a day and a night the obsidian traveled, seemingly without tire.
the next morning found her rising in fire; in hunger, both for what she sought and the meat her muscles demanded from such a long time of exertion.
mireille was able to hunt for herself; but slyly she switched hindquarters into the wind, fanning her fragrance along as if it were a cologne; why exert herself for any man?

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Amadeo - January 16, 2024

I COULDN'T NOT

for days the anti-father ran, hid, nursed his own wounds; what remained of his encounter with the heathens was a hideous scar that now left a blaze of pink, irritated skin upon his back. he could not ignore it for much longer, and he knew this.
his daughter was close. he felt her presence somewhere near here, along with many others. he grew irritable at the thought of faceless figures who might have been touching her, who provided for her. he wonders if there are any children with her face that he does not know of.
but while he trailed closer like a huntsman following a doe, something else caught his attention; ah. it was that time of year, was it not?
a beautiful little thing, she, the siren. he had not seen one quite like her. andras approaches her silently, unbecoming; sunlight glimmers on the untainted side of his body in a way that almost made him look painted in shades of indigo.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Mireille - January 17, 2024

TELEPATHICALLY I CALLED;

senses flaring; eyes found the shadowed man and approval touched the emerald flicker. he was well-made, tall, muscled; the purplespill of sunlight through his dark pelt brought him higher in her regard.
she circled; her eyes found the pinked scar but it detracted nothing from the man, for had not both her mothers been scarred with their battles?
perhaps he too had sought his own.
mireille stole close; fanned a curtain of her want around them, then stepped back with a wry grin.
"bring me meat."

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Amadeo - January 17, 2024

bold! foreign! andras had never before seen such in a woman. she was lucky she had already earned his good graces.
sure, he will entertain it. he is but a man, and the heavens called upon him to her for one reason or another. she needed him much more than he her, and he saw it now in the way her tail fanned in a scarlet ribbon.
he does not move closer, not yet. the silversmoke eyes dilate in an open display of wanting. what kind do you seek?

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Mireille - January 17, 2024

"surprise me," breathless; the wind in her teeth;
deliberately she sat, brow arched and intention clear: there would be no further entertainment unless he proved himself in this way.
mireille was interested to know how the man rose to this task — or if he would at all.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Amadeo - January 18, 2024

a surprise. a passing thought told him to be cruel; he could simply take what he wished from her, and it would make no difference. but the drum of pain radiating from his shoulder told him otherwise — and he was nothing if not chivalrous.
with a soft puff of air from between his lips, he turns westward, back to his makeshift camp not fifteen minutes away. there, he still had the remains of a young beaver hunted the night prior. the best parts remained intact. he returns to the place he had found her and drops it confidently at her feet; take it or leave it.
hopefully, she would make this worth the loss of his dinner.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Mireille - January 18, 2024

remains, not something fresh. something chewed over and picked on; she ignored the choicer cuts and cast her eyes over him with a slow crawl.
mireille found him good to look at, handsome; her skin was warming to him even now and she touched her lips with tongue.
but it was not good enough. anyone could find carrion. she wanted her test fulfilled before he embraced her hips, and leant back on one forearm with a raised brow as if to say it.
if he would not, another would; they both knew this, and the obsidian waited for him to capitulate.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Amadeo - January 20, 2024

i'm so sorry mir i felt horrible writing this

she is not satisfied.
she stares at him with an indignance he had never before seen in the face of a woman. and now, the father himself felt his chest swell with contempt.
hackles flared, his lips peel back in a snarl and in one fell swoop, his paw rakes through the air toward her jaw. blood surging, furious with ink-black lust that could only be satisfied by the touch of her back to his chest.
you will give me what i want, tongue unfurling, reaching toward her mouth; or i will take it from you, witch.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Mireille - January 21, 2024

his man's anger telegraphed too much of his intention. she caught his claws on her chin, the flesh already welting, bruising up the side of her jaw.
there was no hesitation when mireille lunged for him, jaws parted and shoulder ready to deal a heavy blow, as heavy as she could manage. she wanted blood and meat; she wanted the measure of his hide, and in the seawolf blazed a hot and fervent hatred for men and their existence.
he was larger than she, with heavy muscles; mireille was younger, hard-bodied from a life spent in salt and on cliff; her grapple was ready and her eyes burned with challenge.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Amadeo - February 04, 2024

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she turns with her own strike. a brave girl!
and she is spry, well-oiled with the gift of youth; she had that on him. he feels the bruising upon his skin from the harsh jab of her shoulder. he will not have this.
it is dangerous, the move he makes to reach for her scruff with his teeth; to wrap his arms 'round her hips and suffocate her beneath his light. there is no guarantee he will be successful.
and if he is not, that is between she and god. perhaps she is merely unworthy.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Mireille - February 12, 2024

he was tight-muscled and strong, a stone which weighed down at her hips. but mireille was the sea which found its way between stones, and twisted before his vile entry, clamping shut her legs and raking out at his flank with the claws of her hindpaws.
her nape bled profusely; her teeth snapped wildly all around, seeking his ear, his cheek.
he would not quell her, not this day.

RE: [m] gwo pwen - Amadeo - February 17, 2024

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andras is stunned by the way she breaks free from him so easily. she is not left without her mark, however; his scar upon her nape, the blood that seeps from it; crimson stains upon beautiful cinnamon. soon, it would rust. even if her body were to repair the damage, he would always know that she had once been his, for only a moment.
perhaps that was enough for him.
her own teeth meet his cheek, and decidedly, andras did not want his own blood to paint the grassland. he flies backward in a ribbon of soot, a chuff erupting from his nostrils as he begins to back away, now without intention to face her again. if he is not pursued, he plans to disappear; to grant her this one act of sinful, wretched mercy.
but she would suffer for this, in due time. he was sure of it.