Wolf RPG

his latest interlude with peregrine had left him wanting, but taltos had put himself toward the task of gamekeeping, as was to be his lot. the caches nearest his den were stocked well, as was the one closest the rendezvous site — in his desire, the earthen male intended that peregrine's sustenance should come mainly from his efforts.

the day changed quickly, however, and the man left off the hares he had been tracking to gaze skyward at the greying sky. he had only seen this once before, and there had been no name for it among the denziens of donnelaith. steps quickened, hackles bristling, taltos thrust himself through the trees, emerging near the panther quite by accident. the spirits were at work here, and though he wished to cower from their might, lasher forced himself to stand taller. what is it? he asked of his leader, though he knew at the heart of him there was no answer.

lasher steadied himself beneath peregrine's touch, his breath coming somewhat easier despite the turmoil that brooded within. the devil spoke of his father, and taltos nodded — it was a rare thing indeed to find a wolf who could gaze with aptitude upon the skies. where i am from, this happened once before. i feared it, but those around me did not. they were druids who danced beneath the changing skies. no harm befell them, for they believed it heralded the birth of a god.

the murkwater gaze drifted to peregrine's face; lasher sidled alongside the other, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the panther beneath the odd colour of the heavens. he himself did not know what to make of it, but he would do whatever peregrine decided. though he had relaxed whilst in contact with the devil, a strange electricity had come over him, an invisible current that leapt roundabout them and charged the air with its potential.

ah, the circle of brightness came as it had before, and beneath its eldritch glow lasher passed first his tongue across peregrine's muzzle, his own plume swaying behind his hips. the burn of the devil's breath upon his ear was titillating, humbling; he was worshipful of peregrine as he had not been of eismitte, only julien, though the frenchman had never met his intentions as the dark creature did.

the embrace of the strange light was galvanizing, and again his eyes fell to lidded pleasure. taltos ducked his muzzle beneath that of peregrine, his senses filled only with the texture and fragrance of the devil; he slid his lips in featherlight motion toward the proud arch of peregrine's neck, toward the mortal pulse of verve and passion there.

it was no simple task for lasher to chain himself, to restrain himself to the touch of teeth and tongue and muzzle, the flicker of tonguetip and the gentle sounds that rose in his throat as his ardor mounted. when at last peregrine pulled away, taltos was left heated, bereft for a single moment, but the words that floated forth beneath the odd glow of the deadened skies brought a small hitch to his breath.

he said nothing, merely stepped forward, his muzzle brushing against the devil's own with deliberate sloth before he stepped into the darkness cast by the trees around them, inviting peregrine to follow with a soft tip of his head. the other's passion would be his own, even unto the very zenith.

murkwater eyes watched peregrine sometime later; they reclined in the cool grass, though taltos had laid himself down some few inches away, unless some unwitting member of the plateau clan should come upon the pair. however, their mingled scents were thick in the air, a telltale puncture in the attempted discretion. he needed no words, only the nearness of the panther, and here lasher basked in complete, quiet pleasure.

the flash of peregrine's white teeth against his dark fur, and the subsequent words that followed, brought a low rumble of laughter forth from the male. he too glanced skyward, though his commentary was for peregrine. i am humbled by your pleasure in my skill, he told the devil, eyes dancing in the lightening atmosphere. he did not think of what he had done in terms of perfection, only in growing affection, a thrumming lust.

at length lasher reclined among the velvet blades of emerald, flicking his tailtip toward the panther with a softly fond look in his eyes. he was both pleased that peregrine had taken his offer, and sated with an ability that had not waned. the pursuit of pleasure, for taltos, was collective, not a singular intention, and if such things never occurred again, he would be content.

taltos was not surprised to find that peregrine was not wishing to mimick what he had done; he nodded his cheek against the grass, a sated light in his eyes. i do not need reciprocation, peregrine, lasher murmured. i need only what you will grant me. his was a reverent lust, redemption through pleasing the flesh of the one who had chosen him for such. he would serve the devil in whatever capacity was wished, though the desire was there for more intimacy.

his teeth flashed in a grin at the panther's suggestion, but he said nothing more, content to look upon peregrine, to feast his eyes there and satiate the detailed need of self for the visualization of ardor.

he lifted his head from the grass, true mirth shaking him now. and when you are better, i shall take your offer of meat, taltos laughed, eyes shining in the dimmed shadows cast by the trees. their scents had faded somewhat, but peregrine was still redolent within his nostrils, and he hoped it would not fade for some time.

he appreciated the easiness between them — the camaraderie that had always been, and the softness that had sprouted following peregrine's succumb to lasher's invitation. but still the panther retained his strong masculinity, his appeal; he had not become less in lasher's eyes. he had become more.

and i will be most pleased to oblige you, taltos said softly, lifting himself from the grass to pad his way toward peregrine, reaching out quietly toward the leader's muzzle with a lap of salmon tongue.

lasher gave a soft smile as peregrine reclined, reeling somewhat from the wolfish kiss exchanged. while he wanted very much to curl his body 'round that of his lover and enter the realm of slumber, that was not something that could occur, for many reasons. and so he was content to lower his muzzle to take the alpha's scent once more. sleep well, he whispered.

drifting into the shadows, he departed, though his heart remained in the verdant grasses with the slumbering panther.