Fox's Glade [M] my end and my beginning

all fine! i mature'd this thread for us considering the direction it's taking :o

The anticipation of what was to come was what drove Sheogorath. Most would consider his present situation one of helplessness and would find it a frightening experience (much like Cicero himself would've, had he been in the driver's seat). Sheogorath, however, considered himself the ultimate puppet master and this show one of his own making. Without his instigations, this moment would not have come to be, the wolf in front of him unaware of his own desires and needs. As the blue nosed wolf's teeth latched around his scruff and foreleg hinging over his back, Sheogorath knew that it would be worth the ride.

The struggles weren't even sincere anymore, even though he continued to work against the blue nosed wolf's every move, if not only because he liked it rough and savoured the pain. While riding along on the back seat and watching Cicero chase after Damien's tail, a longing had built up inside of Sheogorath. It looked like the culmination of his lust was finally there, if he interpreted the signals right.

Sheogorath continued to struggle, teeth snapping left and right but, considering the blue nosed wolf's position, grasping little more than air.