07-05-2011, 09:23 PM
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When it came to drinking a little went along way with her; a third of the bottle was not even gone and already she was feeling tipsy. She had to admit she was a bit of a lightweight but that did not really bother her, since she rarely drank in the first place. Already most of her troubles had left her mind for the moment. Tail was wagging against her butt and ears were perked up, showing that she was excited and having a good time. Giggling to herself as she nearly fell off the log she was sitting on. Even if she fell on her back she would not have cared at all. The world seemed like a better place when she was drunk; but the negative effects of drinking were not worth it to do it constantly. Not knowing that there was going to be a male with black fur approach her; and had she been sober she would have run away and ordered that the pack deal with him. No she just had the bottle tipped up to her muzzle and she continued to drink from the bottle. She simply wanted to drink herself to sleep and forget this night.
Her senses were dulled because other wise she would have been able to smell an approaching wolf that she had never met before. Heard the sounds of his paws on the ground but of course she did not. He could have been hostile and she could have been in danger; she could have been killed and no one would notice until a few days later. That was when she looked up and saw him; black fur covering what she could only guess was a muscled body that she would like to run her paws all over. She could not help but notice a handsome smile spread across his muzzle; oh yes she certainly wished to get to know him better. Then when that accent hit her perked ears she could not help but stand up and sort of stumble over to him. This man would have easily reminded her of Lucifer; and that would have sent her packing in the other way. However in her drunken stupor she just got closer to him; bottle still held somewhat loosely in her paw. “You sure can handsome” she said in a hearty tone of voice. She wiggled her hips a little to show off; to show that she could handle him if he dared to try her.
She took his paw and shook it, with his fur in total contrast to hers. Males with darker furs than her just seemed to attract her more. “A pleasure Bartholomew, I am Amaterasu” she said with slightly slurred speech. Drunk and with no shame she pressed herself against his body; admiring how soft and warm his fur felt to her. With paw in hers she walked him over to the log and took another sip of whiskey. Giggling even more she sat down and then offered him the bottle, better to get drunk with someone then all alone. She would have been on him already but she could not just assume that he wanted to mate with her; which of course in this state she would have been all for.
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xD i love drunk Amaterasu
When it came to drinking a little went along way with her; a third of the bottle was not even gone and already she was feeling tipsy. She had to admit she was a bit of a lightweight but that did not really bother her, since she rarely drank in the first place. Already most of her troubles had left her mind for the moment. Tail was wagging against her butt and ears were perked up, showing that she was excited and having a good time. Giggling to herself as she nearly fell off the log she was sitting on. Even if she fell on her back she would not have cared at all. The world seemed like a better place when she was drunk; but the negative effects of drinking were not worth it to do it constantly. Not knowing that there was going to be a male with black fur approach her; and had she been sober she would have run away and ordered that the pack deal with him. No she just had the bottle tipped up to her muzzle and she continued to drink from the bottle. She simply wanted to drink herself to sleep and forget this night.
Her senses were dulled because other wise she would have been able to smell an approaching wolf that she had never met before. Heard the sounds of his paws on the ground but of course she did not. He could have been hostile and she could have been in danger; she could have been killed and no one would notice until a few days later. That was when she looked up and saw him; black fur covering what she could only guess was a muscled body that she would like to run her paws all over. She could not help but notice a handsome smile spread across his muzzle; oh yes she certainly wished to get to know him better. Then when that accent hit her perked ears she could not help but stand up and sort of stumble over to him. This man would have easily reminded her of Lucifer; and that would have sent her packing in the other way. However in her drunken stupor she just got closer to him; bottle still held somewhat loosely in her paw. “You sure can handsome” she said in a hearty tone of voice. She wiggled her hips a little to show off; to show that she could handle him if he dared to try her.
She took his paw and shook it, with his fur in total contrast to hers. Males with darker furs than her just seemed to attract her more. “A pleasure Bartholomew, I am Amaterasu” she said with slightly slurred speech. Drunk and with no shame she pressed herself against his body; admiring how soft and warm his fur felt to her. With paw in hers she walked him over to the log and took another sip of whiskey. Giggling even more she sat down and then offered him the bottle, better to get drunk with someone then all alone. She would have been on him already but she could not just assume that he wanted to mate with her; which of course in this state she would have been all for.
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