ooc: Late night of the 25th. Dance Tent...

If nights were made of this, of song and dance and festival lights, then it was doubtful she would leave without fuss. Her shop had been closed earlier that day to give herself the time to wander the varying kiosks. Just as she had seen it for the first time, the market was lively with creations human and wolf alike shown on display to be bought or traded. She hadn’t an eye for anything in particular at the moment… more so her intentions were to kill time until nightfall, when the more desired life began. For the second night, it began with the lull of a lovely melody from the large tent that housed the dancers. And for the second night, she was drawn in and was powerless to escape the pull.

She waltzed into the tent to the rhythm of the strings, garbed with nothing more than her own lustrous fur groomed to perfection with wild mane tamed into a single cord draped over her shoulder. Her payment for her earlier services had yet to be adorned, but in its place were an array of feathers fashioned within the rivets of the braid. Owl and Red-Tail both speckled and striped were fitted down the length of the braid then fanned out at the tail end of her radiant locks. Rather than an extravagant dress or fine animal coat, she could content in accenting her born features, drawing less attention to what she could afford and more to what she already had. Vanity was not a word she was accustomed to, but pride was one she certainly understood. And with the shy, unconfident statures she witnessed lining the walls of the tent, she felt she had an upper hand in finding a perspective partner to dance.

Her search for a partner was not out of disloyalty to her mate for she loved him dearly and it was not in her nature to betray him, but she did crave the strangeness, the excitement of again treading the grounds of the unknown; even if it was for the sake of dancing. But as she wandered the interior of the tent keeping light on her feet and twirling in time with the trill of the strings, she realized she hadn’t even danced with her own mate and here she was seeking another’s hand. She hadn’t even inquired if he would like to take part in her favored activity. It almost seemed…silly to ask him for reasons she could not yet grasp. And with his lack of attendance she was more than just a little convinced he would hold no interest. Why would he take her hand when he already had it? He needn’t humor her when he already had her love.

But as she strode lightly around the gathering pulled deeper within the spell of the music and rhythmic sway of entangled forms… the comfort, the familiarity exhibited through their ease of steps, she felt herself grew envious the longer she stared the came to a pause by the fire. As well as the couple claimed to know each other, as often as she had expressed interest in dance, it should have been without question that he asked for her hand… rather than leave her to find a partner for the night to fill the void.

Why couldn’t he have just asked her…?

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Her intentions for dancing were purely innocent and entertaining, even if her movements had suggested nothing of the sort. Flirting and coaxing the sexual attention of a male were again actions she was unaware of, though she enjoyed the act of fulfilling them. To dance freely and feel wanted, even if that wanting was not in the spirit of dance as it had felt like for her. Ignorance would forever be her claim until the consequences became more apparent.

And those consequences certainly showed in a way that was not through her… but her mate. While she lingered by the fire watching with envious eyes the mingling forms of the dancers, she noticed with a considerable amount of disdain the mountainous grey form of her mate moving rather fluidly with another female pressed dangerously close to what was hers. The young thing appeared to be enjoying herself, her tail wagging with mirth like a pup with a new toy and to the tried tempered female, the girl looked like a pup trying to fill a role too great for her. Ambitious to say the least, but a mistake on the younger’s fault.

But while X’yrin was growing to dislike the girl more from afar, she couldn’t help but catch the eye of her mate as he inconspicuously lead his ‘partner’ nearer. She knew him well enough to know when he was taunting her, but this act… this was just playing dirty on all fronts. At least when she danced, it was not to parade around some lust drunk male to arouse her mate’s anger and jealousy. She danced because she thoroughly enjoyed it… but this- her trailed from the taunting look of Saluce’s blues to the hand that clasped near her rear- this tactic was just… nasty.

Maintaining her calm to save face, the Nomad woman soundly cleared her throat to catch the girl’s attention who seemed keen on keeping her eyes locked onto her mate. When that effort failed and she was still met with the female dog’s back, she placed a gentle tap upon her shoulder catching her attention then with a soft smile curling her lips. “Would you mind if I stepped in?” she inquired politely always with a smile on her muzzle. Her voice was soft and her words benign, but the message laden within the melodious syllables were as clear and true as the beautiful strings that played their music; ‘Leave… Now.’

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She was not only a lover, but a fighter wrapped up in a beautiful, seething package of gold and umber fur. When her kind attempts to get the girl to remove herself went unheeded, the Nomad believed it was due to intimidation. She knew she was tall in stature, taller than most females she came across and to this petite creature she must have looked like a monster about ready to crush the girl. But there were no such intentions, provided the girl had sense enough to know when her exit to leave was cued.

X’yrin simply sighed as the dog held tighter to her mate, refusing to meet the woman’s eyes or dislodge. Her gaze then lifted to Saluce gesturing with an expectant tilt of her head for this little game of his to stop. It was no longer entertaining and starting to grate on the woman’s nerves. Obviously the message managed to get across as she watched her mate attempt to remove the small girl from his presence… but not without substantial resistance.

In another setting that did not involve ‘her’ mate, X’yrin would have commended the girl for her persistence. Perhaps even offered words or encouragement. But unfortunately the situation involved her mate at the object of possession to a bitch that did not deserve it. The calm demeanor melted away quickly, resulting in not a smile, but an unsheathe of fangs coupled with a reverberating snarl as well as a less than gentle hand latched onto the young girl’s shoulder. The senseless thing yipped in pain as claws sank into her shoulder and roughly jerked her from the grey male. Undoubtedly her shoulder would heal without a scar, but her ego would not likely recover so easily. If anything, this would be an experience for the young dog; to avoid the suppressed hostilities of a jealous female unless she again wanted to be on the receiving end of the fallout.

While the woman reclaimed her composure, albeit slowly and with panted breaths, her feral mind was still in a raging state attempting to compel the she-wolf to not only humiliate but give the girl a lesson. And not only that, but show that excuse of a bitch that the grey male was ‘hers’ and was nowhere near worth his affections. While circling him possessively on all fours might have driven the point home well enough, she was reminded that their settling as not too accommodating to such primal actions… but that did not mean she couldn’t show her claim in another way.

Stepping between the runt female and her mate, she snaked a sure arm around his waist while drawing her better fitted form into his inviting warmth. Her growl was soft though challenging as she looked over her shoulder to the ego bruised girl and lifted her tail in dominance. But still, the act was much too subtle for her liking…not enough to leave an impression and keep that bitch from returning. Fluidly, she turned in place with a sweeping tail then let it fall between her thighs now purposefully fixed to her lover’s groin. Her tail waved contently, brushing between his inner thighs at leisure as her challenging gaze was set on the girl, daring her to make yet another defiant move in the face of evident loss.

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She had only wanted to dance, not force a display of her superiority to some senseless female. But often when it came to her mate, her intentions were often tossed to the wind to accommodate him though she hardly ever complained, and this instance was of no exception. And what was more was that the Nomad found herself enjoying the display quite a bit. Fitted into a role where she was only meant to show her rank by humble means, it was rare that she allowed her more vicious nature to come through. It came as a thought that she should perhaps thank her mate for reminding her that part of her persona was not lost, or damn him for surfacing it at all.

To her pleasure though, the smaller female finally gained awareness of where she stood between the two, an outsider unwelcome to the things that were too big and complicated for her to understand. X’yrin felt her smile grow when the female wandered off with her tail and ears lowered submissively, no doubt leaving to nurse her wounded pride. Which left the towering pair to deal with each other. The hardened flesh against her backside did not go unnoticed mentally, but physically, she kept herself from acknowledging it.

Rather she inquired, “Were you entertained?” Her voice lacked amusement but was kept at a gentle octave for his ears alone to hear. While her tone was meant to garner his attention, dexterous gloves slipped down along his possessive arms til they grasped the searching hands teasing along her inner thigh. Carefully she intertwined her fingers with his as she learned further back against his warmth and curled her tail around his thigh. “If you wanted my attention, you could have found a more tasteful way of doing so instead of using that poor girl.” Smiling knowingly, she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

In the heat of the mild confrontation, the sound of the band in play had not been forgotten, simply muted for the time being until the Nomad was able to regain her calm. When the legato rhythm was heard soundly again she felt at ease once more, reveling in the impassioned rendition of song as her body began its slow sway in tune.

ooc: Song: Kaamos

Always with the dominant side… couldn’t he had let it sit quietly with her? It was enough that rank pushed her to exert it at times, but in public why must it be provoked? Though she questioned it while she was within his arms and feigned the grimace of agitation for his confession, she did enjoy the little display, however unnecessary it was and found pleasure in complying with an act her mate found favorable; even if it was to stroke his ego and have the two of them lay claim. She giggled softly at the thought, mentally labeling her mate as a show-off before their attention was brought again to the band as they played.

Timed steps were carried slowly, paced with the rhythm before the excitable chorus swept them into a faster pace. She was spun outward to the extent their joined arms around allow then brought in by a leading pull. In the midst of their separation felt the exhilaration of adrenaline surge through her then reach is peak when she was drawn back in to be enveloped by his possessive hold. His hardened flesh pressed against her backside eliciting a chill of excitement from the base of her tail up her spine. His anticipation was not only felt, but she could smell it a plainly as she could scent her own craving for the formidable beast now tamed to play as her partner in this dance.

But while there desire was there and evident, the woman was not ready to dismiss their civilized dance to take part in the primal rendition of movement orchestrated by their own ascending ranges. What had begun here and now would have their full attention. She spun out from his grasp with their hands still delicately joined. His dexterous digits worked to keep her light on her feet as she kept her in a spin than drew her in once more. Chest begot chest, hips molded around hips and her tail was but a tease to his inner thigh slipping between her own to brush slightly against his apparent excitement. She felt the shift of his leg pulling them together back and away to lead them off before the song reached its end, but her reluctance kept them where they stood with her arms encircling his waist to for him still. Softly, she whined hoping to convince him to stay a little longer, at least until the sensation was nigh unbearable or her own desire reached its peak.

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Together, they moved purposefully. Each step matched the other’s near perfect sync without practice, within true lead, simply following the subtle advance of the other within the measured pace conducted by the band.

Music was a force all its own able to invoke an endless array of emotions without need of the experiences that often portrayed the like. One could embrace joy of running through a field or the bittersweetness that came with love found then lost without personal suffering of that particular loss. But what was more profound to the senses was to embrace what one’s feelings reflected within song. To love and be loved…to feel it… to hear it. From the strings and into her very soul the sound reverberated waking her heart from its preserved slumber to beat fervently with this rekindle and wild emotion.

Despite the words that rested on her lips, she needn’t utter them for his ears for she knew that her movements would speak for her. The gentle place of her hands across his back… the delicate pressure of her head as it rested on his shoulder; small and predictable, wordless movements that spoke in grander volumes as they were amplified by the music. And as the rhythm gradually came to a close, the band letting their instruments trail off with a single note, the inspired emotions lingered and there was no reluctance to part. Had she been thoroughly engaged with another male whilst she danced, emotion and all invested, when the spell of the music wore away she would have been left with the void of lack of fulfillment… of emptiness because which was felt was nothing more than a conjure of the music.

But she did not suffer that now. As she pulled away from his handsome physique under the glow of the radiant fire, she did not look to his face with sadness but joy… with love, for whom she had within her arms was one she cared for dearly and was hers and hers alone and desired and loved her just the same.