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[m] mica - Muskrat - June 20, 2024 Mature Content Warning![]() The participants have indicated the following reason(s) for this warning: pre estrus, havent decided if she will be receptive at any point, so approach at ur chars own risk! <3 ![]() swamp panther women carved dens of sacred red clay for this time, and therein their men visited them, to conceive children there inside the dome of earth which resembled a womb. RE: [m] mica - Viinturuth - June 20, 2024 Viinturuth had seen the red flame from a distance, had heard tales of her from his brother. He had felt to real interest in gaining a better understanding of her, however, until she announced her leave of the creek and took herself Westward. He pursued her into the mountains, certain that he knew the reason why she'd rushed off into the wilds beyond Swiftcurrent. It was the way of many young she-wolves, he understood: to search far and wide for a suitable mate when her body chose to flower. Viinturuth could smell it, he was sure, and he doubted that he would be the only one. When he found her on the rugged peaks she had settled herself to sleep. His own bones and muscles ached from the climb but he kept watch from a short distance away, alert to any who might try their luck. RE: [m] mica - Muskrat - June 20, 2024 ![]() when her eyes opened, it was to take in the form of a vaguely familiar man, and one who appeared to have followed her many miles from the creek. muskrat's lip curled in annoyance, and she kicked a stone toward the egret. RE: [m] mica - Worldeater - June 20, 2024 can be a cameo if he is not acknowledged
up, up, up did he climb, high to the clouds of floating madness. legs shook like jello while a sinful heart threatened to pound from his chest and splinter ribs to break free. pretty was a scent on the wind, sweet like honey. but he was no bee nor bear, and the allure to it was out of boredom for the world. climb yet he did, straight to the open claws of a lustful trap waiting beneath a cloud of cover. words spat between two bodies before an amused chuckle broke free from the stained cage of fangs like lined his smile. a crackle shivered it's way through joints as he sat off some distance to watch, faintly occupied by the dance of strangers. |