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[m] Oo - Ayovi - February 01, 2025
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Ayovi never thought restraint would be her verdict. But then, never in all her imaginings had she allowed herself the reality of being unwed by the onset of heat.
She understands now why it is called the fire.
The rut of her is free of sense, devoid of focus except by a deep, pleading pulse beneath her tail.
This waterland is frozen over and still her current is insatiable. Panting, she turns to groom herself— but it is no true satisfaction.
RE: [m] Oo - Faust - February 02, 2025
fuck.
the scent was thick in the air, impossible to ignore. it curled around him like smoke, burning low in his chest, igniting something deep, something primal. faust exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring as he lifted his head, catching it again, stronger this time. his jaw tensed.
he should turn away. he should leave before instinct took hold, before reason lost its footing. but his paws carried him forward anyway, slow, cautious, like a predator drawn to flame.
his gaze cut through the frost-laden reeds, searching. and there—golden, burning, panting—ayovi.
he stopped. hesitated. clenched his teeth, fighting the pull that wanted to bring him closer.
you shouldn’t— be alone.the words came low, hoarse, a warning as much as an admission.
RE: [m] Oo - Skorpa - February 02, 2025
regnvand's scent changed. skorpa was compelled to stay closer, though he did not seek to court ayovi. it was not his place; a woman of the north chose her own man. or men.
still, doggedly, he followed, unbathed, stained in newly browning blood, umber eyes and teeth to glint.
he wanted to lie with her. he did not think she was unaware of this. it was the warrior who drew skorpa from his watchful resignation, and he stepped from beneath the shadow of blue spruce to stare at the man who simply could not let ayovi be.
she would choose. his silence did not promise threat, not yet.
RE: [m] Oo - Jasper - February 02, 2025
just gonna make this worse, don't mind me! :D
What a mess. While the undertaker was more content collecting pine cones, he'd abandoned his pile in favor of the commotion. There was the blooming pale woman, the impossibly brash onyx man, and the unhygienic interloper. Both ought to be below the wraith's standards, he considered.
"Now comes the part where you two try an' kill each other?" Where did the loser want to be buried? This would be interesting.
RE: [m] Oo - Blackfell - February 02, 2025
cameo <3
crimson eyes are more than content to take in the sight.
this white-pelted she-wolf had bled her scent all across this glacier. drawing in competitors to war for the chance to impregnate her. let it be known: blackfell was not one of them.
he's more interested in the dark northman. his blackened top lip curls upwards, toothy canines protruding in a faint snarl.
the blackbird turns, a shadowy figure lurking atop the ridge in the distance, watching with scrutinizing eyes.
RE: [m] Oo - Ayovi - February 02, 2025
It was his voice.
A part of her knew— had always known, since the initial encounter on the cliffside, that Faust would claim this of her. It was why she had moved herself across the taiga, when logic and sense were still hers to command. Now his voice cuts as ice and she shudders, the licking abates. Over her shoulder she sees the edge of gold-tipped guard hairs and feels her tail flick in ravening answer.
Would he be gentle? Would he be kind?
Her body cries out to him in anticipation. Yet it is not the evergreen she finds, but the licking of instant fire as the scent of slaughter descends over her.
“Skorpa,” she tongues between pants. Her season had come upon her during the freeze and wakened desire— but before that Ayovi had been curious of the one northman she trusted.
Now they stand again in this triangle, and in the deep craving haze the huntress feels her tail flag. Shame and guilt drive up within her, she fears another fight while her honor crumbles to dust.
The tangling scents of more men grip her in fear— one to tease, one to play voyeur. Ayovi pushes herself protectively against the ice, silently cursing the way her nerves sting in response.
RE: [m] Oo - Faust - February 02, 2025
silent, still, unreadable—but his stomach turned.
the barbarian—skorpa, she had called him—was a grotesque thing, a beast caked in the scent of blood and battle. the kind of man who reveled in violence, who did not claim with love or promise, but with brute force. faust had known men like him before. had seen the aftermath of their victories, the way they tore through women like they did their enemies.
and yet, ayovi did not turn him away.
she was lost in the fire, trembling with need, but her voice had named the northman first. not him.
another scent drifted close—another man, watching. he felt it coil around them like a trap waiting to spring. faust took a step back, then another. his jaw clenched. he would not fight her. he would not play this game, this sick little dance that left him twisted and hollow.
RE: [m] Oo - Skorpa - February 02, 2025
skorpa did not think ayovi wished another fight, and in truth he did not wish to raise teeth against the drengr again. worth it! she was worth a hundred dead warriors, but rainwater had never asked such a sacrifice from him before.
still, he was reluctant to withhold his posturing, and when ayovi named him, he strode forward with the heavy step of confidence. still — no rush to claim nor to touch, filthied beast standing by as she made her choice.
the stranger was of no account; skorpa saw no necessity to taunting, and ignored that man in favor of the first. another lurked and his muscles tensed to life.
her scent grasped at him, tore at him, and skorpa was silent in his own want, his own need. choose, said his gaze. either of them were more than strong enough to protect ayovi through her time; she would not be at the mercy of many save for this one demanding moment.
not a word need be said. he would know.
RE: [m] Oo - Ayovi - February 02, 2025
gonna post again in the interest of keeping this moving! Jasper welcome to hop in anytime, but this is the last for me <33
The protective shield of Skorpa drew forward, but with him a manner of death. Ayovi was sickened by her lust, by just how much the thought of his touch excited her, and likewise the welling repulsion — his scent, his face, how he acted the day he’d almost torn her throat.
The indigo eyes sought Faust, who had only repelled her through his violence. Who’s attraction commanded her; who’s weight she craved even as he backed away from her, a muscle leaping in the hard jaw where teeth clenched over tongue. The hemlock-green gaze; it is cold. She believed then he would leave her to the plight of the shadowy creature if it meant he could not have her first.
Swiftly she makes her turn, trembling legs anticipate a gallop, far from here, down into the channels of hard blue ice. But not before indigo catches the struck flint of the northman’s eyes. She does not reach for Skorpa— only her whine asks him to follow.