Blacktail Deer Plateau as soon as i glance at you a moment,
Private  February 13, 2020, 10:42 AM
Erzulie
Rusalka
Beta*
        the sea beat in her blood. her bones had turned to coral. the taste of salt filled her mouth, and her breath was the lash of waves against high stone cliffs.
        come wid me, @Aningan, the harlot sang into the cold air of the late winter morning. as if she were a bird of the brine, as if she were a lone sea turtle, erzulie longed to return to the sands where she might conceive once more.
        heat, thrumming beneath her pelt. eyes, gleaming with an open and hungry lust. she tasted the air; she wended her way between pines at the edge of the river which ran against the base of rusalka.
        come wid me to de sea.

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February 17, 2020, 01:29 AM
Aningan
Rusalka
Alpha
A shift in the air, a change to the scents frequenting his home—there was something coming, something changing, and he knew it even before being summoned. But the answers to what it was, what it all meant, he did not have; he felt uneasy. A feeling that grew with her call, although that did not stop him from answering—

—only did the mention of the sea give him pause, uncertainty growing. He was yet to visit the coast since being chased from it, yet to see what damage was inflicted and what life still remained. Perhaps part of him still feared it—feared that rage, the strength of the ocean—but he couldn’t ignore her. He said he would answer her call, when the time came, and answer he did.

Aningan trailed after her, following the sound of her voice—and when her voice faded, her scent, a touch of something to it not there before. Something new, something alluring. His former unease grew within his chest before morphing into something else entirely, something he could not name; it grew and flowed over, snaking through his veins and into his loins, where discomfort turned to longing. And when at last he saw her, he was quick to approach, seeking to bury his face in her fur—to be close, to be there to give what was wanted of him, when it was needed.

Characters are more than welcome to mistake Aningan for a polar bear.
A snowy owl can also be noted hanging around with Aningan, usually in the trees or sky, unless stated otherwise in my posts.
February 17, 2020, 09:06 AM
Erzulie
Rusalka
Beta*
        the ocean beckoned, but erzulie's attention in its entirety was captivated by the arrival of aningan. so much larger was the boy than she, and the harlot invited his embrace eagerly. 
        she curved her body beneath his lips, letting out a low croon as she leant into his strong body. her choice had been a good one, erzulie decided; aningan was not only a powerfully built man, but kindhearted. gentle.
        but she hoped he would not be so completely gentle with her, not today. carefully, erzulie fell to preening the pale velvet of his cheeks, sweeping lips to his neck, his shoulder, as all the while her cinnamon plume swung great swathes of her scent into the cold air.

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February 23, 2020, 05:07 PM
Aningan
Rusalka
Alpha
Embrace welcomed, greeted by touches of her own. The scent that surrounded her was abnormal, more suffocating up close than when there was distance between them; he felt he could give his attention to her and her alone, the rest of the world fading away. Her preening had him wagging his tail, eager, stilling as she reached his shoulder. A low whine escaped his throat, mind far too clouded to form words. Tilting his head down, leaning towards her, he sought to run his muzzle through her fur, teeth chattering; drawn towards the source of her new perfume, the calling he was sure he felt greater than his embarrassment.

Characters are more than welcome to mistake Aningan for a polar bear.
A snowy owl can also be noted hanging around with Aningan, usually in the trees or sky, unless stated otherwise in my posts.
February 24, 2020, 02:32 AM
Erzulie
Rusalka
Beta*
        aningan responded to her with a eager boyishness to his ministrations; she yielded to all of the, eyes drifting to a hazy close as he began to hunt along her flank. his usual daylight ebullience translated well to desire; she shifted her hips in his direction, too fired now for the pleasant warmth of a slow build.
        time enough for that later.
        erzulie purred, snaking her body back against him with an encouraging growl, swinging muzzle along one sharpboned shoulder to regard him with a wanting gold eye.

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