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white claw - Ikkalrok - June 29, 2020
protective mama bear warning. she's holing away til birth day!
Ikkalrok knew the time was near. The den was dug, and she slept outside it every night; she knew that soon, she would not feel the wind on her back... instead, there would be the still, stale air of the whelping den. A frustrated huff came forth from leathery nostrils; she was a woman made for the elements. The heat was bothersome enough. She longed for ice, for snow. But she had found a place no bear would go or had ever been here—perhaps the single one that might exist within this keep, though she could not be certain of that.
She rest on the earth and let out a groan. This feeling was miserable, and the warmth from the Summer inescapable. Ikkalrok's eyes moved toward the babbling brook nearby, and she rose only to lumber slowly toward it before dropping unceremoniously within it. The cold brought some relief, and Ikkalrok closed her eyes to rest, the feel of the water soothing and her chin propped up on the earth just beside it. She did not sleep, though; she listened to all that was around her.
RE: white claw - Revui (Ghost) - July 06, 2020
Revui lingered by the brook. He was statuesque, with the thin light veiling his face, transitioning his cold gaze in to deeper blues. He had been ignorant of the changes in Ikkalrok of late; her shifting attitude and generally fickle nature burned through his limited patience, so when he found her he was almost shy in his assessment of her.
He stepped in to the brook and dipped his nose in, feeling the refreshment of the water flowing across his chin. He drank a breath's worth, swished it in his mouth, let it dribble out the corners as his head raised again. She was sprawled nearby, looking heavy and healthy, and he watched the undulation of her sides as she lay for a moment.
He approached stiffly, and the closer he got the more enamoured he became by her presence - going so far as to step over her so he loomed above, and tugged at her fur with his teeth, aroused, seeking satiation.