Riddle Heights Young Glass

Pre-dated to March 2

The warmth in the air was remarkable; to one who'd survived yet another winter of cold days and frigid nights, even the slightest change in temperature was felt. The sound of water dripping from tree branches once laden with snow and the scent of clean, moist earth; the way the sun rose earlier and prolonged its departure- all the signs were present and could be seen, heard, smelled and felt. The ground's solid surface was becoming forgiving and soft, and while the snow had turned to rain it was a welcome arrival. It delved away at the remaining clumps of snow bit by bit until the only amount which remained were places in which it had drifted to some height.

But it was not simply the world surrounding the sterling silver wolf that had changed; she felt embers within her become ignited, a flame which refused to be quieted and thus drove her nearer and nearer to madness. To protect herself from any unwanted attention she had begun to scout out the areas further away from the Pass- nothing which would have been anything out of the normal for a wolf who'd been given the role of a Scout, who had promised to do her job. It became an obsession, something she needed to do in order to keep her mind from straying too far into the dark recesses of her mind where passion pulled her into a liquid pool of lust and delight. She longed to succumb to the twilight darkness and bittersweet temptation so direly that it pushed her to frustration.

Unable to quench the thirst which made her throat so dry she could hardly speak, Sagacity emitted a strangled groan and bent her knees so that she could lay on the ground. Closing her eyes she rolled over onto her back and writhed; the need to be possessed and embraced had enslaved her; She rolled over onto her stomach and stretched out to feel the cold of a thin layer of snow beneath her stomach and pelvis; she rocked her hips forward but felt no satisfaction. With a small whine she rolled over onto her back again and snaked this way and that. There had to be some way to cure this wonderful but frustrating sensation.

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Aha, jumping between two breeding threads - I feel like more of a 'ho than Rhysis. xD
Also we might have to change the date as this would need to be after the breeding with Naira if that's alright. Honestly, all these timeline dates confuse me. x_x;

The walk was familiar now, but not in a good way because it meant his back was to the lands he called home and the tawny female he called his Queen. A queen which he had avoided since their scuffle when he had won back his dominance the only way he knew how- taking her and making her his once more, marking her in that intimate way that only he would allow. He had not sought her out since that day, but he could tell by the scent upon the land that she was carrying his young once more- at least, he assumed they were his. The distance between them was deafening and he did not know how long this shamble of a partnership could last. His head was all over the place, unable to tell Naira the truth about his dying love. He wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, if this was just a phase or something that would improve with him. In his current mind set, he didn't know which way he wanted their life to swing and for now he just took each day at a time.

It was along this trail that the dark king last laid eyes on the silver maiden who turned his brain to mush, removing all logical thought and feeling. She was a siren, a mermaid, calling to him and taking him off course only to guide him into a shipwreck in the rocks- it was a beautiful way to die.The weather was much the same, icy blasts rattled his body, but the chill upon the breeze was less than before, a sign that spring would be here soon as if Naira's heat had not been enough of a clue. Last year this had all been so alien to him, not knowing the urges he had felt towards her, why he wanted to touch her and take her as his own, but now he knew what his body was saying, what it was screaming and what it took to ease his burning desires.

The sound of a whine met his ears - of pain, discomfort and agitation. The voice he knew and a whack of her scent only confirmed her presence. His heart halted, beating again violently as his eyes darted this way and that, searching for her lithe, small figure amongst the crisp white snow. Following her tantalising scent, he moved swiftly, his head lowered to track her trail upon the ever changing floor until he saw her small body pressed against the floor between the boulders. He whispered her name and moved swiftly at a lope as he ran towards her, his eyes and nose working overtime as he scanned her over for injuries or the scent of blood but he came up with nothing but the intoxication aroma of her need. He stopped himself from moving towards her in an instant, his paws rooted to the ground as if the floor had iced his pads in place as he closed his eyes, inhaling the smell like a drug and a small groan escaped from his lips. He could almost taste her desire upon his tongue and it was as if a blast of heat had crashed over him, heat and fear that was. His eyes opened only to land on her beautifully marked face,the fear evident on his expression as he felt his self control slipping. He had been here before... one year ago and that night had changed his life forever.

Yer both beloved ho-bags <3! XD How about setting it for today, then? March 6?

The warmth of her body melted some of the snowflakes which had become entangled in her silver fur, spiking the fur along her rib cage and flanks and accenting the curvature of her body. She was oblivious to this until the moisture began to seep down the strands of silver thread to her skin, sending a sudden wash over her body which was already tingling with warmth. The juxtaposition of hot against cold sent a surge of energy through her, stirring the feral instinct within her and sharpening the wild look in her eyes.

Such was her mood and reaction when she heard someone approach and she naturally flipped back over onto her stomach, forepaws spread defensively. Even while consumed by one instinctive need, she did not lose touch with the need to survive; vulnerability was not something she accepted easily, thus a moment before she realized who it was that had found her she released a short but very sincere growl. A flash of teeth was shown and her savage yellow eyes glinted- but softened almost immediately when they settled upon Rhysis.

She did not feel ashamed of her reaction. She hadn't expected to be found and he'd startled her while she'd been in a very vulnerable position. If there had been no other wolf in the world but him, she would have welcomed his presence without any surprise or hostility. She'd reacted to a wolf coming- but now she showed a just reaction to seeing Rhysis arrive. The rialto between hostility and welcome was instantaneous. Her stiffened body relaxed immediately, angles becoming softer, her features mild and soulful. Upon drawing in a breath, released a groan that nearly sent Sagacity into a fit. His desire for her stoked the flame within her body and she could not, would not hold back. The reins had slipped through her fingers, and with he bit in his teeth the steed charged; the guttural groan had been the sting of a whip's keen tip upon its haunches. There was no stopping.

Sagacity lifted herself from the ground and moved toward him, her posture held low to show subservience. Her black ears tilted back as she moved with a fluid, graceful step toward her alpha. They were alone- she knew it and he knew it. There was fear in his eyes but in hers there was nothing but calm acceptance and understanding- they were meant for this. She felt a surge in her heart with every step she took toward him, a warmth and affection that for the moment overpowered her desires. She'd forgotten the spite she'd felt when he'd rushed away from her previously, leaving her cold and frustrated. She'd forgiven him, and now knew fully that it hadn't been the right time. That time was now.

She shivered slightly when she came near him, awed always by how immense he seemed when she came close to him, how easily he would overpower her- and she willed it to be so. She wanted him to feel empowered and thus never approached him in a brazen way. This was her man, and she fully accepted his position as the stronger of the two, and welcomed him as one who would easily dominate her. She wanted him to be powerful- like every creature, she only wanted the best and her instincts told her that Rhysis was right- he was perfect. And so, hesitating only a moment, almost as a tease, she closed the final distance between them and lifted her muzzle slightly to impart a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw, whispering a whine of adoration to colour the moment.

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That sounds ideal. <3

If he were a rational wolf, or an honorable wolf for that matter, he would have run from her as soon as he saw her rise from the ground. She seemed almost feline like in her movements, her hips moved to sway, and his eyes obediently followed every shift of her muscles as she snaked her way, without fright or hesitation, towards him in a manner that was courteous yet seductive at the same time- the little wench. It was comic really, how he found her so very beautiful because she made him feel like a man, yet when he was in her company he was timid and shy; she would ruin him no doubt, but for some reason he didn't think it would be the worst thing that could happen to him and that he might even enjoy his destruction if she was around to drown out the pain.

Rooted to the ground, he tensed inwardly as she made her final approach. It was clear she would not stop until she had reached him and the craving in her bright, earnest eyes hypnotized him into staying right where she wanted him; like a moth to a flame. His mind coaxed her closer still, drowning out the little voice in his head that told him to run away. His gut feeling for her mingled with the instinct her scent brought to life and he was doomed. There would be no running for her. His legs would simply not cooperate this time around. She had won. The wolf he knew nothing of, but her name, had stolen his full attention and he was a concoction of anticipation and fear as she drew up to his body. The calidity from her radiated against his skin, despite the bitter cold bite of the weather he could feel the warmth leave her body and enter his bones, soothing him from the inside out.

She reached out, unafraid, and pressed a kiss to his muzzle and he was undone. Completely lost now, the siren had captured him and he was being pulled towards the rocks, his ship soon to crash and sink and lead him to a watery death, but he did not care and he would go down with a blissful smile on his face. "You are a drug." he whispered as his muzzle lowered to grace the tip of her ear with a gentle nibble. "An addiction I cannot quit." he continued, lowered the tip of his nose to press against the warm flesh inside the soft lobe where he expelled a warm breath. "An addiction I don't want to quit." he mused, removing his nose from her ear and trailed it down to her cheek where he bumped her with confident affection, his fear having vanished beneath her first kiss. "You are so very bad for me." his voice was lowered, seductive as he left his mouth like melted chocolate, the deep tone of his drawl was that of lust, leaving a trail of hot breath as he moved from her cheek to her muzzle where his coral tongue slipped from lips and planted his own at the crook of her mouth. He took a step forwards, pressing his chest against her, forcing his weight against her smaller body as he greedily took her scent and the warmth from her body into his own, like the greedy git he was.

The silver sylph's racing heart stilled as soon as she felt Rhysis relax at her feathery touch. She felt even more sure of herself now, knowing that she'd won. She felt a stubborn surge of pride- one that had been injured the last time they had been together, and that silver-tongued devil within her smiled with a dragon-like grimace. But this did not show on her features, still warm and subservient...It was not in her nature to exhibit her pride. The minx had two sides, though only rarely could any other catch a glimpse of her darker side.

When he spoke of her as being an addiction, she exhibited some mild signs of humility, as though ashamed for having been perceived as a drug, one whose effects Rhysis couldn't pry himself from. But when he said he didn't want to, she looked up to with docile eyes and smiled, finally. She'd let him bestow his touches upon her without distracting him with kisses of her own until he said those words, following which she could not keep herself from rewarding him and showing him her appreciation by returning the nuzzle he'd given to her cheek. She sighed gently, closing her eyes and pressing her temple against his jawbone.

Had he not spoken the next words in such a heated tone, she might have actually felt remorse for what she was doing. But no- this was seduction talking, not regret. He pushed his chest against her and she leaned back against him and began to comb her teeth through the fur at his neck, trailing down from his ear to the edge of his jaw, smoothing the fur with her tongue. The fur along the nape of her neck stood as a small shudder of anticipation ran through her as she breathed almost silently. "Let me be good for you."

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(This post was last modified: Mar 07, 2013, 05:08 PM by Sagacity.)

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Her words were sweet yet not acquitted. Despite how little he truly knew of her, he knew she was not stupid and that she was aware of his situation with the lead female of their pack- though they did not show it, they were meant to be together or at least show some testament to a united front. Of course, he didn't blame her for misreading the signs, Naira and he were hardly the couple of the year, but he sensed that even if Sage knew how wrong them embracing was, she still would not care - in a similar fashion to himself, he supposed. He did wonder for a moment, that if he and Naira had not fallen to pieces, whether he would be sitting here with Sagacity right now. Despite their reunion but a few days back, he still felt something not right between. Whilst he had asserted his dominance over her and therefore the pack, a God in his own right, he still felt as if something were amiss between them and it had fallen upon Sage to bridge that hole. Now however, was not the time for thinking and his inner musings fell upon deaf ears – he did not listen to his own thoughts, but instead close his eyes and enjoyed the soft warmth of her tongue as it caressed his neck, back and forth in a rhythmic fashion, lulling him into complete relaxation and surrender to her charms.

”You are good for me, in all the bad ways.” he purred, his voice soft as he allowed her to show worship to her king by remaining still. He shifted, lowering his head to bump the top of his muzzle beneath her own and raise her eyes to meet his own where he supported his chin. ”I am like no other, my silver siren. I like that what we have is wrong, it makes me feel alive, but I get the feeling that I might be more then you can handle…” he said before pulling away, not from her embrace but enough to let her support her own muzzle as his gothic gaze bore into her own. The message, he hoped, was clear. That he was not stupid and knew that this was wrong, that they were playing a dangerous game which he enjoyed immensely but had no idea how it might end. Was she prepared for that? He doubted it- even Naira had been unable to tame him. Oh, she had for a while, she had made him forget himself and it took a trauma to the head to make him realise he was no one’s puppet, but a God in his own right and he intended to live like one- consequences be damned. He could not however, expect her to feel the same. The lust she felt for him was real enough, but he wasn’t sure how long she would, could, make this game last before she got burnt.

”Do you think you can tame me, my silver siren? ” he asked, an honest question which he hoped he would get an honest answer for. All fear long forgotten, his ego rode the wind. He felt powerful, immortal perhaps as his mind and senses danced in her scent. He pressed forwards again, pushing his body so close he might feel her heartbeat against his chest, his nose left a trail from the base of her ear to her shoulder, his breath falling hot across her skin as he took her in inch by inch until he was almost dizzy with her aroma. He hoped she would not run, he might not be able to stop himself from chasing her and taking what he believed was his. He didn’t want another Naira in his life- he wanted a female who knew what she was, his to dominate, to worship him and treat him like the deity he felt he should be. Having run only on instinct thus far, he could not predetermine her next move.

The clever woman knew that she was playing the conflict between Rhysis and Naira against him, though she intended to make it seem as though she was innocent, that her feelings for him stemmed not only from lust but from a real desire for him. In truth, she wanted him in part because he belonged to someone else. She wanted him because he belonged to the alpha female, and she wanted him for herself...But she wanted him to leave her on his own accord, not because she'd planted the idea in his mind like a seed in fresh soil...Of course, this didn't mean she wouldn't give him a friendly nudge in the right direction. The woman was selfish, but she wouldn't allow him to see that side of her. She wanted him to see her as the right one- one without drama or manipulation, a woman who would make him feel powerful.

He lifted her head and with coy reluctance she tilted her head back, eyes raising only a moment later. Her instincts recoiled shrewdly as she took his silver gaze into her own, but she allowed herself to believe that he'd intended for her to perform such blasphemy, to look into his eyes. So she did- she held his gaze with a level one of her own, eyes softening to draw him in. He spoke, and her expression did not change- of course she knew he was aware of what they were doing and how wrong it was. She'd never doubted that. But she knew he wanted this, thus she felt assured that it was meant to be.

Her expression stayed the same still when he challenged her, and without a moment's hesitation she replied. "I can't tame you.." She said, and surged forward to lean against him as he moved toward her. Her back arched like pliant silver metal melting under the heat of flames as he touched her shoulders, her head tilted back, revealing the pale fur and sensitive skin of her throat as a symbol of her deliverance. "I want you wild."

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(This post was last modified: Mar 07, 2013, 07:15 PM by Sagacity.)

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Her response was of course, right on the money. He would not be tame again, no one would domesticate him and the fact that she wanted him, just as he was, brought him no end of pleasure. Her words were like honey to his ears, a tuneful sound that sang just what he wanted to hear. He did not think for a moment that he was puerile enough to be manipulated, or that the clever female might have other alternatives. He lived in the moments that they shared, unable to think sensibly or of anything other than adulterated hunger for her. When they were apart, he thought more clearly and would make attempts to elude her. It seemed he was condemned to fail though, because he only ever found her alone and in need of his company. In truth, he most likely sought her out, telling his pesky mind that he was on border patrol or exploring, but he always wound up finding her. He didn't believe in fate, nor love at first sight but lust was a powerful thing, perhaps even stronger than he realised. When these feelings had stirred in him before, he had wound up joining a pack where he did not belong and impregnating the female who was now his queen- yes, lust was a dangerous thing indeed.

”And that, is how you shall have me.” He answered the hidden question, the movements of his touch trailed back from her shoulder to her cheek, though this time he nibbled at her silky fur, tugging perhaps not too gently as though he might set her skin on fire from the heat of it. ”Raw.” he growled, his movements drawing ever high in a slow, tantalising motion. ”Wild.” he continued on, his lips almost to the base of her ear once more, his tugging yet to stop. ”Free.” he finished and dragged his muzzle to rest atop her head so that he might cradle her beneath him in a possessive, jealous manner. ”And I will have you for my own.” he stated boldly, not worry in his tone that she might reject him for he felt in that moment, it was not her choice to make but his to demand and she to give.

She could tell immediately that her words had had the right effect. She was stoking his ego purposefully, complimenting his manhood and making herself seem as much as possible like the inferior gender so as to empower him. And she didn't care at all that she made her gender look weak- why shouldn't she embrace such vulnerability when the man standing so close next to her made her feel secure, wanted, valuable? If Sagacity was having success making him feel like a man, he made her feel all the more womanly and in tune with the femininity of her spirit.

His teeth tweaked the fur along the side of her face below her ear, along her neck, and she made no complaints as she felt the sharp tugging sensations. She emitted a purling groan when he spoke, something that sounded like his name though clouded by lust. The certainty with which he spoke assured her that she'd done what she needed to do- he was becoming bolder and she wouldn't be one to test him. She owed him, now- she could not disobey. "Take me," She said, a pleading tone her her voice. "Control me. I'm yours."

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She need say nothing more to him- adrenaline mixed with desire, the pungent scent of her hung in the air and he took one final breath of air before he did just as she asked. Unable to deny himself what his body screamed out for – there was no going back from here. No thought to the consequence of his actions- much like when he found himself in this situation but only a year ago. The aftermath be damned, he would allow himself whatever he desired in life and right now, the silver siren before him was not only what he needed, but just what he wanted. She would soon see him for what he was- dominant, wild and raw; just what she wanted him to be.

Cue the mood setting music and fade to black.

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