Backdated to November 20th. Private for Gemma, will eventually have the M tag.

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If there was one thing Shandom loved to do, and had loved to do his entire life, it was explore. The male had an insatiable appetite for knowledge and women, though the latter had been lacking in recent weeks. Every fiber of his being felt antsy; Shandom had no knowledge of the southern lands, despite having lived in them for... what, the past moon? Two, almost? Somehow, he'd lost track of how much time had elapsed since he came to the area. Perhaps it was the mediocrity of the days, or the slowness of the changing seasons - regardless, the overcoming desire to explore was almost too much for him. And so he'd found himself avoiding Cours des Miracles, travelling in aimless and nonsensical directions. Now he was here, close to a pack he knew nothing about, but cold tell was there.

If Shandom had greater courage, he'd go to the borders and try and figure out who these wolves were. He felt rather shady sneaking around marked lands like a criminal, but he had absolutely no desire to antagonize anyone. Plus, he'd heard rumors that wolves in this area had waged war recently, though the Qi'Vaex man had absolutely no idea he was at the borders of the antagonists. It was this ignorance that best demonstrated the extent to which Shandom had gone to keep himself out of recent politics, though he would not admit this to himself. He was a self imposed loner within a pack, with few acquaintances and even fewer allies. It was, though, all right. The last wolf he could call a friend was Keliyya, and it had been almost a year since he saw the beautiful and petite chocolate woman.

Thinking of her made an ache and desire grow within him; Shandom knew what it meant. He wanted the pleasure of a woman, more than absolutely anything. It would relieve his stress and bring him happiness, if only for a brief moment.

Creeper be creepin

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Sometimes, Shandom wondered if he had a supernatural ability to summon women when he was exceptionally horny. The last time he wandered upon a woman when he was, well, in the mood, the alabaster male had one of the most exciting and strange sexual experiences of his life. It was his "first time", so to speak - with Saxif, Shandom had used his Optime form instead of the more natural lupus one. He derived absolutely fantastic pleasure from that particular encounter, and the tall man found himself shifting on occasion when he was "in the mood". It gave a whole new exciting, unknown dynamic to his favorite activity in the world, and what man in his right mind would turn down something that made sex, the greatest thing under the eyes of the gods, even better? Shandom might shun Optime form for the most part, but now, when he felt like a randy adolescent, the male was more than grateful for the virus that changed his bones into something so inherently strange.

His eyes were shifty; the male was restless. Shandom missed terribly the regularity of sex Keliyya provided him - it had been the greatest thing about their mateship. The white man doubted he would ever find another woman - with the exception of Linquilea, of course - with whom he shared such an intense sexual chemistry. But the brown woman became attached, as was the nature of things, and when she grew round and fertile with puppies, Shandom lost his attraction to her. Plus, the rumors of his beautiful raven sister consumed his delicate mind, and he had to leave. To follow her, to get her to forgive him - it would always be his mission to regain the trust and adoration of one Linquilea Yae.

As he glanced frantically around, Shandom's eyes landed on exactly what he was looking for. A woman, in her Optime form as well, shed her clothes in the woods. Primal, sexual hunger roared within him; Shandom had to restrain himself from leaping and taking her immediately for his own. Such a provocative display of sexuality could not be asking for anything less, could it? He was, after all, an animal, though the virus made his mind slightly more refined and control. Regardless, he knew he would have to approach this woman. The hormones that often lay dormant in the man raged and moved his legs to the female. A sly grin on his face, Shandom unabashedly appreciated her nude form. It was more beautiful than he could have imagined at a distance. Such a lovely girl should not strip down like that in the woods, he murmured, voice husky and low with desire. It makes men .... lose themselves.

late post is late. i hope the slight pp was okay! D:

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This girl knew exactly what she was doing, and Shandom appreciated it.

He doubted she was a whore of the professional sort, and it was likely she wasn't even particularly promiscuous as well. But her luscious curves lent themselves to all sorts of risque fantasies, and a leering smile grew on his black lips as his dark eye, as one was obscured by the dark cloth of a patch, roamed across her languid form. Oh, she was lovely. It had been so long since the well muscled man touched a woman - since Saxif, and the tension that had blossomed between them - and he longed for her, despite her imperfections. The scars told a story, one he simply blatantly did not care about at this point in time, and he wanted to touch them. They looked strangely soft, for someone with such ruining features, and Shandom saw - in the part of his mind that was not utterly hidden by lust and sex - that the two might actually be able to have a conversation and find each other as like souls if given the chance.

However, today was not a day for encounters like that.

The strange woman - he had not asked her name, and doubted she would - drew the green shirt to her chest. He thought the garment strange, as it clashed unpleasantly with the gorgeous white of her fur, and his eyes narrowed a bit in distaste, though he remained friendly. Her mock coyness did not fool him, and he took a step closer, feeling brash and brazen and like the years and years of primal instincts that lurked within him were about to take full and complete control over the normally reserved man. Shandom's lips were turned into a devilish smile as he stepped to her, his head bent down so as to further examine the lovely woman. Then you'll just have to accept the consequences, now won't you? His voice reeked of sex and proposition; she would know what he wanted without him blatantly asking for it. Shandom lifted his hand to her shoulder before running it lightly down her body, having to resist the moan that so desperately wanted to come. Oh, yes - he wanted her, and his body was reacting in quite the physical way.

He bent to her ear, and, hoping she would not jump away, murmured, Do you think you can play with the big men, little girl? After that little show, Shandom wasn't particularly sure he could resist the inviting, tantalizing curves of this girl's wonderful body. Despite her size, despite his reservations about this form, despite everything, Shandom wanted her, and wanted her desperately. I'll show you some fun games.