Wolf RPG

The day was fair and mild, which for winter was a blessing. And on this oh-so-fine day, Dove decided to go on a bit of a journey. Nothing too grand, nothing too strenuous, but a wanderin' all the same. It was kind of boring being cooped up in the caldera lands. And for the past few hours she had been feeling a weird kind of itch. An irritation that made her want to roam far and wide - which, if you knew Dove at all, you'd recognize as completely out of character. She was (is) a homebody; the allure of hunkering down by the lake and keeping herself company was usually enough to pass the time, however, today she just had to get out. Her desire had her in a maddened state, to the point where she didn't really keep tabs of where she was going - only halting when she came upon a strange lake, and that only worked because she saw a brief glimpse of her pale reflection.

It had been a while since the small feline had ventured out of the mountains and she wondered why she had. She loved the mountains. It was the perfect place for royalty like her. Most wolves couldn't make it up there, she had a view of all her kingdom and the fresh mountain air suited her.

Yet she still found her self a rather long way from home, a large lake on the horizon. She quickened her pack, her padded paws crunching along the rocky shores. She reached the edge of the lake and bent down, taking a long refreshing drink. Traveling was hard work.

Satiated and well- rested, Jaws had nothing to do but wander. As he quietly loped along, a slight breeze laced with a beguiling scent caught his nose, and his head instinctively turned into it to capture it more fully. His lips curled into a faint smile; he knew this smell. The rest of his body soon followed his head as he pursued the origin of the beckoning scent. She was not far; it did not take long before the coywolf spotted the white figure gazing into the lake. His focus squarely on the female, his eyes only momentarily flicked to the drinking lynx, in whom he had no interest. Jaws approached the she-wolf without hesitation in his usual bold fashion, regarding her with the toothy grin of a rapscallion and greeting her in a voice unmistakably flirty in its soft, low tone. "Hello..."

Ignorant of the other predator which lurked so close, Dove was caught by her own reflection and paused to inspect herself. Nothing was out of place, although.. Something felt different. Something was off enough to cause her to worry a bit, and to take more time than necessary to inspect her every inch. Face first, then paws - raised one by one - and then a pirouette, looking to the curve of her haunch and the fine hairs of her tail. Dove was mid-motion when a voice fell upon her ears, simultaneously breaking the stillness and causing her fur to stand on end; she puffed up with surprise, averting her gaze from her vain pursuits in order to watch the stranger.

He was narrow and gawky, dark of fur and unkempt - a true rogue. While that may have charmed her before, something about him did not quite fit, and thus Dove was nervous of him. She was interested in the tall, dark, and handsome variety of men - the same taste her sister had, evidently. This stranger was dark, he was... Kind of handsome (or at least, easy on the eyes), but he wasn't particularly interesting to her. Gaunt and hungry, was more like it.

Hello, She drawled in return, only to step alongside the lake's edge as if he wasn't there at all. Hmph.

She pulled her head up from the lake when the sound of two voices reached her tufted ears. Her wide yellow eyes wandered until she found the sources. Two wolves were looking at the lake further down from her, seeming to be greeting each other. She carefully pulled herself away from the lake and padded a little closer, careful to stay low enough so that she was hidden by the long grass that grew on the fringes of the lake.

She hunkered down and set her gaze on the pair. One was as white as snow while the other seemed to be a perfect shadow. The white one, which appeared to be a female, had given the black one, a male, a curt hello and had moved away, almost completely ignoring him. Wolves were so weird.

Although the she-wolf returned his hello she was most decidedly giving him the cold shoulder. Jaws did not move to chase her at first, casting a glance back to the cat, noting that it was no longer where it was. He suspected the lynx had not gone far, camouflaged amongst the tall lake grasses that jutted from the snow. How he admired the grace of a feline.

Unconcerned, the black coywolf shifted his attention back to his reluctant company, reaching her side in a few effortless strides. "Is there something in my teeth?" he joked as he stepped ahead of her, partially blocking her path, unaware of how unnerving that could be. "You're not afraid of cats, are you?"

The male continued to loiter alongside the lake, and even chose to pursue her. Dove wasn't entirely aware of her own allure (namely the smell); she had always been a looker and had vied for the attention of others in her natal pack. This though, was different. Something about the male made her mentally recoil. At the same time, Dove was quite a social creature, so to completely ignore the stranger was wholly outside of the norm.

Cats? Hardly. Why, did you see one? She was genuinely interested, of course. But the look on her face was more similar to disgust. Cats were nasty creatures - far less civilized than the wolf, and just downright awful by comparison. The girl paused and looked around, by by this point the cat to which he was referring had found itself a snug little hiding spot.

She watched their little interactions with amusement one her face. Wolves were such petty creatures. She watched as the male followed the female, casting a glance towards the area Kiiyea had just been sitting. He then turned to the female and continued talking to her, his words little interest to the yellowed feline. But when he mentioned her, Kiiyea's tufted ears perked. From her vantage point, she could only see half of the female's face, a look of disgust tinging her features.

Kiiyea scowled at the pair. How dare they resent her kind while they were the scum of the world?!

As an ever-wary and observant coywolf, almost to the point of paranoia, Jaws was surprised that the white female did not notice the cat, and furthermore at the repugnance on her face at the mere thought of one; but perhaps Jaws was atypical in his tolerance - and more, respect - for other predators. His hybridism may have contributed to his opinion but largely it was his upbringing - alone, and fighting for survival. By learning from any source, which included observing the behaviors of other species, he was able to keep himself fed and safe.

"Well, there was," he replied, gesturing with his muzzle in the cat's general direction. "Until it went into hiding." He shrugged. Talking about the cat was just a ploy to stall the she-wolf, perhaps halt her entirely, and it had worked. "But that's not what you're running from, is it?" His tone was serious, but his expression softer than it was before. She was young he figured, she may not have had a heat before and was unable to cope with the affect it had on her body or how it roused others.

The girl glanced briefly in the direction he motioned, but inevitably returned her gaze to the water's edge - and to himself as well. The mention of a cat didn't really ruffle her feathers, although knowing that something was hiding out and watching her was... A little unsettling.

His comment about running made her shrug, stepping back from the embankment so she could direct her full attention to his roguish self. I wasn't really running from anything, or to anything. I just felt like.. Stretching my legs, I suppose. Her tone was light and her expression was bland, for the conversation with this stranger was boring her.

And what of you? Do you wander the wilds in order to save damsels from wandering cats, or some other, less noble reason? A smirk spread across her face at this comment, despite it not being very clever. Maybe this guy was in cahoots with the cat in question (if there really was a cat, she had yet to see one).

The pair of wolves were getting boring to the queenly feline and she let out a loud huff, getting out of her crouched positions and stepping out into the open, her bright yellow eyes fixed in a glare directed to them. "God, you wolves are such boring creatures. I'm out." she spoke rather loudly, her face void of expression.

If they weren't going to offer her any useful information, then what was the point of listening to their bland conversation. The female had thought her words had been clever, but really, they were just dumb. She gave them an obviously plastic smile and started to turn away. Whether they would attack her or not, she could care less. They were no longer a concern to her.

Jaws' drew his mouth into a hard line at the female's response. She was more difficult than he was hoping when her seasonal scent first caught his attention. In fact, she seemed completely unaware of her own ripeness, of the draw she had to him. Jaws simply shook his head. He fully believed she was wandering because she did not know what to do with her feelings, but he was uninterested in pointing that out.

Before he could remark on her other misplaced comment, the stealthy feline made an appearance. A brief one, enough to let them know they were not very entertaining before leaving them again. Jaws watched the cat momentarily, before turning back to the shewolf. He was, at this point, feeling rather frustrated. "Do you really not understand?" he said sternly, shoving his nose closer to her face, locking his bi-colored eyes onto hers. "I smelled you a long ways off," he flicked his tail. "I thought you were ready."

As if prompted by their discussion, the cat returned to the scene. It became quite clear to Dove that the feline had not been far away at all - witnessing the two wolves together, spying upon them as the foul beasts often did. Dove was thankful as it departed, feeling her fur bristle (more at the mere sight of the cat than the words it boasted - Dove was quite surprised it could speak at all). Once the cat had vanished in to the debris around them, Dove tried to settle her nerves; however, there was now an electric current running through her. As if the presence of the competing predator had awakened something.

And then the man spoke. His tone reminded her of Croon, her father, and Dove turned a sharp eye upon him; lashing her tail to rid herself of the irritation that the cat had caused her, and inadvertently fanning the inciting scent around. Yes, she was oblivious; this was her first heat after all. I thought you were ready. The man drawled, only to gain a confused look from the girl.

Ready..? She tried to side-step around him, realizing she was somewhat cornered between the lake and the stranger, and his rather direct approach was starting to unsettle her a bit. But at the same time, Dove would not give in to such pressure; she was unrelenting with her own little game, as always. What, you have a thing for lonely girls out for walks? The concept was rather pervy - and Dove agreed, finding the thought quite reprehensible - but she didn't sound disturbed. In fact, her tone was light and somewhat playful, having not lost the luster from before.

Jaws did not close the distance the white wolf created when she side-stepped him, but his stare was unwavering as she spoke. He was convinced now that he was dealing with a female that was experiencing her first heat, which itself did not bother him, but he was a male and prone to growing irate when he was so tantalized by her scent and urges he had to restrain.

His frustration, however, eased off at her light and playful quip. Jaws was engaged again, and his taught mouth curved into that devilish smile he so often sported. "You're not half bad," he returned, casting his gaze along her supple figure.

She had always played games like this back home. Tempting the boys, getting her kicks by teasing them and running off before anything got serious; but it seemed as if this guy, whoever he was, knew the game as well. Perhaps he was even better at it than she was. Whatever unease had settled upon the nape of her neck had transformed with his idle compliment. Had she the ability, her cheeks would have blushed a soft pink.

Dove would not give in so easily to whatever he was after — which again, she didn't really understand — and chose to brush off the statement with a coy expression, a thin smile veiled by goading words. Not half bad? I'm pretty fabulous, actually. But you get points for trying.

There was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as she said this, something she hadn't experienced before. It was light at first, like a little flutter, but then as Dove stepped towards him — past him, with a careful draw of her little body against his dark one — she felt the feeling grow stronger, like a fire. It was enough to spook her, and as Dove stepped beyond the dark fellow and in to the open space behind him, she contemplated an escape plan.

Jaws' smile split into a grin as she complimented herself, the female's demeanor changing, from the girl that shrugged him off before to one more coy. Perhaps - he thought - she was beginning to give in to her body. It certainly seemed to be the case as she rubbed against him, their coats a blazing contrast to one another. Jaws reached out, risking a nip on her flank as she stepped away from him. Had his head not been so single-minded at this point, he might have observed that it seemed she was ready to flee.

He knew how to play with her - and of course he would, being twice her age and likely a rogue by choice. Dove entertained the thought of him being some kind of erstwhile adventurer, in need of taming but disinterested in settling down. Perhaps she could... Woo him towards the caldera? But what would her sister think of that - and Peregrine? Her thoughts were fleeting, for as soon as he snapped at her rear end, she had forgotten her train of thought.

Hey now, I'm not dinner. She quipped, stepping and turning so that her bottom was out of his reach. As soon as she said that though, Dove thought a strange thought which, truth be told, surprised even her: 'I could be though'. This stoked the fire in her belly, and soon enough she felt it burning along her spine, and through the muscles of her limbs which felt suddenly gelatinous.

How could anyone have this sort of effect on her? It made no sense, there was no logic behind it as far as Dove was aware. But the feeling was somewhat intoxicating in its own right; she wanted more of it, but wasn't sure how to proceed - nor how to stop things, if things got out of hand.

Even if the female had left, she would find herself pursued. Not immediately, but within a day or two, he would follow her trail. Jaws was fully engaged, and knew it was a matter of when - not if - that she would give in to her most primal instincts and allow him the pleasure he sought. If she could resist she would be unique among every ripe female he had met before.

"No, you're the show." He answered back strongly, sliding his tongue across his lips and peeking canines. He stepped toward her, his paws eating the gap she had put between them. He leaned in close again, with his breath hot against her muzzle as he lingered there, gauging her receptiveness. If she did not run now, she may not be able to later.

His reply was overshadowed by his proximity. Suddenly they were very close again. So close that she could feel his breath upon her face, taste the air flavored by his musk, all of which resulted in the intended effect. Dove found her eyes tracing across his rugged face; she saw the look upon his face - it was smug, but hungry. A look she had toyed with on occasion from others, but never this far. Never with this reaction from herself.

Her eyes drifted to his own, down his gaunt cheeks, and back again; as if contemplating her next move. And that was when sense came knocking. Dove pulled back slowly, and as they parted from one another's company, a lazy smile appeared upon her dainty face. She wanted to say something to prove that she was in control; something witty, something filled to the brim with sass, but for once Dove was at a loss. The smile lingered for as long as she did — mere moments — for she was striding away from him with a confident pace.

Jaws' paws remained firmly planted as his piercing gaze followed the white she wolf as she fled from him. His mouth was broken into a satisfied grin. There were some games Jaws could not stand, and others he was thrilled by. This was the latter. He had stirred this female, partially awakened the feral instincts that she had been ignoring before. He would find her, and he would claim her when she was at her weakest, unable to fight nature further.