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and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - November 09, 2018
maybe @Wintersbane? :D
they do not speak. they do not fear the spirits, but nor do they know them. they do not know the gods.
the flick of a dark-tipped ear.
were we wrong? was i wrong?
no matter that the broken woman she had been before had possessed no agency of her own.
i wanted your children.
and why, she did not know. perhaps to thank him; perhaps to be immutably connected when
you left me to raise them alone. i carried your daughters and you left with your sons. you left all of your daughters behind, cicero, relmyna whispered to the large flat stone she had spent hours dragging to the last site of the toxicologist's blood. her shoulderblades sharp through her patchwork pelt, the listener hunched over it now, speaking down into it as if he could hear her from beyond the world of mortal wolves.
maegi is lost. she speaks, but not to ... not to the mother.
a hard swallow, one that hurt the woman's throat.
we fell into ruin after you left. we have not recovered. tell me, please
cicero
cicero. sheogorath. tell me you walk with the gods even if you cannot walk with
me
blackfeather.
no answer; no answer, save for the cawing of blackbirds.
a tear fell to the unyielding stone surface, and at last relmyna was silent.
the flick of a dark-tipped ear.
were we wrong? was i wrong?
no matter that the broken woman she had been before had possessed no agency of her own.
i wanted your children.
and why, she did not know. perhaps to thank him; perhaps to be immutably connected when
you left me to raise them alone. i carried your daughters and you left with your sons. you left all of your daughters behind, cicero, relmyna whispered to the large flat stone she had spent hours dragging to the last site of the toxicologist's blood. her shoulderblades sharp through her patchwork pelt, the listener hunched over it now, speaking down into it as if he could hear her from beyond the world of mortal wolves.
maegi is lost. she speaks, but not to ... not to the mother.
a hard swallow, one that hurt the woman's throat.
we fell into ruin after you left. we have not recovered. tell me, please
cicero
cicero. sheogorath. tell me you walk with the gods even if you cannot walk with
me
blackfeather.
no answer; no answer, save for the cawing of blackbirds.
a tear fell to the unyielding stone surface, and at last relmyna was silent.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - November 10, 2018
wintersbane does not mean to intrude. in fact he doesn't even mean to cross the listener's path at all. he approaches the place she is from an opposite direction, taking a break between his patrols only because he deems it necessary. if he could be a machine, if he could walk the borders constantly, without the need of food or water or rest he would. it's no secret the tundrian is on edge since the escape of the redhawk woman. redhawks had already been here — no doubt in search of her — and his anger towards the one responsible is an ever growing plague in his mind. it seethes like the bubbling lava — not reaching the surface but the pressure builds all the same as it grows heated. in secret, he wonders if this is the reckoning. if the end was coming for blackfeather ...and what they would do if it came. wintersbane is practical. he is logical. he always has been; but he is stubborn and he will go down with the ship until there is nothing left to salvage from the wreckage.
he hears her voice. quiet. raw. rare.
he hesitates.
it feels like a moment not meant for him to hear, nor bear witness to ...yet, no doubt she heard the approach of his heavy footfalls, unaware until he drew nearer that she was there at all. hesitantly, he draws nearer as she grows quiet and shrugs through the underbrush.
listener?are you alright? he conveys the unspoken question in her title, his tone tentative enough to communicate that he would leave if she wished to be alone, if she asked him to.
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RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - November 15, 2018
when he spoke, relmyna started, her shoulders tensing from where they arched above the stone.
cicero had not answered, but wintersbane had heard her all the same.
she straightened, lifting; her eyes could not leave the marker for the toxicologist's blood just yet, but presently relmyna tore her gaze away. against the cold grey light he was beautiful, worried, his eyes filled wth an expression that the scarred woman had recognized as belonging solely to her. for her. she swallowed.
loneliness; the claw of it scraped o'er her awareness and despite her better judgement, relmyna went to him with an aggrieved pallor to her features. if allowed, she sought to tentatively reach toward his thick ruff, toward the warmth of his larger frame, toward him and what he offered, the stoic tundrian with a heart that beat resolutely for blackfeather.
cicero had not answered, but wintersbane had heard her all the same.
she straightened, lifting; her eyes could not leave the marker for the toxicologist's blood just yet, but presently relmyna tore her gaze away. against the cold grey light he was beautiful, worried, his eyes filled wth an expression that the scarred woman had recognized as belonging solely to her. for her. she swallowed.
loneliness; the claw of it scraped o'er her awareness and despite her better judgement, relmyna went to him with an aggrieved pallor to her features. if allowed, she sought to tentatively reach toward his thick ruff, toward the warmth of his larger frame, toward him and what he offered, the stoic tundrian with a heart that beat resolutely for blackfeather.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - November 16, 2018
wintersbane offers her a sheepish dip of his head as his presence and voice causes her to start.
if she is offended that he has heard a bit — only a small bit — of her words to the death place of cicero ( he assumes, anyway ) she hides it graciously. the tundrian's glacial gaze studies her, focused and slow. he still can't shake the feeling that he's intruded on a private moment not meant for him but he is here and she has yet to chase him off with teeth bared.
the expression upon her face as she draws nearer is hard for him to read; and tentatively he assumes that it's not meant towards him. she draws closer still, until he draws breath — head lowered with unspoken inquisition — and draws in her scent, the longer tendrils of her pelage at the nape of her neck tickling his nose. wintersbane's intoxicated, instantly. drunk on her wholly; as if the dark priestess has cast upon him a spell. perhaps she has. perhaps it doesn't matter either way because he is unbothered. because his heart thrums in his chest like an unquiet drum whilst in her presence and all he wants to do is worship her like a sinner imploring for forgiveness at the alter ( her ).
it comes as no surprise for he's always revered and desired strong women.
she touches his thick ruff and her touch sets his body aflame. his blood burns hotly beneath flesh and thick winterforged pelage and the tundrian's throat lets out a low guttural rumble of it's own accord; seeking to convey that her touch is welcome, that is pleasing. if he is burning alive it is surely holy fire that consumes him. he wants to say her name, to let it fall freely from betwixt his lips like a lover's caress. he doesn't remember ever saying it. he alternates between what he calls her but it is usually always in respect to her rank(s). but he is not sure if she would allow it.
priestess,he murmurs in stead into the fur of her own scruff.
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RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - November 20, 2018
she would have allowed it, would have let him caress the syllables of the name sheogorath gave her so long ago with the steelfletching of his voice. anything he wished to call her — anything, so long as he did not draw from her. he was so young, and she aged, a wizening thing not long for the grave, and yet wintersbane touched her with a reverence shown to her by no other man. it was a singular and damning feeling; relmyna gave a sharp sigh against the down of his silverflecked coat.
slowly she lifted her chin, moving back and aligning until she might look into the fierce ice-glow of wintersbane's eyes. there were wolfesses younger and more suitable within blackfeather, and without; relmyna knew this truly, but still she could not shake the sense of worship that cloaked them now, that had always edged his movements and his words toward her. was she deserving of such things? the listener suspected not.
heart thudding too quickly in the delicate lines of her ribcage, relmyna swallowed, vulnerable suddenly, more than she should be, and yet uncaring. slowly she brushed her torn lips along the side of wintersbane's broad muzzle, the soft velveteen of the shorter hairs there like silk, her touch limned in a tremble she could not hide.
slowly she lifted her chin, moving back and aligning until she might look into the fierce ice-glow of wintersbane's eyes. there were wolfesses younger and more suitable within blackfeather, and without; relmyna knew this truly, but still she could not shake the sense of worship that cloaked them now, that had always edged his movements and his words toward her. was she deserving of such things? the listener suspected not.
heart thudding too quickly in the delicate lines of her ribcage, relmyna swallowed, vulnerable suddenly, more than she should be, and yet uncaring. slowly she brushed her torn lips along the side of wintersbane's broad muzzle, the soft velveteen of the shorter hairs there like silk, her touch limned in a tremble she could not hide.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - November 22, 2018
wintersbane feels her sigh, feels as it shifts through the outer tendrils of his thick winter pelage and feels concern tug at his brow as she pulls back. the moment does not feel shattered and the tension and worry that she is rejecting him soothes as her turquoise gaze — her eyes like twin gems, or like the warm waters of a tropical paradise — holds his own. the world outside of her has long since melted away to the tundrian. for the time being, it is just them.
is this how hades feels when persephone returns to him year after year still tasting of summer? still tasting of something that should be forbidden to him ( unworthy wretch that he is ) but is blissfully not?
her scarred lips touch along side of his muzzle and this time he does speak,
relmyna,rumbling her name like a prayer.
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RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - November 28, 2018
he spoke, he spoke, and it was her name that came from him, her title in his throat; her small body tensed at the sound of it, for she recognized not the sensation that gripped her now. something preternatural, soothing; a feeling of comfort, of warmth, and perhaps it was love. relmyna did not know, for her love thus far had been reserved and removed to one of maternal affection, for cicero's five children, never for herself.
it was only clear now that she craved the winterwolf in a way she had not with sheogorath, and without the oilsick feeling that accompanied her raw interludes with iliksis. no, no, no, this was
good, a pleasant thing, and relmyna did not feel she deserved it. but her heart lashed into a faster cadence all the same, and she drew back to regard him directly, testing the balance of his eyes with her level gaze. did he want also the wordless desire that had come to bear in her own secret heart?
it was only clear now that she craved the winterwolf in a way she had not with sheogorath, and without the oilsick feeling that accompanied her raw interludes with iliksis. no, no, no, this was
good, a pleasant thing, and relmyna did not feel she deserved it. but her heart lashed into a faster cadence all the same, and she drew back to regard him directly, testing the balance of his eyes with her level gaze. did he want also the wordless desire that had come to bear in her own secret heart?
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - November 30, 2018
very quick post before work.
wintersbane draws in a stilled breath, reveling in her closeness. in the feelings relmyna stirs and inspires within him. devotion. loyalty. desire. the knowledge that he'd die to protect her and her daughters ( despite that he doesn't think he's every formally met her pale child ). effortlessly, his admiration and affection for the listener had grown roots into something deeper. he realizes it now, during the wordless communication of their locked gazes.
he closes the distance this time, reaching forward to brush his muzzle against her's, leaving small nips along her jaw if she allows him; hoping to answer any unasked question she might've been harboring with his touch.
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RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - December 05, 2018
he was allowed, more than allowed; relmyna tilted her muzzle upward, throat vulnerable to a sudden slash of teeth she knew would not come, not from him. for there was more than affection in her heart, there existed a trust she had found for no other creature, for none had inspired it within her half as ardently.
she swallowed, trembling again suddenly, but desiring more from the tundrian, half-wondering if he would be repulsed by her want, or if he too pined for the same; was it right of her to need such things, still, still; oh! she cursed her thoughts and leant in to rake her own teeth through the fur along his throat.
she swallowed, trembling again suddenly, but desiring more from the tundrian, half-wondering if he would be repulsed by her want, or if he too pined for the same; was it right of her to need such things, still, still; oh! she cursed her thoughts and leant in to rake her own teeth through the fur along his throat.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - December 08, 2018
she allows him the small nips, tilting her muzzle skyward to give him better access. a low rumble of affection lingers in his chest as he traces the delicate curve of her throat — lovely and warm, the thrum of her heart beneath her flesh like a call to arms that his own heart answers with a responsive thump in his ribcage.
he loves her. he knows it in his bones, knows it by the unyielding and unflinching trust he feels even as her teeth rake through the fur at his throat.
he wants her in every way he could. physically; with an fierce ache in his body that he's never felt before for another. he wants her spiritually.
can a dark priestess belong to anyone other than the gods? could they have a union beyond flesh? of names? of ...families? more so would she even want to? he's never asked ( and now doesn't seem like quite the appropriate time ).
for the first time wintersbane is faced with a swell of insecurity. because she is divine. because has had others before him and he does not want to disappoint her with his inexperience. he knows what to do, trusts his body will not make a fool out of him but he's never ...
there is a flutter in his chest and he realizes he's nervous but tries so hard to keep it hidden, because he's afraid she'll change her mind if she knew. she could have anyone she wanted. someone older than him, more experienced.
deciding that facing his insecurity head on was the best course of action — just as he would an opponent in battle — wintersbane moves along the line of her body dropping love bites as he goes: at the junction of between her shoulders, at her shoulder, against her flank, at the curve of her hip, teasing, testing what is alright with her ( ready to backoff if something isn't alright with her ) and exploring.
relmyna is a divine gift and he intends to worship her as such.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - December 12, 2018
he became emboldened, seeking the sensitive places along her body, places that had not been touched before
there was a boy, insisted her mind, though relmyna had never understood the true nature of the whisper.
perhaps three lovers, then, in all her life, gone too long and growing bitter at its end. only iliksis had ever stoked her to greater heights, and now —
relmyna found herself suddenly frightened of what wintersbane might do. he would not hurt her, no, but could she bear the true unfurling of flesh? his desire, burning though the tight bindings of her own? she supposed she must merely trust him, allow him to lead, for already beneath her pale fur had her heart begun to race, her skin tighten with a thrumming warmth.
purling a low growl, she urged him onward. in times past, as she did with iliksis, the listener might have paused their liasion in pursuit of a more veiled place, but now it mattered not. let them look; let them see. she did not care, and presently snaked her muzzle 'round to nip roughly at his cheek, a loving show of her own want.
there was a boy, insisted her mind, though relmyna had never understood the true nature of the whisper.
perhaps three lovers, then, in all her life, gone too long and growing bitter at its end. only iliksis had ever stoked her to greater heights, and now —
relmyna found herself suddenly frightened of what wintersbane might do. he would not hurt her, no, but could she bear the true unfurling of flesh? his desire, burning though the tight bindings of her own? she supposed she must merely trust him, allow him to lead, for already beneath her pale fur had her heart begun to race, her skin tighten with a thrumming warmth.
purling a low growl, she urged him onward. in times past, as she did with iliksis, the listener might have paused their liasion in pursuit of a more veiled place, but now it mattered not. let them look; let them see. she did not care, and presently snaked her muzzle 'round to nip roughly at his cheek, a loving show of her own want.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - December 28, 2018
*coughs* i'm rusty af @ writing sexy timez.
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the graze of her teeth at his cheek was rough; affectionate and communicative that she wants this... that she wants him. it is all the assurance that he needs and though there is an idle worry that he might hurt her the fire that pools low in his belly grows increasingly insistent until it is the only thought that consumes him. instinct guides him now as he rises along her body, forelegs wrapping 'round her hips to draw her against him. the majority of his weight rolls back to his hind legs where he supports himself and keeps his weight off of her. a few sloppy rolls of his hips are given. there's never been a moment that wintersbane's been unsure of himself and it doesn't show now ( though there might be some embarrassment about not being able to get it in right away later ). his teeth graze her scruff as he rolls his hips again and they draw flush together and a whole new sensation washes over him.
it is here wintersbane pauses; joined with her, to assure that he hasn't and isn't hurting her. as much as he very badly wants to explore this new sensation, relmyna's comfort is also important to him and he wants to ensure that she enjoys it too.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - January 05, 2019
god me too LMAO
it was not until he carefully took her into his embrace that relmyna realized she would be his first, widening her stance almost instinctively to faciliate his entry. and for a moment, she wished to dart away; he was young, and she the very opposite, and she trembled within the circlet of his arms, ears falling back as a sigh wreathed from her throat.
then they were joined, and relmyna was surprised at how unfamiliar the warmth cascading through her loins seemed to be. had she not brought forth children? she was no maiden, and even so, her body remembered not the last time this had happened. only with iliksis, who had satisfied her darker cravings, but this was altogether new.
the sensation of his body both without and within soon stirred her pleasure, and the listener whimpered softly to wintersbane, her enjoyment spurred by what was to come.
then they were joined, and relmyna was surprised at how unfamiliar the warmth cascading through her loins seemed to be. had she not brought forth children? she was no maiden, and even so, her body remembered not the last time this had happened. only with iliksis, who had satisfied her darker cravings, but this was altogether new.
the sensation of his body both without and within soon stirred her pleasure, and the listener whimpered softly to wintersbane, her enjoyment spurred by what was to come.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - January 05, 2019
he tucks away any lingering uncertainty — not about this per say but about his obvious inexperience — to ruminate upon it later. later, later. when his mind isn't swimming with carnal urges and he is no longer as consumed with her. and she does consume him ...this is in a new way. a physical way. she trembles beneath him and he finds a moment of clarity to be concerned but the whimper she makes is quick to chase it away. it encourages him to proceed and he does so; the first thrust of his hips involuntary — a primal reaction to feeling her all around him.
it only serves to stoke the low burning fire he feels in his abdomen. another roll of his hips against hers follows. and another. and he falls into a steady rhythm easily. instinct guides him, despite that she is not in heat, and his muscles know what to do as if they'd done it thousands of times before. it is an archaic dance. older than the sky itself, he thinks. he readjusts his weight on his back paws mindful not to be a burden to her, forelegs tightening on her hips to draw her back against him with each roll of his hips.
her name lingers on the tip of his tongue at the building anticipation. of what, he doesn't know. he almost gasps it out but chokes on it at the last second and settles for a rumbling growl that tears itself from his throat into the hairs at the nape of her neck. wintersbane comes undone in a rush of heat — though he had plenty of stamina as a warrior ...this was quite a difference and no experience meant he ( just another thing to add to his list of things he'd probably feel embarrassed over later ) didn't last long. he dismounts her and his ears taper back with unspoken nerves.
a rarity for him...but it was easy to act confident even if he didn't feel it. except when his inexperience shows and there was no hiding it.
i...uh,should he apologize? not for being with her, of course, but because she was great and he was not ...great?
should have told you i'm new at all this.somehow giving voice to his ineptness sounded worse than it had in his head and it wasn't like his inner monologues were being particularly kind about it.
that was unfair of me.it was his way of apologizing without actually verbalizing 'sorry i sucked' despite that, that was the general gist of it.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - Relmyna - January 08, 2019
lol @ wintersbane <3 so cute. we can fade w ur next post as this is super outdated D:
he was careful with her, warm breath gliding through the fur at her nape; gently buffeted, relmyna swayed with each inward curve of his hips against her own, eyes drifting closed. while his body tensed and clenched with the pleasure of the experience, relmyna herself floated, connected intimately but with no true driving goal of her own zenith in mind.
the feel of his forelegs 'round her hips pleased the woman — she was eager to lose herself in the arch of his larger body over hers as they danced an old set of steps.
presently, her dark ears fell back as wintersbane grit out a guttural sound against her flesh; she was flooded with warmth, and for a time stood joined with the warrior. the absence of him from around and within her brought a brief sting of sadness to relmyna, as if for a short while wintersbane had driven it out.
a shake of her muzzle; she moved to kiss his cheek. he had done nothing wrong, for the listened had expected nothing of him, and a glance into the haunting colour of his eyes surely would convey that. a smile; relmyna backed some steps, inviting him with the narrow swing of her hips to follow her, where they might find another place, and she could show him more than he had learned this time.
the feel of his forelegs 'round her hips pleased the woman — she was eager to lose herself in the arch of his larger body over hers as they danced an old set of steps.
presently, her dark ears fell back as wintersbane grit out a guttural sound against her flesh; she was flooded with warmth, and for a time stood joined with the warrior. the absence of him from around and within her brought a brief sting of sadness to relmyna, as if for a short while wintersbane had driven it out.
a shake of her muzzle; she moved to kiss his cheek. he had done nothing wrong, for the listened had expected nothing of him, and a glance into the haunting colour of his eyes surely would convey that. a smile; relmyna backed some steps, inviting him with the narrow swing of her hips to follow her, where they might find another place, and she could show him more than he had learned this time.
RE: and when she looked, what could i ail? - RIP Wintersbane - January 20, 2019
she silently assures him that he'd done nothing wrong and there is a rush of relief within wintersbane. he lets out the breath in a relieved sigh that he hadn't realized he'd been holding. she smiles and the tundrian's gaze follows her as she backs up and invites him to follow her with a tempting, 'come hither' sway of her hips. obediently and eagerly, the soturi follows after his lover willing to learn what secrets she has to teach him.