Bramble Falls Treason all around

Mate thread; @Rosealia

Shade could stay away no longer; he’d tracked his love’s scent to a sacred place, at least to him and to her. It was a place that they did not call home, but they liked it there. He went to the Bramble Falls, the majestic sight of the beauty. He was right by the waterfall as he gazed around gently. He knew she was there somewhere. This was a choice they both needed to make, and he would not, no, he could not go against his instincts now. The heat smell was too strong for him to resist. It was here that they had finally made up their minds. Regardless of what Elettra might do to them, they were going to mate, even if it meant leaving the place that sheltered them. It was worth it, because he was with her and they would always be together. Together they would be through blood, mind and soul.

Shade’s eyes sparkled with a fiery passion to find her. Where was she, he scented around for her, but to no avail… yet. Would she even give him this honor? This was not in any means of disrespect towards Elettra, but he was hers and she was his. He simply refused to be kept from this right. He would leave Willow Ridge, the pack he had served for about ¾ of a year now. He’d give his soul to Satan just for this honor. This was it, it was the moment of truth. He let out a short howl for her. Was she there, would she appear, or disappear even further into the forest that surrounded the falls?

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the starsRosealia was not aware of his presence until a few moments of silence passed by. After a few seconds, she appeared from the trees. Her heat scent hung heavy in the air, almost like a fog. She looked at her mate for a minute, ears flat on her head. Her fur was finally shedding and thinning down, but for now, it was a pretty, soft, fluffy mess of tan and white. Her yellow eyes glinted in the sun. The water reflected on her body, moving as the waterfall rushed. Her gentle gaze met his as she steadily approached, taking her sweet time. Halfway towards him, she stopped and flicked her ears up. Rose wanted to make sure that their choice was final. He was such an overpowering, strong male. Shade would no doubt make a good father, and an even better pack leader. She knew that whatever happened, they would never be able to go back to Willow Ridge. Their choice would be final and every move they made after that would have to be well planned out. She didn't want to endanger pups, especially unborn ones.

Her eyes searched his face. She panted and slowly but surely sat down. Her tail curved in between her slender, small legs. Rosealia averted her gaze to the waterfall for a brisk millisecond, her thoughts were attracted to it and its soft background music. She licked her chops and turned to see her mate, waiting for something-anything to happen. Shifting her weight, the little girl raised her head and looked at him over her maw as she spoke, "Beloved?"

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(This post was last modified: Mar 05, 2013, 12:34 AM by Rosealia.)

WILLOW RIDGE FOREVAH!

{Could not resist the Twilight reference}

Shade’s gaze gently turned to Rosealia as she arrived, a smile on his face as his tail swayed from side to side. “My beloved, it is time, but only if you are absolutely sure.” He said his rough voice as prideful and soft as he could make it. He really loved her and he wanted no harm to come to her. More importantly he did not want to force her to do this, she had to give in willingly, and he gently let his tail wag and his tongue gently licked the side of her face. The decision had been made, he knew that enough already. They could not return to the willows now that they were together. They would be one. That was how they were. They were each half, but together they were all.

He was extremely nervous himself; the heat scent was nearly driving him crazy as he gazed at her in wait of a response. She was like a form of drug to him, and he could not live without her. She was his own personal brand of heroin. The truth was that he wasn't sure if he would be a good father. Being a leader and being a father were two different things. He wasn't sure if he could do this. “We will never be able to go back to the Willow’s after this Rose, we have to desert and risk Elettra tracking us to the face of the earth. We need to gather supporters and rise a pack of our own. But only if you agree.” He had to do this, there was no turning back.

Gloria,
we lied
we can't go on...Of course she was sure. There was no doubt in her mind that they could do this together. A smile formed on her maw as he spoke. For some reason, those consequences he spoke of were not feared any longer. She breathed in his scent as he approached. It smelled like it always did, like trees, and warmth, and love. Of friendship, promise. Something she had been searching for all of her life. Finally, she found it. He was like her savior. She stood as he licked her face, as if on a cue. The only thing that bothered her was her lack of motherly instincts. When she saw pups, she wasn't urged to play with them, or talk to them. It was probably because she never had a memorable mother. At least, not memorable in the good way.

"I don't care. We don't need Willow Ridge. Or anyone else. I wouldn't be happy there," she murmured softly, her accent lingering in her words. She liked his ideas. "Yes. That is what we will do. We have to mold a good environment to raise pups in. We will create a safehaven. A sanctuary."
It wouldn't be easy to do at all. Rose was fully aware of the things that could go wrong. Did she honestly care? No. Shit happens. It was so unlike her to *not* care. After all, she was a planner. She liked to know that everything would be okay. There was no way to ensure success this time, but somewhere, deep in her heart, she knew that they would have to come out victorious or bust.
"Shade, my heart burns for you. I'm ready."

This is the time and this is the place,
to be
alive.

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WILLOW RIDGE FOREVAH!

Shade smiled as she spoke she was ready. He hoped she truly was ready, he knew her and she knew him. “Rosealia, we’re no longer of Willow Ridge, we are of our own.” He whispered, the heat smell was intoxicating. He barely held himself back. The scents and sites around them were blocked out to him. All that mattered here was her and him. If anything else mattered then it was surely worries, worries about what would happen. They were ready, but he had his doubts. What if they could not raise a pack, what if they had to raise the pups as lone wolves? What would happen if they could not keep them alive if they did? Shade and Shadowstorm had been of a litter of 3. One of them died of starvation shortly after they were born.

The thoughts of her were unknown to him, but he had full confidence in them. He had confidence that they could be great parents. That no matter what happened, if it was a pack that the pups would be raised in, or even if it was that pups would be raised as lone wolves. Things would be different. Pushing gently up her side and then turning around, gently pacing as he thought about everything. ”Now and forever Rosealia, now and forever.” He whispered into her ear, his eyes calm. Walking around her and he froze, it was time, it was a high moon and a life cycle came to an end. Another started, or more than one. Who knew anymore? They were runaways. They were rouges.

{Fade to Black}