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Post by `Envis on Oct 7, 2017 4:56:49 GMT
It was early in the morning when I found my son curled up beside me in the den. I blinked slowly to clear my vision, smiling at the sight of his strong body. For a yearling, my son was growing excellently. He was toned, fast, and he was sharp as icy rain. I gave him a nuzzle and told him the usual morning routine. He would stay in the safety of the den as I ventured out to check what I considered our border. We were nestled safely into a corner of the forest, on one side was the river and the other was one of the rare clearings. In our small patch of woods, we were protected two out of four directions. With this benefit, I slunk around to the back of the den first since it was a smaller walk between clearing and river. Then I began my second border, a larger stretch about a half mile where the river bent and allowed us a living area, or space to train.
I had been told once or twice my legs were gangly, but so long as they carried my weight I didn't care much for my appearance. I cherished only the beauty of my mind, a sensitive network of plans and ideas that were always growing and expanding. My nose took in the air around me, checking for any unusual or new scents. It had been a few days since we'd seen another canine; this was likely due to my brilliant plan to let Samuel scent-mark. It of course read "young", but a young male was not so interesting a thing to go after in comparison to a fertile female such as myself. I was in my heat as was typical of wolves, and I prided my clean heritage. I kept my steps quiet and my tail down to prevent my smell from going everywhere. I knew a few tricks by now to both attract and avoid males, right now I intended to avoid. I was trying to give all of my attention to training Samuel; one season without pups wouldn't harm my plan in the long-run, at least not at such a young age.
I only stopped my search when I reached the end of my well-worn trail. My ears perked as I heard a soft noise, and my head snapped up shortly after, staring into the dense thicket. Someone, something was there, just beyond my sight. I could hear it, smell it, but just not see it. It was frustrating, but I followed the sound and adjusted my stance. When whatever it was came through the density, I would be facing them with a snarl, ready to defend "my" land.
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Post by Braveheart ♥ on Oct 12, 2017 5:54:20 GMT
Why would a dog wander into unknown territory? Most of the time, male or female, they all had a reason. While most of the time it was a more than innocent reason, Wicked didn't have an innocent reason. The mutt had been recently peeved from a scuffle with another canine, making him tense, ready to fight, and one hundred percent trying to pick a fight. For the most part, however, the mutt hadn't found anything more than an annoying coyote to scrabble with. And those ticks were always around, meaning it was a less satisfying solution for him. While he had yet to stumble on any territory markings yet, the mutt had picked up a familiar scent: a young male wolf was residing somewhere in this area. He simply had to hunt it. He searched the area for a good while, the boiling blood under his pelt keeping him running even as he failed to find anything of interest. Even if he didn't have anything else going for him, at least he was stubborn. No one ever got anything done without a little bit of stubbornness to keep them pressing forward. Eventually, while he didn't catch himself the scent he was looking for, he found a much stronger scent that completely shifted his anger into lust. He smelled the sweet, sweet smell of a female in prime. While the male was never too keen to stick around for a family, no one could resist nature's call when it came to a female in heat. Wicked must have been standing downwind from the female because the smell easily filled his nostrils. He followed the intoxicating scent, becoming drunk on her scent until he couldn't think of anything else but the lust he felt in his bones. As he drew closer to her, it slowly dawned on the mutt that this wasn't the scent of a common dog, this was in fact the smell of a much more wild cousin. He had yet to check that box on his list, so the male was a bit hesitant in trying to play his hand to possibly get this female on board with him, but his tail remained high with confidence in himself. He knew he was handsome, no one had the willpower to deny his love. Wicked trotted along until her scent became so strong, he had to forcibly tune it out, instead switching his brain to focus on what he was seeing around him. Trees, bushes..... nothing of interest. He kicked himself, cursing to the wind as he'd thought he lost her before he heard something. It must have been her! She was coming right for him, she must have been wanting to play indeed. The husky wrestled through the bushes, a few leaves snagging on his fur as he contorted his way through. And there she was: the most heavenly body. She was a plain white wolf, but she was much larger than Wicked for sure. She must have been just as old as the husky himself, possibly a bit older. A well established female. Perfect for carrying his spawn if that was what it came to. The male's body was held slightly tense, but he kept quite as to give her the first word. If he really wanted to seal this deal, he'd have to first figure out how he can sweet talk this girl into giving him a night of fun. Tags // `Envis © BRAVE 2017 |
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Post by `Envis on Oct 12, 2017 6:51:01 GMT
My worry was diminished as soon as I saw who, what, was approaching me. He was merely a dog, and I could snap him like a twig. Okay, to give him credit maybe a small branch, but I would give him no further pleasure in thinking he stood a chance against me. My body language switched to relaxed as I stood up straight, tail up and swaying slowly as my ears listened for anything he may have to say. But, he remained quiet. He seemed to only stare and it quickly got on my nerves. So I scoffed a bit and asked to break the silence, "Are you lost, soil-blood?" I demanded to know, not moving from my proud but not aggressive stance. I didn't know why he was there, although I had a good idea. If he was there for the reason I suspected, his appearance may have been on his side. His blood was clearly impure, but the colors were decent and his bold nature to come strutting onto my territory were definitely traits I looked for in wolves. I'd never tried breeding with a dog before, but I knew it could be worth it. My heat wasn't going to last forever, and he likely would beat it if he thought I was going to refuse; after all who wanted to poke an angry wolf? Especially a female wolf on her heat? Only someone with a death wish. I cleared my throat after that moment of thought and said, "That was probably a stupid question of me. Unless you can't smell we both know why you're here." I said bluntly, just waiting to see if he'd try and be "polite" about it. Tagged: Braveheart ♥ © BRAVE 2017 |
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Post by Braveheart ♥ on Oct 12, 2017 15:30:52 GMT
I accidentally deleted this post :c
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Post by `Envis on Oct 14, 2017 22:42:59 GMT
My ear twitched at his comment, and without hesitation I corrected, "Soiled-blood, then." I smirked, liking how that sounded much better. Still, I revoked the insult in favor of getting down to the point. There was a decision to be made, and I had to decide quickly. The flick of his tail was noticed, but ignored. I grinned with him and said, "Witch, wench - I've heard them all. Don't try to make me believe that will really deter you. You are a male." I pointed out, making it clear I thought males were nothing but lustful pup-makers. I didn't have to respect him to want to spend the night with him, one-night-stand's weren't about respect.
"No," I answered quickly to his question, mentally screaming at the familiar "princess" remark, but I quelled it as I continued my response. "But I do want your genes." I nuzzled him gently, moving on to rubb up against him with a smirk tugging at my lips, using my beauty now to my advantage. He didn't look like he was looking for love, he was driven by lust, so I was confident this would be an easy "job" for us both. We both knew what we wanted, and from there there was no reason to sugar-coat it.
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Post by Braveheart ♥ on Oct 18, 2017 19:26:27 GMT
While Wicked had had yet to meet a wolf, he'd met plenty of women, and he knew exactly what kind of woman this wolf was. She was one of those ladies who thought themselves superior to their male counterparts. Wicked knew this to simply not be true, but these ladies were not just simply swayed through a chance meeting with a male, especially if she was in season. So as this female delighted herself in knowing exactly who Wicked was, exactly what he would do, he simply let her. He was smarter than she would likely give him credit, and the man knew when to simply not fight for something that'd never change. As the white wolf spoke of needing Wicked's genes, the mutt became a bit perplexed. If she thought of him as a soiled-blood, her own words, what would she possibly need his genes for. She was a strange wolf, but Wicked found her difference in thought to be quite fascinating. He thought it better to please the she-wolf now before any harm would come his way from the larger, more predatory canine. "If that's all you wish to do with your new play thing, then so be it. I'm happy to supply," the mutt spoke, drawing in closer to the snow-bodied individual. He scented her again, inhaling the sweet nectar of her season. If it was what she wished, then it was what she would have. "Might I have a name for my troubles?" he spoke again, not entirely expecting an answer from the female, but he would offer his own all the same. "You can call me Wicked." he spoke. Tags // `Envis Words // 274 Notes // If you want them to go through with the mating, we can fade to black here. And you can mention OOC if she gives him her name, then we can start from the morning. © BRAVE 2017 |
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Post by `Envis on Oct 18, 2017 22:50:20 GMT
"Good boy," I complimented with a chuckle at his easy agreement. I wagged my tail as he sniffed at me, letting him have the sweer aroma. As I looked him over I was searching for weaknesses, patches of unhealthy fur or old scars. Thus far in my life, no male I'd mated with had survived to tell the tale of "attempted" murder. When I decided to do something, it was very rare I was deterred from my goal. I always tried to think of every possible outcome, surprises the canine may be hiding, and other contingencies. Of course I could never see the future, despite my God-complex I still knew I wasn't magic. Damn close, but not quite. I gave him a gentle nuzzle as he introduced himself, whispering in his ear, "Pennita."
Morning came sooner than I had expected it to, perhaps it had been too long since my last date night. I slowly blinked my eyes as I adjusted to the rising sun, facing the rays this time. I was used to waking in my den, in the shadows and safe from the sun's rude waking. A yawn parted my jaws as I noticed the dog still beside me. I was surprised he had stayed, it seemed like a stupid thing to do. Well, I had never claimed he was smart, nor had he for that matter. As I hauled myself up to my paws I shook out my pelt, stretching out my long legs.
"Wicked, was it?" I called over to him, raising an eyebrow slightly as I waited to see if he was really asleep or just relaxing. I couldn't say I would have blamed him if that were the case, but I did take this opportunity to let my eyes wander over him again, looking for obvious weaknesses. He had done his part, and I was starting to put together the endgame plan. He wasn't going to leaving my borders alive, at least not ideally. I straightened myself and lifted my head high with pride, almost excited at the thought of a challenging fight. Part of me was worried about Samuel back at the den all by himself, but if this had been a successful night then the reward would be worth a bit of his discomfort.
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Post by Braveheart ♥ on Oct 23, 2017 19:43:42 GMT
The dog had been teetering on the edge of sleep and being awake. His body could still feel Pennita's as he'd slumbered throughout the night, however now that the sun was rising he could feel Pennita begin to stir. He opened his eyes briefly to glimpse the wolf opening her eyes and slowly waking herself up, but the mutt closed his own for another minute longer until she finally said something to him. "Wicked, was it?" her sweet voice sang like the birds outside, stirring Wicked's to finally open for good and look at her. Surely Wicked was no puppet, but this wolf could get what she wanted with a simple flick of her nose. Wicked nodded to her as he pulled his body from the ground, stretching to a stand and shaking his fur of dust that clung to it. If it had been any other female Wick had spent his night with last night, he would have been long gone by the time the sun came rolling by, but for whatever reason this female persuaded him to stay without even trying. Perhaps it was her sweet siren ways or perhaps Wicked was feeling something deep down. Definitely not love, however to hold a female to such a high standard of admiration, it may as well be the kind of love Wicked could give. "It was," he spoke, lowering his head and lifting his leg to scratch an itch that tickled his ear before he glanced at the snow colored female again. Perhaps that was why Wicked had such an admiration of her was her snow colored pelt. Wicked had always been fond of when the seasons shifted and the ground was, again, devoured by snow. In those seasons he finally was most adapt to his home, no longer worrying about heat stroke and, of course,looking his most handsome when his coat was full and thick for the winter. Wicked shifted his thoughts from the winter as his stomach tickled with hunger. It'd only be proper for him to snag a meal for his love of the night before he left her for a while. Perhaps, if she did fall pregnant with his seed like she'd wanted, he would return to see his handsome little sons, however the mutt had never really been one for puppies. Surely he'd had sons and daughters before, but he never knew any of them and had little interest in doing so. The mutt once again had to shake himself from his thoughts before he turned to Pennita, his tail rising to the sky with confidence as he began to leave their little "hidey-hole" if you wished to call it that, "Don't fret, love, I'll be back with breakfast in a snap. You stay there." He knew the female may not keep to his word, as she seemed to be the one in charge and hated when the male had any sort of power, but he figured there'd be nothing she could truly do to him. Maybe it was dumb ignorance or maybe it was blissful ignorance. Time would tell with his praying mantas what she would do. Tags // `Envis Words // 524 Notes // Idk how Pennita will handle Wicked trying to take control but it should get interesting LOL © BRAVE 2017 |
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Post by `Envis on Oct 23, 2017 22:28:38 GMT
Tagged: Braveheart ♥ // Words: 284 // Notes: Feel lucky, Wicked. XD
My head dipped in acknowledgement, pleased I had remembered his name, simply because it was a trivia game and I loved my trivia. He looked dangerously content as he hauled himself up to his paws and began to ramble on about food. I couldn't deny I was hungry after that romp and going without my dinner, but he wasn't about to hear that. Instead I sat myself down and slid down to lay on my stomach, crossing my paws as I watched after him. Free breakfast without lifting a claw; this was just too good. I smirked once he was out of sight, eyes bright with amusement. This fool was feeding his soon-to-be-killer, willingly giving her strength to use against him. He was a fool.
Waiting was the hardest part. My stomach wondered what kind of a meal the mere dog could bring me, and my tongue was deciding which piece of flesh I wanted to taste first. On one hand, I had missed my dinner and was a bit less than usual, but so was he. I ate regularly, he perhaps didn't. On the other hand, if he turned out to be stronger than I anticipated, the meal would serve well for recouping from a fight. Decisions, decisions. I truly was baffled by my choice the more time I had to think on it, and a third thought even crossed my mind. Leave him, my mind encouraged. Leaving him alive left dangers, he could come back and hurt my son. If he was dead, that threat was eliminated. But if I wasn't pregnant, he surely wouldn't mate with me again after a murder attempt... this was the first time I could remember hesitating. |
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Post by Braveheart ♥ on Oct 30, 2017 1:24:27 GMT
It took Wicked longer than anticipated to find a meal, however the forest's fertility finally provided a meal for the dog as he caught the fresh earthy smell of a rabbit. His feet moved rapidly with anticipation as his stomach twisted in notches from hunger. Of course he hadn't gone far from his lady of the evening, but he couldn't wait to bring her back a meal. If Pennita didn't appreciate the wait, well, Wicked would just take his meat and hit the road. His business for the female had been finished anyway, she was most likely only extending him a courtesy by allowing him to treat her to breakfast. Obviously she wasn't the type of woman that needed everything to be given to her on a silver platter. You could tell that by the amount of scars alone that littered her body and gathered round her face. Wicked's head lowered and his tail rose as the scent grew stronger, practically on top of it now. He glanced around and scented the wind, but no rabbit was in sight. If he had been human, he would've been scratching his head, but since he was just a dog his eyes had a quizzical look within them. There was no rabbit, yet the presence was strong. There must have been a nest around here. His blue eyes caught sight of a small, almost discrete, hole in the ground just a few feet away. Aha! He burst forward about as fast as he could, his nose immediately penetrating the earth, his jaws open with anticipation at what he'd find. While he wasn't sure what he'd grabbed, he tugged it out of the hole and dropped it at his feet. It was.... brush and twigs. He most certainly had found a nest, however he hadn't caught the babies that lay in wait. He knew he could smell them in there, however, so he switched tactics. Wicked ripped away at the hole with his claws, digging about as fast as he could, until he'd satisfied himself, and then stuck his mouth back in the hole, this time coming away with a baby rabbit between his lips. It didn't take much to kill the babe and lay it near his feet while he went back for more. He pulled out one, two, three, and finally four baby rabbits for himself and Pennita. His chest puffed with pride, his ears seeming to stand taller than they'd ever been before, as he gathered the babes in between his jowls and made his way back to his love. It took him less time to get back to Pennita than it had taken to leave her. He entered the love shack to two had made and dropped the rabbits promptly near his lover, "Your breakfast, my queen." He took one rabbit for himself and left the other three for his snow colored princess. While they weren't a large meal, they would certainly do for a little meal in the morning and Wicked would have no problems hunting for himself again later. He ate his pint sized snack quickly, bones and all. While he usually didn't eat bones, the rabbit was just too small for the mutt to care. Having satisfied his stomach's brain for the moment, his attention turned back to Pennita once more, prompting her with questions to get to know her just a bit more, "So what brought you to the area, Pennita?"Tags // `Envis Words // 575 Notes // I don't have any notes lol © BRAVE 2017 |
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