[M]A mistaken identity

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POSTED: Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:58 pm

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Inca had returned from the diplomacy trip in one piece, the man more than a little eager to return to his mischief, instead of being on his best behavior. With his little brothers around, it wasn't quite as easy for him to get into the sorts of trouble that he usually did, and that was before considering the pair of potentials eyes for his mother. He was back though, and that had meant slipping back out into the dampwoods not long after he'd gotten settled back in.

A bone knife was lashed to the hybrid's thigh, a precarious position if not for the leather sheath that it lay in, and the knife itself relatively crude compared to the much finer specimen that he'd been gifted. He had started to get a little bit better at it though, and at the very least, it cut well enough to justify bringing it along. With some of the nights starting to get chilly, Inca had brought along the deer hide cloak that he owned, not as fancy as some of the clothes that he knew others in the pack owned, but he'd gotten along well enough without.

As with most of his trips away from the pack, Inca did not have a master plan for the journey, simply expecting the cards to fall wherever they happened to fall. It was a hit or miss strategy if he'd stopped to really consider it's track record, but he tended to fixate on the good outcomes of it, like meeting Lou. It was that lack of hindsight that caused greed to glimmer in the youth's eyes when he came upon a campsite not terribly far from the borders. It didn't look abandoned from the fact there were still belongings to be picked over, but he also didn't see anyone watching over it.

If he'd stopped a moment, he might have remembered a similar situation had cost him his father's hand me down knife, and nearly his life. Instead, the man crept toward the nearest thing that looked like it might have valuables within it, and tried finding something worth carrying back to the pack. There was the faint scent of Anathema in the air, but as close to the border as they were, he dismissed it as a coincidence. He found clothes first, but not the sort that he might have worn, yet set them to the side anyways with the plan to bring some of the nicer pieces back for his sister. Jewelry, even a crystal ball eventually brought out into the afternoon light for the greedy male to paw at, and appraise.

It was quite the haul, probably his best yet, and all he had to do was start gathering it all up to begin carrying back to Anathema. Inca was ecstatic, but so enthralled by his new found treasure that he had stopped paying as much attention to his immediate surroundings. Lost track of the reality that the campsite's owners could very well be coming back at any moment.
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POSTED: Thu Oct 19, 2017 10:38 am

It was a typical day for Evangeline, she and the boys set up camp and started to replace the protective markers around Anathema. For Eva it was easier to set up camp work one area of Anathema then move on. They had taken a break though and Eva had gone for a dip in one of the near by streams. She aches from all they had done and the cool water felt refreshing.

She shook off a bit as she looked up at the sky. She needed to get back to camp and get ready to move to the next spot. She made her way back The the camp wondering if Briston or Ash had made it back.

As she crest the hill she saw a grayish figure rummaging through her stuff. She assumed they were close enough to Anathema to not be bothered no one had before. Though not many lurked around the demon pack. It wasn’t until she got closer that the noticed he perpetrator was Anathemas own.

“Eh,hem.” He coughed arms crossed as she looked through her stuff. Her naked body fluffed from agitation. “Inca, what in all of creation are you doing with my things?” She asked purple and red swirled eyes looked down on him.
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POSTED: Thu Oct 19, 2017 6:51 pm

If he'd been a little less greedy, and settled for just some of the clothes, the male would have maybe been long gone by the time their owner returned. Inca had instead allowed greed to keep him there, intent on carrying off as much as he could, and was still in the process of sorting when he was caught red handed. He'd been too fixated on the task at hand to notice her approach, but his ears perked almost immediately at her cough, dropping the clothing that he'd been holding so he could be ready to flee.

He had expected a loner, an angry one at that, but was contemplating a fight when his attention was drawn in the direction of the noise. It took a moment or two for recognition to really dawn on the male, but he was stunned almost immediately by the bare woman, his blue eyes trapped by her appearance. Finally piecing together who she was only made it that much harder to look away, even if a voice in him said that he shouldn't be staring at the Angela of all people. He'd not interacted with her a great deal, and he certainly had never seen the woman without clothing before.

The gap between his noticing her, and actually answering the question she'd given him was more than noticeable, his gaze not really looking away as it probably should have, but instead wandering over her in an appraising fashion. Inca caught himself, and tried to fumble for some excuse, suddenly piecing together whose camp he had been ransacking, the male swallowing to buy himself a moment or two of thought. ”I... I uh, thought it was a loner's camp...” he answered truthfully enough, even if he left out what he was doing, and was quick to try and turn attention away from his transgression.

”You're much more attractive up close, without any ceremonies to distract from you.” Inca offered up some potentially reckless praise, going off the sort of advice that his father had taught him as his lessons with the older Coyote had continued. He didn't stop to think how the much higher ranked woman might take his flattery, let alone his apparent inability to take his eyes off of her.
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POSTED: Tue Nov 14, 2017 12:54 pm

Evangeline waited a moment before she moved towards Inca. The male holding her things proclaimed that he thought it was a loners camp. She shook her head stepping to him she poked his nose. Though he was taller than her, “use this a bit better” she spoke. Standing there on her tip toes.

She settled down and looked at him as she gave a toothy half grin. “You like what you see hmm?” She half purred. She had to admit her ego enjoyed when others reveled in her beauty. Maybe she got a bit of that from her mother, or maybe her father.

She turned away grabbing her clothing as she started to slip into it. Arrogance was definitely her fathers trait. “Do you mind I’d like those back.” She said pointing to her jewelry.
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POSTED: Tue Nov 14, 2017 8:36 pm

If she had been a loner, the situation might have been a little more comfortable for Inca, less uncertainty involved in that, than being caught red handed stealing from the pack's leader. He wasn't entirely sure what the punishment might be, if she decided to not accept his excuse for rummaging through her things. If not for the appealing distraction that the woman herself presented, Inca might have been worried more than he was.

When she actually approached him, Inca stayed still, even if he found it impossible not to keep his eyes on her, even when his gaze had to drop downward to follow once she was in front of him, standing on her toes. The grin on her face softened some of the lingering concern that he was in trouble, but her purring voice was far more of a surprise, far more warmth for his praise than he would have ever hoped to receive from Evangeline. More dangerously, it gave the already reckless hybrid ideas, ones that were not likely to be good for him. Inca being the kind of Luperci he was, acted before really thinking too long, first by bluntly answering her. ”Who wouldn't like what I see?” the male's words carried more confidence than his earlier ones had, a pleased looking grin on his face as he did, only fading a touch when she turned from him to start getting into the clothes that he'd been about to steal.

He was slow to actually respond to her request to bring her jewelry over, still a little starstruck, but moved toward her eventually. The jewelry she'd pointed toward finding it's way into Inca's hand, stepping just as close as she had earlier, offering up what he was carrying to the Angela, but with what he thought was a clever bit of flirting ”You look just fine without it you know, the jewelry, maybe even better without. I could just hold on it?”. Inca had tried to make sure his tone was more playful than serious when he suggested keeping her possession, as much an effort to tease the woman, as it was to see whether her earlier smile might mean she wouldn't pull rank on him as readily as he would have thought.
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POSTED: Wed Dec 13, 2017 12:36 pm

Pure arrogance ran through her veins at times. She had everything she could possibly want in life, though she needed a reminder from time to time that you don’t always get things your way. That wasn’t to say that she was cruel or got things in an unjust way. She just had a real taste for adoration. The young male before her had no idea what he was getting himself into.

He spoke, and she couldn’t help but smile. “I think you would like more than I would.” She teased as she reached out for her jewelry. Taking it she started to place it back on ever so slowly. She half eyed him seeing if she had kept him reeled in. Once she was finished she smiled almost waiting for him to say something as she than spoke. “You know what’s more fun than watching me dress?” She questioned teasingly.

Maybe Lust wasn’t the only one who could reel a man in. Though Eva sometimes did it just for the fun of watching them fidget. She got in really close to him again the light jingling sound of the jewelry was like a soft song. “Helping me take it all off.” She whispered her voice light yet deep with sexual undertones. Purple, red eyes watched him. She really wanted him to fall into her web. A small part of her, however wanted him to book it to scared to seize this chance.

Standing there almost touching him, their fur bristled together lightly. She leaned into his neck area and playfully gave a low growl. Trying to taunt him more.
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POSTED: Fri Dec 15, 2017 2:32 am

Inca had expected that the view wouldn't last forever, that Evangeline would eventually start getting dressed even with his lecherous eyes on her. It made the moment no less disappointing to the hybrid, even if there was still a small voice telling him that he was lucky if he didn't find himself in trouble over the unearned looks he'd already had.

Even once she was clothed, jewelry and all, he found it hard to stray from her with his eyes, still able to at least imagine what lay beneath the fabric. It wasn't lost on him that her voice had remained pleasant, the smile on her face not something he'd have expected to see if he was in trouble. ”What's that?” Inca responded autonomously, not actually thinking about what the answer might be, his face warmer than it had been from the whole affair.

The male felt his heart beat faster as Evangeline came closer still, a stunned expression falling over his face at the 'answer' to her own question. A portion of the male wondered if he'd not actually woke up yet, still in his bed having a very inappropriate dream about the Angela. The sound of her voice, the desire that it sparked within himself, it felt far too real for a dream.

He wasn't as experienced as he often tried to let on, and it showed in his initial hesitance, which was swept away by the playful low growl that spilled from the smaller Luperci. Inca threw caution to the wind, as he tried to slip his hands around behind Evangeline's back, in an effort to close what little gap remained between them. A growl of his own, a light tone to it, rumbled within the man's chest while attempting to draw her close, his hands eagerly seeking to wander along the woman's back, fumbling to try and reverse what he'd just seen Evangeline do. "I know something even more fun than..."

If he'd not been so lost in the unexpected moment, Inca might have stopped to remember that she was the Angela, and taken things slower. Baser instinct saw him trying to take the lead, putting to good use what little experience he'd gleaned from his drunken encounter that he barely remembered, and the abortive attempt to court another.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:18 am

Treading on dangerous shores was the young man before her. That though made Evangeline like him even more. She had yet to saddle herself to one man so why not try a few on and see who sticks? The dangerous waters of passion or more so lust swept over the duo like a sea trying to drown a fool.

Evangeline almost forgot she was the spider enticing him into her web. He pulled her in close and returned her lust with his own. Though not much to Evangeline’s surprise he fumbled as he tried to take things into his own hands. She grinned pressing herself against him.

His scent was intoxicating in this moment. And for some ungodly reason she couldn’t stop herself. Inca was the son of Nyx, Inca was a young wolf, Inca was her subordinate. None of that mattered though they were truly just two wolves to deep into passion. “Show me a good time.” She whispered as she gently ran her claws through his fur. Nipping lightly at his chest trying to get a taste of him.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 15, 2018 7:43 pm

If his mind hadn't been so clouded by lust, Inca might have stopped to consider whether he was supposed to let Evangeline be the one taking charge, he was her subordinate , it would have made sense. With his mind far too preoccupied with disrobing the Angela, there was nothing to stop him from being reckless, especially when she didn't rebuke his attempts to be in charge, but seemed more than happy to go along with it.

His fumbling hands were slower in their task than they should have been, but time, and a bit of help from gravity was eventually enough to make her just as bare as when she'd first stumbled upon him trying to ransack her camp. She pressed into him before he could take long to admire her a second time, but that wasn't at all a disappointment, the sensation of her against him, her scent, her whispered voice, even the strangely thrilling nips that she placed on his chest. It was all irresistible to Inca, his heart quickened, and his breaths heavier than they should have been.

Inca did his best to find the tip of Evangeline's snout with his own, tentative lashes of his tongue against her a not so subtle effort to draw the Angela into a kiss. Without a bounty of experience, he stuck to what he knew, and just tried to guide her to the ground in the middle of that attempted kiss, her clothes as good a bed as any in the younger male's eyes. Unless he was rebuked, it was almost inevitable that kisses would be interrupted now and again by the larger canine seeking to place nips along the side of her neck. It was easy for him to forget their ranks with them both tangled together, for an instinctive growl to again rumble in him, to blatantly take charge of their dance together.

He knew enough to try and place his knees between Evangeline's legs, to loom over her, even what would come next. Inca was just not quite as smooth as he was liable to be in a few more years, but more than capable of providing the 'good time' that his leader had requested.
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