White Wolf Wake Midnight Stroll

After his conquest in the North, the male made his way back towards the mountain. He spent his time scoping out the steep sides leisurely. Having yet to find a passage up, Cashew moved further south. The days were slow alone, three of the faces he came across he'd had fun with. Each one was attractive in their own respect. Eros likely the most with his peach gaze, and yet, the man found himself drawn to his most recent fling. Her mysterious demeanor kept him replaying their night in his mind.

The woods were eerie at night, and without the moon to guide him he relied on his nose. Following the scent of fresh water to quench his dry throat. Another smell reached him, although faint. The man-child twisted on his paws and pursued the female with haste. The closer he got the more she smelled similar to Eros and in season. He found himself hesitating, he still wanted that moonlight dinner!

A pale beauty came into view, carrying some sort of plant in her mouth. <b>"Hello, are you in a pack?"</b>

Nia Hervok Side by side or miles apart Nia had been busy doing the one thing she felt useful at, collecting medicinal plants. While she was still capable of hunting she wasn't as keen as she once was. She was better suited to giving pointers to her daughter when asked. Her days, and sometimes nights, were spent searching for Hellborne, Ergot, and prairie crocus. Her sleep pattern was odd, with various naps throughout the twenty-four period. It wasn't that she wasn't sleeping well, she wasn't sleeping long stents. A voice drew her to a stop, the woman jumping in surprise to canter her head around. A young male stood in the darkness. She glanced over at him, he was handsome. He appeared healthy. His age probably increased the odds of a successful litter than two old geezers like her and Ipnos. She smiled and set the plants down, shuffling her paws so that she faced him."Oh, no, I'm a loner."The lie fell off her lips smooth as honey. Not a beat missed as her tone remained sure and steady. "Talking" Tags: @ OOC:

The pale wolf turned to face him and he was disappointed. She wasn't as pretty as he'd first thought, nor as young. No, she was an older average-looking woman. A pale version of the first dime-a dozen. Cashew kept a polite wit about him, nodding his head. "Oh, neither am I." Pesky small talk. She wasn't his type, but age came with experience, right? This older woman could have something the younger did not. He dared to close the distance between them. His southern twang a deep rumbling as he spoke, "What's a pretty woman doing out here alone?"

His flattery and flirtation had gotten him far along this season so far. Surely the old hag was susceptible too. She likely didn't get that many compliments this far past her prime.

We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player

Nia Hervok Side by side or miles apart The matriarch feasted her eyes on the younger male, he sure was pretty to look at. From what she could tell he kept himself groomed. His dark markings complimented his face and brighter eyes. A pretty boy. She wondered if he was more than that, whether or not he was a good potential sire. Still, as she looked over the man she was ever swayed by his flattery. He was complimenting her? She still had it in old age. Nia straightened up with a flirty smirk, "Pretty woman, eh?" She walked along his side, brushing her paler fur into his rusty hues. The woman circled the youth, stopping to size him up, "I can handle my own." Tags: @ OOC:

(This post was last modified: Mar 18, 2024, 03:20 AM by Nia.)

Was she fishing for a compliment he had already given her? Cashew held back his annoyance, plastering a smile on his face. To get what he wanted he had to dance the dance. "Why of course, darlin'." He spoke alluringly, hoping to draw her in. He wanted to get past the talking already.

The woman stalked closer, pressing herself against his taller frame. A deep rumbling growl echoed out, vibrating his chest. Her touch was electrifying. Anticipation building. He knew he was getting what he wanted. She came to a halt, peering at him with bright green eyes. Standing so close he noticed the golden flecks. Now that was gorgeous. Perhaps in her glory days, she'd been a looker. "Prove it."

We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player

Nia Hervok Side by side or miles apart His accent met her ears like a pleasing song. The southern cords paired with such a low voice were something she could listen to all night long. "Thank you." The woman winked. Inwardly she was turning into a ball of mush at the mercy of his will. The attention she'd gotten from Iponos had been satisfying. Compliments from the youthful man served to stroke her ego. He challenged her and Nia chuckled, "You asked for it." In one swift movement she had his paw from out of under him, the male staggering to the side. To her surprise, he merely tripped and caught himself. The dame approached with her tail arched proudly over her back. "Thought I had you." Her words were followed by a shrug. This was beginning to bore her, was he interested in her or just lonely? She didn't want to keep wasting time. The woman turned her backside to him, peering over her shoulder to see if he'd accept her invitation. "Talking" Tags: @ OOC:

"You asked for it" His brows furrowed in confusion. Before he could imagine what was to come his paw had been kicked from out of under him. He staggered to the side and caught his balance. What was it with these women trying to knock him over? It was annoying. He kept the frustration at bay. Only a little longer and he could get what he wanted...hopefully. He was quickly losing interest in the aged wolf. She spoke again and he let out a laugh that sounded real enough. Had him? She was old, he was younger, stronger, and taller. The woman had come nowhere near! He watched her as she turned around, eyeing him.

Finally, the small talk was over and his prize was in sight. Cashew eagerly accepted the invitation and strutted over to the female.

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We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player