Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

Setting: Night — 23:34. 70 degrees — clear skies plentiful of stars, light breeze.
Set on the western edge of Paranoia Peaks.

@Dove

Donovan has been inspecting the land he lives in now for quite some time. Eager to to explore and map out all it has to offer, he wanders south of Warrior’s Heart. The sand dunes draw his eye from the distance and he knows he has to head there. It takes him an unknown amount of time to reach them. Finding even with his wide paws, it’s difficult and borderline annoying to walk in the loose sand. Still he continues on. An eery silence hangs in the air as he surveys the horizon. An uncomfortable feeling spiderwebs down his back. He doesn’t know quite what to think of it, but with stern features he continues on.

She had been out here once before, but when was that? Was it just yesterday she had come to this crimson sand covered landscape to find where to place her alter or wast hat the day before? Ah, she could not remember. It seemed she was not keeping track of time, instead she was enjoying her time inside the blood colored canyon. The feeling of when the breeze made its way through pass, the new discoveries within the unique locations. She found it quite a treat, somethign she did not know she would like.

Slowly she moved along the loose sand, the webbing between her toes coming in handy once again, another reason that being mixed with both wolf and dog was an advantage that others refused to see. Finally she could a lone rock, something that was probably covered most of the time but at this movement was a nice change from reprieve from the constant shifting under her delicate looking paws. She let her rump fall against this solid slab and looked up to the twinkling heavens, the stories and formations playing in her mind. Ah she could do this every night.

His wandering only gets him so far until he’s seeing an odd white shape in the near distance. A slave to his constant and undying curiosity, he head in that direction. Creating over a sand dune he reveals himself to the creature and his eyes light up in recognition. It’s the ever so innocent looking Dove. 

Unintentionally, his mouth curls into a smile and he’s pacing through the loose granulates to bear her. He greets the wolfdog with a polite call of her name and a “How’re you this fine night?” as he saunters to stand beside her. His eyes practically matching the shimmering light of the stars, the vibrant yellow glowing in the dim lighting.

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Stories clouded her mind, images of how the stars looked if they were to life. It would be curious if one were to mix the stories, maybe it was not Orion that slain medusa but the bull, Taurus? What if she was not slain at all, what if they had left her be? Even with her mind clouded she heard his approach, the same shifting with each step.

His words came and her mismatched eyes fell from her silent companions, his form becoming silvery in the moonlight that highlighted her own body with ease. She had not meant to but a smile came in return to his own, warm and welcoming. "I am doing alright, my Lord, a bit restless. How about yourself?" She spoke smoothly, adding his title as a fun additive.

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He enjoys the look of her mismatched irises, so unique. Like a battle of fire and ice. Intently so, he looks into them, catching her eyes his smile never falters. Really it only seems to grow as she answers him. The unmistakable title flits through his ears; he hasn’t been called that in a long, long time. Or really just a few months now. Had to keep up appearances when his father was around, though he himself doesn’t really care if they call him lord. Damn did his father do though. He’d beat someone's ads if they didn’t address him properly. He’s a bit more lax than he is though, if it isn’t obvious enough.

“Always.” He answers back to her question. Then his smile becomes devilish when he meets her gaze. “Perhaps I can tire you out with a spar, darling.” He offers with a wink. He would love to tire her out another way as well but he’s sure she’d deny him in a heartbeat.

His suggestion was as welcomed one, a spar was a welcoming way to tired them out. After all, they were awake this late at night and other might think more than a spar happened in this desert location. Would they think their explanation was an excuse, and if they did did she care? She gave a chuckle when she realized the answer was no, she would not care nor answer their queries. With a quirk of her colorless brown and eyed him,  she was sure he wanted note than just a spar but she was not going to correct him.

Again she chuckled as she pinned her ears, widened stance, narrowed her eyes. "Ah, are you sure it's not an excuse to get close to me?" she scrunched up her neck as she she gave him a more shark-like smile, "give me your best shot my lord."

Roll here!

Donovan eyes her mischievously and copies her body language. His eyes never leave her own until she lets out her teasing remark. “Mm, maybe it is, maybe it’s not.” He sings back. “Don’t fret, dear, I will.” He challenges and instantly he’s charging towards her.

The lose sand beneath his paws makes it a work out all in its own to make it towards her, let alone actually hit her. Yet somehow he manages. He’s brushing past her left side to grasp gently at her curled tail and give it a sweet, playful tug  on his way out. He’s sure not to underestimate her. Sometimes the cute ones are the dangerous ones.

Oh, he wanted to be that way. The man had jokes and she could only chuckle in response, he challenged back and then lunged. Instead of trying to escape his advances she made a move of her own, stepping off of the solid rock within this desert and learned that the sand was a new obstacle. 

She felt his teeth on her curled tail and she let out a playful growl, lunching towards his unguarded backside. Her teeth aimed for his curled tail but the sand caused her to stumble, her teeth clicking together. Well.. that was an iinteresting result.

His teeth show in a playful smile towards the white shewolf, especially when he hears her own little growl she gives when he tugs on her fluffy curled tail. She too tries to give him a piece of his own medicine but it seems the sand beneath their feet is getting the better of them. Teeth clicking in response to a missed hit he takes the opportunity to dash towards her once more. Though this time as he near he rears up onto hind legs, preparing to use massive paws to push her body down into the sand. He too seems to have failed this time and he’s chuckling at his own mistake. 

Spinning his head to stop on the other wolf dog he smirks. “You got lucky that time, snowball.”

She growled softly, this was not a real fight but something that could be called a playful spar. So far he was the only one to land a hit but she wanted to change her odds, she watched as he lifted his paws off the sand and aimed them for her back. Oh, she was not standing for that. The priestess moved just as he seemed to loos his balance, hey, that was not a bad idea. She smiled just as his taunt reached her colorless ears, snowball? She moved to continue his balance issues but of course she calculated wrong and skid on the grainy surface, so were were taunting every time they missed? "I think it's you that is lucky, bumblebee." She grinned, waving her tail high even though she had failed as well.

He laughs whole heartedly at the name she throws his way. Bumblebee — he’s heard better. So he furrows his brows challengingly at her. “That’s the best you got? Snowball was so much better than bumblebee.” He comments in a honey sweet voice.

Though right when he finishes his sentence he’s running towards her and this time his paws slip out from underneath him and he goes tumbling into the sand. Embarrassing enough as it is he had originally planned to tackle her but it seems luck has different plans. He ends up flat on his back with dark limbs splayed out and he shakes his head looking up to her with a smirk. Beginning to get up he smiles almost bashfully. “That was embarrassing.” He chuckles as he calls himself out for his clumsiness.

She gave a laugh as she smiled up at him, "Oh, the most harmless bee was not good enough for you? Would you rather: chipmunk, skunk, kitten, oh! Or maybe you would rather Stripes?" She gave a list of rather small animals before giving him a name a human's pet might be called, he even claimed his nickname was better!

Another laugh came just as his charging ceased due to a balance issue, her mismatched gaze followed how the sad seemed to give him the slip. It took him down beautifully but that was not where the comedy happened, no, it was the fact that he had landed on his back like a turtle. "For you maybe, but that was quite fantastic Stripes." She moved just as she finished her sentence, jumping from the ground with the help of a shifting sand. Somehow she had managed to pounce on him, before playful biting his chest fluff all the while a growl rumbled though her chest into him. Her tail swayed along her back as she kept her hold, triumphant!

He was going to say, Those some pretty good nicknames, snowball. Until his ass flies off the ground and lands on his back. Now she’s there giving him his own taste of medicine and taunting him like there’s no tomorrow. He can’t help the rumbling fit of laugher that breaks loose from his maw. It’s thunderous and genuine as his honey eyes crinkle up at the corners, teeth showcased impressively in a wide, mirthful smile.

She tells him that what just happened was fantastic and he can’t help but agree and give a jesting “Thank you.” Or that’s all he’s able to get out before she’s pouncing on him. He struggles to look down to her, the plume of his jaw and neck framing his face adorably. He even feels her teeth nipping and biting at his chest and the growl emoting from her throat.

He grabs her fluffy head with large paws, soft enough for her to easily pull out of his grasp,  it enough to make it seem like he’s trying to wrestle her off. His golden hues never leave her form as he smirks down at her. “Whoa, if you wanted to be on top of me all you had to do was ask.” He teases, trying to maneuver himself out from beneath her but not really trying all too hard.

There waa no escaping his gentle grip, she gave another vibrating wave of growling through his fluffy chest as a warning but his words grew a huffing laugh as kept her hold. Oh, that's how he wanted to be? As an answer she shifted, hernback legs stepping over the back half unless he protested. It was then she dropped her weight onto him, another growl coming from her chest followed by a laugh.

The she wolf keeps her hold on him and he’s wrinkling his lip comically at the occasional painful nips that blossom where her teeth bite against his chest. Her own growl resonates and vibrates into his body and the silky laugh that is released from her maw has him giving her a heavy look. Though, the look is more heated with potential suggestiveness rather than malice.

Then he watches as her raised half sidesteps over him, placing a paw on either side to straddle him. His brows shift skyward and he’s eyeing her even harder now as she lowers her weight onto him. Her body pressed close to his, he urges himself to not let anything obvious show. You know, the whole Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me? kind of thing. He’s convincing himself to stay innocent, yet he’s not entirely sure if she’s trying to do the same.

Eyeing her suspiciously yet with a heated glint in his molten gold eyes, he chuckles down to her. “I think I like you right there much more, darling. What do you think?” Well, theres goes the idea of being a decent wolf and not hitting on her. What can he say?

A smile seemed to appear on her features but one might not notice as she was still gripping his chest hairs in her teach, she gave one last growl as she looked up into her leader's lust filled eyes. Molten gold to fire and ice, and both seemed to be filled with a rather familiar heat. She thought of making a comment about having an antler down there if he was just happy to see her but she refrained, she was an innocent little mutt right? Yeah, like that was believable here. 

At last she released her grip and her smile could be seen, she tilted her head at his comment and could only give a chuckle that could be taken be taken as for something darker. "Ah, is that so?" She baited him to tell her more, "Yes, I think I like this very much. Is this where I hump you can claim that I am alpha?" She chuckling again, moving her hips slightly before looking around like an innocent little girl. What, I am just a helpless little witch. I would never be so lewd.

After Donovan’s low, sultry words. Yes, the ones he couldn’t help but saying. The she wolf’s heterochromatic gaze flicks up to him and she finally relents her tight pull of his chest fur. He’s unable to look away. With bated breath, he watches her with wild interest as she tilts her head. He seems like he’s being mind controlled at the heated way he gazes at her. Especially when that silky, smooth laugh bubbles up from her throat. Oh fuck. Is all that passes through his mind. Abandoning all hope he’s way to committed to remain innocent.

Ah is that so? She practically purrs to him. He’s enraptured by her pristinely white fur and her next words make him smile, his own chuckles coming forth to sound throughout their auds. But then he breaks. A piece of his soul (if he has one) cracks off and dies when she swivels her hips on his own. If what he was trying to hide beneath there wasn’t obvious then, it’s definitely obvious now.

“Fuck. I might even let you, dear.“ He hums deeply beneath her administrations. Two massive paws contrast starkly against her snowy pelt as they come to paw at her sides, the appendages weakly gripping as much as he’s able to. Shamelessly he grinds back up, the frictions getting to him. If she keeps up like this then they might just a different problem on their hands.

Dove's Exit unless stopped ;)

Her effect on him did not go unnoticed, not unnoticed at all. This brought a smile to her lips, one that was darker than the last. It showed him what she was thinking, that she had won weather he thought the same or not. This fight went to her merely on her tactics, the way she played him in the position they were in. Another chuckle came as his massive paws slid over her side, a weak grip as his own hips thrust against her own. She might have to pour some cold water on this big boy before he made things a bit more binding, how fun that might be. 

She found power in his words as she shifted her hips one last time, her lips parting so that she might rake her tongue over his exposed jugular. A parting kiss as the innocent wolfdog rose to her feet, her smile showing both sorrow and playful invitation. "Another time kitten, I'll prove I amyour alpha." Her voice practically purred down at him as she stepped back, untangling their limbs before turning away from him. Her curled tail swaying along her back. 

Before she attempted to leave this little battle, she looked over her shoulder with a grin fitting for a devil rather than an angel. She had know what she had done to herself and to him. "Thank you for the exercise kitten lord, I look forward to the next time." Her words dripped with honey as she started to leave him, on his back, in the sandy dunes of their home.

Donovan is vibrating with excitement. He can hardly contain himself. He wants to jump on her and completely ravish her. The tension between them is palpable and his eyes roam over her form, heavy lidded and fiery with want. Even as she goes to lap a spotted tongue over his throat he hums contently.

Then suddenly she’s chuckles darkly, pulling back, up, and away from him. Oh does he love being played at his own game. She’s purring down to him and he’s soaking it up like a fucking sponge.

He replies and his voice is sultry. “I hope you do, darling.” 

He doesn’t feel indifferent about being left hanging out in middle of the desert. There’s always better luck next time. He doesn’t even know if he can wait that long. Either way he lies there with an embarrassing hard on and gives a comical wave of a paw. “Hope to see you soon, princess.” He practically growls, heat evident in his tone. A sly wink follows as well.