[M] Panic!

Sidra Pheonix · 08-24-2012, 07:17 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Not as good as the first one. :c

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It hit her like a ton of bricks, the overwhelming scent of her first heat. It woke her in the early morning, her scent radiated off of her and she was sure everyone within a mile's radius could smell her. It was so putrid it seamed she was yelling for attention. Sidra rolled out of bed, stood, and looked around absolutely panicked. Surprised Amethyst eyes darted around the room as if she wasn't alone, but she was. It calmed her nerves some but what this scent meant didn't. She wasn't quite sure how to deal with it, she felt like the whole pack was going to flock to her once they took a whiff of the sweat aroma that was seeping through her golden speckled pelt. ....damnit. She cursed as she quickly gathered her things. She needed to get out of here. She didn't want the attention from the whole pack, from all the males she still hadn't learned how to trust. Sidra just wanted to be alone until the heat went away and she could be herself again.

Once her things were packed she left her room and padded down the hallway to Aro's room. She was strangely drawn to the door and to his scent. Sidra walked up to his door and inhaled deeply the scent of her lover. It was potent and sent shivers down her spine. The leopard woman wanted nothing more than to go inside and take him, show him just how womanly she was. The thought lingered for a moment, so very hard to resist knocking at his door and waking her sleeping Knight. Sidra whined and sighed, then left the lower level. She was going to leave, unable to handle all the eyes she knew would be on her. The only eyes she wanted to pay any attention to her, were Aro's stunning blue orbs.

Sidra rushed through Casa di Cavalieri, her eyes watching her back as if there was a murderer after her. Thankfully, everyone was still sleeping and unaware of the blooming young female. Still, she walked fast looking around and felt as though there were so many pairs of invisible eyes on her. She couldn't take it! Her first thing to do was to grab Soloman, she would need him. The horse was anxious as she came to him in the meadow, probably sensing her own anxiety and soaking it up. She hushed him and led him through the pack lands. Shhh, Sully. We'll be home again soon...hopefully. He nudged her as he walked. The loyal horse would stand by her side at all times, he was Sidra's one best friend. The woman became frustrated and growled as she left the borders momentarily looking back at her home before she mounted her steed and rode off into the trees.

There were a few things she needed to do before she could find refuge. One, was a desperate act which didn't work. She tried to wash the scent from her pelt in a nearby stream but as soon as she left it seeped back up through her pores and drenched her pelt once again. There was nothing she could do to rid herself of it. The next thing she needed to do before nightfall was catch herself some food. She wasn't going to be going out much now, knowing she needed to hide herself away if she wished to stay safe from the traffickers. It took her most of the day, but she caught a total of four rabbits. They'd last her days, maybe a week or longer, but she really didn't know how long her heat would last. Once she was satisfied with her days work she headed towards the first place that came to mind. Halifax, where she'd met Adelle. She mounted her steed and took off towards the direction of the broken down city. There, she would be able to find a house to lay in wait.

She reached the town in about an hour. It would have taken longer if she didn't have Soloman. The sun was getting lower in the sky. She needed to find a house before nightfall. Once in the town, she galloped down the street until she found a house that wasn't nearly toppling over due to old age. She jumped off of her maple stallion and rushed inside pacing pack and forth for a few minutes. She didn't want to be out here. She wasn't safe. But, she couldn't handle the attention all the male's would give her now, she didn't want it! Sidra growled viciously before relaxing on an old ouch, leaning her head back and taking a deep breath. Within a few moments, she was asleep. Exhausted by this morning's struggle.

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Alister Callow · 08-26-2012, 07:51 PM

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Word Count → 885 :: I seriously need some tables for this guy. Sorry for the wait, I hope this post lives up to the expectations!

The days had passed dull and dark and damp, each one blending into the next as heavy clouds loomed over head. The dog-woman had proven herself and elusive criminal, and the Callow knight hadn't seen hide nor hair of her since this mad quest began. From what he'd gathered she was a trader, and traveled often. Not that that information had been of any use, and nor would it. It had been made quite clear to him that his help was neither wanted or needed. The scarred male was brusque to say the least; savage. Did he not understand that Alister was helping them? He felt a pang of regret, for now the golden wolfess he'd met before, Ciara, was surely suffering at his account. He should never had mentioned meeting her, but how would he have know she wasn't supposed to leave? She'd introduced herself as an Epsilon of New Dawn, just as this Augustus had. At the very least she should be able to hold her own. He didn't understand it. A woman could fight just as well as a man. His clan had had quite a few female warriors, and they'd proven themselves positively lethal.

Ugh, he should never have stayed for as long as he had. If he hadn't had been so soft he could have offered his sympathies and moved on. Any other man would have done the same, apparently he wasn't any other man. Isa and Hadley would have had their pups by now. At least he'd had the sense to obey the behemoth's wishes, and had traveled south. To the home that waited for him. To Casa di Cavalieri. There his skills would be appreciated, and his steel would be welcomed. Or so, Isa had assured him.

Lifeless plastic eyes, possessed by a stuffed toy in the shape of a wolf, stared at the ceiling. It was a gift he'd hoped to give to the silvery woman's pups. A fortunate find, and one he was sure the little ones would be sure to enjoy. Despite a powdering of dust it remained in good condition, granted one ear was a little chewed, but it was in one piece. It was the least he could do for the woman who'd shown him kindness and offered him a home. Beside the doll lay a couple belts carrying sheaths with a longsword and dagger. His pack there was also, all his belongings resting on top of the bed. The hybrid himself lay just out of sight beneath the bed. His patched bedroll lay on the ground below him as he lay on his back, muzzle a mere inch away from poking through the frame. And for as odd as it would seem the Callow man was really quite comfortable, considering he'd slept most of his life in a cramped den beneath the Beta's house.

His muscles ached, but that was just as he liked it. The man had taken up his sword and shield in a training regimen mimicking that of his old clan. He worked his muscles and went through his stances until he had to pant for every breath, and until his muscles burned like the flames of a funeral pyre. It was disciplined work, but he was a disciplined man, little did he know that this was about to be tested.

The Callow knight was not aware of the woman who'd fled to his very doorstep. His brown ears twitched to the sound of her growl, but it wasn't that that woke him. It was the smell. His nostrils twitched, once. It filled them with a pungent aroma, sickly sweet. His nostrils twitched again and a cream hued hand rubbed them. When it persisted he rolled to his side, a pink tongue sliding out of his muzzle to lick his lips, as if his belly ached with hunger, but it wasn't his belly that ached. With a groan he opened his hazel eyes, pulling himself out from under the bed. Half-asleep he ran his fingers through his short-cropped mane, and pulled his belt from the mattress. He was drawn towards the scent like a moth to the flame, and strapped on his sword belt as he strode through the doorway out into the hall and into what remained of the sitting room. He wasn't prepared for what he saw there.

A woman lay asleep on the couch... And he found her irresistable. The scent was stronger here; her scent. It caused his hazel eyes to smoulder with a feral intensity, and he saw nothing but her curves. He had to bite his lip to coax himself to look away. He didn't know this woman, damnit...but oh, he wanted her. His body wanted her. He had to fight this, fight whatever this was. For a brief moment he regained control of himself and as silently as he could he crept to the bedroom, stuffed the toy into his bag and came back to the sitting room. Carefully he tread from there, doing his level best to stalk silently towards the door while holding his breath the best he could. But before he reached it a floorboard creaked and his heart nearly stopped. He involuntarily released the breath he was holding praying that it hadn't been enough to wake her.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-27-2012, 05:10 PM

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Hey! Don't worry about expectations. Now, I hope my posts live up to yours! Big Grin

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Dreams came to the leopard woman fast. They were bizarre, arousing, yet interesting dreams that had the woman smiling and making small noises as she lay on the couch. Nearly every frame of every dream had Aro in it. The handsome man she loved, the one who turned her on beyond whatever she thought was possible. After about an hour of sleep, she rolled over so her whole body was on the couch, her legs spread out comfortably. Who would have thought a dirty old couch would be a good place to sleep? As dreamed on, things began to change. The seductive dreams where Aro was once in, changed and now there was a faceless man whom she was surprisingly attracted to. It seemed that in this state of heightened arousal she would be attracted to any man, or woman. The satisfied noises continued as she let the dreams play out, they felt so very real and enticing. There was no worry for who this man was or why he was causing her so much pleasure, she welcomed him to do anything that she wanted, that her body wanted. Even in unconsciousness her heat was taking over. It was the first one she'd ever had and it was overwhelming.

It probably hadn't been the best idea to take up residence in an old house in Halifax. There were still many canines here around the old shops and bars, some probably even lived her permanently. But, when she'd left Casa's borders the only thought on her mind was escaping her pack and all the attention she would be getting. The man that had been sleeping in the back room wasn't even noticed upon arrival, her mind elsewhere. She hadn't even bothered to check to see if this house was empty.

The small muffled sounds of the man packing his things and slowly walking her way were heard, but they didn't wake her. They merely played a part in her whimsical fantasies. It wasn't until he creaked the floor board that she started to awake. Sidra's ears twitched and her mind slipped back into a half conscious state, her sense of what was real and what wasn't beginning to kick in. The stranger's scent wafted into her nose, causing it to wrinkle and a long quiet moan came from her. A man was here, but the unconscious and still dreaming part of her thought that it must just be Aro coming to surprise her and a larger smile splayed on her lips. Mmmmmm...you came. She said in soft sultry tone before turning over on her side and taking another whiff of the air around her. Wait a minute, that definitely wasn't Aro's scent. Panic struck her and her eyes jolted open, her amethyst gaze immediately pin pointing the source of the smell. A man was creeping out of the house, weapons dangling from a belt. Sidra growled a deep and feral growl before hopping off of the couch, grabbing her dagger from her bag, unsheathing it, and pointing it at the man. Hey!! What the hell do you think you're doing in here? Trying something?!

Although the heat made her much more attracted to men, her sense of danger still stayed in tact. She was alone out here with a putrid aroma radiated off of her body. This was probably the most dangerous time to be in Halifax or anywhere outside of Casa's borders for that matter. Sidra judged his demeanor quickly, eyes gazing from his face all the way down his mostly nude body. Her glare on him softened as she realized he didn't appear very threatening at all and appeared to be leaving. She kept the dagger raised and her stance ready but she no longer believed him to be a huge threat. Even so, what was he doing in this house while she was sleeping? That seemed kind of suspicious to her. His presence was deterring her though. She could feel her heart beat rising in her chest from the man simply being in the same room as her. She didn't know him, had never seen him before, but he was a male and her need to reproduce was incredibly stubborn with the heat making her body tingle with desire. Maybe she shouldn't have left and just dealt with a few male's attention. What are you doing in this house while I was sleeping? It had probably been her heat that had drawn him in here, that had to be it.

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Alister Callow · 08-27-2012, 07:10 PM

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OOC:: Haha this is gonna be fun! Where's the popcorn? WC::

The man passed the couch, careful not to stray to near to her, or breath in her tantalizing scent. But as he did so his brown ears shifted towards her listening to her soft empassioned sighs and ragged breathing. The amber in the mid of his hazel irises blazed as they roamed over her lithe frame. His body shuddered in reaction, and his flesh burned beneath his fur. He took another step, eyes never leaving her body. She didn't seem to react to his presence, and he glanced towards the ceiling in silent thanks, but as he took another step towards the door he realized that he didn't really want to leave. Something about her, the way she lay so contended, her sweet perfume, and the erotic sound of her moaning cemented him in place for a moment. Gaining some semblance of control he took another step, steeling himself mind and body, that was when the floor squealed in protest. Everything stopped, then. The breath rushed out of him and panicked eyes raced to gage the woman's reaction.

There was nothing for a moment and he gathered his resolve to try again, but then it came. A long sensual moan. He closed his eyes tight and before he knew it he was inhaling the sweet aroma of her heat. His body eagerly drank it in, and he felt saliva pool in his mouth. Then she spoke. You came? Had she been expecting him? Did she know he'd been in the back room all this time? His brows slowly knitted together. He'd never seen this woman before in his life, how could she have know he was here? As he gazed at her he saw her nostrils widening, inhaling his musk of wood smoke and leather, but something was wrong. Her eyes opened suddenly, narrowing on him. He turned towards her, feeling light headed. Being so confined in the house the smell had nowhere to go and he was hopelessly seduced by it's intoxicating aroma.

He was a simple man, unadorned, save for the necklace resting against his toned chest. His shield was strapped about him, the leather loop drawing a diagonal of brown leather from chest to his opposite side, breaking the pattern of his ridged abdomen and its developed musculature. Two simple belts were about his hips, one thinner with a dagger sheathed on his right side, the other was wider, heavier to compensate the weight of the long sword sheathed on his left hip. His leather pants he wore also, but in his haste he'd neglected to lace them up properly. All this was lost on him as he gazed in a trance at the waking woman. A growl tore from her lips and he was pulled back to reality. He shook his head roughly, the dagger she'd drawn unnoticed until the very last moment. Delayed he grabbed for the hilt of his bastard sword, though only drew it half way. His bag fell to the ground with the motion, landing with a dull thud.

She yelled at him accusingly breaking the haze of his former state entirely. His hackles immediately rose. His English-accented voice was deeper somehow due to increase in testosterone."What do you mean what am I doing here?! I've been here since this afternoon! Maybe you should have, I don't know, smelled around before you decided to barge in here smelling, smelling like that!" Even in his surprise her heat was affecting him, breaking up his words. He glanced at the dagger. "I don't mean you any harm, please...drop the weapon." Heat or no she needn't fear any harm from the hybrid, and Alister didn't much like seeing a dagger pointed at him. He'd preferred to keep his sword in its sheath for now. Unable to bring himself to harm something so...so...lovely.

His body felt weak just being near her. He forced his eyes, which had been ravaging her throughout, downward. Alister pull yourself together you're a knight for god's sake! But he couldn't. His mind and body were fighting a losing battle, and his body was winning. Her eyes softened and she spoke again. "I was uh..just...just leaving." He had to remind himself, as well as tell her. Half-heartedly he reached for his pack, but neglected to pull it from the floor.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-28-2012, 01:14 AM

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I gots it right hurr!! Big Grin

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The longer the man stood in front of her, the longer Sidra was able to contemplate his appearance and what her body wanted her to do. He was handsome with a bright pelt and toned muscles, pretty eyes too. Sidra didn't like how he reacted though, the stranger's hackles rising as she got off of the couch. Her own hackles raised in reaction to him and her lips curled back in a snarl. She wasn't about to let him show her up. No way. The moment he spoke, she became even more attracted to him with his strange accent. It was so hard for her to stay mad at him, even though she didn't know him. All she wanted was one simple thing, a thing that would have huge consequences. Sidra didn't know how to keep the thoughts out of her head though. She growled at him as he talked back, not appreciating his tone. At least she had a reason to be yelling at him. She'd caught him sneaking out while she was sleeping. Who knows what else he may have done while she was sleeping, or could have done. How dare you talk to me like that! I can't help the way I smell!! The least you could do is not be a creep and hang around while I'm sleeping! She really couldn't accuse him of such but the way he talked back had her on edge. It was even worse to know that he'd been here since nightfall and she hadn't noticed him when she entered. There was simply too much going on for her to have even thought of checking...she just needed a refuge.

Despite her dominant posture and raised dagger, her ears were pressed back submissively. She wanted to submit to him. But no! No way a simple scent was going to make her let a complete stranger do such things to her. Let alone a man! Her nose wrinkled at the thought. What the hell was wrong with her?! The man asked nicely for her to lower her sword and she did some, the submissive behavior that normally didn't exist kicking in. It dropped to her side but her posture didn't change. Her hackles remained raised and her lips remained curled back in an unruly snarl. Her eyes darted to his weapon which he hadn't even bothered to take out of it's sheath. That calmed her some but still, he had a weapon on him. She would keep hers on her body at all times in case he tried something. Disarming someone of their weapon wasn't a hard thing to do, even if she was half the size of the person. As Sidra gazed at him, she felt a strange blush well up under her fur. Shyness overtook her and her eyes darted away from him. Why was she acting like this. It wasn't like her at all. She still wore an angered expression but her eyes said she wanted to surrender to him. He was a male whom she could reproduce with, that was the only thing on her clouded mind.

Then, he mentioned he was leaving. Well, obviously he had been. She looked over him one last time determining if she even wanted him to leave or not. No, she didn't. Despite their rude greeting, she wanted the company...any male company really. Even though he wasn't Aro, he was a man who could do all the same things...well, most of them. With a sigh, Sidra relaxed her posture and looked up at him from under her brow, her head lowered in a shy demeanor. The heat was telling her what to do and she had no control. No...I'm sorry. You caught me off guard. Didn't mean to come off so harsh, but I'm a bit on edge if you couldn't tell. She kept glancing away from him as though she were too shy to keep her gaze on his. It was annoying her that she couldn't keep her confidence, the confidence that made it so she'd never back down from a fight. If not for this heat, she would have had him leave and never saw him again. Her voice lacked the former aggression and was now a small soft tone. Who are you stranger? I'm Sidra Pheonix, from Casa di Cavalieri. He was obviously a loner. She could pick up a few difference scents off of him, but not enough to pit him as a pack member. Sidra hoped he would stay and keep her company...maybe they could have a little fun. In her own way of course.

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Alister Callow · 08-28-2012, 10:14 AM

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OOC:: -noms- WC::

She retorted quickly, muzzle wrinkling into a snarl. Even this action caused his insides to writhe into knots. Her every move was so sensual, enticing. He wanted nothing more than to...No, no he didn't. He had to lick his lips to keep from drooling. "Of course...course not." His voice was softer now and his hackles fell. "As for creeping around, as you so eloquently put it, I was fast asleep a few minutes ago." And so he had been, even his mane, which he cared for so obsessively in any other situation was unruly, disheveled. The haze before his eyes was lifted however. Her raised voice had jolted him awake, and he saw her very clearly.

She was an exotic looking woman, with a pelt like none he'd ever seen before. His head cocked with interest as it roved over her gold accented frame. She was a little over a foot shorter than he, but her body appeared long and lithe with beautifully sloping curves he couldn't tear his eyes from. And those eyes. He glanced up at her face to her stunning amethyst orbs, like none he'd ever seen before. He was enraptured by her and he couldn't bring himself to look away. His eyes caught hers as they took him in and his hand rushed to his mane where he ruffled it self-consciously the motion doing wonderful things to the muscles of his chest, which was decidedly bare. He'd always had a high opinion of himself, his looks anyway, but the women of his clan had been far more interested in Aedan's legitimate son with his cream pelt golden locks, and dazzling blue eyes. This woman, however, seemed just as enchanted by him as he was her, and he had no idea what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but...no. No it wasn't right, he couldn't. This...this wasn't him.

She lowered her weapon and his long sword compliantly followed, retreating back into its sheath with a metallic scraping noise. He slowly removed his hand from its hilt with an open palm, watching her just as carefully. "There...That's better now, isn't it?" He said in his accented voice, as soft as thunder. While she struggled to look up at him, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. His body was blazing, unbearable heat spreading from his abdomen and upwards. The tension was palpable in the air as her body remained tensed. He did his level best to relax, himself, to quell the fire burning inside him. He struggled with every breath, on the verge of panting, he tried to control, but the seductive fragrance of her heat burned inside his nostrils. It dazed him, making all coherent thought impossible.

He vaguely registered that she'd spoken again and it took him a couple moments for his mind to catch up. "It's, it's okay...You have every right to be suspicious." He was only midly aware of the other hand the clutched the handle of his pack. He looked at it, as if he'd only just now realized it was there. He'd been in the process of leaving, hadn't he? His eyes followed her as she kept lowering her gaze, seeking hers. "Alister Carrow...er, Callow...Alister Callow." God, he couldn't even get his name right! Had he been in a better mental state he might have remarked on her being from Casa. He'd been headed there himself, but the detail was lost on him. "Pleasure, pleasure to meet you, my lady." His voice was halting, uncertain as the situation caused him to be. He hoisted the pack to his shoulder. "Now, I guess. I'll be...on my way." But he didn't move, his body was entirely unresponsive he couldn't tear himself away.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-28-2012, 11:58 AM

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OOC here!

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It was a further relief to know that this man hadn't been sneaking around the house she'd sleeping in, but sleeping in it as well. He seemed genuine and kind, though Sidra still wasn't one to trust strangers, especially men. His posture calmed, hackles falling flat again, and she was no longer threatened by him. His eyes were stuck to her, which made her self-conscious with the scars littering her body and the heat getting to her head. She didn't want all this attention...did she? She wasn't sure. She was attracted to him, wanted him to stay but part of her knew better than that. A smile crossed her lips as he tried to fix his messy mane. She noticed his muscles flexing and her tongue flicked out of her mouth to lick her lips. For a moment, her ears pressed forward, intently watching him as he moved. Damn, he was handsome. Manly in ever aspect and so very irresistible. Sidra let a small whine slip from her mouth, immediately regretting it. Her face turned fro his, ears pasting against her head once again. A hand came up to fiddle with one of her long braids...she was a complete mess right now unsure of what she wanted and unsure of what was right. She had someone who loved her, cared for her, but right now all she saw was the man in front of her.

He let his weapon slide back into the sheath and his hand fell from it. Her eyes glanced down to her own dagger which she still didn't want to let go. With some hesitation, she placed it on the table that sat in front of the couch. The man spoke again. Oh man...his different way of speaking had her tuning on every channel just to listen to him. Yes...I suppose it is. Every moment they stood in front of each other was torture. She wanted to succumb to the heat, let the wildfire envelope her and do what her body wanted her to with every inch of it's athletic frame. They stood there for a few moments. Sidra's eyes darted form the floor up to him, capturing every little movement and sound he made. Her canine pressed down on her lip as she tried to control herself from doing something she knew she'd regret.

A few moments later Alister finally answered her, though she hadn't even noticed how long it had taken him to respond. She was much to entertained by his presence to even care what words were and weren't said. She smiled when he fumbled his name. It gave her a little bit of confidence knowing she was making him that way. Her scent was capable of causing any man to drop to their knees, she had some power when the fiery intensity burned in her. But, it wasn't true power for she could barely keep herself in check. Sidra straightened up and lifted her head. The hand that had been holding the dagger came across her chest and to her other shoulder, seductively trailing back across and over one of her bare breasts. She inhaled sharply, her arousal at it's peak and ready to pop. Without even knowing it, she was seducing him, letting her body take over. One of her legs bent underneath her curves showed even more and her arm crossed her stomach to catch hold of her other arm in a shy manner. Her head lowered once gain, shyly gazing up at him from under her furrowed brow. Alister Callow...is a handsome name. Oh god. What in the stars name was she doing? Seducing him?

Yes...she was and she was enjoying it. The exotic woman was sinking back into her old habits of sleeping around with men just for fun though now that her heat was here, it held a purpose. A purpose which she had the intense need to fulfill. She couldn't take it any longer. Her eyes narrowed into a sensual gaze and she stepped forward. Pleasure to meet you too Mister Callow... She walked up to him slowly and when she reached him, her hands went out and grabbed his pulling him forwards to where the couch was. Please don't leave. Have a drink with me, we can talk and get to know each other. Of course that's not what she meant by talk, but Sidra was having a good time already. Whether he followed he to the couch or not, she sat down and dug through her bag. The woman had a full bottle of whine on her person, knowing she might like to drown her worries away in the delicious liquid. It was a sweet white whine, the name had been worn away from time. She also pulled out a flask full of vodka and set them both on the table looking up at Alister in a suggestive manner.

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Alister Callow · 08-28-2012, 02:07 PM

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He noticed the scars that marred her body in places, but they did nothing to deter him. If anything it made him want her more. He peered at her beneath his lashes, a heat spreading in his cheeks. Oh god, he swallowed the lump that had arisen in his throat as he watched her pink tongue slide over her lips. How long was this, this feeling going to last? His body ached for her, he wanted nothing more than to be with her, to lay beside her for the day, the night, until he was duly spent, for as long as this wonderfully primal feeling raged within him. His ears twitched to the sound of her whine, pining for him for his body as much as he was hers. He closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet perfume. They opened slowly and when he watched her shyly look away he wanted to hold her, to lift her chin so he could look into her dazzling amethyst eyes and kiss her moist succulent lips. But that wasn't all he wanted to do with her. His eyes flicked to the couch behind her and he imagined himself laying her down against the cushions and wrapping her legs about his waist. A feral growl rumbled deep in his throat and he took a step towards her. The reality was so obtainable all he had to do was reach out to her, take her in his arms. But something deep inside stopped him, kept him rooted to the spot. He could not advance another step.

His eyes never left her, they watched her every move, enchanted by how sensually her body worked. With some hesitation she placed the dagger on the table top. He'd been too oblivious to be wary of the weapon any longer, but some of the tension in his body subsided at her relinquishing it. The man had never been with a woman before, but his body didn't allow him to be apprehensive it just wanted one thing, the both of them united in this single crippling desire. The pack and all its contents thudded to the ground, some of his things spilling from it, but he didn't care he only had eyes for her fingers as they trailed a path down to her bare breast. His heart skipped a beat, but he wasn't satisfied he wanted it to go lower, his hazel eyes blazed multiple hues of color, brown, and amber, and green. He took another step towards her, unknowingly, his body responding. The tangled laces of his leather pants were bulging. Fortunately for him his sword belt kept the pants secure about his hips. "Sidra..." He whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

She sauntered towards him and his eyes roamed from her swaying hips to her face. The scent grew stronger, and his body quivered. When her hands touched his an electric shock raced through his body. He felt his feet moving and was powerless to stop them as he obediantly followed her to the couch. "I suppose we could, talk." He replied in a seductive drawl. He was humming with the energy of being so close to her, and he found he wanted to be closer, intimately so. It was his turn to look away and he occupied himself with his shield, ducking under the strap and standing it up against the couch. His sword belt he kept in place for now as he sat himself beside her. It was unbearbale being so close, every inch of his body humming. He gazed absently at the alcohol, then turned his gaze back to her as he grinned sheepishly. "I suppose one...wouldn't hurt, would it?" He eyed both the flask and the whine. "There's no glasses..." he said as he hesistated, his mind breaking through the fog for a brief moment.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-28-2012, 04:43 PM

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The power she had over him was like a drug, she wanted more. She wanted nothing more than to stay with him all night. They could talk, play, drink...maybe even do more. Sidra let her imagination go wild and it sent shivers down her spine. She didn't know the man, but wanted him so very badly. Alister followed her without hesitation to the couch where she sat down. The moment he sat down next to her, she stiffened, the fur on the back of her neck standing on end. It took all of her will to not turn to him and place her lips against his, feel the warmth of his masculine body as she pressed her own up against him. There, his hands would be free to explore her and do whatever he wanted and hers could do the same. It wouldn't be long before they committed the one act she was trying to very hard to stay away from. Sidra shook her head slighly trying to knock the thoughts out and focus on the task at hand. She had a man, this heat was merely playing with her mind. Her eyes turned to him, seductively narrowed on him as she shook her head. No, it won't hurt. It never did hurt. Alcohol was one of her favorite things. It was as she looked at him that she noticed the necklace dangling from his neck. It was beautiful and detail, looked to have some value to it. She didn't look at it long enough for him to notice her, but that's what she'd be going after.

There was also his swords, but in Casa she was sure she could find a trader to find weapons of her own. Something like Alister's necklace would be hard to come by. She turned back to the bottle of whine and Vodka at Alister's mention of no glasses. She tilted her head and nodded. You're right...hmmm. She got up, slowly, almost planted there by the handsome man's presence, and went into a room she knew used to be a kitchen. This place may be old, but there were certain things Luperci didn't care about. Silverware and glasses were one of them. Once in the kitchen she began to search through the cabinets until she found what she wanted. There were a few wine glasses left over and in the back of the cupboard some other glasses. But, they could drink straight from the flask. That's what she did at least. With a satisfied look on her face she walked back over to the couch with the glasses in one hand. Sidra bent over the couch, behind where Alister sat, and placed her free hand on Alister's chest, breathing him in. A tremble was sent down the back of her neck and down her spine at the touch, the simple touch of herself on a man. Her finger ran through his fur. Found some... She came back around, sat down, and placed the glasses on the table. Instead of grabbing the wine she grabbed the Vodka and took off the cap.

It was a common knowledge to drink liquor before anything else, or you'd end up sick. She took a swig herself, downing it in the most graceful manner. She tried her best not to show it on her face and succeeded, something she'd learned. Then, she handed it to Alister. Hope you like Vodka. If he took it from her, she'd then wipe out the dusty wine glasses with a cloth from her bag. Who knows how long they'd been sitting that cupboard for. Once clean, she leaned back on the couch and pressed herself up against Alister, letting her eyes wonder over his lean figure. The bulge in his pants was noticed and eyed for a moment before a wide grin spread across her face as she thought about the things she could do with what was hidden behind the cloth. She could feel her heart start to race, pounding loud in her chest. Her breath became faster as she looked up at him. What had she gotten herself into? Aro was the only man she'd let come near her since she came to this land. He was the first man he'd come to trust and love. Now, she was gawking over a stranger. Oh how easy it would be to simply let herself go. Without thinking, Sidra leaned closer to him. Her face so close to his. She breathed in and whined...god damn. This was torture!

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Alister Callow · 08-29-2012, 09:58 AM

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He kept a bit of distance between them on the couch. Most men would have lost their minds by now, but Alister, he wasn't most men. He was still innocent, and knew little and less about women, so he hesitated. He was a gentleman and knight above all else. Honor was everything, but what was honor in the face of a woman's love? Even the hollow, selfish love of her heat. It meant nothing, it was just a primal urge that Alister had no idea how to counter, how to control. He was a man who'd always done everything in his power to rise above his ancestors, both feral and domestic. He was...civilized. Of all his three forms he was almost always in Optime. Secui he used only sparingly for hunting and the very few other activities where four legs were actually beneficial. His lupus form he'd never re-visited, and most likely never would. Instinct was not a foe a man could engage with a blade and so the wolfdog was at a loss. He ruffled his mane again, unaware that he was even doing it as she looked at him with her dazzling amethyst eyes. He somehow managed not to drop his jaw and gape at how gorgeous and exotic she looked. He had at least that much control over himself, but little more.

Alister cared for few of his belongings over much, save his sword and the pendant about his neck. It had belonged to his mother, a woman who'd died of a broken heart when he was just a babe. He figured it the symbol of some pagan diety, and despite the fact that he wasn't all too religious himself, it had been hers, and that was enough to make it special. He never took it off, and he never would if he had a say in it, that was. He didn't notice the woman's eyes as they admired its beauty, its detail. His sword on the other hand, however well tended, was rather plain, with only a leather grip and no device, decoration or even inscription. It was a weapon, nothing more, nothing less. But one he cared for daily, polishing and sharpening until the edges were razor sharp and the steel shone bright.

He hung on the woman's every word when she spoke, as she seemed to draw out every delicious syllable. Little was said, the both of them preoccupied by the wants, no needs, of their bodies. When she got up from the couch he couldn't help but stare as her body straightened, his eyes traveling from her rear up her gently sloping hips to her bare chest. Hazel eyes darted away swiftly to avoid any notice, but when her back faced him they resumed their inspection. God, the way she moved! It was almost too much, but as her lithe figure vanished into the other room the man was granted a bit of a reprieve. The scent still lingered in the fibers of the couch but the absence of her presence served to clear the fog of his mind. What was he doing? This was a mistake, he hardly knew this woman, and he certainly didn't love her. The average man would feel no shame, but Alister, again, was not the average man. He couldn't help but think, what if...something happened, what if he lost control, got her pregnant? And if he sired another litter of bastards like himself..? No, he couldn't, couldn't do that to a child. He felt uneasy, a pang of anxiety sweeping over him suddenly, not letting go. It kept him in its suffocating embrace as he listened to the muffled sounds of her rifling through the cabinets. His eyes swept the floor to his pack, its contents spilling out in sad array. Hmm...He could leave, he could be gone before she came back into the room.

It was too late however a fresh wave of her delicious fragrance wafted into his nostrils as she sauntered up behind him. Her fingers blazed a trail from his shoulder down his chest and a pleasant chill crept down his spine. He forgot his uncertainty, forgot everything. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end with the whispering of her breath. She took him in readily, breathing in his earthy scent. His breath hitched, and before he could react she was gone only to reappear on the couch, glasses in hand. He couldn't stall her any longer, and he swallowed his anxiety as she promptly removed the cap from the liquour and took a swig. Even the way she drank was sexy! She hardly so much as flinched. He took the flask from her, "I do now..." Even his own voice had become a seductive purr. His accent both sophisticated and sensual with its hard consonants and long vowels. He lifted the flask to his lips and, closing his eyes and took a swig. He hadn't been quite as graceful as she, the liquor burning down his throat, but he swallowed it down smoothly, placing it on the table with a satisfied sigh.

Her body leaned up against him, causing a tingle to creep along every inch of him that her body touched. His hungry hazel eyes followed hers to his straining laces, a hard blush burning his cheeks. He looked away shyly, his stomach knotting at sight of her wide grin. She knew the power she held over him, and she was using it to her advantage. He busied himself with the bottle of wine. The cork he clamped tightly in his jaws, tugging the bottle until it came free with a faint pop. He grabbed one glass after the other, tilting them so as not to spill a single drop.

Her face came close to his and his ears shifted forward swiftly with her whine. The glass he set down, hazel eyes meeting hers full on. A hand rose tentatively, reaching out to her.
He caressed her cheek tenderly, eyes following the trail of his fingers as they ghosted down the side of her neck. He took one of the long braids that was foremost on the side of her head and placed it on her shoulder, his fingers lingering at the end. His gaze darted down to her bare breasts. He looked away, uncertain, before trailing his fingers back up the side of her neck until finally they departed from her silky fur and he turned away slowly picking up one of the glasses from the table and holding it out to her. "Ladies first."

Sidra Pheonix · 08-30-2012, 10:06 PM

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Alister was blatantly shy and it tickled her pink to have him react as such. He fumbled with the whine as she pressed her bare body up against him. Simply another sign of the delicious power she held over him. She'd missed this so much! When she did this for her own gain it could be a blast and she wasn't going to stop until she got that necklace from around his neck. It was beautiful and elegant, something she could either just keep or sell for a fair price, maybe even trade for some more alcohol. Sidra kept her eyes off of it though, being discrete about it. Also, she was much to distracted by the handsome man to remember her goal at all times. Sometimes, her instincts kicked into overdrive and threatened to take control of this very intimate situation. She could simply forget the whine, forget the necklace, and have him right here. But no, she couldn't. Sidra knew she had to focus on the goal she had chosen for herself and remember that she had a special someone already. This was purely for fun and gain.

She watched as he poured the whine rather skillfully into the glasses she'd found. He was careful to not spill a single delicious drop. That was a big turn on for her. Alister was graceful and precise with the liquor as she always was with it. Sidra smiled sweetly at him as he turned to her, her hand being placed on his thigh. He was a gentleman in his actions, his hand tenderly brushing her face. She leaned into it, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment as she breathed in. This wasn't going to be easy, she just wanted to throw him down on the couch and commit the act she had forbidden herself from committing. Oh, his touch was tantalizing. Normally, it would have no effect on her and she would have played along but no, she felt bewitched almost. Alister gently placed one of her braids away from her chest and his eyes took in her medium-full breasts. That's right. Oh Alister, you're such a gentleman. But, in this time of intense heat I care not about your manners. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh. Don't be shy. She encouraged before turning to the wine as he had. Gracefully, she took the glass and lifted it to her lips. It burned as it went down, tingling in her mouth before she swallowed the semi-sweet golden liquid. It's delicious. Now, it's your turn. She continued to drink from the glass not able to resist the mind altering nectar.

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Alister Callow · 08-31-2012, 12:30 PM

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Her hand on his thigh sent tendrils of heat spreading from the area and up. Her touch sending chills down his spine, and he found he wanted more. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and lay her on the couch, to fill her with him. But he couldn't...could he? She leaned into his fingers, and even as his hands caressed her from cheek to neck and back up all the way to her chin he wanted to kiss her, feel her warm sensuous lips against his, and pull her close. He just wanted to give in, give himself to this feral desire. Her words came, reassuring him, encouraging him.

She took the glass from his hand. "You're right, I should just...relax..." He agreed after drinking from the cup. The wine wasn't as potent as the vodka had been, but the two together... Their affects were solidifying as he took up his own cup and began to drink of the golden liquid. It removed all apprehension, making his head feel light. The scent of her heat still blazed within his nostrils and when he looked on her again he was enthralled. He set the glass down, a little over half empty by this point. It occurred to him that he was still wearing his sword belts, the leather and weapons causing him some discomfort as he sat. "A moment... my lady." His accented voice was halting. He fumbled over the buckles, one by one, until finally he snaked each belt from his waist, resting each alongside his shield at the side of the couch. The strain of his laces was more evident with the belts removed, and his pants sunk lower on his hips, offering the slightest hint of what lie below.

She reached for his hand, placing it on her thigh. With the help of the wine and her encouraging words his fingers stroked the fur beneath them. He leaned into her. Finding that he just couldn't fight it anymore. His eyes devoured her body as they moved from thigh to abdomen, ravishing her curves and up to her perfectly proportioned breasts. They were neither too large or too small as he was in awe of them. His free hand came to rest on her abdomen, while the one on her thigh grasped her leg, pulling her gently closer. His fingers roamed upwards until they came to rest just beneath the curvature of her breasts. His eyes darted up to hers, as if asking her permission before his hand cupped her breast, his calloused thumb stroking it gently, testing her. It was warm in his hand, and seemed to fit perfectly into his palm. His hazel eyes flicked up to hers once again for encouragement, the hand on her thigh slowly reaching upwards.

This was new, this feeling. For once in his life he felt wanted. She didn't care for his manners, didn't care who he was, who his parents had been. She just wanted him. Not truly, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that, but just didn't care. He glanced up from her breast, looking at her beneath his lashes, "You're...perfect." He whispered huskily. His eyes wandered to the scars on her chest and he tilted his head slightly, wondering who could have possibly done this to such a lovely creature. Hand still resting on her breast he leaned in and kissed the marred flesh.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-31-2012, 07:35 PM

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Her glass was quickly emptied. She was a fast drinker, prone to the sweet liquid and the effects it bestowed upon her. Her head was already lightly swaying but she knew her own limits and knew how to keep herself under control when she drank, most of the time. When she emptied the glass, she set it down and poured herself another leaving it on the table so she could return her attention to her very interesting male acquaintance. The wine wasn't helping much to take her mind of the heat that burned her entire body, changing her state of mind without her consent. She had hoped that it would help some, but it did nothing but make her more light spirited and happy. It wasn't a good mixture with her heat and she'd need to be extra careful if she planned on keeping her control. Her eyes were forever narrowed in a seductive gaze on Alister, often traveling down to his bulging pants where the present awaited her, tempting her.

Alister got up and removed his sword and belts. She took the time to drink some more of her wine, lowering the glass a considerable amount. As he removed his heavy weapon, she took the opportunity to top off his glass. If everything went as planned, the handsome fool would be a drunken mess by the end of the night. That's what she hoped for at least. It would make it much easier to snatch up that necklace from around his neck and get out of here before he awoke. Sidra watched Alister remove the belts, freeing up his hips so she could see more of his muscles. Her eyebrow raised noticing the increased strain on his pants. Attractive. She shivered, pushing back her naughty thoughts.

Their contact was intense, his eyes wondering over her body as hers did the same to his. He took the initiative by touching her, following her curves, one hand ending up near her groin and the other under her thigh. The pull caused her to gasp and then release a sensual growl as she felt his warmth against her. His hand continued to dance over her body before he hit a sensitive point just beneath her breast. She wanted to be fondled and played with and he was teasing her so badly. Her eyes gave him the permission and his hand found it's place over her breast. Her head moved back slightly, sensitive to the touch. She was sensitive to everything. The alcohol, his touch, his presence, her own wants, it was pathetic really. All of his movements were gentlemanly, a little too gentlemanly for her taste. Her eyes gave him all the encouragement he desired, and more. She wanted a taste of something rough, enticing. In the back of her mind, she knew who she wanted but the heat would rather have this fine gentlemen at this moment in time and she was helpless against it's powers. It was all a storm of desire and feral need for procreation, blocking out their true wants and intentions. But, oh, it was so damn exciting.

The words echoed into her ears and the confidence gleamed on her face. Even so, she lowered her head shyly. Oh no. I wouldn't say perfect. Don't cut yourself short either... His hand remained on her breast, but his lips traveled to her chest where her clavicle was outlined by her soft flesh. The warmth of his lips on her skin sent her into overdrive. She wasn't one for romance or the small touches he made, she wanted more. Her feral desires took over. She pulled him with her as she lay back on the couch, falling so that he was above her. His weight was no concern and rather welcomed, but she couldn't hold herself back. She was swimming from the alcohol and being tested by the heat and it was all becoming too much for Sidra to handle. Still, in the back of her mind she thought of Aro and what he might think of what she was doing. Well, he had his fair share of fun hadn't he? Oh...that was the heat talking wasn't it? Sidra dared Alister with those amethyst eyes, though she didn't know how far she'd let him go. Like I said, don't be shy. She hated shy!

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Alister Callow · 09-02-2012, 08:18 PM

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OOC ZOMG Po-tat-oe!!! xDD And the pants...do they come off? xP

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After removing his belts from his hips he glanced at the table, seeing that his glass, nearly empty a moment before, was full once again. Smouldering hazel eyes shifted sideways to the leopard woman, a lazy grin tugging at the edges of his muzzle. He shook his head once, still grinning a bit, sat himself back down, and drank the glass down to half, watching her all the while. His eyes followed hers again as she gazed down his hips to the top of his furred cream sheath which peeked out from beneath the weathered hide. His eyes aflame, sought to catch hers as they darted from under his lashes, issuing an invitation. The wine was working its magic, relaxing his body and mind, untying his bonds; the mental blockade that held him back.

Her growl at his firm, but gentle tug excited him, and he held her in place as his eyes devoured her flesh. The hand that rested on her breast began to squeeze gently. Sidra's eyes urged him on, and he, fully in her control by this point, was more than willing to see to her wishes. The hand on her thigh roamed upwards, ghosting over her groin for a moment before continuing up her side. He exhaled, eyes closing as his calloused hand reached her waist, a growl bubbling in the back of his throat. His touch was more urgent now, rougher, empassioned as his nostrils burned with the intensity of her heat. His lips, after having kissed the scarred flesh roamed upwards along the side of her neck. His hands pulled her closer. The one on her waist wandered to the small of her back while the other squeezed her breast with increasing pressure. He kissed her neck, and upwards to her cheek. The hand resting on her chest came up to cup her chin when she lowered her head. He gazed into her amethyst eyes for a moment before his lips finally met hers.

It wasn't how he imagined his first kiss. It arose out of need, not want, his lips crashing down on hers. He couldn't shake it, this desire and he kissed her hungrily, deeply. The hybrid growled as his tongue licked at her lips, seeking a way in. Like father like son, the Callow man was doomed to fall and all to a woman's will. She was as subtle as sin and he paused as she pulled him down on top of her. Shocked for a moment, he lifted his head to gaze at her, before his burning hazel orbs narrowed and he smirked. "Mmm." He growled, his muzzle lowered to her ear. "Well, aren't you a naughtly little minx?" The tawny man nipped at her ear before his lips traveled down her neck. His hand mimicked the movements of his lips on the opposite side as his kisses traveled down her collarbone.

He grasped her firmly with the wandering hand as his lips halted at her breast. He kissed its center, flicking his tongue at it once or twice, eyes darting up to hers to gage her reaction. The other hand sank lower and lower while his lips remained at her breast, trailing his kisses around it, teasing her. When the free hand reached her hips they paused, stroking the sleek, silky fur. He was so close now, his body trembling with anticipation. Slowly his fingers trailed inwards, closer and closer to the source of her power, the moist slit at her core. A growling whine emitted from his lips as his fingers inched ever closer. His eyes darted up to hers again and he drew her into another kiss. Leaning into her, the hardness of his veiled length pressed against her lower body. His pants fell lower with the movements of their bodies.

Sidra Pheonix · 09-05-2012, 07:17 PM

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Alister's touch was always like that of a gentleman. He was constantly testing her boundaries even though she had dared him more than once to not be afraid and take the initiative. His hand began to gently grope her and she growled seductively once more, completely overwhelmed by the heat and the need to procreate. It was the only thing driving her to become intimate with a stranger other than the necklace that still dangled from his neck. A hand came over her groin and she shivered. It was a touch she wished would have continued, but instead he teased her and simply ran over it. A growl from him was an attractive thing. It told her that he liked what was going on and that he was becoming more excited by it. Good. Oh, the kisses on her neck that led all the way up. She moved with it, her head tilting to expose her neck some more for him. As he kissed her, she was being drawn in closer. The warmth of their two bodies together was enough to make her want to pant and give into him, that or throw him on the couch and take him. But, she refrained from panting or doing either of the other choices. Instead, she played along with his gentle game. Inside, she was becoming increasingly frustrated with his calm and respectful movements but on the outside she remained graceful and seductive.

His hands became stronger, increasing his control over her. She didn't want him to control her and she knew he wasn't truly the one that was pulling the strings here, so she let him do as he pleased. His hand caressed her chin and a moment later their lips met. She pressed into him, her hands coming around his neck, one of them trailing off to follow the length of his neck and down his chest. No matter what move he made, it always felt as thought something where missing and she already knew what. She didn't want to think about it right now. The kiss was very innocent, nothing like her and Aro's and she was longing for more. The kiss, although different, wasn't entirely bad. The desire and feral need showed in both of their actions as their lips moved together. His tongue finally found a way out and hers took no time slipping out to meet it. The two soft pink muscles played for a moment until she took it to the next level, tiring of his childlike innocence. She looked at him, a daring and seductive expression of sorts. Mmmm... she mimicked, filling the air with her want and need. You bet I am and right now, I'm your minx. She cooed as he nibbled on her ear. She growled again as his lips began to follow the path they had traced before, down her neck and to her collar bone.

His lips finally came to her breasts. This was pure torture. Although she'd never met this man in her life and felt not a single intimate feeling for him, she wanted him to fill her. She wanted to have his children. This wasn't good. Her claws dug into his back lightly, careful not to scare away the gentle giant. Her eyes were closed, her head tossed back as his lips and tongue played with her breasts. Though the touch on her breasts was wonderful, her mind was focused on his hand which slithered along her body and down to the very sensitive and waiting opening. His hands teased, dared to enter her with his fingers. That's not want she wanted though. Another kiss was placed on her lips and she took it as a distraction for her hands to wonder on their own. She could feel his length pressing against her through his tied pants. Her hands slipped underneath him and reached for the strings, she tugged and untied them the bulging member could be free now. Now, with their bodies grinding together the warm appendage was loose and tempted her so badly. She whined and her back arched...how foolish she was being. What would Aro do if he saw her right now? Surely he would be ashamed and despise her. The thought pinched at her, but she pushed it away so very distracted by the heat that raged through her. She needed one thing, and one thing only and right now that wasn't love or forgiveness, it was the simple act of sex.

Sidra's hands moved to his back again, claws raking him as she became less aware of the strength she was using to do so. They were both just a hot mess on the couch, fueled by carnal desires and mind fogged by the alcohol. It certainly wasn't a good situation for Sidra to be in. Her whines and growls continued, surely egging the beast on top of her to do what they both wanted. In the back of her mind, she could hear her consciousness telling her to stop and that this wasn't what she wanted. But, it was merely a whisper covered by the heat wave.

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Alister Callow · 09-06-2012, 01:53 PM

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Somewhere buried deep inside his consciousness he knew he didn't want this, not this way-- not with her. His caresses, though gentle, were hollow and lacked affection for the woman beneath him, whom he hardly knew. In fact, he knew nothing of her at all, save her name- Sidra Phoenix. A strong name, full of fiery passion, the kind of passion that was sorely lacking between them. Their minds were disconnected while their bodies did all the talking. The Callow knight was more man than beast, and could not give her what she desired, he could not be the man she wanted. If she were someone he loved he would go that extra mile, he would be whoever she wanted him to be, do whatever she wanted him to do, and so much more... but now, in this moment, there was nothing but the maddening scent of her heat, guiding him in this carnal desire to create life. It was nature in its rawest form; instinct pure and simple.

Her hand at his neck deepened his kiss, and her other hand, ghosting down his defined chest sent pleasant ripples of electricity running down the path they traced. The kiss which started out as chaste became increasingly less innocent with taste of her, and his lips increased the pressure, kissing her with greater force. He tugged at her lower lip before they parted to rain his kisses down her neck, feather-light, until finally they reached her breast. He paused before reaching his destination to look into her eyes which blatantly dared him to go further, her voice mocking. She wasn't pleased with his gentle caresses, she wanted more. He would have parted from her then and there, had his mind been truly his own. If there was one thing he could not stand it was being mocked. Instead, with the insistance of her heat, he took it as a challenge, a feral growl rumbling in his throat in reply.

However callow he truly was the man was a fast-learner, and rather attentive. He was sensitive to her every reaction, reading her face and the movements of her body. His tongue encircled her nipple and he held her in his hand, not quite as gentle as before. Her hands explored his back, fingers pressing into his flesh, lightly at first. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive nipple, sucking on it gently to begin, eyes darting up to hers to gage her reaction before he increased the pressure, tugging, his teeth closing around it very lightly. He pulled away in order to look at her, eyes narrowing as a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. When he met her lips again his kiss was deep and hungry, but abrupt. His finger brushed over her slit, feeling the moistness between her legs, not quite dipping in. It wasn't long before his exploration guided him to the little nub. Intrigued, he played with it, eyes darting to her face.

Her fingers tugged at the laces of his pants, dexterously untying them. One-armed, he lifted himself just a couple inches from her and tugged the pants free from his body, where they fell to the floor. Once rid of the annoying mess of hide his fingers returned to the wetness at her core. He kissed her, starting at her breast and working his way downwards, daring himself to go lower. His lips had trailed all the way to the top of her mound when her claws raked his back, and he gasped, surprised as she tore into him. That's it, he couldn't do this anymore! His fingers and lips gave up their pursuit and instead he grabbed her thighs, wrapping them around his hips. His swollen member pressed against her abdomen, throbbing with the desire to part her fleshy folds at last and take her as nature intended.

Sidra Pheonix · 09-07-2012, 12:02 AM

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The leopard woman could tell that Alister was unsure of his actions. Almost always, before he did something, he would look up to her to see how she was reacting. He wasn't at all confident in what he was doing but he learned quickly what she liked. Soon, there seemed to be a shift in his demeanor and he became another man, going from the gentle canine he was to a feral beast. His movements became more urgent, to fill her need for aggression. The motions his mouth made as his tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh of her breast became a bit more feisty. His teeth dared to nibble at it, lightly, but she could feel them against her. That smirk that he got on his face as he looked up at her was returned with a seductive gaze upon him. She liked that look in his eye, he was catching on. His next kiss was one she could relate to. It was a kiss that expressed his feral side of him and she absorbed the feeling that rang from it. Her eyes shut tightly as she kissed him, hoping for him to show her more of this daring side.

It was then that his fingers glided over her moist opening, daring to enter, but staying outside safely. She almost wanted to yell, [i]Come on! Take me![/b], to urge him into a frenzy. But, sex wasn't what this was about. She had a goal in mind and she had to see through the fog that crowded her thoughts. She needed to get her self control back. His teasing wasn't helping at all. When he finally traveled to her bean she let loose a moan. Now he was causing pleasure. It wasn't the pleasure she desired, but close enough for now. Her eyes were shut tightly still. She clung onto every one of his movements hoping he would take a step further and let loose. Her hands traveled, looking for something to grasp as he played with the sensitive button down below. One of her hands found his arm and gripped it tightly. The other soon found his pants and a moment later they were off. Now that the barrier wasn't there, it was hard not to think about him entering her. Alister continued his rampage on her body, his mouth following a trail from her breasts downward while his fingers continued to play. The hope she had for him to use his mouth on her was rising as his lips traveled down her body, but it all went down the drain when he gave into her.

Sidra gasped as he grabbed her and pulled her around him, her legs happily finding there way around his hips. She growled as he moved her, the movement was appreciated. He finally had taken the step she wanted him to. His member pressed firmly up against her, daring to enter the moistened opening and fulfill both of their wants. Sidra gave a pant and pulled him down, her hands finding his shoulders and pressing him firmly down on her. His length still teased her opening and she wanted to push it inside, prod him to do it and make them happy. Satisfy the heat demon that had taken over her mind and body. Her legs put some pressure on him so he would push forward but a single thought came into her mind through the raging storm. What about Aro? What would he think about some stranger filling her with his seed? Her eyes opened and she released the man, the pressure she was applying was quickly taken off so he wouldn't be tempted to enter her. She couldn't do this, not to him. Sidra panicked for a moment. Alister was in a position of dominance on top of her and during her moment of panic, she didn't like that fact. Her body struggled to be released from under him, her need for control kicking back in. Her breath was heavy as she struggled finally calming herself down, simply pulling herself up a little bit on the couch so that his member was no longer touching her. Much better.

Sidra sighed in the moment of awkwardness she'd probably created. But, this was something that they had no control over, they were both possessed by a demon. Sidra pushed herself further from underneath him, shame written all over her face. I'm so sorry....I don't know what I was thinking but that would have been a very big mistake. I'm in heat...and I don't know you. It wasn't right of me. She was genuinely upset, it showed in her expressions which were soft now. She wanted to run back to Aro and apologize for what she had already done. Sidra ran a hand through her locks and shyly curled herself into a ball picking up her glass of whine from the table and quickly downing it. I hope you understand...the consequences of that act would have been tremendous. She wasn't ready for puppies! Especially not the puppies of a stranger. Sidra's eyes caught glimpse of his necklace. This night wasn't over, she had to salvage it. I hope I haven't scared you away... She told him, her eyes finding a safe place away from his gaze.

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Alister Callow · 09-07-2012, 04:43 PM

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His body resounded with his own need. It was a burning desire, as sure as the intoxicating scent in his nostrils. His head was light, but his movements weren't. Man and beast were no longer at war in his mind, beast had won. It was exhilerating this feeling, letting loose. The feel of her lips on his, their tongues meeting half way made his body tremble. She closed her eyes and so did he until he parted from her. She met his eyes full on, and there he could see that he was finally getting through to her. She was enjoying this, this side of him, her gaze hungry for more-- insatiable, even. It excited him, and he felt good that at last he had her approval. The dog in him, like his ancestors, was always eager to please.

Her moan rang in his ears and he closed his eyes, buried his nose in her fur and inhaled her scent. Surely as the wine her aroma had much the same affect. She grasped his arm tightly in her hand and he rubbed the bean with his thumb with increasing pressure, her pleasure at his touch exciting him so the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. His lips were a whisper on her flesh, his breathing becoming ragged. He wanted to take her and fill her with him, plant the seed. The wetness of her folds was enticing, his fingers slick with her juices. It was just too much, too tempting. He had to have her. A little voice in the back of his head screamed 'no' that this was the worst thing he could do, chiding him for losing himself so readily. A man who called himself a knight, a soldier who lived for honor.

She gasped as he pulled her too him, wrapping her legs around him. His growl echoed hers, rumbling deep in his chest. His member throbbed longingly for her opening. The very tip touched the top, not quite there. She pulled him to her, and his muzzle was at her neck, kissing and biting in a lustful frenzy. Her legs squeezed him tightly, begging him to enter her, and eagerly he adjusted himself until his member rested lightly at her opening. But he paused, something wasn't right. The pressure lessened. His eyes darted to her face, brows furrowing, though his breathing remained ragged. Her legs fell from his waist and frantically she squirmed out from under him. He didn't quite understand what going on. "Sidra?" he whispered huskily, confused. Then her words hit him like a ton of bricks, snapping him out of his awful trance. God, what had he done?

Her expression was one of shame, and his gaze turned away from her after seeing the way she retreated from him, curling herself into a tight ball. He sat up quickly and placed his chin in his hand as the realization began to sink in. "No, please...I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me, it's not like me to lose control."He lifted himself off the couch and came to a stand, hand rapidly moving to run through his disheveled mane in a panic. His mind was a whirlwind of emotion; guilt, disappointment, and embarrassment as he looked down at himself, his arousal wilting before him, spreading a dull ache in his lower body. Alister's cheeks blazed with a searing blush and he hastily gathered up his pants, turning his back on her he quickly wore them, fingers fumbling over the laces until he finally managed to tie them up properly this time-- perhaps a little too tightly.

Hazel eyes fell at the floor, looking at his pack which lay there, it's contents haphazardly spilling on the dusty floor-- the wolf plush, a gift for Isa's newborn children, glaring up at him accusingly. "I should have just left..." He murmured. "This isn't like me... I've -I've...never done this before." strode to the window, drawing back a moth-eaten curtain to gaze upon the abandoned streets. Night was already upon them, the moon high in the sky by this point, and with her heat still blazing it wasn't safe. She spoke of the consequences, he exhaled unsteadily and glanced over his shoulder at where she sat on the couch. "Believe me, I understand...better than most." Who better to understand than a bastard like himself?

He turned back to gaze out the window, hardly acknowledging that she'd said anything more, pleading for him to stay despite what had happened. "It's late..." he said after a stifling silence, his voice quiet, and strangely calm as he tried to pretend this didn't affect him as much as it had. He'd nearly lost control, and the consequences...He didn't even want to think of it. He sighed as he walked to the table where he grabbed for the bottle, not even bothering with the glasses anymore, and downed a large gulp.

After he set the bottle down he focused his eyes on the ceiling, anything to keep his mind off of her, what he had done...Her bloody heat. He wanted nothing more than to leave, but the city wasn't safe at night, especially for her. "The city's not safe at night...It's best if I stay here." He said, hoping to regain some semblance of honor. "...to protect you...I'm good for that, at least." His words were bitter, but his offer was sincere."And don't worry, I won't touch you again... You can trust me." He hated himself for losing control like this, it showed in his features, the look in his eyes- mirroring her own. But he couldn't leave her here alone, the scent of her heat was like to draw in unwanted company, and not all of them would be as well-meaning as he. "Unless you want me to leave..?"

Sidra Pheonix · 09-11-2012, 03:59 PM

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Oh she was so foolish to think she could handle this while in heat. Not to mention she felt guilty for doing this with someone other than Aro, especially after she'd given him hell for messing around with girls before they'd established their relationship. Despite Sidra's shame and embarrassment she remained dominant, ears pressed forward, though her body was huddled into a ball on the couch. It only made it worse when Alister started to apologize, thinking that this was his fault. He couldn't be more wrong. This was all her. She had gotten the stupid idea to seduce him thinking she would actually be able to go through with it. But no! She was in heat, receptive to males. It was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. It was her first heat, and the thought of puppies was overwhelming. There were so many thoughts swarming in her mind right now. What had she done?! How angry would Aro be if he were to find out. What if she had gone through with it and ended up pregnant? How could she be so stupid?

It wasn't like the strong willed leopard woman to be shy, but she couldn't hep it with the heat smoldering under her fur. Her cheeks were on fire, the embarrassment almost unbearable. She was telling herself to snap out of it, this wasn't her. She wasn't one to back down, never! She wasn't one to chicken out, never had before. She felt as though she wasn't herself...but, that's just one of the symptoms of the heat she supposed. Alister was just as embarrassed and shameful as she was, but it only seemed to further her own distastes for what had just happened. She shouldn't have been so panicked and abrupt with her actions. At least then maybe they wouldn't feel like they did now. She felt so damn stupid and just wanted to hide herself away until the man was gone. But she wasn't done here so she needed to gather herself and keep her eyes on the prize. Sidra rationalized it and put it out on a plate for both of them, to calm their nerves. It wasn't either of our faults. It's this cursed heat...it does things...screws with your head. God! She plunged her head in between her knees, her head rustling through the thick locks on her head. She was right though.

Alister was still panicked, saying he should have left and that he'd never done this before. Wait...what? Sidra lifted her head to look at him, eyes wide. He'd never done this before? It almost lightened her mood to hear that, she wanted to laugh but knew better and instead pushed the piece of knowledge aside. How unlucky for him to have run into a woman during her first heat cycle, let alone a woman who made this habit and enjoyed doing it. It was rather ironic. Maybe you should have, but you didn't and I didn't exactly make it easy for you to leave either. For that I'm sorry. She didn't think it would be so hard to keep herself in check and she certainly didn't think she'd be feeling so guilty for this. Sidra nodded as he thought of reasons to agree with her. It was late and she didn't exactly want to stay here by herself, slightly scared of what else might happen during this time. She wouldn't admit it though. Maybe she should have just stayed in Casa and dealt with all those eyes on her. Was it really worth it leaving and running into this awkward predicament? Sidra let out a heavy sigh, looking up to Alister as he gulped down some of the wine straight from the bottle. She raised her eyebrow slightly. That was a good product of their mistakes, this might be easier now. After he took a drink, she took the bottle and drank down a few mouthfuls herself. He was still playing right into her trap and she played along, though her feelings about this situation were very real. It's not really necessary...but, I wouldn't mind if you stayed. You're right about this place not being safe...I don't know why I came here. It was foolish of me. Him touching her wasn't the problem. And I'm not worried about you...you were a perfect gentleman. We just got carried away.

Sidra took another breath and sighed, unfurling from her protective ball. It really wasn't his touch that had been the problem. It had only scared her that she was letting him have control over her and that she had let things get so out of hand. It wasn't like her, not at all. Sidra gave a smile to Alister as she set down the bottle. Let's just drink, and talk. Forget about this whole thing.

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Alister Callow · 09-12-2012, 04:55 PM

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This was bad, worse than bad, his head was reeling, even his body ached. It was dull, but didn't look as if it wanted to subside any time soon. The alcohol made it better, somehow, but he knew he'd need plenty more of it before the night was done if he wanted to get through this. The guilt alone was killing him. The tawny knight found it hard to look at her, even breathing was difficult, every inhale threatened to cloud his mind, to make all coherent thought impossible, but it was overshadowed by the reality of what he'd done...what they'd almost done. Love, Mateship, Puppies, that was how it should be, in that precise order. Or so was his belief, he wasn't one for casual sex, never would be. Sex was something you had with someone you cared for, and Sidra...Sure, she was alluring, a dark golden-touched temptress like herself, but his advances were wasted on her. He was kind-hearted, boyish in his charms, with a set of strong morals to keep him centered, and little experience with the opposite sex. She...was entirely on the other side of the spectrum-- a wildly passionate woman, tempestous in her moods, and wise to the ways of the world.

Alister was chivalrous to continuously deny her any blame, shaking his head with his lips set in a frown. She dismissed it, leaving the circumstances of the situation to the chemical responces of her body. The wolfdog's eyes were dark, he'd been more than willing to shoulder this burden, and it annoyed him that she refused him even in this. "Sure, why don't we blame the weather while we're at it?" Sarcasm. Up it rose to his defense, as sure as the wooden shield resting against the couch. Fortunately, he missed the wide-eyed glance she cast in his direction. He'd been vague, but she was quick to catch his meaning. If he'd not been in such a state of panic, he would have never admitted to it. It's not like the women had been all that receptive to the young Callow in his former clan, as to give him any experience.

He was so preoccupied with his guilt, he didn't bother to think how he'd only just been making this predicament worse. God-- if he could only breathe! Her intoxicating scent clung heavily on the air, refusing to relent. With determination in the set of his brow he crossed again to the filth covered window, tempted to pry it open and let the fresh air flood in, but stopped short and sighed. No, he couldn't do that, even. Every male within a mile's radius would flock to answer the call. Frustrated, his fist slammed into the windowsill and he leaned back, clutching it. She was speaking behind him on the couch, and only an ear twitched towards her to acknowledge he'd even heard. "You're sorry, huh? Well now, that makes it all so much better, doesn't it?" The wine went down his throat smoothly, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough to wash this feeling away. He needed something more potent. Without thinking he took the flask instead. "Do you mind?" He didn't even wait for an answer he just took off the cap and swallowed a large gulp.

The vodka burned down his throat, and his head swam. He cleared his throat and set the flask down, without even looking at it, fumbling with his actions until it actually rested on the table. He chuckled bitterly. Yes he was quite the gentleman, wasn't he, and where had that gotten him, exactly? Oh, right-- nowhere. "It was...foolissh." He slurred, agreeing. His body felt light as he picked up the belt from the floor, buckling it about his waist with clumsy fingers. "You can rest asssshured...you're in good handss." He patted the sword at his left, not that'd he'd be able to wield it with much grace anymore as the vodka began to burn through his body. Seeing her smile he grinned crookedly in return, reaching for the flask again. "Oh, I'm already there." He said agreeably as he downed another swig. Talking hadn't gotten them very far before, but drinking, sure-- he could handle that.

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