Wolf RPG - now the vale of those who mourn

@Blue Willow <3

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night moved upon the land, and lasher stood in a quiet clearing, breath rising as steam from his nostrils. the birch trees roundabout him stood tall and silent in the velvet darkness, and the loam beneath his paws would be fringed in ice by morning. however, he paid it no need, instead drawing muted breaths. he awaited her with the same patience he showed most events, though it would have been deceptive to say that no specific anticipation edged the shadows of this particular eve.

still, he remained, and quiet, standing against the cape of midnight. if he trembled, it was not visible; if he worried, no sign of it showed upon his face. only a mere smile, wan and small, uplifted the corners of his mouth, and a yearning shone rampant in his eyes.

Forward dated 4 days with permission from Cm's of course :)

Blue Willow had woken in the morning with her own crisp smell upon the air and she had embraced it both with fear and anticipation. She was a little worried about this to say the least, having never been kissed so to speak this was a huge step she was taking. She did however, trust that Lasher would be kind with her, and she hoped to god he would not laugh at her trepidation. However, she imagined that her instincts would win out and take over eventually, or so she hoped.

She had gone about her duties, staying far away from any and all males within the vicinity, though she was certain they knew she was near. It was an instinctive thing, so it was known. It was with hesitation she stepped from her den into the darkness and it's shadows. It was with trepidation, and a little bit of excitement that she stepped towards her waiting friend. What was she to do? What if she made a wrong movement? or what if he could not go through with it? She knew he had seen Peregrine recently, had smelled her best friend on the wind, mixed with Lasher. It was with wide open eyes that Blue entered into this partnership of sorts, and it was without anger that she accepted the fact that Lasher would always love her friend, and she was certain that he knew she would always love Atticus.

She made it to the clearing and looked around, for a moment she simply stood still with baited breath. Her green eyes wide with fear and wonder at the same time, after all there was truly a first time for everything.

she drew close, and it seemed as if the night itself had given birth to her dark frame and emerald eyes, though her gaze was now presently wide with worry. lasher did not approach her, not yet, though her scent made him weak with desire's wine. it had been quite some time since he had lain with a woman, yet he had not forgotten the ageless dance that begat children, and hoped she would be pleased with his ministrations.

blue willow, taltos spoke softly into the midnight hue that surrounded them. it is not too late to withdraw your agreement to this, or wait another day. he did not wish for the qualms of doubt to surround her, for the affection he bore the healer was far greater than the want of his own body.

and so he was quiet, awaiting her words before he drew her into his embrace.

Blue Willow had no doubt that she would be pleased with the embrace of the man before her. Even if it was only simply because this would be a first time and she had nothing to compare it too. However, she was certain he would do well to please and she would try and pay him in kind.

Blue chuckled softly I am fine, I promise and I am firm in my decision even if it does not seem so at the moment. I am merely a tad worried perhaps? After all I have never been with anyone. She grew quiet but she did move closer, mindful that her own scent was thick in the air around them.

She studied him for a moment, You could always withdraw your offer as well Lasher I would not hold it against you. She stood still, close but did not touch him. She knew enough about it to know that a touch would be his undoing, with the scent of a maiden's season heavy in the air. That was merely instinct.

he nodded, and at her own reflective offer, he smiled. i am set in my decision, dear willow, he said softly, his own steps closing the length of space that separated the two of them. at last he stood before her, and his muzzle brushed her eartip, as it had done so many times before, but there was a necessity to it now, and a desire to the gesture that had not been there before.

lasher began slowly, with a gentle press of his lips against the side of her cheek, her throat, the join of shoulder to neck and the soft hollow therein. several times he drew back to gauge her reaction through her expression, brushing his pelt against her own before lowering his muzzle once more to continue his gentle ministrations.

[size=x-small]So I should be writing my paper, but you know what I can do both yea :)[/size]

The first movement was a welcome and old one. one that she was glad he had chosen, it was not to intrusive and it caused her a moment ot make sure everything was okay within herself. It was, she found she had no regrets none.

AS he moved down the side of her face and neck she found herself holding her breath. She dispelled the air on a light chuckle and found that though she was still a little fearful, she also found that there was a restlessness tight within her body.

The want for movement and with that thought in the forefront of her mind, she tilted her head and ran her muzzle across his own. Shifting her weight gently she touched his neck, his shoulder nipping gently at the spot there. She found she was curious as to what she could do to gauge a reaction, lost in her own curiosity with the unknown.

edit: i do the same LOL

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he tensed as she nipped at him, finding pleasure in the press of her lips against his skin, and let his breath flicker through the fur along the side of her throat before returning the gesture with a gentle bite. passing his tongue across it to soothe the sting, lasher dipped his crown until his mouth touched her shoulder, breathing in her delectable scent, though he intended not to lose himself until the crucial moment.

he found it easy to kiss the willow, to draw her body against his own and bask in their shared warmth — he had loved her as a companion before, and what transpired on this night would not change that, only perhaps deepen it.

[size=x-small]haha I would probably get my papers done much faster if I didn't, but I just can't sit and do one thing it drives me batty.[/size]

A gentle noise of delight tickled its way deep in her throat. A sound a cross between a whine and a laugh. It was an interesting contrast the pain and the pleasure and one she found she enjoyed. She shifted her weight again, finding the restlessness intensified, but she kept her head. Knowing full well that it was hormones and instinct pushing at her, but she was determined to not rush such a thing, it didn't seem fair.

Blue did not argue as he pulled her closer, but she did find a fire begin a slight pulling, one of mostly excitement of what she was not sure, but knew she would find out. She pressed her body tighter to his own, enjoying the warmth that it readily gave.

neither can i! no point in all that, i say

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likewise, he did not wish to rush things; he fully intended to bring her pleasant sensations in all ways before moving into the deeper heart of things. her small sound of delight drew an answering growl from his own throat, and he surged against the willow as she folded herself against him, sweeping his tongue brazenly across her throat, dipping his muzzle to press his lips against her collarbone.

slowly the gamma moved alongside her body until he had circled 'round behind her, brushing gentle kisses along her flanks, her hips, until he thought it necessary to pause and murmur her name into the velveteen blackness of her fur.

A small smile found it's way on her maw, and a small unfurling of womanly wiles found it's way into her mind at his answering growl. As he moved quickly, she feared she may become overwhelmed, but that was far from the case. She bent her own head and leaning into the ruff that circled his neck she licked and gently nuzzled a small whine working it's way out of her throat.

An involuntary shudder of pure carnal delight worked its way down the healers back. The fur on her ruff standing up in electric arch, at the bite to her hip. It was with a swift movement she shifted her weight and tilted her tail. Pausing to softly brush it against his muzzle and flank in a gentle tease. These thoughts and feelings were all new to the beta and she imagined come morning when she had time to think about it, she may be slightly embarrassed, but at the moment. She could not find the energy to care, much to lost in the moment.

he was intoxicated; he lost himself in the rasp of fur across his face, his lids half-closed as a low shiver climbed through his muscles. blue willow, usually a composed, conservative sort, had traded her usual composure for a carnal excitement that inflamed lasher and tested his resolve. he circled her once more, the laps of his tongue and grazes of his teeth becoming somewhat rougher, until he stood behind her once more and at last encircled her waist with his forelegs and balanced himself.

the man did not press forward, not yet; he traced the back of her neck with a slow tonguetip, attempting to alleviate any sudden fears that might have sprung up in her mind, even as he fought his baser instincts whilst her scent trailed tantalizingly about them.

Blue's eyes were at half mast as she became lost in the sensations of touch and hormones. It was a strange place for the healer to be. To lose her semblance of control, was a bit alarming and exciting all at once. Her muscles tightened involuntarily as he rose to straddle, but she breathed a small sigh as he sought and easily made her feel better.

Loosening up the tightening and shifting her weight, she whined softly to let him know she was fine. Her voice lost at the moment, somewhere within the recesses of her insides.

she tensed, then relaxed in his embrace, and lasher kissed softly the back of one ear before he tightened his grip 'round her slim waist and allowed the old steps of the dance to come to him.

it was a length of time before they parted and taltos separated from the healer — he could have called her lover, now — and stepped to her front to lick her cheeks and seek her gaze. he hoped she had not felt much pain, though he knew the first of times was often a shock for women. curving his neck against her own, he awaited her words or the warmth of a comfortable silence, seeking to encourage and reassure blue willow after the experience.

Blue had been surprised that it had not hurt as badly as she had thought it would. It was a sharp pain, but was soon gone, as warmth had pooled deep within the recesses of areas she had not even known existed. She was a little shy now, and self conscious. However she also felt extremely tired and the exhaustion was outweighing all the other feelings.

She licked his face and tugged gently on his ear. Thank you Lasher for all of it and your kindness. You do not know what this means to me. Then she grew quiet and slowly sank to her belly and laid there sphinx like, but gave him ample room to join her if he wished.

fade with your next post? <3

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they parted, and she thanked him. surprised as always at her polite nature. however, he smiled and said nothing of this, merely kissed gently the side of her face and joined her upon the ground.

in the days to come, they would couple countless times, and lasher intend to introduce her to new and exotic gestures of sensuality, but for now, he felt the former ardor replaced by a sense of tiredness, and yawned in the gloom.

Blue inwardly cringed as the words thank you left her lips. Though she was thankful it made this sound like some sort of business transaction. It wasn't exactly, and they were very good friends, so she should be more at east. Though now it where there had been desire and ardor, there was a little bit of embarrassment and self consciousness.

She lay her head upon his back and closed her eyes. Taking the comfort that her friend willingly gave. They would have days to make children and each time, she would grow more used to it, but for now she merely wanted to sleep.