Wolf RPG

his searching had come to naught, his searching for the witch but also the child who spoke the faint truths of the glen. lasher departed the plateau and drifted into the afternoon light, soon swallowed by the tall grasses of the flatlands, though his dark form could be seen through the foliage.

where he wandered, he did not know, and his paws moved of their own accord, until taltos found himself among the jagged edges of a rock shelf, and there the wolf returned to himself. it was no tartok, and the scents of wolves here were stale, but lasher lifted his face unto the sun and thanked whatever god had brought him here, if gods indeed were existent, and would show mercy unto this fool.

she was flame and confidence, foxfire's own grace, and lasher found himself submitting somewhat to her, for not only was she female, she bespoke a power. though he owed peregrine his obeisance, he could not halt the response of his body, and soon settled his haunches to the ground, giving her an expression of complete and rapt attention.

taltos did not need her name, nor her title; she existed in femininity and for that alone, and for the drawing near of her steps, he worshipped her as some fine ray of the noonday sun, fierce and thirsted in its intensity.

she came near, and her gesture relaxed him further, though he had not feared her before. having spent time yet only in the shadow of the plateau, he did not recognize her scent, nor did he care. in this vast space, only the two of them were existent, and in his mind, there was no need of titles.

a great longing in his heart then arose for siku, and his jaw tensed somewhat with pain, but it fled as soon as it had come, and he trained his swampwater gaze upon the woman, and waited for her to speak, to untangle the brambles that had suddenly choked his own tongue.

taltos watched the lap of her pink tongue against her lips, mesmerized. he arched minutely into her touch, pleased with it, that she had deigned to reach out so to him. he took her scent as well — the firebolt smelt of water, as if she had managed to combine two elements into herself, and lasher was smitten with such.

drawing back, he found her eyes and rose, plume moving in a gentle wave to convey his amiability, and fell into a play-bow, snapping teasingly at the air, eyes bright as he urged her into sport.

his tail swayed behind him as well, and when she cleaved the air with her shining teeth, he leapt backward, giving a sharp bark of invitation. he did not dart from her, not yet, but feinted left, tossing his head and waiting for her to give chase. such times were needed, to put aside oneself, one's inhibitions, and give tongue to the baser needs of their primality.

she passed, but tripped, and landed in a laughing ruddy heap. lasher laughed too, for the sheer pleasure of it all, and lay himself in the grass near her, eyes shining toward the sky. her joy was infectious, and he partook happily in it, for it was cathartic as well as refreshing.

it had been some time since he had acted so, and though eventually his chuckles trailed away, the delight remained, and his body relaxed against the loam. he thought of deborah, of suzanne, of stella; taltos smiled.

she lay down alongside him, and he was delighted. with their furred spines touching, the man sighed into the warm air, well at peace with himself and the woman beside him. no words were needed, for they would only sully the atmosphere, and his eyes closed in contentment.

lasher would not sleep here, away from his borders, but relaxed enough, he would drift into the no-man's-land betwixt slumber and awareness, all tension drained from his body and limitless joy buoying his heart.