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After Osprey had turned him away near the Sentinels, Charon had ran all the way home. He arrived, panting and weary, feeling torn in all sorts of directions. Emotions tugged him all sort of different ways, and he did not know which of his emotions were most prevalent. Or maybe he just preferred not to see it. Her scent was still fresh in his nose, or so it felt, and he wasn't sure whether to feel rejected as potential lover or as a son by Osprey turning him down. He had gone there feeling like the owner of the world after killing Nishu and easily getting away with it. He still felt just in his actions, though — he had carried the burden and done the hardest task. He had felt so powerful, and she had made him crash down so fast.
Fury was very prevalent in his mind, and so was the sadness — but as always, the sadness was pushed away to make place for yet more anger — and above it all, the lust that still stirred in his nostrils. After passing Moonspear's borders, Charon picked up
@Amekaze 's most recent scent trail and followed it, his tail lifted above his back and his hackles raised, all riled up and ready to burst. He hoped that no other pack members would stand in his way, because he would tear them down if he had to; he wanted only to see his Queen, and were anyone else to approach him, he would make that very clear by instantly chasing them off.
She loitered in the elevations just above the borders, feeling vaguely uncomfortable about not finding a good scent trail of Jace's and considering what to do with information like that. It didn't help that in the days prior, she herself had been a little scarce upon the borderlands, citing personal reasons for it too. But, she'd worked to rectify that now and eased back into her routines steadily. For now, she tracked for something noteworthy.
Before she could find anything good to latch her focus onto and effectively distract her from the unknowns, her ears quivered to the sounds of an approach.
Charon. She turned herself towards him with a low chuff and sway of her lifted tail, although he was still a good ways off still. Ame only moved towards him by few slow lengths and mostly let him close the distance when she noticed the momentum of what appeared as purpose driving his steps. The more of him she saw, the more she realized the unknown intensity that rode in on him as well. She regarded him with a curiously sharp look and sly smirk withstanding because not all questions could even be said.
It seemed that lady luck was truly sitting on his shoulder, for it didn't take Charon long to locatie his queen. He followed the borders, but mostly he followed Ame's scent. She was perhaps not in heat, but his mind had been stirred enough by his pervious encounter and all the raw emotion that he had experienced only further fueled his determination. She chuffed to announce presence, and Charon saw it as an invitation as he closed the gaps between them with the same powerful stride as before.
Wordlessly he reached her, noticing the questioning look in her eyes. To answer her silent questions he answered equally silent, with actions rather than words. Charon started to wash the side of Ame's face, not before long turning to nibble the soft fur behind her ears; his favourite spot of Ame.
Purposeful steps brought him right to her, just as she knew it would, and she continued to wave her tail slowly. She could smell neutral turf on him, presumably somewhat recent, and he didn't leave her long to ponder it -- soon enough, he was grooming her face and then behind her head. In response, Ame crooned softly, splayed her ears, and leaned her neck into the gesture for more. She showed the tips of her canines in a contented wolfgrin too.
And while she isn't complaining about the treatment (in fact, the opposite, since she finds certain sort of satisfaction when he's bold with her), she still doesn't know what exactly had inspired it. He'd seemed like maybe he was looking for her, not just happening to stumble upon her. Nevertheless, Charon hasn't been all too far from her thoughts lately, not since Nishu's death and his role in it, and she wondered if there was any internal backlash following it all. Yet, he seemed.. wholly uninhibited by anything like that here and now.
Her reaction was clearly positive and it encouraged him further. Charon felt so many things and yet he allowed himself to be driven solely on instinct now. She leaned into him and a pleased growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
Charon reached further, placing nibbles along the side of her neck. His posture remained dominant and tall, bold, as he made his way towards her shoulders and reached out a paw to place on her back.
His growl behind her ears sent sparks spreading down her nape, and her hackles quiver upward after in response. She shifted somewhat as his touches curved down her neck and rounded her back when his paw draped over it. They've been here before, so it isn't from that alone that she's feeling remarkably warm yet still like shivering.
She lets it be for a breath but slides from underneath it in the next to curve back onto him for an attempt at a nip then lick on the cheek. There, she lingers in close, suspecting he may make an immediate bid for above her again if she stayed too still so she moves against Charon -- first nipping behind his ribs then on the haunch before pulling away, tail up and with a bold saunter to arc around him.
For a moment it looked like she would accept his advances, but just as Charon made for her scruff, she slid from underneath him and darted away, turning around. Ame landed a lick on Charon's cheek and he emitted another growl. He did not feel like playing games, but it seemed that his queen had other plans.
Just as he was about to approach again Ame turned away from him, arcing around him. Every touch along his side sent shivers down his spine and butterflies to his stomach. Charon approached again, noting her lifted tail. He chuffed, low and commanding, and tried to approach head on from her left side to press his nose into her neck, from where he would follow her spine down to her tail if she would allow it.
She doesn't intend for any of it to read as denial, but intimacy of any shade (beyond the heat of combat) it is a closely guarded secret of hers. Her tail flicks when he growls at her choice and she watches keenly from the corner of her eyes. She wanted him to prove he'd still pursue even if she pulled away and teased, because she is curious of how much effort he may expend on it when she's not exactly in season, or necessarily anywhere nearby it.
While it is their right alone to breed freely, and more secure for the strength of the pack that they do it among themselves, she knows it isn't the time for that. Instinct isn't begging for it in that way.
She was tangled up with a strange yearning of her own, though, one that his boldness had inspired more than once. It was this that kept her curving back for more despite how unfamiliar to her it seemed. So when he returned to her head on, she leaned her neck against his reach with a low, throaty growl of her own. The rest of her followed and she focused on dragging her muzzle (with hints of teeth now and then) down his flank while simultaneously letting him at the length of her broad side.
Before instinct had always kept Charon from wanting for more, knowing it to be not their time yet. But now with his nostrils filled with the scent of a female in heat it was easy to mix things up and it was instinct that drove him to pursue her, even if it had been triggered by someone other than Ame.
She moved along his flank and he along hers, occasionally placing a nibble. Charon sniffed at the base of her tail when he reached it, though it provided no extra yearning or drive to his instinctual desire. His posture remained pompous and his intentions were clear when he once more placed a paw sidelong at the end of her back in silent question for approval.
After not letting many of her nips loiter for long, she snips gently at the edge of his thigh before it's out of her reach and angles her head just enough to watch him with a little more than only her periphery. He makes good on what she'd sensed his goal to be and for right now, she stays and holds back the mischievous urge to keep sliding away in favor of the heavy tension pooling rapidly in her gut. It draws her focus, and has her interested in finding out what all it may entail should she indulge.
She hopes that he knows the value of what he's asking for with a new paw up by her back, because even where he stands, he's come much farther than any other male she's known -- and she's allowed it this time. Amekaze bumps her hips against him lightly and slowly lashes her tail, despite his very near proximity to the motion.
Instead of slipping away from him again, Ame stayed in place this time when he put his paw daringly on top of her back again. Following his instincts, Charon took the bump of her hips as a sign to proceed and he wasted no time mounting and reaching forward to grab her scruff between his teeth.
She growled, low and deep, and flared her hackles beneath these touches. Teeth on her scruff served as a welcome distraction, especially since there was an initial vague unease coming from being mounted. She reasoned it stemmed from her not usually being one to belong on the bottom of.. well, most things and her lips curled back because of it. But with a little shifting, namely rounding out her back and arcing a raised neck towards his grasp, she adjusted enough of her weight (and some of his) to help ease her. Now that she's more comfortable, she finds a new greedy impatience taking over quickly -- the next move is his.
As he mounted, she shifted around until comfortable while his teeth tightly held onto her scruff. He let go for a moment to readjust himself and then he grabbed her again and started to thrust. The first couple were misses, showing his inexperience at the job, but after a while he finally hit the right spot and his thrusting intensified.
He did not remember ever feeling this intense in his life, and he liked it. Soft growls were breathed into the skin along her neck while he thrusted and inhaled her scent, feeling content again, all the earlier unrest washing away.
From here on, she's just as inexperienced. She can pass no earnest judgements towards a few misses when she's far more concerned with the anticipation of what's to follow anyway. Even if it is not something she knows of herself, she is curiously yearning for more with his breath hot on her neck.
All of which falls away to forgotten as soon as two meld to one finally in this encompassing and mysterious aspect of life. Naturally she tenses against him in the beginning and snarls promptly. It's unfamiliar and intensely personal on this new level she'd never come close to before, so it takes her a few beats out of the rhythm to catch on. Yet as she often is, she's inspired by his intensity and swayed by his motions. Soon enough, she's settled to panting growls, all while engrossed in the tempest of sensations as she leans into his grip.
Though inexperienced, Charon knew exactly what to do, guided by his instincts. He breathed roughly into Ame's nape while he continued to thrust. It did not take long for him to near the height of the moment. In a growlish voice he hoarsely whispered into her ear (or however close he could get), "You are mine, Amekaze Ostrega," which in his own stunted way was a love declaration and a taste for something beyond this simple moment of colliding instincts. A taste for a future in which they would stand together not only in partnership but as a couple.
Soon thereafter he finished, and he slumped over her, waiting for the moment where he would be able to come loose. Although he had no experience with this either Charon didn't feel panicked, for something inside told him this was but normal and it would soon pass.
It builds up fast with each consecutive motion playing off the one before it. She's enthralled, wild-eyed, and alive with her heart racing and teeth not far from her neck. She knows deep in her gut that a culmination is approaching and while she does hear his words, his best response for right now is a sneering flash of teeth and low, growling-moan. She's wasting no effort on words, not when she's so consumed.
Amekaze greets the sweet release openly, panting as she comes down from her own high. She is his, he is hers, and all this -- from their electrifying breaths to the mountainside spread below and above -- is theirs. When he slumps over her, she steadies herself anew and glances fondly over her shoulder. She's still catching her breath and it takes a bit of time during which they remain tethered anyway. Ignoring her new tenderness is a little difficult at first (and all the more reason not to move yet), but she is satisfied, and basking in the bliss of their scents intertwined in this way.
:')
After the deed was done, Charon remained slumped over Ame. She righted herself to catch both their balance, so Charon did not bother to stand on his own legs or find some way to make it more comfortable for both. He was fine hanging onto her for the moment, and nibbled gingerly along the line of her neck and the tips of her ears until finally their bonds were loosened and he could get off.
His flaring temper now cooled, Charon yawned, suddenly feeling tired. He looked at Ame, satisfied in more than one regard. There needed to be no more words spoken between the two of them to know that their mateship had been sealed, at least as far as Charon was concerned. He was reminded that the wolves on this -- his -- mountain loved him, and that he didn't need Osprey's love. His instincts which had flared up after meeting with Osprey were once more calmed now.
Feeling content, Charon nipped at Ame's snout and invited her deeper into the forest along Moonspear's lower slopes to find a place to rest.
i added the mateship to Charon's profile in the 'mate' field, even though no words were spoken that's what he assumes anyway 8)
yass, i'm getting mine updated soon
They part, and she shudders softly in the afterglow before she catches the contagious yawn he'd given to her. She splits her jaws and stretches out too, down to her toes. She's feeling good, perhaps different and strange because it's still so new and foreign, and wanting to stay close to the company of her newly christened mate.
She doesn't need to know what had been the last urging to make this so. Nothing needs said at all, and Ame softly nips her teeth back at his muzzle when he came in close to her. She lets her speckled other half move ahead by half a body length, presumably guiding a path to elsewhere on the mountain. When she does join him, she bumps her shoulder against his hip and moves in tandem.