with it. Well, metaphorically. She was still very wet and very cold.

When she looked up at the alpha, he did not seem to be offended by her being there. A small part of her was delighted, but most of her wondered why. When most wolves found a female washing themselves in their river, they would probably have her head. Not him though, not this large brute. He made no move to help her, and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. She needed help, she did. There was no way she was just going to lift herself up beside him. What if he looked all nicey nice and then shoved her back into the water? No thank you. So she waited, her cinnamon pelt clinging to her visible ribs. She was quite the skinny girl. Usually her thick coat hid this fact, but that's the thing about water... it kinda shows everything. Shuddering once more as the cold seeped into her bones, she bit that pouted lip to stop herself from whining. Othello was not going to beg to be pulled from that water.

When she just about face palmed for calling him 'big alpha man', she was glad that he seemed to be rather amused with her. Good, at least something was working. It was very hard to focus on keeping up her act when she was getting colder and colder. She knew that she was failing as a flirt, but oh well. At least she said something. He must be the cool silent type, for he had said nothing after accusing her of trespassing. That is when she felt herself begging to be let out, when his eyes glazed. He was clearly no longer seeing her, and she was getting desperate. That is when she fell in.

A loud splash could be heard as she fought for a grip in the water. But by the time he had leaped into action, she had found enough grip to rip herself from out of the waters icy grasp. Well, if she didn't make an impression before, she sure had now. Blinking her eyes at the darker coloured brute, she offered a sheepish smile. If he didn't think her crazy before... Othello probably just changed his mind. When he made his way towards dry land, she followed behind him slowly, looking down and watching where she placed her paws. She didn't want to fall in again, no thank you. When he turned to look at her, she froze, one leg above the water line as she was about to plop it back in. So numb. When he said that she looked cold, the dame almost rolled her eyes. Of course she was cold. But no, she needed to be nice, remember? Flirty! No true self. It was rather hard to do that right now though, to act. So she just nodded her head, attempting to scramble up onto dry land. When all four paws touched solid ground, she could have bent over and kissed the earth. It was nice to not be in the water, although she could almost still feel the water running past her legs. Making sure she walked a good few paces away from the brute, she shook her coat to rid herself of the pesky water. Her thick fur now stood on end, making her look like a large puff ball. Great... Othello was really rocking this whole first impression thing. Licking her chest and flank in frustration, a few hairs still stood on end. Gah! Stupid coat...

She gave up on fixing herself up and just looked at the brute with tired eyes. He was wandering off, probably towards the dens. She craved to lay down right now, to curl up against the warmth of this large one. So, without much thought, she followed slowly behind him. Making sure to follow his every step so that she wouldn't get all mucky again, the silence ebbed between them. After a few beats of it, she could take it no longer. "I am Othello, by the way." she offered, the sound of her own voice startling her. It was so shaky, so broken. Was she failing at her masks? She paused and shook herself again. Othello could not allow this! He would not find out that she was crazy. So she fought for some kind of alter-ego, but her tired and cold mind could not grasp at one. Sighing inwardly, she gave up for now. She could be empty, right? Sound a little scared. Sure, why not? She was headed for a strange place with a strange wolf, in an area she knew nothing about. She wasn't sure if she was going to regret wandering into this beasts land, at least not yet. Hopefully he wouldn't pick up on her wavering voice, and on the different styles of her actions. Maybe she could just chalk it up to being cold. Cold and scared. Sounded good enough to this dame.

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Notes | Apparently I like to ramble. A lot. xD[/size]

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The thickest of fogs rolled in around them on their slow journey. In the darkness it would have been easy to become lost for those who did not know the way. Nirco had quickly grown used to the ever-present haze and tread on with sure paws. He retraced his previous steps at a much more leisurely place than previous. This she-wolf hardly seemed a threat to him or his lands and he was, surprisingly, content with her silent company. If anything, it was almost welcomed. For years he had been anxious and uncertain and, on more occasions than he cared to recall, downright unpleasant in the presence of others. The male had not completely changed, of course. Socialization was still a difficult task for him and sometimes he still wanted to snarl and growl and chase others away at the slightest irritation.

"I am Othello, by the way," said the she-wolf after some time of walking. He paused momentarily to look back at her. The broken waver in her words was not difficult to miss and Nirco, despite all his own troubles and tribulations, found himself concerned. Had he done something? Should he have asked her name and introduced himself first? Is that how others would have normally done it? "Nirco," he offered in return before moving forward again. He itched to say more, but was not at all sure as to what would make a more suitable introduction.

It was only a minute or two later that the dens appeared from the fog. They were on a large spit of raised dirt and flat rock underfoot, the gradual slope down to the now distant muck enough to keep the majority of moisture at bay. At the top of the slope was a felled tree that must have been an impressive sight in its previous days. Now, however, it was old, moss-laden and the length of the trunk served as part of the roof over the dens that swept just below.

He sent a glance towards Othello that even he did not know the meaning of. Perhaps she had entirely missed it. Nirco liked his space, but perhaps closeness was not as terrifying as he once thought it, especially in this weather. Even so, he found himself picking his mind for any excuse to justify an urge to have someone near. It's cold. It's only normal to want warmth, the male attempted to convince himself, besides, nothing will happen. There was an unwelcome desire lingering that suggested maybe he wanted something to happen. He was furious that his mind was treading such a path. Was this more doing of Chalandra's abandonment? "Make yourself at home," was all he said before slipping into the darkness of a den.

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[Dakki]

Othello

The female followed the brute's footsteps, not wanting to sink into the sticky, icky earth again. But when the fog rolled in and even then she couldn't see, Othello began to step in Nirco's very pawsteps. She picked up the pace to be closer to him, her chocolate eyes cast on the ground as she stepped right where he did. If there were any spectators, it would look rather silly. His paces were larger than hers, she had to hop a little to match his strides. It looked like a pup following their father. But the silence was nice, comforting even as her body shook from the cold. The thick fog was not helping her chilled pelt, her whole form shaking as she tried to warm up.

She had been watching where the brute was walking, so when he stopped she bumped right into his rump. Blinking and backing up, she smiled bashfully. [smear:cc0066]"Sorry..."[/smear:cc0066] She muttered, mostly embarrassed at it. She had been so focused on following his exact steps that she didn't even notice him stop. But then he said his name, calming her somewhat frayed nerves. Man was she losing it... [smear:cc0066]"Pleasure to meet you Nirco."[/smear:cc0066] He looked concern for her, so she tried to keep up her facade of her being fine. She was strong! No, she wasn't. She was weak. She was falling apart. She was losing the masks she worked so hard to keep up. But they just kept staying right out of her reach, small cracks of herself showing. She needed to patch herself up, no one could see her for who she really was. Not him. Not this Nirco. He was a strong Alpha, and a wolf who was probably very genuine. He did not deserve to have to deal with a petty thing like her. Othello was damaged goods, and this one deserved much more than her.

She was thankful when he moved on, and in fear of getting lost in the fog she continued after him. With his back to her once more, the dame tried to focus on pulling up her crumbling mask. The dens came into view too soon, she didn't have time. So instead Othello focused on being cold, just let her wet fur make her feel numb. There. Good enough. Anything was better than her true self, anything. Almost bumping into Nirco again when she stopped, she backed up again and allowed some space between them. His warmth was too relaxing, it put her in too much ease. Strange, how she was pushing away from things she wanted. It was easier to be freezing and distant than to be warm and friendly, she would unwind more.

When the dark brute tossed her a look that she didn't know how to interpenetrate, she shuffled on her paws. Was she not wanted here? Othello could tell by the strong scent of him here that he spent much time here. Was she intruding? He was the one who led her here, which is why she was so confused. Man, what a mix of emotions she was. Stupid, stupid girl. He then told her to make himself at home, which didn't help her put a name to that look. This brute seemed to be as lost as she was. Oh goodie! Maybe they could be lost together.

Looking around, the female could tell that there were not many wolves who called these mucky lands their home. Home... it had been so long since Othello had had one. When he offered for her to make herself at home, was he offering for her to join his ranks? Because she couldn't do pack life. She had been a sklavin before she ran, being in the company of the same wolves for too long made them suspicious. They could tell that she was changing herself, and it bothered some. They wanted to find out who they really were, why she was hiding what she was hiding. But there was something different about this male, something dangerous to her. He made her guard come down, made it hard for her to hide behind those masks.

When he slipped into a den, she stood in the middle of the camp, unsure of what to do. She could slip away now and he wouldn't know better. He wouldn't even notice. But for whatever reason, she wanted to stay. It was almost... interesting how she could not hide herself around him. Even though it scared Othello, it also intrigued her. So against her better judgement, she followed the brute into the dark den. Standing in the hollow, she needed to blink several times to let her eyes adjust. When she saw Nirco, a small, timid smile parted her lips. [smear:cc0066]"Mind if I join you?"[/smear:cc0066] She asked, her voice still quivering. The cinnamon wolf was still shaking, her whole body wet and cold still. The heat that was ebbing off of him was very tantalizing, she wanted more than anything to just snuggle up beside him and steal some of that heat. Slowly making her way over to him, she settled on the hard packed earth a few feet away from him. Shaking still, she began to lap at her fur and tried to draw more water off of her pelt. She was close enough to him that his heat just washed over her body in gentle waves. Not close enough. As Othello's jaws began to clatter she scooted a bit closer. Only a bit though.

The silence between them was thick, yet not heavy. It was strange, and Othello could not put her paw on it. What was is about him that comforted her and scared her at the same time? She felt more like her self than she had in years, which was terrifying. Would he actually tempt her to show her true self? No. Never. She would not become a needy, whiny bitch. No more of that. No switching emotions with every blink, no mad to sad to happy. She couldn't do that anymore... It would for sure send him running to the hills.

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[smear:cc0066]Muse | High[/smear:cc0066]
Notes | Gosh... I don't know why my posts are so long.

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Nirco would not have been shocked if she never followed him into the darkness of that den. Heck, he may have not given it more than a second thought. Or at least he liked to tell himself so. She was a stranger in these lands and hesitation to join him could only be considered natural. He could have easily been the big bad brute mothers warned their pups about to anyone that did not know him.

Upon seeing her shape appear in the darkness, he lifted his head from where it rested upon his large paws. The she-wolf placed herself a small yet agonizing distance from him, and Nirco was suddenly struck by déjà vu. His mind spun back to the night he had denned with Chalandra - the last night he had ever seen her. Just like always, he had not accepted her advances. And, consequently, she had left him in the dust like nothing more than a worthless scrap. Nirco did not enjoy being worthless. He wanted this she-wolf to think something of him. "I don't mind at all."

After all the years he had spent alone and in silence, he could not take it that night. Nirco had, albiet hesitantly, edged closer to the female in his den. His den. He liked the thought of that, just as he liked the thought of his lands. He wondered what others must think of him as an alpha. Were they impressed? Disappointed? Did they not care at all? "Tell me, Othello, what brings you to these swamps?" It was a question born of mere curiosity, though his voice was thick and full of... something. Was it desperation? Pure lust? Even Nirco was not sure what he sounded like.

The male had hardly realized he'd moved so close until he was already laying right beside her, his coat brushing her own. It was the closest he had been to another since Cha had left, though not close enough. He was terrified, though - terrified that she might get up and move away.

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[Dakki]

Y O U T R I C K Y O U R L O V E R S T H A T Y O U ' R E W I C K E D A N D D I V I N E
you may be sinner but your innocence is mine
P L E A S E M E S H O W M E H O W I T ' S D O N E T E A S E M E Y O U A R E T H E O N E

She watched him carefully as he lifted his head in the darkness, his body a mere silhouette in the dimly lit den. Her chocolate eyes squinted to try and pick up more of his form, but his nearly black coat made it very difficult to spot. She settled herself beside him and looked longingly at his side, her true self coming out more and more. What was it about him that made her so vulnerable? Why were her masks cracking before her very eyes, shattering to tiny pieces? He was glad that he didn't mind her being close to him, she was craving his warmth. For the first time she was tempted to crawl even closer to him, to lose herself in his fur and take in his scent fully. She wanted to stay here with him, even though pack life was not for her. But... the thought of leaving Nirco's side was an even deeper cut. Was she really tempting the thought of joining him? Blinking slowly in the darkness, she let her confusion wash over her at the silence spread between the two of them.

When his heat came closer to her side, her eyes widened. Was he moving closer to her? Now she was even more confused. Gazing at the gap getting smaller and smaller between them, her breath hitching in her throat. Then he spoke, his vocals so raw and so very full of mixed feelings. It was matching hers completely, as if their emotions were gazing in a mirror. Could it be that they truly had the same feelings towards one another? Or, were they simply using each other to fulfill thinks that lay much deeper within themselves? No matter what it was, Othello found that she was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of him. Lust in its true form stirred within her belly, that base craving oh so close. But he had asked her a question, and she should probably answer him instead of gazing at him like a prude. Swamps, right. "Ah, right. Well I was just wandering these lands, and I didn't mean to happen across your land. But... now that I am here I am tempted to ask for your permission to join your ranks." She almost gagged on the words, the last time she was in a pack she was ridiculed and teased out of it. Swallowing hard, she searched Nirco's face. Would he let her join, or would this be a disaster on its own?

The brute was moving closer yet, her cinnamon coat mingling with his dark brown one. Once again her breath felt like it was stuck in her throat, and she felt herself leaning even closer to him. She felt as if she was watching from above as she buried her nose into his shoulder, drawing his heady scent into her nostrils. He smelt of pine and marsh, a cologne of his own sort. She couldn't imagine pulling back from him, she wanted to be closer. Moving her body so that she was flush against his, she scooted her head under his chin and on top of his paws, whining softly when she could not get any closer to him. She was becoming her needy self, and she almost didn't care. She wanted to be cared for, to be groomed and for Nirco to tell her she was beautiful. "Can I stay with you tonight?" she asked softly, nibbling his leg gently as her tail curled over his backside. Othello wanted more than just tonight, she wanted this forever. But if she said that out loud, she feared that he would spring up and race away from her. Nuzzling Nirco's chest, she sighed softly as she found comfort in his warmth. Her coat was still damp, but she felt herself drying off from being so close to him. But why did she feel like she needed something more? She wanted to be with him, to stay with him. Oh goodness... this was her true self. A needy bitch who was clinging to the Alpha of Gröavche.

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