Sunspire Mountains I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain[m]

there was something so...freeing about this night. tossed to the wind her boundries, insecurities and all else of such importance, replaced by something carefree and drifitng upon the cold wind. The deep snow tempered her racing veins, yet could not temper the state she was in. she moved farther and farther from her home, her limbs setting into movement with lightness and vigour, until she was much farther from the tribe than she had been in a long while, much farther from consequence and from anything that may hold her back.

a stream, crystal clear and beautiful in the darkness, and without a thought she sated her thirst, drinking long and deeply. She had no goal nor objective, and was rather like a leaf pushed by the wind as she wandered, and the sense of freedom it brought was euphoric.

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Judas caught the scent in his nose. It awakened something inside, stirring it. He was more of an creature of one goal, and that was to follow. So he did, he followed it to the source. He kept his face neutral, trying to keep his intentions hidden until he could get closer. But first, he needed to know what mood she was in.

"Greetings" he chimed in, giving a little dip of the head. "It's rather peaceful, quiet and lonely out here, don't you agree?"

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there was another in the night, another that tread toward her. she spun to greet the other, green gaze oddly glazed, euphoric state numbing and freeing all at once. his eye was missing, she noted dully, and for some reason, she smiled, tilting her head curiously, the breeze whispering around her. "It is beautiful, the night. Yet, lonely." she announced, smile still on her maw as she beheld the other, made mysterious by the darkness that concealed and convealed.

she did want to waste time on words, and moved forward, nearing him and inhaling his scent, while spoke of wind and travel and not of pack. her tail flicked her hindquarters, as she watched him, wondering if he could see just how beautiful the night was, as had the other.

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Judas looked up and around. It sure was a beautiful starry night. It was still a bit hard getting used to the one eye, so much of his past view restricted to half. "Yes. Very lonely" he said, a bit a hint in the last word. She approached him. A flash in his mind of Avannon as she had approached him, before his eye was struck out, crossed his mind. But the scent made him ignore it. "What would you be looking for on such a night?"

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words were simply so tiresome, on a night like this. mundane, and boring. she said not to his question, but stalked forward, burying her muzzle in his shoulder, inhaling his scent before brushing past his side, moving to stand behind him, and past him, before turning around, offering but a tilt of her head and a small smile, feeling light and bold, removed from the earth. in the back of her mind, there was a nagging, a voice that almost screamed that this was perhaps the worst idea she had had in a long while, though it was effectively ignored.

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Might wanna make this mature

Judas kept his eyes on her. She did not answer. He started to get it, that word exchange was starting to fall out. He smiled to himself, admiring her. If this wasn't hinting at what he thought it was, he didn't know what it was. But surely, it was exactly that. He turned himself around, and moved himself to be behind her. But he felt rather gentlemanly, and chuffed for agreement to the next action.

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he moved, past her as she had moved past him, to stand behind her. should this have been any other night, and should she have been completely herself, her heart would be pounding. though, were this any night, she would hardly be here at all. if not for the influence of the tiny black seeds, she would be far from here, isolating herself within the layer. but as it was, it was not so, and she found herself here, about to commit an act she would come to regret, and regret greatly. 

but now, there was nothing but the chilled night and the man and the gentle haze that surrounded everything, and by instinct did her tail shift to the side, a huff escaping her maw as she responded positively to whatever the male had asked in his own wordless question.

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Driven by insatiable desire, and her response, he quickly mounted her. Gripping at the back of her neck with his teeth, he began to search for her entrance with his own appendage, before diving right into it with a swift thrust. He did it again, not bothering to go slow or anything. He did find it somewhat enjoyable, but that was not at all why he did it. Because as he did, he started to realize what pack she was from. And for his eye, this was the eye he would take back.

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she gasped, as suddenly and roughly he mounted her, for the sensation was swift and ruthless and hardly comfortable. the suddenness took her off guard, and her front end slipped into the snow, another shocking and rather unpleasent sensation as the cold seeped quickly through her fur. locked they were in this ancient dance, and she dared not move, only hold still through it all. it was bitterswet, this dance, and clueless to what she ought to do, she simply did nothing, though once or twce a gasp or growl escaped her maw.

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Judas slipped forward with her, his grip loosening for a moment. He let out a growl, thinking it her fault for slipping. He would have told her to hold still, but her neck was in his mouth. 

After many thrusts, he became stuck as he released. He lie there on her back, tired from all the motions. "So...what is..your name?" he breathed. He may as well know her name, as there was not much else to do in this position. He did not reveal his, not just yet. Tenderly, he nosed through her fur on the back of her neck as he awaited an answer.

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even after the dance had stilled, something still bound them together. never before had she experienced this, and the weight of a stranger on her back may have had her turn fang to him in a moment, yet the euphoria of the act combined with that of the seeds had everything haze, ethereal, and she wondered, at time, if this was but a dream. his question almost passed her by, and there was a long pause in which she simply regained her breath and stilled her punding heart before she answered. "this night....requires no names." she said simply, for she sought not his and did not seek to give hers. her eyes closed to slits, her chest soaring and her paws feeling unsteady as she sought to hold up his weight.

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Juda shrugged at her response. If no names were to be spoken, then he would speak his. it was the safest option. So he regained his breath slowly. And soon, he popped out and he climbed off from her back. "Well, this night will be a night to remember for a while. Don't you agree?"

He started to walk away. But felt a comment rising up. "You should give your pack my regards, for harboring such a fine specimen. And trust me, they'll know me." He let out a mockful laughter, then disappeared into the night, making sure she could see his green eye one last time.

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While it was highly unlikely that she would remember this night, it was one if the most memorable in her life thus far; it was not a common occurrence that she got high a consequently met a multitude of lovers in a  single night. She did not know the meaning of his latter words, nor did she hesitate to ponder them, for as soon as Judas was gone, as was she, travelling ever onwards.

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