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Arturo watched as she took a step back to his approach, though the Fearghal patriarch left plenty of space between them, the borders an invisible barrier that she, thankfully, had respected. She trembled before him, her ears flattened in submission. She blurted out her purpose at his borders, which he had expected. What else would she be doing at Teaghlaigh's borders? Aside from spreading her receptive state's hormonal perfume all over his borders? What a fucking mess. He would have to go over them with his piss to try to drown out her receptive scent until it dissipated. So long as she did not linger neither would her scent. He didn't particularly like the idea of warding off unwanted loners seeking to spread their seed, neither did he fancy the idea of enforcing his “no breeding” law with the few males that held ranks in The Family. Though, Arturo liked to believed that Palisander would not betray Isley in that way and suspected that Cam was too young to reproduce.
She gave her name though the gangster had not asked for it. She was nervous. Good. She should be. All these females in heat was going to give him a fucking headache. Though Arturo himself had not sired a litter this year, two thousand sixteen was year of the goddamned puppy apocalypse, he couldn't help but think sourly. It wasn't Honey's fault. She could not help the natural progression of her body nor her receptive cycles and Arturo knew that. It wasn't her fault and yet she was a risk. What if she had already conceived? What if he let her in and she conceived behind his back? He would either chase her out or kill the pups so perhaps chasing her off here and now was the best option. He would not risk Teaghlaigh for a wolf that wasn't even Family; and The Family knew better than to breed behind his back.
“Your scent attracts every male close enough to smell it. Would you give them what they seek or ward them off?” Because, ultimately, if the female didn't want them to breed with her she could ensure that they didn't. Her tail didn't have to move from betwixt her legs and she had teeth.
[/td][/tr][/table]She gave her name though the gangster had not asked for it. She was nervous. Good. She should be. All these females in heat was going to give him a fucking headache. Though Arturo himself had not sired a litter this year, two thousand sixteen was year of the goddamned puppy apocalypse, he couldn't help but think sourly. It wasn't Honey's fault. She could not help the natural progression of her body nor her receptive cycles and Arturo knew that. It wasn't her fault and yet she was a risk. What if she had already conceived? What if he let her in and she conceived behind his back? He would either chase her out or kill the pups so perhaps chasing her off here and now was the best option. He would not risk Teaghlaigh for a wolf that wasn't even Family; and The Family knew better than to breed behind his back.
“Your scent attracts every male close enough to smell it. Would you give them what they seek or ward them off?” Because, ultimately, if the female didn't want them to breed with her she could ensure that they didn't. Her tail didn't have to move from betwixt her legs and she had teeth.
wreathed in iron and in fire
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
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Baby's Breath - by Honey - October 25, 2016, 06:34 PM
RE: Baby's Breath - by Arturo - October 25, 2016, 07:07 PM
RE: Baby's Breath - by Honey - October 25, 2016, 07:18 PM
RE: Baby's Breath - by Arturo - October 26, 2016, 12:51 PM
RE: Baby's Breath - by Honey - October 26, 2016, 02:58 PM
RE: Baby's Breath - by Arturo - October 26, 2016, 04:12 PM
RE: Baby's Breath - by Honey - October 26, 2016, 04:16 PM