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Feb 22, 2012 21:18:42 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Feb 22, 2012 21:18:42 GMT -5
REINER Midnight descended quickly upon the land as a figure slipped beneath the trees. The form was horribly lanky, a swift beast as it moved, trotting and growling into the night. It was easy to tell that the wolf was a male, his shoulders broad and his scent musky as he made his way along. The only sound in the forest was the soft cooing of a nightingale; the male didn't even flick his ears as it called to him, instead pressing further into the woods, his eyes dark and rimmed with a mix of lust and anger.
For the past week, things had seemingly spiraled out of control. And he'd simply watched. His relationship with Hayashi hadn't improved at all. It was probably caused by his bluntness in front of the new sklavins, but something had held him back from allowing himself to claim any allegiance other than pack relations to the pretty female. She was beautiful, yes. More than that. She was stunning, with her robe of soft beige, the crystal blue eyes, the black claws. Everything about her was flawless. She had her scars but to him they didn't detract. They showed her as she really was. Experienced. A leader.
"Shut up. She's nothing compared to me".
Faster than he could think, she was standing before him, the white and black fur striking in comparison to the dull grey of the surrounding woods. Reiner's breath caught, his eyes locked and flickering. Sicoya's eyes blazed furiously and she bared her teeth, spitting curses at him as she strode forward.
"I can give you anything you want. Just say the words."
Reiner's eyes glazed over as her fur brushed his, the sentences blurring with her scent, her presence. Confused, the male shook his head, trying to ignore the she-wolf's soft coos and pleas. He couldn't give in to the madness tonight. Reiner growled softly as Sicoya's frame circled him, delight trickling through him, paired only with a sinking bitterness. He'd come here to get away from it all, away from her, away from Hayashi. Away from responsibilities.
"I want something you can't give me anymore."
Snarling the words, the maned wolf bolted off into the forest, his blood coursing and his mind reeling. He sprinted through the woods, breathing deeply, the actions processing in slow motion. What had he said to her? She'd been more to him, meant more to him than just that. Immediately the male regretted the words, casting a glance behind him in hopes of seeing her. Maybe he could apologize, snatch the words from the air before they reached her angelic ears.
There was no one behind him. No glittering angel, no ravishing beauty. Nothing. In frustration, Reiner raised his lips to the canopy of leaves above him, howling, bellowing his sorrows. Why did she do this to him? The endless haunting figure, the fake chats they held through the night. Just a few days ago he'd sat outside his den and talked to her for a few hours, staring at the stars as they twinkled their approval. He'd been tired as hell the next day, insisting to Hayashi that he'd eaten something that didn't agree with his stomach. Reiner knew well enough that the Dü'rkell Alpha hadn't really, truly believed him, but she'd let it slip, warning him that he'd better get more sleep in the future. It had been a teasing, flirtatious gesture and again, he'd ignored it, unable to boldly play back.
Shaking his head, Reiner padded further into the forest, letting his mind fall from Hayashi and Sicoya to flutter blankly, considering only his surroundings. The forest was lovely at night, thick and dense as only it could provide. Before him thundered a waterfall and Reiner moved steadily onward; maybe a dip in the water would do him good. He could clear his thoughts, let the small pool relax him. As the male neared the waterfall further, however, a noise sounded behind him. Snap.
Snarling, with claws outstretched, Reiner spun around, gaining a defensive stance as his eyes gazed for the perpetrator. They'd be sorry, startling him like that... Narrowing his grey eyes, the male called angrily into the darkness, a prickle of fear racing up his spine. Sure was darker out here than he remembered.
"Who's there?"
ooc--I'd prefer whoever responds uses a female. I'm looking for a romantic interest for Reiner, someone to spice his life up with. Amuse him.
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Feb 24, 2012 0:09:03 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Feb 24, 2012 0:09:03 GMT -5
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, the sound of running water tickling her ears. She was thirsty, her tongue ran over her chops at the thought of the cool liquid trickling down her throat. The female sighed happily and began to walk, her hips swaying more than usual.
Just as she was about to break through the woods and reach the river, a sorrow filled howl reached her, rattling her to the bone. It was full of such sadness, so much that her mask almost slipped. She shrugged her shoulders as if to pick it up, then looked in the direction of the noise. She could tell that it came from a male wolf, his baritone was recognizable from the distance she was from him. A surly grin slipped on her maw, that was one smile she could turn upside down. She crouched down in the brush, sure that he would pass this way to the falls. She smiled as she waited, her blood thrumming in her ears in anticipation.
The lithe male soon stepped into view and she watched him walk, watched as his shoulders shrugged up and down with each step. He seemed to be determined, on some kind of mission. She crawled forward, her interest peaking when he moved out of few. She wasn't paying attention to where she was stepping, and a twig snapped under her wait. A curse flew out of her mouth as she heard the males growled words. She stood up, tsking her tongue as she walked up to him. "That is no way to speak to a lady, now is it?" she asked, her voice all feminine as she walked past the male to the water, allowing her tail to brush against his side as she passed. Dipping close to the water, she lapped up a few gulps, peaking at the male over her shoulder as she stood. Not another word left her mouth as she found her seat on the packed ground, a crooked smile on her mouth.
She let the silence fall between them, her eyes roaming up and down his body lazily. She was a smaller female, and he was tall with those lanky pillars. His warm rusted coat was similar to her cinnamon one, although the only black she had was dusted across the tip of her tail. After several more heartbeats she finally spoke, her words slow and drawn out. "What brings you hear this evening?" She asked, her brown eyes giving him another one over. She kept her mask up and tight, not allowing a single seam to show. Never again would she let her facade slide, especially not around a male. He would kill her if he knew what she was actually like.
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Apr 7, 2012 11:05:09 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Apr 7, 2012 11:05:09 GMT -5
REINER "That is no way to speak to a lady, now is it?"
Voice soft as velvet, a cinnamon-colored she-wolf materialized with the words, slipping through bracken to brush playfully against Reiner's own pelt. The male shuddered at the touch, his eyes following her in question. He had no answer for her, instead letting his eyes survey her carefully. Was she real? Or was she another hallucination, some tease drawn up by the desperation of Sicoya? Reiner blankly stared at the female as she sauntered across the clearing, reaching down to the pool for a drink. From here he could see the ripples across the water as easily as he could trace the outline of her hips, her every curve. She was flirting, testing him. And yet, although he knew it, Reiner couldn't force himself to look away. She was stunning.
"What brings you here this evening?"
The male blinked softly, entranced with watching her. What could he say that wouldn't sound idiotic? He'd come for a swim, something to take his mind off his dead mate. He'd come to be rid of her presence, her scent, her entirety. There was no good in explaining that. Yet lying to such a female felt wrong. She radiated innocence, and at the same time, flickered something seductively crooked. It was all he could do to stop staring.
How could she be such opposites at once? Her voice was light and airy one moment, dark and artful the next. Reiner held his breath a moment, trying to discern whether the female before him was reality or not. She wasn't the usual bright, vibrant color as Sicoya's image was known to be. Still, she held her own against the pale she-wolf, with those wide, brown eyes flickering in the darkness. Reiner, attempting to gain control over himself and his now compulsive staring, stepped forward a few tail-lengths to stand parallel to the female.
"I came for a swim."
Reiner cautiously padded into the water, ignoring the chill that greeted his belly fur. He stood silent for a few moments, turning over how to proceed further. Should he invite her to join him?
"You're actually considering lowering yourself to her standard? She's practically throwing herself at you."
Sicoya now burned before him, her frame arched in a repulsive, rousing stance. She was obviously put off with him at the moment. Reiner snorted, slowly letting her wispy vision fade into a soft muttering. He was tired of her always dictating his moves, haunting his dreams and existence. The male, turning to look back at the cinnamon colored she-wolf, asked the question simply, praying she would entertain him tonight.
"Care to join me?"
He threw in a wink for good measure, chuckling silently as Sicoya made a quiet side comment.
"Disgusting."
He'd let her have her words with him as long as she didn't visually appear. That way, he could at least pretend that she was actually dead. Her voice could be chalked up to be an instinctive response from how he missed her. How twisted. [/size]
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Jul 13, 2012 12:04:20 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Jul 13, 2012 12:04:20 GMT -5
Othello The female felt the power of her touch as the brute shivered as their pelts mingled. It was a brief, playful thing to do, yet it held so much power with this one. She looked over her shoulder at him under thick lashes, blinking slowly. She knew the power of her body, and she intended to use it. Her mask was set, the dye cast. This facade always seemed to come naturally to her, she didn't slip up as often when playing a lusty charmer. In fact, it was fun. This was one falsehood that she enjoyed the most. Othello could feel his eyes graze over her body, and a delicate shiver rattled her form. He certainly was a looker, all lanky and tall. He was all male, his scent flitting through the air like bugs dancing in the wind. Oh yes, fun indeed was this night going to be.
As she drank, she could still feel his piercing gaze roam her body lazily. She gave her tail a lazy wag, allowing her hips to sway from side to side. As she turned around and spoke once more, she watched the male blink as if awaking from a dream. His gaze on her was intense, and it seemed that he could simply not look away. She tilted her head slightly, her question still out in the open. Oh dear, had she shocked him that much? Blinking quickly she cleared the thoughts from her mind and her eyes. That was no such thing to think. 'Egotistical,' she thought to herself, snorting softly. She could not think of herself that highly. Nothing had even happened yet! She calmed herself down, letting her gaze dance across his body. Mmm, mm! Certainly a handsome fellow.
Finally she got some movement out of the brute. Othello watched carefully as he walked closer to her, just to stand closer to her. Aww, what a gentlemen. The femme gave him a sweet smile, her tail dragging in the soft current of the water. If felt nice to have her tail tip resting in the cool liquid, it cooled down her entire body without her actually having to get in. Then she realized that the male had spoken, telling her he had come for a swim. "A swim? At this hour?," she asked, watching as he waded into the water. Othello laughed softly, snorting at the end of her giggle. "You are quite the brute," she added, smiling that seductive smile once more.
"Care to join me?"
The males words sunk in, as he winked at her. She couldn't help but giggle with glee, standing up and leaping into the water. She gasped as the cold water soaked into her cinnamon fur, plastering it to her side. Tossing her head in the air she let out a joyful laugh, splashing around in the water until she stood closer to the male. "i could never pass up a swim with a male of your stature," she barked softly, that crooked smile on her maw again. Realizing that they had not exchanged names, she walked closer to him until she was inches from his face.
"So, are you the type of guy who likes to keep his identity a secret, or can I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" She asked, her voice sounding almost innocent. Almost. Batting her eyes at the brute she pressed her nose to his, then quickly ducked under the surface and swam a few wolf lengths away. As she surfaced her giggle could be hear bouncing off the waves. She looked at him with round, innocent eyes as if they were playing a game of tag. This was not such a childish game though, for the undercurrent was seduction.
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