Silvertip Mountain Big up yourself 'cause you know they don't

private, possibly some very mild mature content/references 

 

it was beginning to dawn on her that there might be a value to following nature's wishes for her as a woman. mira had no sentimental desire to be a mother, but to have power was something she did long for. the ideal situation for her would be to not interact with a male at all to create her mini-selves. if they could appear out of thin air only by her mind, that would be greatest. creatures with only her blood, resembling only her and her mother, ostregas born for greatness and to serve as workers beneath her command, keeping hold over moonspear. 

unforetunately, that wasn't exactly possible. science n shit. bummer. 

the next best thing would be to find the perfect male for the job. as she had never had a need nor wish to, mira had never actually... done that, before. but there were few things in this world that really scared her and although she did hate the idea of letting someone on top of her, even for a minute, she supposed as long as it was someone she was confident she could overcome in a fight, maybe she would be okay. if he got any funny ideas she could always leave him bleeding out after, mira decided. 

her heat had been going on for a few days already, now she was in the middle of it. the remnants of her scent trail could likely be tracked through a couple territories that she'd moved through. now upon the low slopes of the mountain, she strolled at dusk, presently content from an earlier meal and yet restless with some expectation. anticipating. perhaps the world would send her the optimal situation- otherwise she would be forced to return to the other idea, which was to become socially likable enough to recruit outsiders who would give their loyalty to her and her alone. she wasn't exactly a friendly wolf by nature and that would likely be a bit of a challenge for her. but if she had kids, there was no need to be "socially likable", right? she would be their one social standard. she would be the creator of their world and plant ideas in their head from their very childhood. perfect. 

mira was confident she could overcome whatever the challenge, yet remained ready for the perfect opportunity to present itself to her. her tail swished back and forth anxiously, spreading her scent in the air as she moved along stone trails without destination.

the preacherman was  hungry.

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her willy aroma had him roped and pulled, oh yes. fragrance mother nature granted all her daughters.

he'd kept to the trail she left behind, the temptress, and wound around a path his feet knew, but the mind was fogged and focused, fogged and focused.

only her. only her.

and when she was shown to him, black vixen iridescent under sun's heat, such a vicious strength went up his being! he thought, for sure, the sky had struck him.

but it was only she. only she.

a gruff bark announced him, and apophis strode to match her pace, head bowed, tail dropped and ears splayed.

but the grin which split his snout was jagged like a knife.

when his bark split the air mira’s attention was latched onto him. when she turned she saw a dark figure that briefly reminded her of her own kin. but he was marked by a splash of rusty orange upon his neck, and the thing that stood out the most was the fact that he looked… unhealthy. underfed, foul-smelling… he was perfect. perfect, because she did not think this was a man that could truly harm her even if he wanted to, nor steal away her eventual soldiers if she had them and some fatherly instinct consumed him.  

his head was bowed, his ears flattened and tail lowered, though she could see an odd smile on his maw… she wasn’t sure what exactly it signified, though she knew she was likely the thing that had drawn him here. she considered him for a moment, her stance never wavering- her own tail was raised high with pride, and despite likely being shorter than the lanky male, she seemed to look down upon him still, chin tilted upward. 

it was mira, after all, whose scent was most alluring, she who was strongly-built, she who would one day be a queen as she deserved. her solider children would become heirs to her throne after helping her get it back and they would rule knowing that the moonspear would be held by hydra’s children and grandchildren as it was meant to be. if she chose him, they would be marked by his blood too, even despite being ostrega by name.

she chuffed to him in a wordless greeting after some moments of looking him over with an unnerving yellow gaze. she knew not of the history between their bloodlines, only that he was here and there was only limited time for her to put her plan into motion. her tail waved over her back, only fanning the scent further. do you want me? was her single question, uttered with a pure straightforward curiosity rather than any seductive implication. if he did, perhaps she would be his for just a moment until they were strangers again.

a lil' beastie she was, appealing to him with her pitch back fur in a manner one could call freudian. forward, too. apophis liked that. apophis liked women that knew their use.

with daring, he thrust his muzzle forward nearer her side, and took in a lungful of her airs.

her.

opulent.

his.

like root want for rain, missy. the man had a subtle drawl and a voice like a strangled toad, one twenty years into a nicotine addiction, but he spoke langudly like he'd done nothing but talk since the teat.

far from the truth, but life was a strict teacher.

and ya want me back, spoken gruffly, hushedly. doncha?

pulling closer, "like root want for rain, missy." his manner of speech was unlike any she had ever heard. what mira lacked in desire she made up for in curiosity- and this man made her curious. about himself, and about his potential to provide what she needed. his voice had a rasp like the sound of something being dragged against stone, or like dry grass crackling as it burned. 

he asked if she wanted him back. did she? mira did not want for anyone, she only ever wanted pawns in her game. she wanted his nectar to bring her army to life, not him. but even if this dance did not come naturally to her, she had lived enough years to know how she was meant to play along. she would not fumble her opportunities by wearing her icy heart on her sleeve; a mask of sweetness would have to do.

i do, she cooed back, only you, stranger. voice low, still not particularly feminine in spite of her attempt. i can be yours for a little while if you want this, as long as you will let me go freely once our moment is passed. she was not the girlish sort that men might chase to be their wives, but she preferred not to risk it. if they saw eachother again, she would not flirt or beg for his affections- they would be acquaintances, for she saw little room for romance in her world, and had failed to ever truly understand it.

he was not looking for a long love. for the hook-line-sinker.

apophis dared the teeth of a woman again, and huffed into her rounded ear.

i am a free man myself, missy.

a chuckle. a growl.

but the memory o' you, i ain't ever gonna part with.

a free man he was, like herself. "but the memory o' you, i ain't ever gonna part with."

and though it was usually scarce, a smile cracked mira's maw. she could never understand the wanting for this, yet accepted it nevertheless. that, you may keep. she deadpanned, though it was her way of humor. maybe just recalling her would be enough to keep him warm at night.

her way was not one of many words. she would only release the fears from her mind, letting go of any hesitation holding her back. this man would not kill her and he only seeked what men did. 

she would never on any other day allow herself to be dominated by any other wolf, it was an uncomfortable feeling to she who always craved to be on top in every sense- but on this day alone, mira would give herself to him freely as he wished, compliant with each of his desires until their encounter was over.