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She hummed the song to herself as she camouflaged with her surroundings.
Lying inside, our quiet drama.
A song had always calmed her when worried or angered
Wearing your heart like a stolen dream.
Opening skies with you broken keys.
No one can blind us any longer.
She hummed in a soft, smooth tone, singing the lyrics to herself. Eyes closed and paws moving slowly through the wood.
We'll run,
were lights won't chase us.
Hide,
were love can save us.
I
will never let you go.
She sang the melody in her head over and over, memorizing the beat. She had learned many songs, but this one was her favorite. Her old Beta had always sung it to her. She was like a sister to her. To be honest, she took care of the once innocent pup more than her mother ever could. They always goofed off and got into any trouble they could find. Sometimes the dark star missed her "sister" terribly.
Her paws had instinctively carried her to the bed of blood red roses. This was her favorite place to spend her time. The velvet blossoms always seemed appealing to her. She walked through the bedding and lay down, falling asleep.
Singing had spiked Grim's curiosity and he had followed the sound. Now he watches a female sleeping in a bed of red roses some paw steps away. The large wolf lowers himself into a hunters crouch. Stealthily, he stalks slowly towards her. She looks like death laying in the roses. Like the blood had drained from her and soaked the ground around her. He admires the scene. A familiar lust stirs in him as well as an unfamiliar warmth. He stifles a growl, not wanting to wake his pretty female. He is unsure of what the warmth is. You care about her, the good in him explains. He shakes his large head back and forth to clear the voice. He doesn't care about anyone. His ultimate goal is to murder and torture. But even thinking that, his gaze softens when he lays eyes on her. Is the only reason he wants her is for her to bear his pups? Or is he really starting to care for her? You're starting to fall for her too, the voice mocks him. Grim grinds his teeth together, pushing all feelings of warmth from his mind and steeling himself against them. She is a mate. Nothing more.
Fury lashes about inside his chest at the show of softness in himself. Where is the darkness? Why is there light seeping into him? He can't have that. All there is in this world is darkness. All there will be is darkness. In a hard tone Grim snaps, "I could have killed you with you out in the open like this, Lusa..." His voice drifts off as he realizes that the words he has just spoken could be taken as a form of kindness. As him looking out for her. Jaws clamp shut to prevent any more nonsense from leaking out. How will she take what he just said? Did she hear what he had said? And what was she doing sleeping out here anyway?
Her right ear swiveled slightly as she rested. Her body seeped in deeper in the blossoms. The petals were like a soft, velvety bed. The whole setting made her just feel drowsy and safe. A nice place to isolate herself from the world.
But today, she would not be alone in the field of flowers, for Grimnir was in the distance. His smell came in contact with her nose, and she opened her eyes slightly, though it looked as if she was still resting. She could see the male's broad figure, head poking above the bed of flowers.
I could have killed you with you out in the open like this Lusa...
She could just about hear his voice. The words made her smile, revealing that she probably wasn't sleeping. She lifted her head to face him. "Why didn't you, Grimnir?" she said, "What's stopping you?"
A growl deepens in his chest. He is already irritated and here she is pretty much goading him into attacking her. Amber eyes narrow. He doesn't say anything, finding that he has no answer. At least not one that makes any sense to him. He assumes that he should expect something like this from her. Lusa is the one he has his eye on after all. It won't do to have a female who is docile. But what should he do now? Should he attack her because that is who he is? Or should he just leave it be? Teach her a lesson, the darkness tells him. Attack, they command. Teeth snap together. Maybe he should. She would enjoy it. His back legs tense, ready to jump her.
He lunges, aiming to roll with her through the bloody flowers. The anger within him hasn't flamed enough to cause her any real harm, but he will play with her. No matter the reason, he always enjoys a good fight. Lusa is also fun to fight with. That killing instinct in her gives her no hesitation with fighting back. That's what he likes about her. Though their first meeting had angered him when she attacked first, he can't say that he didn't have fun. He will enjoy this as well.
He lunged at her, but this time, unlike last time, had a playful tone to it. His body collides into hers and they tumble down the tiny hill. She swipes a paw at his face, though her hit was softer than normal, and she lifted up to grab his ear in her jaws. She hadn't had a play fight since she was a pup, so she feared that her jaws may clamp down harder. It was only her instinct to do so if anything was trapped between her teeth.
As they roll, he feels her swipe a paw at his face where she had scratched him during their first meeting. The wound she had given him had scarred, but only slightly. If one were to just glance at him they wouldn't notice it until closer inspection where they could see the hair slightly parted in two different places - one across and one above his eye. Something sharp connects and holds onto his right ear. She has grabbed his delicate ear a little to hard, but he doesn't mind the pain. He tries gripping one of her legs in his mouth. He isn't worried about hurting her. He knows she will enjoy some pain too. Besides, he has never play fought before and isn't the type to play lightly. He doesn't want to injure her, but a small bite or scratch won't do much.
They don't roll for very long and he finds himself laying beneath her once they come to a halt. The ear she doesn't have pins back against his head. He doesn't like being below another wolf. His jaws reach up to grasp below her jaw. He attempts to roll so that she is beneath him. That's the way it should be. But he knows that it won't be easy to just push her around. Grim gives a low growl to his little killer.
The girl finds herself to be above Grimnir, which brings a smile to her face. His teeth come in contact with her leg, but are then transferred to the bottom of her jaw. Claws dig into the ground, not willing to loose her spot. Releasing his ear, her head drives into his chest, putting all her weight on him. A small laugh escapes from her mouth. Teeth aim to dig into the fur.
It felt awkward to be playing. She had never remembered the last time she wrestled with her brother. The only times they had fought, they fought aggressively.
Going to do a little PP here if you don't mind. Just let me know if you'd like me to change something :3 (I feel like things might get a little aggressive soon lol)
His jaws are forced to let her go as she rams her head into his chest. Her teeth catch the fur there. With all his strength his front paws wrap around her neck to pull him up and push her down to the side. She takes a bit a fur with her. Now that she's on the ground next to him he jumps up to press his paw on her shoulder. With teeth bared he tries to hold her there, putting all his weight on her. Grim brings his muzzle close to her ear and whispers, "You excite me, Lusa. In more ways than one." Lust clouds his gaze. He had lost control with Trickster because of her teasing. Would he lose control here? This female is more alluring than the last. The marks on her body tells plenty of what she enjoys, of what she does. Her personality speaks lengths of how she is similar to him. Though Trickster was not much different in the fact that she also had markings, that female hadn't made him feel like this one does. Trickster hadn't hinted at enjoying killing either. He can't explain the feeling, but there is no other that he wants. Lusa will be his forever. Even if she leaves like Trickster had. He will not choose another female. But he will not let his little killer leave without a fight.
He breathes in her scent. His tail wags slightly. "I want you, my little killer." He can feel himself slipping out of his sheath. Looking at her neck, he reaches down to grasp it in his jaws. He bites down until a trickle of blood touches his tongue. He wants to take her now. A small groan escapes him. In his mind her name swirls around in his head. Kill her,
the voices call out suddenly. Rip out her throat,
they say. He growls at them. For the first time, he admits to himself that he doesn't want to kill. At least not this wolf. Confusion hits him again. The pack may have changed him a little, but Lusa is changing him even more. Was that something he could come to terms with? That he could accept? He can't say.
Feel free to PP as much as you like. I usually don't mind about it :)
Strong paws wrap around her neck and pull her down by his side. Weight is then pushed onto her shoulder. She sits still, breathing soft, hot breaths. The words he whispers brings a smile on her face. It seems that every time she see's Grim she can't help but beam with pleasure. For he is the only one who has the same personality as her. And after a long time, has a stronger feeling for other than hate.
I want you, my little killer.
Her eyes glint. He leans down and clamps down on her neck. Excitement overtakes the pain. Her blue orbs look up at him, her smile curves wider. "
Would it surprise you if I say the same, Grimnir?" The groan partially exclaims what he wants. His hold prevents her from spinning around and kicking him off, so she only lay there, waiting for his next move.
Blue eyes meet his golden ones, a smile widens over his female's muzzle. The question that drips from her maw does surprise him. He pauses, his jaws loosening. What was she saying? Did she want him? Grim doesn't know how to take that. He isn't sure he believes her either, nor does he really care how she feels about him. He had been ready to fight for her for a long time. Now she is admitting to wanting him. Grim had expected her to fight back, that had been part of the fun in wanting her. But was it a bad thing for her to admit to wanting him? There is so much about her that makes him question himself. He is starting to wonder who he is and what he wants. Above all he wonders about who he is becoming.
"What?" He mumbles with a mouthful of her fur. His ears lay back against his head with uncertainty. Was she trying to confuse him so he would let her go? Grim growls a little, he isn't going to let her get away that easily. If she wants to be free from his grasp, then she will have to fight him. But he doesn't see her being able to over power him. He tightens his grip on her neck again, laying down on her. Lusa's body feels good against his. It will be even harder for her to fight back now. He is eager to see how she will escape him.
PP on this post. Hope it's ok :)
His jaws tighten over her neck and he lays down onto her. She growls softly in his ear, "
What's the matter Grim? To scared?" Her body suddenly wanted him, but it also wanted to fight. Her head filled with questions. She never really did
that with someone else, and wondered what it felt like. Would it even be a good idea? Should she just run? No. Something told her that she must have him
now. But she would give him what he wants first.
She squirmed around roughly, determined to get out from under him. Paws reached out and they clawed from out under him. Her head snapped back and grabbed him by his neck. Her body flopped onto him and she let out a low rumble. She moved her jaws up to his cheek. "
I think we both know what you want." She loosened her jaws to kiss his neck.
:3 of course
In response to his confusion, she taunts him. Asking if he is scared. Her perception of his actions infuriates him. He is afraid of nothing. A snarl is muffled by her neck in his mouth. he will show her what fear is. He digs his teeth further into her neck as she starts to squirm beneath him. Her forelegs reach out in an attempt to drag herself out from under him. He watches her, placing more pressure on her neck. But then she is ripped from his grasp as she manages to slip away. In a flash his neck ends up in her mouth and her body on his. She then free's her jaws from his neck to place them by his cheek. His little killer tells him that they both know what he wants. It makes him believe she really does want him to take her. He feels her on his neck again. He expects to feel teeth, but she does something strange. What was it? Did she kiss him?
Grim rolls in an attempt to get her back beneath him. "Do you want me to take you now?" He questions her, fury and lust mixing in his words. His anger spikes his desire. At some point it won't matter if she wants him to mate with her or not. If his need becomes too great he will force himself on her. Though the darkness in him may not be as strong as it used to be, there are some things that he still cannot control. His body is beginning to ache for her. He can feel himself slipping out of his sheath even more. A throbbing makes him groan again. Is it too late to stop now? But why should he? She is his.
As he attempts to roll,, she jumps off of him and backs away. A mischievous smile appears on her face. She leans over to his side and investigates his body, going lower. All of this seemed like a new experience to her. Well it was. Her heart started to race and a million questions fluttered in mind. She felt her core become wet and needing.
She went up to his face to gaze into his eyes. "I want you Grimnir. I really do." She lay down in front of him, paws on her head.
so much for not going this far xD oh well, it may have happened sooner or later
As he rolls, she manages to jump away from him with a smile on her face. He growls as she leans over his side and lowers herself. Then she moves to his face, gazing into his eyes and telling him that she wants him. As she lays in front of him, Grim struggles to his paws. Jaws grip the back of her neck as he swings around and mounts her. "Then I shall have you." At this point he doesn't just want her, he needs her. He pushes on her neck, holding her down. Even if she has changed her mind, it is too late to stop him now.
He thrusts into her with a grunt. Pleasure at finally having her fills him. After this she is completely his. He thrusts again. A feeling mixes with his pleasure. He can only describe it as a warmth and a need to be with her. You love her,
the light smirks. He doesn't deny that he may have strong feelings for her. Was it love though? He doesn't know. He has never loved before. As he continues to mate with her he hopes that she is enjoying him having her. He has never thought of someone else before. It has always been just him. But of course there are a lot of things that he has never done that she has brought forth from him. She will be the only one to see this side of him. The side that he considers weak.
A groan escapes him as he finishes. Jaws release her neck and he lays on top of her, breathing heavy. Pleasure and warmth swirl around in his heart, stronger than he has ever felt. But he will not admit this to her. He will not tell her of the feelings until he has figured them out himself. "You are amazing Lusa,
" he says to her. "I will never let another wolf lay a paw on you," he promises in a whisper. "Not as long as I am around." He is sure that she could stand up for herself. She is strong. But he would not be able to hold back if he saw another male touch her. It would be a death sentence for any male who did. The anger and fury that would engulf Grim would take over and he wouldn't be able to stop until they were no longer breathing. If a death did come of it, then he should not be punished for it anyway. It is in his right to kill anyone who threatens to take his female. A wet nose nuzzles into his little killers neck. She is his.
The male got to his paws and grabbed her by the neck. His body comes on top of her, making her blood boil with anticipation and curiosity. Would it hurt? Was this a good idea? Should she just run away? But she didn't want to run and it was to late to anyways. He began to mate with her. A delightful sound escaped her lips. She found herself enjoying the moment.
His jaws loosened and released her neck. She turned to him and gave a sheepish grin as he whispered. She leaned forward and slowly covered his face with kisses. "I think I love you Grimnir," her voice came out I a low purr. Her body moved forward and she sat closely to him.
Her grin makes him smile slightly. Her kisses make that smile widen. And then she voices what he cannot. His dear little killer admits that she thinks she loves him. Grim drags a tongue over her face in a kiss filled with affection. She is brave to be able to voice her feelings. A sadness touches him at the thought that he can't yet say the same. He tries to make it up to her by saying, "It's Grim to you, but only you can call me that." He was the only one who called himself that. It made him seem darker to himself. Like a secret he never shared with anyone. So then the only one close to him should know it as well. It is a poor substitute for voicing his own feelings towards her, but he can't bring the words to his lips. Grim lays his head on her, pulling her close, and then closes his eyes, feeling quite happy. There will be a lot of good things coming his way by being with her. A lot of discovering who he is. And a lot of 'firsts' for himself. Like his first play fight, his first feelings towards someone, the first one able to calm him, and the first wolf to call him Grim. He drifts to sleep, wrapping himself around Lusa's body and mumbling, "My little killer." His dreams will be filled by her.
Last post for me! Thanks for the thread :3
His kiss makes her heartbeat slower. She smiled warmly as he spoke. It hadn't really bothered her by the fact he wouldn't tell her his feelings. He lays his head onto hers, and she allows him to move her close. Her body curls tightly around his side and her head buries into his fur. The girl loved the company of another wolf by her side. Someone who she felt so strongly for. A tiny light in her had missed connection like this. Thinking of that, she moves herself as close as she possibly could. Her world turn darks, and she dreams of a new future.