[P] [M] Hunger Of The Pine
Till
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It was impossible for her to get anything done with a small kitten darting about her feet. Luxa, while growing fast, was still a youngling and therefore her curiosity was the biggest part of her personality. Renaryn was always finding new messes and displaced items all over the house thanks to her new feline companion. It irritated the witch at times, for she liked to keep her spell ingredients and collections tidy, but the cat cared not for her organization. She knew that given time and maturity the kitten would grow out of her destructive misbehavior, but as it stood now, Luxa was a handful for Ren.

On this day, the white wolfess was yet again bust cleaning up the soil to one of her indoor potted plants. The small pine sapling had been knocked over countless times, chewed on and ripped up by the devious feline and Renaryn wasn't sure it was going to survive the winter at this rate. Huffing, Ren busily swept up the dirt that covered her living room floor, while Luxa watche don from her hiding spot under the couch. The witch piled the soil in a line and then stooped to scoop it back into the planter pot which held the sapling. As she scooped the last handful into the pot, Luxa darted out from under the couch and pounced upon her mistress' hand, clawing and biting with playful kitten growls.

"Ouch! Not now Luxa!" Renaryn growled softly and plucked the feisty kitten off of her by the scruff. Luxa mewled and squirmed in her grasp. Holding the little cat up to eye level she chuckled, smiling in spite of herself. She could never stay mad at the little fuzzball. Setting Luxa down upon the couch, Ren picked up the pine planter and replaced it upon its shelf by the window, swishing her tail as her familiar batted at it from her place on the couch.

"Come on you." The witch said, turning and picking up the kitten again and plopping her onto her shoulder. The kitten mewed and scrabbled for purchase in her fur, before finding her balance and standing on the woman's shoulder as she walked towards the front door where a pail of melted snow water sat. Dunking her hands into it, Ren rinsed the dirt from them and shook them free of excess water before wiping them on a small towel hanging near the pail. She was just turning away to head back towards the living room when there was a polite knock at the door. Not expecting company, Ren glanced at her familiar questioningly, still sat, swaying slightly on her shoulder and then slowly turned back to answer the door.
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ooc: This is fortdated to early feburary, and Till is riding his horse, Tal and has his cat Guts with him. FYI Guts is Luxa's daddy.
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Till Van Ulrich-Lykoi


It'd been some weeks since he had dropped off the kitten with her new master, and Till was curious to see how the witch and her familiar had been doing. He took to riding Tal outside of Salsola, packed with his normal gear of his Lion's head bow, and full saddlebags with snacks and trading supplies. Till had been eager to leave, but he had also told his sons that he was going out to do some more mapping, and some trading if he could along the way, but he really was going to go see Renaryn and her silly little kitten. He wondered what she had named the little brat, if she had by now.

He rode easily, whistling as he rode lazily towards her hovel. He would have rushed a bit more, but he was enjoying the nice sweet breeze that was accompanied by the bright sun's warming rays upon his darker outfit. He sighed happily, having been in a much better mood than the last time they had met at her hovel, and he hoped that this visit did not end with the same events. He did not know if he could handle pouring out their souls to each other, telling one another of their pasts and crying about what had happened. While it had been therapeutic, Till was very much a man who internalized a lot of things, and he did not emote correctly, which made him very odd in situations like such.

Till had come upon her home quicker than he had anticipated, and Tal had little direction from him as she walked on, as if she had the path memorized by now. It made sense, for he had gone to the hovel with her a few different times now. He hoped that he would not have any spying eyes seeing him go to this hovel often, for he knew that in places like Salsola, there were places that were bound to have additional eyes and ears watching and waiting around the shadowed corners.

He should have had his own feline following him to make sure that there was not another watching where they were going but Guts had been a fat, lazy tomcat and had been riding on the back of the saddle the entire trip. The cat yawned loudly at some point, and Till huffed at the cat. "Oh, I'm sure you are having such a tough ride." he sarcastically said as he pulled the horse towards where he could see the hovel in the distance. Guts meowed at him then and hopped off into the packed snow, for he could smell his daughter off in a distance. Till, too, had dismounted the horse quite suddenly, and brought the mare past the gate and to the hook where he normally hitched Tal. He went to the door, as did his cat, and he brushed off his vest and shirt, fixed his bobcat fur skirt and then knocked on the door.

"Renaryn? Are you home?" he asked at the door, hoping that she was home.



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Renaryn hadn't seen Till since the end of the previous month. A lot had happened during that last visit but ultimately they had parted ways on good terms. She hadn't known when to expect the man again but she made him promise he'd return to her home again at some point in the coming moon. Always now, whenever a horse and traveler passed by or there was a knock upon her door the witch felt a bubble of hope in chest. Even though it had yet to be her friend coming to see her, she still knew that some day soon he would arrive and they would once again share in friendship.

Friendship. She tried hard to tell herself that's all it was. But really, as the days passed, the more she thought about it, the more she realized she was developing feelings for him. She liked him. And he liked her. And it was more than just spiritual. He'd said he wanted her... he just couldn't act upon it then. He'd been afraid of hurting her. She'd replayed the memory over and over. Even the parts after they'd shared the kiss and lay cuddled together upon the couch. It was such a tender moment, and yet underneath it burned two passions. She had come to accept the arrangement at the time for what it was, just happy to be allowed his closeness. But now, weeks later, something still tickled at the woman's mind, something she had realized as she lay in his arms, for the second time, that night.

She wanted him too.

Her paw froze on the handle to the front door as a familiar voice called out. It was him! A grin split her maw as her tail began to wag and she quickly glanced into the water bucket to make sure her hair wasn't too messy (she was without her hat at this time and it was loose down her back) and then pulled open the door. "Till!" She greeted him brightly and opened her arms to bring him in for a tight hug. "It's so good to see you again!" Luxa hopped off her shoulder onto the entry table and then onto the ground as she spied the black tomcat by Till's feet. The little kitten puffed up defensively and hissed, moving behind Renaryn's large foot. She did not remember her father. Looking down at the frightened feline, Ren chuckled and stooped to pick up her familiar who mewed, startled but ultimately calmed once up and away from the 'threat'. Holding the cat close, she grinned again, stepping back to allow her guest inside. "Don't mind her, please come in." She addressed both cat and canine.

"You've come at the right time. I've got a rabbit over the fire." She said with a cheerful wuff, leading them in to the seating area where they usually conversed. There was already a teapot and a cup of tea there from earlier. "Let me refresh this and get you a mug too!" She offered, bustling forward to grab the teapot and setting down Luxa beside Till. "Her name is Luxa." She told her friend as she scratched the kitten behind the ears. Luxa's blue eyes fixed on Till and she perked her tail straight up, giving a loud meow in greeting, beginning to purr as she crawled into Till's lap. She clearly remembered him. With a smile, Renaryn disappeared into the kitchen. The scent of roasting meat wafted into the room from the open door only to be shut out again when it swung closed behind her. The witch was trying her hand at cooking her food these days.

Returning with fresh tea and a mug for Till, Ren handed him the cup before sitting down beside him on the couch and crossing her leg over the other. She didn't speak, but instead smirked a little, blushing, picking up her teacup and sipping the lukewarm tea left in it. Staring over the rim of it at him, she waited...
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Till Van Ulrich-Lykoi


She was very much home. He shouldn't have doubted it, but he was never too sure, and once she had come to the door, and practically jumped into his arms, he chuckled lightly at the display of affection. He folded into her arms just as easily as he would have his wife, or a lover who he had spent a lot of time with, where he pressed his body up against hers. He was invited into the home, and Guts had been hissed at by the young kitten. While Guts was about to hit the kitten with unclawed paw, she was suddenly scooped up, and the bright yellow eyes of Till's familiar had looked at Renaryn curiously. Guts had always wondered where Till had sent off his daughter, as well as who he seemed to smell like when he returned home in the middle of the night. Till chuckled at the kitten as he walked in and was led through the home, with Guts and his wobbly pouch from being "too well cared for".

"Ooh, I can't wait to taste your cooking, m'dear." he told her after sh mentioned that she had food cooking. It sure did smell amazing in the hovel, and he felt a little bit of saliva build in his maw as he was lead to the couch that they always sat upon. This time, it seemed that it was not a mess for her to clean up, and he had to wonder if she had been keeping it clean because of his random visits. The thought of it was nice, and he chuckled lightly to himself at it. Till sat down and Renaryn went off to grab them some fresh tea, after putting the feline down and telling him her name. "What a cute name! Luxa, how are you doing little girl?" he asked the kitten as it had come and laid on his lap. He stroked the kitten a few times before Guts had ruined the moment by jumping up onto Till's lap too, and grabbing at the kitten's scruff.The larger black feline huffed at his daughter and started make nonverbal cues at the feline before he found a spot on Till's lap, jealously. Till sighed lightly. "Sorry Luxa, Daddy is a bad cat." he spoke to his familiar as his hand instinctively went and stroked the black cat's shiny fur.

After this little transaction, the woman had come back with two mugs of tea, one of which Till took from her and he smiled lightly. His tail flicked happily as he looked at her then to the tea. He took a sip, and once he had put the tea back down to speak, he noticed that the woman was just staring at him. He furrowed his eyebrows a little bit and cocked his head to the right. "Is something the matter?" he asked, wondering if he had something on his face, or if his braided hair was messed up or something. She seemed a little flush in her face, so Till began to wonder if she was sick. "You are doing okay, right? You look a little flush." he told her, as he took another sip of his tea and then looked back at her with a pleasant grin.

"I was wondering how you and Luxa were doing. Kittens can be a handful sometimes." he told her and chuckled lightly.



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The witch's home was a lot tidier than it used to be due in part to expecting Till's visits, but mostly due to the fact she had a little fuzzy monster running around all the time. Luxa was a ball of energy all the time and made leaving things out dangerous for objects and papers would end up lost or strewn about so Renaryn couldn't find them. She had to start adapting to the fact she had someone else living with her and that it was a little kitten that was still learning how to be a cat. And being a canine, Renaryn was not the best teacher.

Perhaps her father could help with that a little.

But it seemed Luxa was not a fan of being manhandled by another cat, her father or not. 'No!' She squirmed and mrowled defiantly in Guts' jaws before finally giving up until she was set aside again and gave one last spitting hiss before darting off Till's lap and under the couch indignant. Renaryn came to take her place on the couch, noticing that Till had his black cat in his lap now and smiled at the almost picturesque scene of the witch and his familiar. Still smirking lightly over her mug she chuckled as he pointed out her flushed cheeks and asked if she was alright.

Lowering the mug she nodded, setting it upon the table. She was admiring him, unable to help herself. The outfit he wore was different than the ones she'd seen him in before. "I am just fine Till. I'm just...really happy you're here." She said and grinned, she felt a great warmth blossom in her chest and she felt that familiar pull that she always did when near him. He mentioned that raising a kitten could be a handful and she gave a barking laugh. "No kidding!" She looked around her hovel and gestured about at the cleanliness. "You may have noticed, I've had to do a bit of rearranging. Luxa's kept me on my toes being the little rascal she is." She shook her head.

As if on queue the little cat darted out from under the couch and started to attack some of Renaryn's long hair dangling off the couch at her side. "See what I mean?" Ren said and scooped up the kitten again who complained once but then began purring in her mistress' arms. "Calm yourself little one." She soothed her familiar, petting her until at last Luxa sat nicely in her lap, staring intently over at Guts, curled tightly in a ball.

Looking back up at her friend she smiled. "So what's new in the eyes of you?" She asked joyfully, taking another sip of her tea and placing her paw on Till's knee gently, sun-ray gaze meeting starry one with happiness shining in it.
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Till Van Ulrich-Lykoi


"Little brat." the shadowy feline with a singular diamond of white on his chest had spoken to his daughter of opposing colors as she had withdrawn underneath the couch. He wondered if he had been that bad when he was a kitten, for it had been long enough now that he did not really remember all the trouble he caused when he was her age. Till did remember and he pinched at the cat's scruff, though only to get his attention. "She's like you when you were that small. A pain in my ass." the Reaper retorted, and while Till did not like the kitten at first, Guts had grown on him.

The kitten was much too energetic for him, and he had never asked for the gift of the kitten for Yule, and when it had shown up on his doorstep, he had been more than annoyed at whomever had given the cat to him. It took months for him to get used to the kitten constantly jumping on his nap, crying for attention, and needing to be fed by him instead of hunting on his own. Now that the Ulrichs were wealthy in the way that they had plenty of food, constantly, it was not so hard to be sure that the feline would be fed. Guts also had the skill to provide for himself now. The cat peeked his light golden eyes at his witch and then snorted softly and put his head back down as Till had continued to absently stroke at the long feline's smooth inky fur.

The woman had commented that she was fine, and that she was just happy that he was here to see her, and Till smiled brightly back to her with his yellowed canines. "I'm also glad to be here. You brighten up my gloomy days." he spoke, as his tail flicked lightly and gave a few happy swishes. The woman had explained that she did some rearranging because of the kitten and Till let out a hearty laugh to that.


"Ah yes, children of all sorts will make you have to rethink where you put things." he spoke, thinking about how when Coaxoch had come into his life, he had to make sure anything sharp and pointy was put away so that the one armed child would not have another accident that ended with him either dead or missing yet another limb. The kitten did not miss a beat and started to play with Rena's hair, and then was scooped up by the woman a moment later and gently scolded. She finally seemed to settle in Rena's lap then the witch woman had spoken to him again, asking what was new with him.

"Not much, really. My rank within Salsola keeps me very busy these days, for I am a Ranger, and my job is to make sure our food stores are plentiful. I used the excuse of mapping some herds that flank into Salsola to have an excuse to come see you, which is probably why I look a bit bogged down with things more so than normal." he told her, having mentioned the bag that he put down near her door to emphasize that he was supposed to be doing something but was not, in lieu of coming to see her instead.


"At this point, since I have been recharting for the last few weeks, I'd much rather take a break and see you." he told her as his tail wagged a bit again. "How are you enjoying your new friend?" he asked her, hoping that she didn't regret taking on the little monster that he had given to her.



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Tails swished in unison as the two witches conversed, their familiars settled in upon their laps contently. Renaryn could hardly contain her joy at having Till over again. It was obvious. It shone in her beaming smile and in the brightness of her gaze. And even it seemed to show in the luster of her fur this time. In fact, as she wore no cloak or hat, it was apparent that she had groomed herself recently with something that made it shimmer. Although she did not draw attention to it, the woman had used a lavender and pine based oil to comb through her fur earlier that morning.

Sitting so close the way they were, there was no way that her guest wouldn't detect the subtle floral scent she carried. Renaryn was acutely aware of the scent herself and continued to blush in spite of herself, hoping it wasn't overpowering. So far though between the roasting meat and the strong herbal tea, her friend didn't seem to notice. Luxa however did, and suddenly began to sneeze. Not once, not twice, but three times! Ren blinked in surprise and scratched the kitten's ears with sight concern. "Three's good luck, but goodness are you okay?" She chuckled before looking back with a smile as Till began to tell her of his duties within Salsola as a Ranger and his recent mapping of the herds there.

This was the first she'd gotten to hear of his job within the pack and she listened with interest. "Sounds like hard work." She commented and then blushed as he admitted to being far more interested in visiting her than performing his duties. She was flattered and she felt her heart do a little flip flop. Taking another sip of tea before setting her cup aside when asked about her relation with Luxa, Ren immediately leaned in with enthusiasm. "Oh she's been amazing, Till! A little stubborn at times, but I know that's just her age." She chuckled. "She's growing and learning fast!" She gushed and took Till's hands in her own, squeezing them. "She's given me so much energy, I've been able to refill all of my reserves and then some because of her." She told him positively buzzing. "I've...I've never felt more alive!" She told him with a laugh.

"You were right to suggest me a familiar. She's really helped me bring my power into focus. I'm starting to feel a sense of strength that I thought I'd lost." She grinned and brushed some of her hair that had fallen into her face free from her eyes. "I've missed this..." She concluded with a sigh and a small laugh, realizing she may have just overwhelmed the man with her sudden flow of emotion. The intensity, the passion that burned through the woman was radiant today. "I can't thank you enough..." She spoke softer now and smiled gently at him before dropping her gaze down and away, stroking Luxa. She didn't want to start staring again.
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Till Van Ulrich-Lykoi


The kitten sneezed three times, and Till's brows perked up a little bit. He was going to also ask if the kitten was okay, but it seemed to settle down right after, and this made Till not be so concerned about it. Cats were strange creatures and Till was sure that whatever had gotten into the kitten's nose was likely gone now. He leaned back in the couch, and he spread his legs just a little bit so that he could be a bit more comfortable as he sat there. Till sighed lightly as he thought about the work her should have been doing, and the woman had spoken as though the work was hard.


It was, at times, but it was rewarding all the more, for he worked for the title of Jagermeister, and he would not stop until he sat amongst the Factions as a Leader, and not a simple Apprentice. He did not tell her of his vie for power and prestige, for this was for himself and his own. She might have been an ally, but she was far from the inner workings of Salsola, and she would stay that way unless she had expressed her desire to be closer than she already was with him. He would never force a thing upon her, though, for he did not believe that it would do her well to be within Salsola if she did not please for it.

She might have been perfect for the title of Crone and she would be beautiful at the mantle of Salsola's Sanctus Tier, he knew that the road there would be rough, and much too bloody for someone as she was. Like the sun at the end of a dark tunnel. He would never take her sun from her.

"Sometimes it is hard work. Other times, it's like second nature. All in All, it typically keeps me out of trouble, but alas, other times we cannot help ourselves." the Reaper spoke as he took the last sip of his tea and he placed it on a closeby table. He did not wish for more, and he demonstrated this by placing the cup away from her, which he knew was subtle enough to let her know that he did not want anymore, but not as rude as to say it out-loud without prompting.


The woman had loved his gift, and she certainly did show it. Her demeanor had changed so much even in the short weeks with the kitten, to the point where there were no severed animal heads littering her property, and her once slightly more dingey fur had become sleek and healthy. It smelt much like Till's favorite scents of lavender, that he had not noticed until she had leaned in a little bit to buzz about the little kitten. He smiled at her and he had to stop himself from moving closer to catch more of the scent over the other alluring smells of tea, honey, and cooking meat.

He felt the hunger begin to rumble at his core, and he didn't know why. She had not done anything besides talk of her kitten and be bright and happy, grabbing at his hands, and the slowly letting them go. Maybe this was what he liked now. Maybe the demons within him sought to destroy the brightness, and the only way they knew to affect Till was to fill him with a insatiable hunger.

It didn't help that his skirt did not hide much of him.

He was lucky that she looked away, and when she had, pushed his cat to the center of his lap. Guts was uncomfortable there but he stayed there. Till stroked the cat to get his mind on other things, as he looked at her and her radiant beauty. He was starting to think she was doing this on purpose, but he didn't object to it. He didn't say anything about it.


"I couldn't be happier for you and Luxa." he spoke to her and looked down at her feline companion. "I'm sure she will settle come her first birthday, that's when Guts seemed to also calm down quite a bit too. Now, he's this fat lazy shadow of mine." Till spoke as he poked at the fat cat and Guts looked up at his Witch with annoyance in his bright yellow eyes. He gave a deep "Mreow" and then continued on purring and laying across Till's lap.


"Renaryn." he said her name and it had come out a bit more sultry than he had intended to, for his question was not something that he was going to particularly ask her for, rather a question on if she had done something.


"Have you thought of writing down the spells that you know from Wickerwood? A Book of Shadows?" he asked her easily, wondering if she had ever thought to write down what she could remember of the Wickerwood's spells. He shouldn't have been interested, nor should he have brought up such painful memories to her, but he thought that this would give her some purpose, to where she could regain her crown that she had lost so long ago.


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Having such a pure source of joy and energy in her life really enriched her days. Luxa's child-like wonder and excess energy had infused her new mistress. It brought out the woman's confidence and an almost fae-like playfulness that danced just on the edges of every interaction. Renaryn was at last free from much of the weight that being so alone and fearful for so long had burdened her with. The regular interaction with Till and with her familiar lifted her spirits and gave her new hope. And hope, was a powerful thing.

The witch held hope for a brighter future. She was looking forward to the coming Spring when she would be able to grow her garden again, wander farther from her home without worry of becoming buried in the snow, seek new items for her spells and collections, and make new connections outside the commune. There were so many possibilities and now that she wasn't so concerned with staying away from others and hiding her weirdness (most of which had toned down), she could act upon these opportunities.

Perhaps even some day she'd be able to visit Till at his home. The more she learned about Salsola, the more her curiosity grew. While something told her, the place held a number of darker secrets, she wasn't interested in the politics of his home. She was simply curious to see how he lived. To maybe meet more of their kind. She felt a small shiver every time she considered the idea of entering a pack land purposefully.

As she concluded her gushing over her new companion, Ren looked down to Luxa with a smile. The kitten purred away on her lap, still watching Till with an almost unnerving, unwavering blue stare. "Well, for now the extra energy is welcome." She chuckled, looking back up at her friend with a smile. "I'm sure she will settle down just like her father." She said and gently reached forward a paw to allow Guts to sniff, before she'd try to pet him. "I think he's adorable." She laughed and then finished off the last of her own tea, setting her mug aside as well. Luxa stretched and jumped off her lap and trotted off to to curl up on a throw rug by the back door.

As Ren moved the scent of lavender wafted through the air again.

She was still yet unaware how much the scent was effecting her friend, but the strangely sensual tone of his voice made her pause in the process of gathering up the tea tray. She had started to rise to bring it back into the kitchen but stopped, turning slowly, smiling, but it faltered. "Yes?" Her breath caught in her chest as from where she stood she had quite a different view of the man. The window behind him, with its harsh white light from the snow cast an ethereal sort of glow upon his silvered fur, making a sort of halo around him. He was so unbelievably gorgeous... Like an ethereal being brought to life by magic itself. She found herself once again thinking about his last visit and the kiss they'd shared and the feeling of his claws against her skin and...

She quickly brought her golden eyes down to the tray ears splaying. She was staring again. She needed to put such things from her head, he' d made it clear they were just friends... She cleared her throat, trying to make up for her awkward lapse. Hopefully he wouldn't notice. "A Book of Shadows." She repeated and nodded slowly. Her grip tightened on the tray and she gave a half smile, sadness in her eyes. "I...already have one." She said and then wagged her tail ever so slightly. "I've never shared it with anyone not from Wickerwood before." She said quietly, her entire demeanor changing at the mention of her old coven, but instead of complete withdrawal, she bore the pain well, standing a little straighter.

"I will put this in the kitchen and check on our meal then bring it out to you?" She asked before giving him a small nod and doing just that. She set the tea tray away, checking the rabbit that was nearly ready over the fire. She spun it on the spit to cook it evenly on its last side, before passing through the kitchen to her bedroom. Here she reached beneath the pile of furs on the bed and retrieved a heavy, scuffed leather bound book with handmade pages. It was inlayed with a single emerald and had various runes covering its surface. A long feather tipped book mark dangled from the center pages. Hugging it to herself, she sighed, closing her eyes and steadied herself before turning to leave the room and returning to Till.

Closing the kitchen door behind her, the scent of food oh so tantalizing, she came back to sit close beside her friend, knees brushing. Carefully, Renaryn lowered the book from her chest and set it in her lap, running a light paw over its cover. Gold eyes slowly roved from the cover, up, and eventually found Till's indigo gaze. "You may open it if you wish. But I ask that you not study it too closely yet..." She said pulling her hands away from the book to allow Till to take it from her lap. As she sat there her and her coven's secrets just a mere leather binding away from being exposed, Ren felt her heart thudding in her chest with a strange longing. She wanted him to look. She hoped that he'd sense the power that infused its pages, sense the deeply ingrained intentions within it, maybe even learn a little more about her by just the simple contact with the very intimate object.
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When the woman's paw had been extended to the cat, he touched his little black nose to her paw and then rubbed his head on her thick fingers, to let her know that he accepted her. Any friend of Till's was a friend of Guts, as was any enemy of Till's was also his enemy. "He is pretty cute, I didn't like him at first because he was a bit too rambunctious, and I hadn't really had a kitten before. He grew on me though." the Winter Reaper spoke to the woman who was just as ethereal. The male watched as she had let the kitten from her lap and she took the tea tray to return it to the kitchen it would seem. He admittedly watched her ass as she had walked away from him, for she had been bare naked this time and she had smelt so good comparatively. He didn't remember her smelling like such, for she always had seemed to have a very earthly, Wildling scent that his mind didn't particularly find attractive or not, but there was nothing more that Till liked than a well scented woman.

Till could not help but lick his lips when she turned around and the sunlight from behind him seemed to also reflect on her sunny eyes, and it made her seem to glow in the way that Ankh used to when he stepped into the light. The thought of the dead man had made him agitated, for Ankh had been almost akin to the woman, if not different only in the way that he was built comparatively. This thought of Ankh had made him turn his face away, and a hand absently going to push a stray lock of hair out of his face. She mentioned that she would bring the book of Shadows when she had come back, and before he could tell her that it was okay, and that she didn't need to, she had already gone into the kitchen and the door swung closed behind her.

He waited for her to return, and as he did, he spoke softly to Guts in German. He had spoken something along the lines of him having a hard time with keeping his intentions pure, but the cat only silently listened to his witch and purred loudly. Once the woman had come back with the book bound and tied, his cosmic eyes turned up to her and he smiled lightly to her. She had come and taken a seat once more, and put the book in her lap. "I know how important this is for you." he told her, and he held his hand up with his palm towards her instead of grabbing the book.

"I respect you, and because of that, I would like for you to keep your book of Shadows for your own eyes only." he told her, nodding lightly as he looked to her. "I merely was curious if you had one, so that you did not lose your old coven's traditions to the test of time. I know that you treasure your traditions, and I do not want to ruin the sanctity of your book." he tried to explain why he did not want to even touch the book, for he could feel the strength of the spells that protected the book, for the binding itself had been something that he had never seen the likes of before.

To him, it seemed that only those of pure intentions could open the book, much like how Mjolnir could only be wield by only Thor himself.



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The image of Till in the silvery light, was burned into Renaryn's mind. Even as she returned the tea tray to the kitchen, attended to the rabbit over the fire, and retrieved the Wickerwood grimoire, her thoughts were overcome by what she'd seen. The way he seemed to shimmer was transfixing and as she returned to the living room, she found her heart racing in hopes to catch the same image again as she passed. But alas, the clouds outside had shifted over the sun, dispelling the illusion.

There had only been one other time she'd seen a vision like that around someone. And that was when she'd met a fellow member of her coven who turned out to be what her mother had referred to as a 'dark fae' type. She had been deeply connected to that sister. They had become fast friends and even lovers. And although the memories of the times spent with her ached, the prospect of having found another witch with the same aura excited Ren.

Sitting once more beside her friend, the white witch held her Book Of Shadows loosely in her lap, mind still racing about the revelation of her friend, the strange pull, the attraction she felt to be closer to him tugging strongly in her core. She felt herself blushing again and she tried her best not to stare. His outfit really did not hide anything. Everything screamed at her to act upon her desires. The ones she had been quashing down ever since their last visit.

Her breath hitched as his starry eyes met hers and he denied taking the book from her. Tipping her head slightly, Renaryn then looked down at the dark leather, rune marked book and softly stroked the cover. She swallowed hard, frowning. Her mother, the previous leader of Wickerwood had warded the book against those with dark secrets. Among other things of course. The white wolfess already knew that Till had not shared much of his truths with her, just as she hadn't with him. They still had much yet to learn of each each other.

Before her healing, Ren might have been suspicious of anyone whom the book repelled. But Till was different somehow. The witch felt that his words, speaking of not wishing to ruin the sanctity of the book were genuine, telling her he knew why he was not to open the ever so important piece of history of Wickerwood. It was this act of purity from him that seemed to flare the flame inside her to life. The echoes of the magic contained within the book tickled at her fingertips, as if encouraging her, and the wolfess nodded, feeling emboldened.

Looking back up, her eyes sparkled with sunlight again as the clouds dispersed and rays poured in through the window. "I understand. And I, appreciate your respect." She said, slowly setting the book aside, and then closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Maybe some day I can share some spells with you." She chuckled. A small pause drew between them before she spoke again, finding her courage and acting upon it while the feeling was still strong. "Till... I... I need to make a confession..." She started softly, opening her eyes and meeting his. Her heart pounded in her chest as she spoke, doing her best to keep her voice level. "Ever since...your last visit... I haven't been able to keep you out of my mind..." She blushed and folded her ears. "Your touch... your lips upon mine..." She gave a soft little growl, the sound almost strange coming from such a gentle soul.

Looking down to her lap she wrinkled her brow a moment, and then huffed, looking back up to his handsome, scarred face. "I don't know how to say it any other way..." She said voice growing stronger, despite the nervousness she felt. "I want you." She said, voice a quivering whisper, but with a husky undertone. She then fell quiet, watching his face. She hoped beyond hope she'd not gone too far.
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The Dark Fae of the North
Fear not the task ahead ~ there's no escaping it


He had a problem.
He knew that he did.
Till looked at her with stars in his eyes, and she had set her book aside. He watched her with eyes like a hawk's. She took a deep inhale. He knew something was coming — the feeling that made his heart sink into his stomach, but then start fluttering back to his chest. It was strange. It was unwelcome, and the demons who resided within him felt like they were given freedom. Maybe one day..we will. he told her, in regards to her words of sharing the spells with him one day. I will bring my Book of Shadows, when I can, and we can do spells of mine, if that makes you more comfortable. he told her, knowing that this would be easier for both him and her in the way that they could do spells that were part of both of their religions rather than one or the other. Or, they could use the old Book of Shadows that he had taken from Lillith's things, and he could peruse that Book and see what he might like to do with Renaryn in the future.

The confession itself was not surprising to him, but the way she had presented it had. She had told him that she wanted his touch, his lips against hers, that she wanted him. His eyes turned from her then, because her face was just too much for him to handle in that moment. He felt his own cheeks heat up a little bit, and his tall ears pulled back on his whitening crown. His tail wiggled a bit in a slightly excited way and he let his eyes turn back to her then. They were like happy stars in a dark night's sky as he looked at her, but his smile was sad.

He was happy, because he liked her too. He was sad because he didn't want to hurt her. He wanted her, but he didn't want her to want him. He felt so terrible compared to her, he wanted her to be happy, and he didn't want her to have to rely on him for that happiness.


I can't say that I do not feel the same. he admitted, for he knew what he wanted, and he wanted her, just as he had wanted many other women and men. He had been a bit more reluctant as of late to bed anyone who did not know that he did not want anything more though. He could not, mentally handle another betrayal, another lover leaving him for something they liked more than him, another lover dying before he could tell them that he wanted to be with them forever, another lover disappearing into the night, never to be seen again. He just couldn't handle such a thing, but what he could handle was having a friend that he could relieve the stress of the pent up sexual energy with.

...I am trying to figure out how to tell you this..For I believe that this is important. he told her as his ears turned back down to his winter's crown in thought.

I want you to be happy, but I do not want you to rely on me to be happy. I have seen you heal over these last few months, and you are very much a different woman than whom I met a year prior. I have enjoyed seeing you become this radiant, beautiful woman. he could not help but draw closer to her as he had spoken these words to her, and he put his hand to her cheek, and he smiled to her, a strange smile that was a mixture of stress and happiness.

His other hand went to the couch as he leaned towards her, putting his face so very close to her own. I think that you should know, that I will not take your happiness from you. I forbid myself from doing that. he told her as he finally kissed her, giving her what she wanted from him, but showing some restraint, for he did not want to move too quickly, nor did he want her to force anything upon her.


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She barely even heard his agreement to share spells one day. To bring his own book of shadows to her home and practice their magics together. It was a very personal offer, and it really did please her greatly, but the distraction of her pulse pounding in her ears was enough to scatter her thoughts. The witch only gave a small smile in response, too wrapped up in what she was about to do, to give him a real reply.

She waited tense and hopeful, hardly daring to move or breathe too loudly. By the back door, Luxa stretched and re-curled up in a shaft of sunlight coming in through the upper window. The kitten's soft content purring was the only sound for that moment. Even though he had turned too look away, Renaryn watched a range of emotion cross over Till's face as he processed her confession. She wanted to make him look at her, but still she waited for him to make the first move.

At last, the silence was broken as he looked back up, giving her a small smile, his tail wagging ever so slightly. Ren felt herself relax as he admitted to feeling the same way. She wagged her tail too and sighed happily, ears splaying, feeling a wight lift off her chest. She gave him a chance to express himself as she could see that he still needed to speak and blushed as he complimented how she'd healed and grown into her own. As he cupped her cheek, she shivered a little, leaning her head against his touch and smiled gently, bringing her own paw up to hold his. Something about him just made her feel like a live wire inside. She wanted more of it.

As he'd spoken, he'd drawn in closer. His face was mere inches from hers. The white wolfess could feel an ache rise in her core, a deep desire to close the distance. Golden rays found indigo stars again and the woman's breath caught. He spoke of not taking her happiness and she shook her head slowly with a small smirk. "You worry of the silliest things..." She whispered before suddenly his lips were pressed against hers once more.

Like gasoline tossed onto a fire, suddenly Ren felt herself come alight with an intense need. This was what she craved. She'd gotten a taste of it before, and now again here she was becoming one with this man, the dark to her light. The stars to her sky. She knew he didn't want him relying on her for her happiness, and Ren wouldn't be. But for companionship, comfort, relief and hell, just for literally the sex whenever they needed it, this was more than okay to the white witch. As of the moment, sharing the intimacy was such an immense relief that before she knew it, she had drawn one arm around Till's shoulder and neck. Her fingers looped into his slivered hair and she pressed deeply but still carefully into the kiss, making her desires known.

Her body sought to envelop his, her other free paw leaning into the couch similarly to how Till had been moments before. She was now the hungry one it seemed. With a soft moan, the woman then began to push into him, paw coming up to rest firmly but gently against his chest, muzzle still locked passionately against his...
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The Dark Fae of the North
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"You worry of the silliest things."

"Silly...Things?" he didn't really understand why she thought that he was silly for thinking about such things, in regards to his own feelings about these sorts of things. He was protecting himself from these things, these feelings that may or may not develop into something aside from wanting just sex from one another. His body craved her, it craved the touch of a woman, and of women — of a man and men too— but his mind was tired of love, of being emotionally invested with someone else. He was tired of protecting someone or something that didn't deserve his time or effort— of being lead on to believe that things were okay, when they were clearly not. He didn't need the drama of it. He wanted something simple. Something he didn't need to think about, or worry about.

Renaryn was a different type of woman than others he had been with. He had always been with women who were smaller than him, where he could easily overpower them physically, but she was a very different creature in this way. She was tall, with wide hips — a nice toned butt— and a smaller upper body, which gave her a bit of a pear shape. Renaryn was completely a wolf, which had not really been Till's type in the past, per say, but he did enjoy watching her, looking at the way she moved, and he found himself excited to watch her do her rituals where she would be lost in worship to her Gods. He desired to see the way her body moved, and when she had begun to push into his kiss, he had felt her arm wrap around him, and the other paw had firmly pressed against his chest, making him instinctually sit back down as she moved forward, still kissing him, and he broke from her for only a moment to look at her face. He smiled to her, to show her that he wanted this, that she had done nothing wrong.

Her eyes shown like the Sun's rays in a clear blue day. He was reminded of a hot summer in Salsola when he looked at her. He never did like Summer all that much, and he could say that he liked her more than the actual season itself. He smiled to her as his hands traveled to cup her cheeks, and he returned to kissing her. He felt a small chuckle come from his chest, and as his hunger grew, he could feel himself losing grip on the demons that resided within him. He was nervous, he did not know if she really wanted him in the way that she thought that she did, and this made him hesitate just a little bit. He pulled away from her again, and his ears turned back on his head as his eyes turned lightly away from her.


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All the thoughts and feelings that had been reeling through her mind the past few weeks finally ceased and solidified into a single intense drive. Heat rose wildly in Renaryn's loins, deep in her core and a sensation like electricity buzzed along the base of her tail along her spine. Her breaths came heavy through her nose as her lips remained locked passionately to Till's, eager to show him the sincerity of her words.

She could sense his nervousness and sought to ease it, going slowly despite the intensity of her desire. She only moved when he did, pulling back from the kiss to meet his eyes as they searched her face. He encouraged her. She smiled at him and gave a small laugh before beginning to crawl forward into his lap, displacing Guts onto the floor in the process. She gave an apologetic glance to the feline before once more locking lips with the man and moaning softly as he began to lay back against the couch. Splaying her ears she pressed eagerly into him again, bringing her legs up and around his hips, straddling him. In the process she scooted up his fur skirt, exposing his growing arousal to her view. As his paws cupped her cheeks, her silvery hair came to fall like a curtain around her face. The witch began to slowly grind her wide hips against his, tail raised and quivering behind her. She wanted him, she could feel her own hunger growing more insistent. Resting both paws now upon his shoulders claws pricking against the stripes there, she gave a small rumbling growl.

Withdrawing from the kiss again, panting, golden eyes blazing with lust, Renaryn blushed. "It's been a long time for me..." She admitted, but did not cease her actions for it felt good and she could feel her companion's own body reacting to her attentions. She leaned down then and rest her muzzle at Till's ear. "Just tell me what you like, I will give you all you desire..." She whispered, a husky tone to her voice and small smirk upon her maw. She nipped his ear, murring deeply, golden eyes meeting his again as she sat up, slowly rocking and grinding, feeling herself growing hot and slick the longer she kept at it.
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The Dark Fae of the North
Fear not the task ahead ~ there's no escaping it


His thoughts seemed to cease as she had pushed into him, her gentle clawed hand leading him back onto the couch, and he let her do it. He let her lead him, for once, and as the hunger within his grew, so did her attentions to him. She moved over him, displacing his feline, who jumped to the floor just in time. The black feline knew Till to be a bit promiscuous, but he did not see the other male with a woman since the marriage between the man and the two women had been ended. The male sighed heavily as her thick thighs wrapped around his smaller body. Biology had dictated that she be thicker and taller than he, but still he hovered over her. He had a thin, angular body, that of a coyote for sure but the tallness of a wolf. They fit so perfectly against each other.

She was snug as she fit herself over him and he enjoyed the feeling of her on top of him. His hips automatically angled themselves towards her heat, and he sighed as she had started growled and he felt a wicked grin form itself on his maw. She leaned down and kissed him again and he felt a growl form within his own chest and he let his body push into hers, and while he did not penetrate her, he let his engorged manhood rub against her, trying to stimulate her own body. She admitted that it had been some time since she had been with someone, and caught her lips once more, not wanting to think about the last man, or woman he may or may not have slept with. He did not want to rattle off the names of these individuals. He did not want to think about them.


Shhh. he told her as he took his hands from her face and he grabbed her waist with each hand and he suddenly pulled her down onto him. I..just.. he growled as he thrusted into her, her wetness making it so easy for him to slide within her. He shuddered at her warmth, and his clear nails dug into her waist as he allowed himself to start rocking his hips against her own. He grunted lightly as he thrusted within her and pulled her close with his clawed hands, barely able to control his claws as they dug into her hips. I need you. the words were breathy as he took his right hand and craned her neck with it, putting some force on her shoulder as he thrusted up into her.

He then pulled her and let his lips press against hers once more.

Fuck. he huffed the word out on her descent upon him.


There's no good nor evil here ~ Follow my voice, come to me
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It was a marvel how their bodies seemed to mold together. Him and her. And age old pairing. As hips ground and rocked against one another, soon Renaryn had worked up a great need deep within her. The fur along the base of her tail stood on end as her glistening sex now glided upon Till's swollen manhood. Moaning, the witch trembled atop him, her body craving to be satiated by the man beneath her.

Another small growl escaped her maw unbidden as her motions become more insistent. In response, her lover growled back, spurring her on. Kissing him with a passionate fervor, Ren felt her heart racing, her face flushed and her sex swollen and begging for attention. With her confession he quieted her, moving his paws from her face, and she panted hotly, about to say something more, when suddenly his claws bit into the flesh of her hips causing a shock of pain. But at the exact same moment, he thrust up into her, easily penetrating, plunging into her depths bringing her a great jolt of more pleasure than she ever imagined possible. Golden eyes widened. With a yelp that cut of sharply into a moan, the woman fell forward against the silvery fae legs shaking even as they clenched tightly around his waist.

Stars burst behind her eyes. Blood rushed in her ears, almost missing his words. His lips met hers again and she held the kiss, only barely. The powerful orgasm sweeping through her was mind numbing, even as he thrust up into her again, the waves of pleasure coming again and again. The pure sensation of being simply filled full and held so close by a male after so very long was enough to trigger her utmost pleasure. Breaking the kiss in the throes of climax, the white wolfess buried her muzzle against the crook of Till's neck, then moaned again, her voice shaking. She had never cum this early before! It must have been because she'd gone so long without. But by the gods and goddesses she had never felt so good!

Getting a slight handle on herself as the waves became less intense she whined. "I-I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean t-to..." She stuttered, panting and splaying her ears, even as she followed it up with a chuckle, feeling silly for even saying it. Huffing she shook her head and then buried it against his neck again, growling. "Don't stop..." She whispered low, voice husky. "Fuck me, Till." She suddenly said firmly, with a passion, sitting up and flipping her hair behind her shoulder, re-positioning so she could ride him proper. Panting, she planted her paws on his chest and began to bob up and down moving her hips in a rhythm, golden eyes alight like fire. She wanted this, she wanted him, she wanted to make this a memorable, pleasurable experience for both of them.
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The Dark Fae of the North
As I take on the darkness ~ its isolation becomes ceremony


She had been so much different from other lovers, for the women he had been with before had been smaller, much more than he was, and he could easily toss and turn them as he wished — but her — she was an anchor over him, and as she bounced over him, he felt himself draw deeper and deeper within her. His hands dug into her flesh, as if to keep her from flying away with how tight his grip was on her, and in return, her grip upon him had been just as demanding of him. The need within him had been great here, but he knew his stamina would keep him going for some time. He had many lovers, and he was never known to be a simple lay.

She had called upon the demons that lay dormant within Till, and Till let them free.

In all his time, he had never had a woman climax so early. He had been used to lovers who had a new one every night, to be going for hours and hours until neither of them could breathe anymore. He had virgins, too, but even they screamed in pain more so in pleasure as he continued on, unable to satisfy himself until walls were rubbed dry. It was not a particularly fun skill to have, for sometimes he simply could not finish within them and would have to turn to other means — a mouth, an anus, a hand.

He did not stop thrusting into her, even as she anchored her knees to the couch and clenched his tool within her, trying to draw out the precious life-creating liquid from him, but alas, even as she edged out of her climax and apologized to him, he did not stop. He did not ignore her per say, and when she had told him to not stop, he pulled her to him.

I don't plan to. he told her as she re-positioned herself slightly, having thrown him off rhythm for just a moment before she folded back into him. She rode him as she would a bucking bronco, but she did it with a feverish need that made his own need to entrap her rise deep within him. He wanted her, and he wanted to be in for long after he was finished.


He suddenly pushed himself up, but he did not let her move too far away from him, and once he came to her chest, he took one of her breasts and licked at the perked nipple. He slowly moved his tongue around it before he took it into his maw, and started to suckle on it, while still thrusting within her.

She'd be a beautiful mother.



Destined to crawl this earth~so dance with the darkness
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