As hunger built inside of her she headed in to the north, to where the land opened up and the trees fell away. It would be wise to stick to the forests — to think like her prey — but Parvati was not a hunter of large creatures; she could subsist on the vermin of the earth as she was raised to, leaving the men for the more strenuous tasks. It was with a heavy heart that she came upon the meadow with its amble bushes — they were not yet ready to produce fruit, which meant she could not satisfy herself with easy pickings. The buds were beautiful in their own way, and she paused among the rows upon rows of low-cropped hedges to sniff at them, thinking fondly of the women she left behind. The many who would never see the freedom she coveted so badly.
Her hunger grew as she moseyed through the meadow; yet it wasn't just the basic need for food that propelled her, but something more basic, more carnal. The itch in her skin had become something althogether different in the days since her fey sleep; Parvati roamed in fits until she grew too impatient for her hunt and began to crave — something she couldn't put a name to. She had never before been with a man (and in fact, was loathed to let any man near her, thus her exodus), but the lust that sprang to mind made her think of the warriors of home too.
Their fit bodies, leering eyes — the way they swaggered about the place. The boom of their voices as they returned from a hunt, or the smell of their thick musk when they fought in jest; Parvati found her mind filling slowly with fantasies of the barbarism she had escaped. With an exasperated sigh and a look to the great blue sky overhead, she calls out to nobody in particular,
With a huff she continues on — eastward, for no particular reason besides it being the direction she is facing.
Her hunger grew as she moseyed through the meadow; yet it wasn't just the basic need for food that propelled her, but something more basic, more carnal. The itch in her skin had become something althogether different in the days since her fey sleep; Parvati roamed in fits until she grew too impatient for her hunt and began to crave — something she couldn't put a name to. She had never before been with a man (and in fact, was loathed to let any man near her, thus her exodus), but the lust that sprang to mind made her think of the warriors of home too.
Their fit bodies, leering eyes — the way they swaggered about the place. The boom of their voices as they returned from a hunt, or the smell of their thick musk when they fought in jest; Parvati found her mind filling slowly with fantasies of the barbarism she had escaped. With an exasperated sigh and a look to the great blue sky overhead, she calls out to nobody in particular,
Lord, would you put out this fire!
With a huff she continues on — eastward, for no particular reason besides it being the direction she is facing.
April 11, 2019, 12:59 PM
Lord would you put out this fire!
Ramsay's ears flitted over his brow and he looked up from his foraging, frowning in the sunlight. At his paws lay a partially eaten ground squirrel, which he meant to pick back up, but then the breeze brought him a rich, lavish scent the likes of which he had never known. To him it was the warm blood of a fresh kill, the deep earthy aroma of wet cavern walls, and the luring fragrance of spicy summer blooms. It was a concoction that wound deep down into his soul and plucked at something there, something that made the spot between his legs twang with sudden longing, and soon the ground squirrel was left forgotten.
He wasn't expecting for the delightful smell to be coming from another wolf. Most of his kind smelled strong, yes, but not so alluring. Ramsay was positively dew-eyed as he stalked across the meadow toward the tawny woman, holding his twisted figure as highly as he could. It wasn't the pompous strut of the men she fantasized about, but rather a smooth and ethereal gait, like some sort of elegant ruler. Was he not, after all, a lord of the forest?
He felt strangely taut in his abdomen as he inhaled Parvati's scent, and it was coupled with an urgency to do something now about it, but some still-intelligent part of his animal brain told him that some decorum was the way to go here. They were strangers, after all, and he didn't even really know what this was, only that he wanted it. So he cleared his throat, did the best he could to chase the obvious lust from his stance and his expression alike, and offered a warm
Ramsay's ears flitted over his brow and he looked up from his foraging, frowning in the sunlight. At his paws lay a partially eaten ground squirrel, which he meant to pick back up, but then the breeze brought him a rich, lavish scent the likes of which he had never known. To him it was the warm blood of a fresh kill, the deep earthy aroma of wet cavern walls, and the luring fragrance of spicy summer blooms. It was a concoction that wound deep down into his soul and plucked at something there, something that made the spot between his legs twang with sudden longing, and soon the ground squirrel was left forgotten.
He wasn't expecting for the delightful smell to be coming from another wolf. Most of his kind smelled strong, yes, but not so alluring. Ramsay was positively dew-eyed as he stalked across the meadow toward the tawny woman, holding his twisted figure as highly as he could. It wasn't the pompous strut of the men she fantasized about, but rather a smooth and ethereal gait, like some sort of elegant ruler. Was he not, after all, a lord of the forest?
He felt strangely taut in his abdomen as he inhaled Parvati's scent, and it was coupled with an urgency to do something now about it, but some still-intelligent part of his animal brain told him that some decorum was the way to go here. They were strangers, after all, and he didn't even really know what this was, only that he wanted it. So he cleared his throat, did the best he could to chase the obvious lust from his stance and his expression alike, and offered a warm
hello.
April 11, 2019, 10:59 PM
Her voice carried in to the sky, and she felt just like a fool; as if she was a young girl again learning of the holy ones and believing every little thing the elders told her. She felt more and more like a devi as the feeling grew inside of her — transmuted in the hours since it began, changed from a mere mortal to a powerful force of nature imbibed with feminine wiles, set upon this plane to wreak havoc as her heart and body demanded. She knew it was foolish to shout at the sky. It was childish to believe she had any power here, in this wilderness. Yet the men were gone and she was free. All was as Parvati desired except now, her desires shifted.
It was the most ridiculous thing. This tiny ember which took root and bloomed, burning inside of her, until she was all but consumed. Her skin itched all over with an energy not unlike the heat of a summer's day. Her body felt too heavy when she was still, but light, as if ready to fly off in to the blue sky if she moved at all. Parvati had been taught in some limited sense of her body's purpose but not its function, not really — not how this came about, nor what to do once it began. Her mind filled with thoughts of those beautiful, terrible, glorious men that she had abandoned —
And then came a voice; a sweet boy's greeting. She wanted to turn and greet him in kind, yet... Parvati felt as though she could not. Her body would not obey her. She was like a marionette without a master, waiting for something to happen — for something to respond — but the only string that tugged at her was one set deep inside, a burning wick in her loins. Her ears shifted and she, moodily, hastily, turned and dipped her head in a greeting, but did not let herself look at the stranger. She saw a flash of darkness; his lustrous coat. Something seemed off, but Parvati was already turning away again - sauntering a few steps and then pausing, whisking her tail, and -- ohhh, she burned!
The woman sighed; no, she thought she sighed, but out of her came a needy whine.
It was the most ridiculous thing. This tiny ember which took root and bloomed, burning inside of her, until she was all but consumed. Her skin itched all over with an energy not unlike the heat of a summer's day. Her body felt too heavy when she was still, but light, as if ready to fly off in to the blue sky if she moved at all. Parvati had been taught in some limited sense of her body's purpose but not its function, not really — not how this came about, nor what to do once it began. Her mind filled with thoughts of those beautiful, terrible, glorious men that she had abandoned —
And then came a voice; a sweet boy's greeting. She wanted to turn and greet him in kind, yet... Parvati felt as though she could not. Her body would not obey her. She was like a marionette without a master, waiting for something to happen — for something to respond — but the only string that tugged at her was one set deep inside, a burning wick in her loins. Her ears shifted and she, moodily, hastily, turned and dipped her head in a greeting, but did not let herself look at the stranger. She saw a flash of darkness; his lustrous coat. Something seemed off, but Parvati was already turning away again - sauntering a few steps and then pausing, whisking her tail, and -- ohhh, she burned!
The woman sighed; no, she thought she sighed, but out of her came a needy whine.
If you asked him a few days ago, Ramsay would have claimed that no wolf could stir his blood into a frenzy. Even the incursion of his relatives into his sacred home had merely irritated him rather than whipping him into a rage. He seldom gave into his emotions over his head, but when Parvati pranced away from him with a wheedling whine, that all flew right out the window. His blood flared in his veins, pounding right down into his core, and all his conscious thoughts melted away.
He wanted to play a game. It wasn't often that Ramsay wanted to run or frolic, but inexplicably, he wanted to now. He wanted to chase her, to be chased, to careen around the field like children. His gait was a little stiff as he went after her, short tail shaking merrily, because of the flame that seemed to burn in his belly. A quiet, playful rumble shook his throat as he closed the distance to her, nipped headily at her hindquarters and grew drunk on the smell of her fertility.
It was hard not to jump her right then and there, but his desire to court was stronger. With a whine of his own, Ramsay cantered past with a nudge to her shoulder, hoping to entice her into a game of chase. Somehow he knew it would all be better if their blood was hot.
He wanted to play a game. It wasn't often that Ramsay wanted to run or frolic, but inexplicably, he wanted to now. He wanted to chase her, to be chased, to careen around the field like children. His gait was a little stiff as he went after her, short tail shaking merrily, because of the flame that seemed to burn in his belly. A quiet, playful rumble shook his throat as he closed the distance to her, nipped headily at her hindquarters and grew drunk on the smell of her fertility.
It was hard not to jump her right then and there, but his desire to court was stronger. With a whine of his own, Ramsay cantered past with a nudge to her shoulder, hoping to entice her into a game of chase. Somehow he knew it would all be better if their blood was hot.
April 12, 2019, 02:09 PM
She yearned for the embrace of a familiar man, a beast of the southern deserts, who could make her feel like a true goddess; she thought of them now, imagining herself to be striding through the mesa proper, men calling to her and fighting over the fire she carried deep inside. She felt the unfamiliar touch of the stranger and sighed, her eyes shut, her body half stepping back - she was like some sort of mindless beast with her lust! How dare the gods curse her with this!
But the man did not take her. He whined and cajoled her, crept along and then, as she was just building the confidence to give herself over to the fire, he tore away. She caught a flash of black in her vision; bright eyes, then his racing figure obscured as he bound away from her. Thrilled by the natural pull of a hunt, Parvati did not pause for long as she lunged after him. A flame chasing its shadow.
But the man did not take her. He whined and cajoled her, crept along and then, as she was just building the confidence to give herself over to the fire, he tore away. She caught a flash of black in her vision; bright eyes, then his racing figure obscured as he bound away from her. Thrilled by the natural pull of a hunt, Parvati did not pause for long as she lunged after him. A flame chasing its shadow.
April 12, 2019, 10:22 PM
Beast of the deserts he was not, but whatever type of man he was, Ramsay was wholly prepared to prostrate himself before this ambrosial woman of the gods. He twisted back to see if she was following and his heart beat faster to know she was. For a time he streaked across the fields, leading her on a chase while his head swam with want for her, and after what felt like forever, he pivoted sharply and headed back toward her. Provided she didn't dart away immediately, he would attempt to press his blunt snout into the fur of her flank as he sidled alongside her, legs stiff as her scent in close proximity made his belly tighten with need.
It didn't feel like the chase was over, though. Of course, Ramsay had never done this before, so what did he know? He was expecting her to take off at any second, denying him touch and play and prolonging the hunt. That was if she didn't outright reject him. In what little breadth of time he might have, Ramsay attempted to lift up and hook his legs across her shoulders in a flirtatious manner, seeking the tender flesh behind her ear with preening lips as he did so. His body thrummed strangely along with his heartbeat.
It didn't feel like the chase was over, though. Of course, Ramsay had never done this before, so what did he know? He was expecting her to take off at any second, denying him touch and play and prolonging the hunt. That was if she didn't outright reject him. In what little breadth of time he might have, Ramsay attempted to lift up and hook his legs across her shoulders in a flirtatious manner, seeking the tender flesh behind her ear with preening lips as he did so. His body thrummed strangely along with his heartbeat.
April 13, 2019, 03:51 PM
She caught up to him swiftly, and while that may have caused her ego to swell at any other time, she was too distracted to feel good about her speed and skill; should she get a good look at the creature before her, Parvati would realize it was not skill that gave her an advantage, but the purity of her genetics. She careened by him, overshooting the mark just a touch — but she did not stop, merely wove along at a lesser pace until he found her again, and together they jostled and played. It was childish in some ways, reminding her of the rough-housing of boys, but garnering his attention - his touch, however fleeting - made her burn hotter and hotter.
As he came up alongside her he pressed his cold nose against her fur, and she felt it against the warmth of her skin. Every little touch wrought a flickering tremor through her body. She could not look at him for fear he might see the lust in her face, but certainly she tried to glance at the stranger as he rounded upon her; yet he crossed her, raising up and reaching for her, pulling her sidelong against him. She could feel the need within him — the burn of her own — and crooned beastly sounds at him, reaching awkwardly for his chin to stroke it with her tongue, or nibble at his cheeks. But the moment did not last — she soon felt too rooted. He was an anchor wrongly set, and she would not be moored here.
So, off she went — a bolt of amber towards the blackness of the wood.
As he came up alongside her he pressed his cold nose against her fur, and she felt it against the warmth of her skin. Every little touch wrought a flickering tremor through her body. She could not look at him for fear he might see the lust in her face, but certainly she tried to glance at the stranger as he rounded upon her; yet he crossed her, raising up and reaching for her, pulling her sidelong against him. She could feel the need within him — the burn of her own — and crooned beastly sounds at him, reaching awkwardly for his chin to stroke it with her tongue, or nibble at his cheeks. But the moment did not last — she soon felt too rooted. He was an anchor wrongly set, and she would not be moored here.
So, off she went — a bolt of amber towards the blackness of the wood.
April 18, 2019, 07:54 PM
Parvati slid from under him in a blur of grey and brown and he landed heavily on his forepaws, but it was with the airiness of a feather that he took off after her. The pinched feeling in his stomach was only growing stronger by the minute and he couldn't abide her distance for long. As she made for Blackfeather Woods, the dwarf surged after her, panting softly as want consumed him.
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