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- Terra - 02-05-2012 [html] OOC terra will pull away at the last minute because her instincts say she needs a mate. really messes with her mind right now Terra laughed softly at his words. She knew exactly what he meant. True, her experience had been different. Terra had left before she had a chance to learn much beside puppy tricks from her pack, and had spent a long time having to learn things on her own. Where the shock factor came in was entering the lands and discovering she wasn't a freak of nature, that there were others like her. That they had been like that for generations, and knew all kinds of stuff she couldn't even begin to fathom. Even after the months spent learning Terra was still grasping for even the basics, desperate to learn everything she could.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-05-2012 That is fine! This is such an amusing thread, and Trent is so identity-confused (I feel sorry for Terra!). He so badly wants to convince himself he's straight. xD [html] She came closer, leaned into the touch of his quivering hand and he forced a smile to come to his face. This was right, this should be right, and he needed to just suck it up and do this. As she licked his chin, suddenly turning the roles that he thought were set in stone around, he was taken aback, but it also confirmed his thoughts that this was the right, guy-like thing to do. Just follow his instincts... There was no time to be a coward now. Awkwardly Trent moved the hand from her cheek to her shoulder, and he reached forward and pressed his nose against her neck, her mane and fur brushing against his nose softly. His tongue lapped out to lick the fur behind her ear, if she would let him. Having a one-night-stand with someone in a pack he'd only just became part of seemed like a dangerous sort of game in more than one way -- his emotions, her emotions, as well as the danger of a pregnancy that this King who ruled the pack would unlikely be very happy with -- and he was more than willing to take it slow, to get to know her and see if she still wanted to be with him the next day. - Terra - 02-05-2012 [html] OOC Terra smiled as his hand slid down to her shoulder. A nose came up, pressing into her neck. Her hair fell around him softly, and Terra moaned slightly as a tongue brushed against her ear. It felt so right, sending tingles throughout her body. Reaching forward Terra let her own hands settle on him. Her hands brushed over his body, searching for sensitive spots that could give him the same pleasure he gave her. Smiling she licked his cheek, head dipping down to neatly nip at the fur on his neck.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-07-2012 [html] Trent closed his grey eyes, thinking of someone else, willing to be somewhere else. He leaned against Terra and awkwardly wrapped his left arm around her waist so that he could rub her back. The movements of his hand rubbing her back were stiff and awkward; Trent had never been with anyone like this, least of all a female that he was only feigning to be interested in. The coywolf decided to make the best of it, though, and imagined that he was with the dark stranger rather than her in the process, trying not to feel too guilty. He gently tugged at her ear with his teeth as she moaned, while he felt somewhat excited at last at the touch of her hands brushing his body. He arched his back and pressed his body gently against hers. Her words hit him like a truck when he finally understood their gravity, and for a moment he stopped, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her back; his nose pressed against her neck and he then opened his eyes. No grey fur, no black mane; only her dark red mane falling over his nose, accompanied by hues that were much like his own. When she trailed along his thigh, though, Trent forgot again, closed his eyes again. He gasped at her sensitive touch, swallowed dryly, and let the hand on her shoulder trail down along her arm, then her waist. He rubbed the fur there gently, leaving his nose in her neck, covered by her mane. - Terra - 02-07-2012 [html] OOC Trent's body met her, and Terra shivered with excitement. Already the words she'd spoken were forgotten, pressed away into a world where words and feelings mattered. Terra's world narrowed, consisting only of herself and this shy, trembling wolf, trying to sooth her desire. He wasn't very good, but Terra was willing to be patient. Trent froze up for a moment, leaving Terra to whine, wanting more touch. Her stroke seemed to bring him back to life though, and Terra sighed with relief. It wouldn't be good if he decided to stop, leaving Terra with an insatiable craving.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-08-2012 [html] Though touching her waist, Trent couldn't find the courage to do much more than what he already was. He gritted his teeth and grunted as Terra nibbled his shoulder, hard enough for him to imagine it could've been his teeth. Trent could feel the excitement grow in his body as she rubbed his thigh, up and down, his eyes closed tightly while he tried to just enjoy the experience. It became easier now that they were so close, now that he knew there was no way back (unless she'd change her mind, but since he knew she was in heat he didn't expect that to happen) and, perhaps, now that she was pushing his buttons and touching all the sensitive areas. Trent kept his eyes tightly shut, too afraid that the spell would be broken when he'd open his eyes and that he would realise that he was doing something that felt completely against his nature. When she touched him, closer and closer to his groin, it wasn't her that swam through his mind, but the dark-furred male. Trent frowned as he tried to concentrate on getting an erection, her touch and rough nibbles helping him along the way while he was in a fantasy world of his own with a whole someone else. His nails were pressed into the skin at her waist, staying there because it was where his hands felt most comfortable. Where it was easiest to pretend. - Terra - 02-08-2012 [html] OOC man my characters have dominance issues His hands dug into her waist, and Terra pulled herself closer, rubbing against his sheath. That wasn't enough though. Terra pulled him down to the ground, remaining on top of him. She ground her body against him, breath pulled in sharply as his body touched the source of the fire. She leaned down, kissing Trent gently. She had learned since those first few days of hesitancy, though she was yet to go all the way. Her instincts got in the way of that.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-10-2012 [html] Things went pretty quickly suddenly; Trent was on the ground before he knew it, his head dizzy from the quick pull down, and he could feel her warm body on top of his, heart racing in his chest. For a moment he looked up at her, knowing that it was not right, and then he closed them again, leaning his head back against the cold ground, chin tilted up slightly and his lips parted as he felt her touch all over him. He knew that the moment of truth was drawing nearer then. He'd hoped for a different pose, because it felt rather strange to be on the ground and it was hard to pretend that he was with anything but a lady, but he was ready for it, waited helplessly on the ground for her to get on with it. There was no going back, now. Completely unexpected, he felt her touches halt, and when she pulled away he was left on the ground alone. Grey eyes opened and stared at Terra as she apologised, although he felt like he should've been one to apologise. It wasn't so easy to just stop feeling the excitement run through his body, though, and Trent swallowed as he sat up so that he could pull his knees up to hide his most sensitive areas. Trent wasn't sure whether he was relieved or frustrated that she had pulled away, and for a moment he just looked at her with a blank expression, having a hard time finding the emotions to go with the situation. - Terra - 02-10-2012 [html] OOC It was wrong, so wrong, and yet so right. Terra wanted to clamber back over to Trent, to continue what they were doing. Her instincts had complete control over the tiny hybrid, leaving her clashing on the inside. If she had been pure coyote there would have been no hesitation. She wasn't though, leaving Terra to deal with the consequences, no one able to guide her through the frustration, to assure her that she wasn't the first. Out of the corner of her eye Terra watched Trent sit up, pulling his knees up to cover what their actions had created. His face was blank, leaving Terra ashamed. He wouldn't have wanted to stop.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-10-2012 [html] When she looked up, Trent avoided eye contact because he didn't want the possibility that she might see it as an incentive to go on. She'd already made it clear she didn't want to, and he wasn't sure if it was because she didn't want to be with him or because she hadn't really meant to be with anyone to start with. It scarcely mattered, though, other than the fact that he might try and pursue mateship with her in the future if it was the latter; but right now, Trent didn't really care whether she was revulsed by him or by herself for the things they'd nearly done. When she asked if it'd end, accompanied by a laugh that could've been one out of shock, terror, sadness or actual funny, he had to think a moment about what she meant. Only after a couple of seconds did he realise that she meant the season, and he nodded. He remembered it from his old pack, remembered it because that was the time his parents'd try to push him into getting involved with the girls in his old pack. Well, scents alluring to some males, at least. Trent was just playing pretend, after all, playing in a game that was way out of his league. Trent felt awkward then, not really sure how to behave. He'd already said it was okay, and what else could he do? Trying to make random conversation seemed kind of silly and very much out of place right now. Still in his hunched position with pulled up knees, he looked up at her through strands of cinnamon male that had fallen in his face again, and smiled awkwardly. - Terra - 02-10-2012 [html] OOC The poor male seemed uncomfortable with Terra's actions. It made her feel awful. She shouldn't have pulled away. Terra hadn't had a choice though. If she'd been thinking clearly Terra wouldn't be doing any of this, but without any experience to help her deal with the need, Terra fell victim to the tug. It hurt to stop, even if it was her own instincts forcing her to do so, telling her to wait for the one who would stay with her, help her raise healthy pups and keep them safe when vulnerable.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 02-21-2012 [html] It was kind of awkward when Terra moved closer to him, but he tried not to fidget or get too nervous. Trent still wasn't entirely sure of his desires, where they lay and, most of all, which were the right and the wrong ones. His ears twitched as she spoke, and he smiled awkwardly again.
- Terra - 02-21-2012 [html] OOC She smiled softly at his hesitant words. He had put up with a lot more from her than anyone else in the pack had been forced to. Terra wouldn't be surprised if he left the pack because of her, too freaked out by her mood swings and dominant behavior. Terra was highly defiant by nature, making her act highly dominant around those who pushed at her, but such behavior on someone who was already submissive was very much against her normal grain of behavior.
Let the night take you away
.terraheat .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .terraheat-header {font-size:20px; text-align:right; padding:10px 20px; font-family:"MONOTYPE CORSIVA", sans-serif; color:#DF0101; text-shadow:#4C2D11 0px 0px 5px;} .terraheat p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .terraheat b {color:#DF0101; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .terraheat {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc3 ... mjgx-1.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:260px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFBF00; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .terraheat-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; } .terraheat .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #A67C15; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Trent - 03-07-2012 [html] ooc here · table by Alli! Three months. It didn't sound very long, but at the same time like a very long time. Trent smiled at Terra, nodding as she spoke. Then she left, and he felt relieved and disappointed all at once. "Ah, see you later," he mumbled after her, not sure if she even heard him. For some time he glanced at the entrance of his room and makeshift den, and then he sighed softly and crawled into the makeshift den they'd made together for a nap. .trentfeb1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#735245; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;} .trentfeb1-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#473c35; text-align:left;} .trentfeb1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .trentfeb1 {margin:0 auto; width:90%; max-width:600px;background-color:#1b0100; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BxMZH.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 123px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5f301b; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |