Coconut Grove [M] a half-destroyed grove

It's really hard to see the Mature Warning stuff with the official tags soooo THIS THREAD IS RATED M FOR SEKS AND MENTIONS OF SEKS.

Afternoon. 25°. Partly cloudy. @Chip

Jizaar breathed a sigh of relief. While it was still cold, which he hated, he had at least found a place to shelter that reminded him of home. Although… when he’d first arrived, he’d been much closer to the water, and there had been a disturbing number of trees which had been uprooted and lying on the sand or half-sunk in the water. Also, many fish carcasses and other dead marine life had been strewn about. This had caused him to move farther inland, something he didn’t tend to do unless he was hunting for food. Something had happened here, quite recently. A nasty storm must have come through recently. Jizaar had been in a storm or two, but none so strong that they uprooted trees completely. The thought terrified him.

As he strolled among the upright trees further inland, with the sound of the ocean in the background, he could almost pretend he was back home, except that it was so damn cold. This place would make a lovely home in the summer, however, as long as he could ignore the sad state of the trees nearer to the water. Perhaps those felled trees would make shelters for crabs and other marine life for him to play with and munch on. That thought cheered him up a bit and he couldn’t help but smile at the idea of warmer weather.[/ooc]

It was cold. And it smelled bad with all these dead fish laying around. Chip shivered with the clouds overhead. Why had she come here again? She honestly couldn't remember. Maybe just for something to do. Maybe because her gaggle of kids were grown enough that she could leave them. Or they had left her. Who really knows at this point?

She spotted somebody up ahead who could have passed as her double on a really dark night. Tawny, creamy, and small like herself. She grinned, strutting up to him without a care in the world. 'Sup, cuz?

A small female wolf, who looked very much like he did, came strutting up to him through the trees that were upright. By her walk, Jizaar would have guessed that she was pretty confident or just very relaxed, and he couldn’t help but grin at her as she approached.

’Sup, cuz,’ she said, stopping not far from him.

“Hello there, my friend,” he answered in return, dipping his head in greeting. He was amused by her name for him, a shortening of cousin, no doubt, which meant she knew he was part-coyote… and she didn’t seem to mind. Very good. He studied her for a moment or two, blue eyes lingering on her form. His voice took on a flirtatious tone. “And what is a beautiful woman like yourself doing out here? It seems this grove of coconut trees was…” He glanced toward the ocean, where torn-down trees could be seen through the gaps in the grove. “… partially destroyed,” he finished. Such a thing ruined the flirty mood he was in for a moment, his grin faltering, but his topaz-blue eyes flicked back to her after a moment and his smile recovered, though it was less wide as before.

I cringed writing these last couple lines, lmao.

"Beautiful woman" was not a phrase that had ever been used to describe Chipmunk, and she cackled when he said it. Slow down there, charmer. My name's Chip. You're cute, but let's not forget that the chase is half the fun. He was probably cute to her because he was so similar to her. Chip was, as far as she knew, full wolf, but anybody could have been fooled by her appearance. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been mistaken as part coyote, and it had been to her advantage when she'd had a few coyotes court her now and again. She certainly wasn't picky.

What's your name, cuz? she asked, Or should I keep callin' you cuz? We could make that work. Who wasn't into a bit of incest roleplay now and again?

She seemed to be amused by his charms, which was fine with Jizaar. He was flirtatious, yes, but never seriously so—not unless the other person was open for a roll in the hay, or sand, as it were. Her name was Chip, a bit strange as names went, though he was no one to talk. “Greetings, Chip,” he said, filing her name away in his brain. Whether it stayed there was another thing entirely. He’d met so many others in his life that he did not remember them all.

He grinned at her when she asked for his own name. “This one’s name is Jizaar [jee-ZAHR],” he replied, emphasizing and elongating the second syllable, and tapping the r at the end. “But he supposes you may call him whatever you wish.” Jizaar, in general, wasn’t very picky. Having grown up eating all manner of things, from fish to garbage, and moving from place to place, he had learned from an early age that being picky could get one killed. Or, at the very least, it could be incredibly boring.

She smiled pleasantly, right up to the point he said his name. She tried, so hard, to contain her middle school humor, but let's be honest, she didn't try that hard. Wait a fuckin' minute, she said, barely holding it together, Your name is JIZZER?! As soon as the word left her mouth, she was rolling on the ground, kicking her feet around and cackling with amusement. Who the fuck named their kid Jizzer? Or anything close to that? Maybe Chip was just immature, but she really couldn't help herself.

Jizaar was shocked by the woman’s reaction to his name—and in truth, had no idea what was so funny, since he’d never heard of whatever word she had just said. He watched her rolling on the ground while a myriad of emotions ran through him. First he was angry, affronted at the fact that someone was making fun of his name. He was still young, not even an adult yet. His eyes flashed; he wanted to sink his teeth into her stupid face for laughing at him that way. That fiery anger quickly left him, however, and his water-based personality came through in the end, this time in the form of apathy. His blue eyes deadened a bit as he continued to watch her; he was growing bored now.

He sat down where he was and looked out past the upright trees where they were and out to the ocean. How he longed to go out there and swim—but he knew how cold the water was and shuddered at the thought.

Apparently, he didn't understand how hilarious his name was. How much he could use it to his advantage! If Chip had a name like... Orgasmer, she would have used it to its full potential. And she would have leaned in to any jokes about it. This guy Jizzer (HAH!), on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to how great his name was. How perfect!

Chipmunk managed to regain herself, flopping to her side and then onto her feet. Aw, are you sulking now, Jizzer? That's not very sportsmanship... like... of you. You do know what jizz is, right? It's what makes babies! She wondered if they could make babies, but she knew the couldn't. Her heat hadn't come yet, and she had too many otherwise. It wasn't as if she needed to make more.

I pulled the Lovers card for his response to all this, so… ;)

Oh, she was back to speaking instead of laughing now. Jizaar wasn’t quite sure how he felt about her after all that. Actually… he didn’t really care. He raised an eyebrow at her with a look of disappointment, about to scold her like she was a child doing something bad. But then…

’It’s what makes babies!’

His mouth literally fell open at this revelation. “Does it?” he asked, a bit dazedly. He mulled the word over in his head. How could he have gone this long without coming across such a word? “It sounds… strange,” he said, somehow not putting together how close the word was to his own name. Slowly, a grin spread across his face and he looked at Chip again. “Is that something you would be interested in doing?” His voice came across once more as flirtatious, and his tail swished across the ground cat-like. The suggestion was playful, for he did not expect the woman to say yes, but his held her gaze as he waited for her answer all the same.

Chip could almost laugh again, but she was worried it might have the same effect. Instead, she winked at him. Making babies? she asked, looking at her feet for a moment to feign thoughtfulness. Nah, not really into that. But the process is the same, even if no babies are made. It could be practice for ya!

Yes, practice. For a legitimate candidate other than herself, because Chip was no mother. Technically, she'd had children, but she certainly wasn't a mother. She had abandoned all of them as soon as she could, left them in the hands of more capable wolves. Even if she'd wanted to settle down, she knew she never would. It wasn't in her nature.

Tentatively, she turned around, lifting her tail and showing Jizzer the goods. I'm sure you'll figure it out.

So Chip wasn’t into having children. Well, that was a sentiment he shared, truth be told. He nodded as she explained, but his face broke out into another grin as she basically said that he could get some practice in. His eyes twinkled. She turned, albeit with some seeming hesitation, which caused his brows to furrow, even as he gazed upon what she was offering him. He certainly wasn’t into rape. 

’I’m sure you'll figure it out,’ she said.

Her hesitation caused him to hesitate as well. “You would not be the first woman Jizaar has been with,” he began slowly, his voice much more gentle and not teasing as it had been before. It was true: he’d been with a few others since aging past his first year, experimenting as most teenagers do. “And he has no qualms about laying with you, however… Jizaar must be sure that you are sure. He takes no pleasure in forcing another wolf into such a thing.” His voice filled with disgust at the thought.

Every time he said the word "Jizzer," Chip had to hold herself back from laughing. That was half the fun. You aren't forcing anybody, honey, Chip replied. She'd certainly been with her fair share of men (and women), too. To make her point more clear, she half-turned and licked him square on the nose, then she assumed the position yet again.

Chip looked back to prepare herself for impact, so to speak. One certainly didn't want to be taken off guard for this sort of thing. There was a fluidity to it that was possible only if both parties were in tune with one another. It rarely happened, she knew all too well, but she'd certainly do everything in her power to try.

Jizaar was taken by surprise at Chip’s sudden show of affection, that quick lick on the nose. He started a bit, blinking rapidly, and then he smiled—a genuine smile. His worries dissipated as she “assumed the position,” and his heart filled with passion. She looked back at him over her shoulder and he nodded. Slowly, he moved over the top of her, grasping the nape of her neck in his teeth only as firmly as necessary to keep himself in place, but hopefully not enough to hurt her. He breathed slowly through his nose for a moment, trying to give her a chance to adjust beneath him, and then began.

Fade here until afterwards? RPing wolf sex is weird af for me.

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They did the deed as she had done many times before. It was pretty average, but that was to be expected. He was young; it was their first time with one another; there was little tension. They did the job well enough. Once it was over, Chip cleaned herself up. She had not come here looking for this, but here she was, back into the swing of things.

So Jizzer, she said, this time with even more mirth and jest in her voice. He had certainly lived up to his name. You live around here? Maybe he wouldn't be into pillow talk, but she wasn't opposed to it by any means.

It had been good for him, but all sex was good for him. With age, he’d probably have more technique, but this was fine for now. Besides, he hadn’t really expected to lay with this woman, anyways, so this had been a bonus regardless. 

Half his mouth lifted in a grin at her nickname for him, something he would now carry as a badge of pride. “Jizaar does not live anywhere near here. He comes from a place much farther down the coast, where it is warmer and does not snow in the winter.” He glanced around. There was frost in the grass in some places here and there, but not full-on snow, and for that he was glad. He worried about going further inland, however. “And you?” he asked, to take his mind off the cold—though he was currently pretty warm from the exercise earlier.

Every time he said his name, Chip had to bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing. He explained where he had come from (or at least some idea of where he came from), and Chip listened with mild interest. She wondered if they would ever cross paths again. It wasn’t that she was opposed to it, she just didn’t see the need for it. There were plenty of fish in the sea (or wolves in the wild), and she preferred variety to the same old fish over and over again.

Around, she replied, Not too terribly far from here. My sister used to run a pack somewhere in these parts, but I haven’t heard anything about it in ages. Maybe she died. Chip wasn’t really interested in finding out what had happened to Fox. They had never been close, so there was no longing for that lost sibling bond or anything like that.

Jizaar didn’t have much to say in return to what Chip had told him. He nodded silently, listening to the ocean past the trees. After a time, he stood, sweeping his blue gaze toward Chip again. “Well,” he said, grinning. “It was nice to meet you, Chip. Jizaar hopes you had a good time here, with him. Perhaps he will see you again?” He doubted it, but he thought it was nice to at least put the thought out there. He waited for whatever it was she was going to say to him—or not—and then bowed his head and left, trotting lightly, weaving between the trees. He hummed a tune softly to himself as he disappeared from view.

[Exit.]

And just like that, he was gone. Good ol' Jizzer lived up to his name, and Chip waved him on with a grin. She doubted they would cross paths again, but she wouldn't shy away if they did. Life was a wild ride, and who knew what was around the next corner. For now, she rested, sure to be on to some other adventure tomorrow.