Dawnlark Plains It isn't what it seems

@Wintersbane I hope the location is fine :)

Travelling seemed to be what she did on her spare time, getting to know when and where she could go and how far before the others would worry. Wondering around wouldn't be so bad if Grezig had finished training Elixir back at the Plateau. Things were different now and the wolfdog was more on edge than before, especially now that she could be smelled for miles it seemed.

After the sea lion shore she decided to go farther and see what else was out there. It wasn't that she didn't love the bay because she did and she would be back but meeting others and getting to know them, that's the rush that she loved. Elixir made her way through forests and over a small mountain and came to an open place.

The snow beautifully covered the ground almost completely untouched. Even without the rays of the sun it sparkled with every angle that could be seen. This was a serene part of life, knowing that things out there exactly like this unbothered snow exist. Elixir took it in for a while just watching everything. It was exactly why she had came out to explore.

it's perfect! thank you for starting! <3

wintersbane ventures the span of the taiga, making mental notes of territories where the herds migrate, favored bedding and grazing grounds. the purpose isn't strictly singular, either. he covers the territories of western half of the taiga to ascertain what he suspects: there are no packs. there are scents around the tangle — which he'd given a wide berth accordingly — but that is more than plenty of distance away from the permafrost hollows that he suspects the vartija does not need to ever cross their paths to hunt.

the taiga's been fairly evenly vetted by now and he is content that permafrost hollows is prime and ideal real estate. the plains are barren and he might've turned and headed back the way he came if he hadn't caught onto a peculiar scent mixed with one that strikes him as vaguely familiar. without necessarily consciously deciding to he follows after it, unsure of what about it that lures him like a sailor to the depths of the sea floor.

it doesn't take him long to find her — anything'd be hard to miss in this desolate territory — and he lets out a low chuff to announce his presence to elixir as he attempts to figure out why she smells so different to him than he can remember her smelling the last time they'd met.

The time she had taken to consume the beauty of the nature was interrupted by a chuff behind her, close but not enough for her to be alarmed yet. She took one last look before she stood and turned to catch a look at a familiar face. It was one she hadn't seen in so long but recognized right away. A small smile developed on her dog like features. It was Wintersbane, the man who said he had thorns, but she didn't believe it for a second. For the record she still didn't believe he had a bad bone in his body, maybe a sore one or two but not a bad one.

Wintersbane her voice was like fine wine as she let his name slip off her tongue. Elixir stopped just a few paw steps away from him, her cherry bombs looking up to see his eyes that were as blue as an iceberg. The wolfdog's tail slapped the ground every so often, How have you been? It's been so long since I seen you last. her smile grew a bit bigger as she ended the sentence.

she turns to face him and closes the distance that had previously existed between them, a few steps between them. his black, leathery nostrils flare as he drinks in her scent, swallowing thickly as that decadent scent that lingers like the sweetest and most forbidden perfume teases him. it's stronger now that she's so much closer and the tone which she says his name, smooth and different and just as fucking intoxicating as the scent that he swears is radiating from every single tendril of her fur.

his head feels buzzed and he takes a breath — which didn't help as much as he thought it should've — and focuses on her words, clinging to them to distract himself with. it works but temporarily; long enough for him to process her question and following statement and to formulate his response. busy, he replies vaguely. it was the truth. he has been busy ...still he realizes he could stand to be a bit more open. i left blackfeather. been trying to form my own pack —

i saw that blacktail deer plateau disbanded, he remarks in a way of trying to strike up a conversation, unaware that he might be lacking tact in bringing up the disbandment of her pack. ah, sorry if that's a sensitive subject. nice going, asshole.

Elixir wasn't sure why this feeling had taken her over like she needed to be close to him, rub her fur against his, just be so close.. It was hard to resist and she didn't want to resist it, so she wouldn't. She waited though as he spoke to her, she listened close to what he had been doing since she last seen him in the bloodened woods. As the masked man talked she maintained the eye contact.

Wintersbane mentioned the disbandment of the Plateau and it hit her in the heart, she hadn't known she left before then but in the back of her mind somewhere she knew as Issun had told her numbers were low when they had left. The bothered look didn't show on the outside as she was still interested in other talk with him. I'm glad you left Blackfeather Woods to journey on your own to form a pack, it looks good on you I must say. she looked him up and down giving a wink at the end.

It's okay, the disbanded would come sooner or later there. she said vaguely. Her tail slapped the ground impatiently with every second that rolled by. It was like she couldn't hold back any long as she walked along his sides brushing her fur against his teasingly just to come around to his face and whisper Sooo…

if wintersbane'd ever been around a woman in estrus before he'd been too young for it to affect him. he recognizes the buildup of desire, the heat prickling on his skin beneath his plush, silken pelage; and eventually the puzzle pieces begin to fit together in his head, one by one. ah. there's a cant of his head as she eyes him up and down and winks at him and he wonders if the pheromones she gives off affects him as they do how it all must affect her. it wasn't an easy choice. he tells her on the topic of blackfeather woods; there'd been a lot of guilt at first.

if she's heartbroken by the disbandment she doesn't show it. in fact, she seems to shrug it off and her words suggest that she hadn't been there during it's final hours. you sound pretty ok with that. he points out, but wasn't he the same way about blackfeather's potential fate? didn't there come a time when you just had to accept and move on with your life?

she draws nearer still and wintersbane stops breathing for a moment as her scent hits him at full force. the intoxication was gradual at first and now it slams him like a brick wall — and it only serves to add fuel to the fire of the feverish shiver that ripples down his spine as elixir rubs against his side. she circles around him and reappears on his other side, her fur and scent mingling against his own. a low, sultry noise rumbles in his throat, like rolling thunder in the far off distance.

so? he rumbles in response to her whisper, a quirk of his brow given, encouraging her to say what she leaves hanging at the end of that drawn out word.

Elixir understood it not being an easy choice for when she had left the Plateau it wasn't easy so she felt for him. No choice in life is ever easy and if it is then it must be the wrong one. she shared the words with him, it was wisdom that someone had passed along with her. It's why she had come to terms with  ever doing anything she regretted in life. There isn't ever a wrong choice, just a better one.

Though her heart belonged to the Plateau for much of her time here in the Wilds she knew one day she would look for better things and the others in it, they too longed for better things or at least she thought they had. Things happen. she said plainly, there was no explanation for her brushing it off. It could be the hormones of this season or maybe she just had come to terms with it in her own head, whatever it was it would come back later for her to sort.

After she had circled him he made a rumbled noise and it sent a heat wave through her body like she'd never felt before. The way his voice sounded when he questioned her so, teasing her to let him know what she actually wanted, drove her crazy. For a moment she stood there heart thumping against her chest, silence fallen and a tension in the air..

A bit hesitant she moved forward again, brushing the length of herself from her neck all the way to the tip of her tail under his chin. Why don't you show me that bad side you talked about so long ago she purred with a look back behind her shoulders, the tip of her tail still touching his chin. Elixir gave him a sly smile though her eyes played innocent.

she speaks about choices and that if they are easy that they are not right and he considers that ...as much as he can consider anything in the current circumstance. it is this inability to focus on anything that considers a whole lot of thought ( typical man, psh ) he does not further analyze her shrug off of the disbandment of her once-pack. there was no sense in it. she's accepted it and she's moved on.

wintersbane is still, statuesque as he processes her movements — noting her slight hesitation — before she brushes against him again, this time under his chin and exposes him directly to the tantalizing scent pouring off of her. velveteen ears slick back against his skull at her challenge. damnit. there's never been a challenge that wintersbane didn't want to meet ...so why should this be any different? because. because?

b e c a u s e

things could happen.

little pudgy squealing things.

or they could not happen. was there ever a guarantee? he doubts it.

so you wanna see the dark side, huh? wintersbane asks her, voice sultry and taunting; a step taken closer to her. his skin was on fire beneath his thick pelage and he reaches to nip at her back, left hip, giving her a chance to change her mind. he doesn't want her to — no he wants to do everything that every primal and carnal instinct in his body is telling him to do but he would respect her choice if it changes.

Her eyes dared him to do what she knew he wanted as he laid his ears back on his fur. The wolfdogs fluffy tail swaying to touch his chest every now and again. Then the way his voice had turned from just a regular talk to teasing her, it made her not want him but need him. A whine was threatening her throat teasing it much like the way she was doing the man that stood there. There was no turning back now which was fine with her.

The dark masked man nibbled at her back, left hip sending a chill that put her hair on end all the way up her spine. All she could do in that moment was close her eyes as her heart beat felt as though it was coming out of her chest. The way he was taunting her, showing her he could be that man he said he could, Elixir turned her head to look at him, if you have one she teased moving her rump back into his chest. Her look never left him, eyes still dared him to prove her wrong about what she said in the woods so long ago.

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i wasn't sure about your comfort level with mature themes ama so i tried to keep it vague. writing mature themes doesn't bother me but i'm cool with simply fading to black too. :-)

elixir's body language does not give him any signs of hesitation now. if wintersbane were a man of many morals he might've felt bad about this — about wanting the wolfdog, of taking what she offers him when he had no right to. however, he liked to operate in that very grey area where morals were a suggestion as opposed to a strict guide. the part of his brain that is still able to cognitively think considers that he'd very much like to be a father and that if he ever aided in bringing kids into the world he'd like to have the chance to be a father. a chance he'd denied arturo. he'd never had a father figure and what he remembered of arturo is ...vague at best. he'd been closer to lotte, after all —

— she taunts him back and presses her rump against his chest and those thoughts were abruptly severed. who fuckin' cared? maybe it would lead to cubs and maybe it wouldn't. maybe that was the chance they were both willing to take. she wanted him and he wanted her so bad that he ached. he was sotaherra and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

he wanted her.

he rises onto his hind legs and draws her back into his embrace, forelegs hooking around her hips to press her into the cradle of his own, teeth seeking and grasping her scruff with a rapacious growl rumbling in his chest. for the moment he's a bit like prince paris of troy and she is his helen of sparta and she is not his wife, not even his lover but is stolen to his bed all the same.

thus far wintersbane has to admit that stolen things are the best because of that intoxicating and addicting taste of forbidden that lingers.

I'm good with writing Mature themes. :) I went a little more in depth if that's ok? if you want to fade let me know? 

Right now all that was on her mind was Wintersbane and pleasure.. not kids or the responsibility they would bring- no but she would be reminded of it later. There was no feeling of guilt for how Ford might be after he finds out, she was in a trance that wouldn't break until Elixir got him. Her body felt like a fireball and she felt weak for him. Elixir pleaded with her eyes for him to take her right there, now.

When she saw him raise up her eyes closed as she readied herself for the force he would bear on her back. The wolfdog's back arched a bit as he brought her back into his own cradle. The feeling was much better than she'd imagined, when he grabbed her scruff and let out a rumble much like the thundery one he had teased her with before. It made it all the better. With every thrust she let out a satisfied whine, it was she was on a high literally floating on clouds. Even now, she wondered how she could egg him on, making him show her more of this dark side.

 Is that all you got?  she teased between short breaths. She stretched her neck back as best as she could through his strong grip and smiled mischievously at him.

that's fine! i'm a rusty af at writing sex posts though, as a fair warning, lmao.

there was a very grey area that existed between the moralities of right and wrong for wintersbane and that'd always been the area of life he'd chosen to operate in. that murky grey area where morals were fast and loose and changed depending on the situation, the day or even his mood. rules were meant to be broken and new ones forged — as the sotaherra of a foundling pack, well, making the rules was a freedom he'd have trouble surrendering.

each rock of his hips against her's in the steady rhythm he'd found draws satisfied after satisfied whine from her and it is music to his ears, each whine an encouragement heard even over the steady thrum of the war drum that is his heart. is that all you got? she teases him and his grip upon her scruff tightens in response. he reminds himself that he doesn't have to be as gentle with her as he had with relmyna; and hopes that with a some experience under his belt that he'll last longer this time than he had the first couple of times with his dark priestess lover.

wintersbane's grip tightens upon elixir's hips and his pace quickens, breath spilling between his lips in quick and shallow pants.

Elixir wasn't sure about how she felt at this point in time because maybe later she'd regret doing this with a man she'd only met just one time before or maybe she wouldn't but the thought had yet to even be glued in her mind. With everything else she was feeling right now as he was inside her it clouded anything or at least it felt like it.

The grip on her scruff was tightened after her teasing comment, all the more enjoyable for her. She couldn't help but release the whines as they built up from the pleasure that accumulated. Wintersbane quickened his rhythm and she planted her feet more sturdily. The hot breaths he was letting out tease during her hair upon her scruff. 

Elixir felt the feeling like riding a roller coaster and finally getting to the top and then shooting downward. Her hips were rolling with his, head tipped back and not her whines but this time a little more prominent.

since this is old and we have the actual conception thread going i went ahead and just wrapped this one up. i hope that's ok. ♥

he won't last long. a few more moments of drawn out bliss seize control of the tundrian before he reaches the tipping point. when he does, he gives a last rock of his hips against her's and tightens his grip as the world shatters and he spills his seed within her. strength waned and sides rising and falling with heavy breathes of exertion ( he really needs to work on that stamina, he thinks ) and he slides off of elixir's back so she does not have to bear the brunt of his tired weight. his movements are careful — mindful that they remain entwined — feeling more natural to stand back to back with her.

eventually the pair part and head off in their respective directions. wintersbane doesn't forget about their little tryst and what it might mean but he doesn't pin it to his focus either. it can't be undone and time would perhaps tell. maybe it wouldn't. either way he has a lot of work to do he reminds himself and slips back into work mode with relative ease as he continues his assessment of neutral territories of the taiga.