[M] The sun is burning hot again on the hunter & fisherman

Baelish

POSTED: Mon May 14, 2018 6:50 pm

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.


She’d thought the spring was hot, but now that it was melting away into summer, Yuka swore she wasn’t going to make it.

Her white fur was coming out of her in clumps, a reaction by her body that she had absolutely no control over. While she’d shed before, this was like a mass exodus of any fur even remotely useful to her in the winter time, and the itching was madness as she fought to deal with it. The girl had woken up in her new home that morning in abject misery, contemplating staying inside the whole day in the shade and avoiding the sun. It didn’t help that she had fallen into her moon cycle, which made her skin crawl just beneath the surface as much as her shedding fur had it crawling above. A frustrated whine came from her, and she rolled, pressing her face against the thin blanket covering the stone floor of her bedroom.

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered, cursing everything and anything she could think of.

Then Posey’s advice about dipping into rivers or the ocean ran through her mind and, not being one to waste an entire day, she pushed herself up and out the door. Her rounded ears pricked at the sound of the river running along near Winterwynd, which was situated on its bank, and she pushed herself in that direction with her short, slender legs carrying her swiftly toward the water. Once she arrived at the river’s bank she dove right into it, sinking into the water and embracing the chill of the fresh, running water.

It took her a few minutes to pop back up to the surface, her practice in throatsinging giving her lungs all the strength she needed to keep her under for a few minutes. Once she was up there was a look of pure pleasure on her face, and she kicked her feet, letting her body float to the surface where it jostled slightly, her arms stretched out above her head, chest pressed up out of the water and long, white hair dancing around her head with the movement of the current.

Posey had been right – this was total, absolute bliss.

wc: 366 ooc: Hot AND in heat. Here you go, Baelish, do your WORST. xD
Last edited by Yuka Nukilik on Mon May 14, 2018 8:35 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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Luperci

POSTED: Mon May 14, 2018 7:20 pm

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When Baelish had awoken that morning, on the ceiling there had been a wasp’s nest. It had started out a couple days before as nothing more than an errant queen trying desperately to find a stronghold, a new kingdom, from which to rear her young and rule – he had thought little of it at the time. But now, it was a small bulb, pendulous above his head, with her new daughters flitting in and out through a small hole at the corner of his window. He sighed, not looking forward to being stung but knowing full well he would be.

After the ordeal, his hands aching and swollen from the few pricks he had received, Baelish decided it was high time he cooled off and gave himself a bath; he knew of a beautiful spot on a river nearby, where the water pooled deeply, and gentle waterfalls afforded the luxury of cleaning one’s mane. He took with him a small bar of Luperci made soap and nothing else, walking freely, confidently, and naked through the lands until he reach that crystal shore; what a surprise it was to him to see it was already occupied.

From the shadow of the trees, Baelish was mostly concealed from the white female swimming leisurely; she was soaking and happy from the looks of it, but the smell of her was not lost on him. She was in heat, there was no doubt, and despite any kind of trepidation he may have had, a part of him peaked out from its sheathe into the warm spring air. Immediately frustrated and aroused, Baelish believed his hopes of a welcome and cool bath dashed, he walked several yards down the riverbank to a spot (not as nice as where she was) to dip in. As soon as he submerged, he felt revived and relieved; she was beautiful, and it was all he could do from not swimming down like a red salmon to spawn with her; but first, he had to bathe.

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POSTED: Mon May 14, 2018 10:08 pm

The water was the best thing she’d felt in weeks, instantly soaking through both of her coats of fur unlike the rain, which clung to her guard hairs and slipped away unnoticed. In that moment the girl wished she was a fish, wanting nothing more than to stay in these waters until the fall came and the colder temperatures which she could bear. A satisfied sigh left her lips and she closed her eyes, leisurely moving her arms up above her head and floating, the current carrying her downstream, towards Baelish, though she didn’t know him.

Her eyelids remained closed, and she began to sing a soft tune as she drifted down the river, her tail swaying behind her. If Baelish noticed her she wouldn’t see him until he called out, made her open her eyes and look toward him. Her mind played over the first few relaxed weeks of life in Mistfell Vale, and while she’d wished she’d gotten further in her tasks she knew it was important to get to know the culture of the family she’d joined, their goals and values. That way, when she did start to move forward she could do so in line with the pack.

Her nose twitched, suddenly, interrupting her thoughts. It smelled like a male, a male wolf, even, and the heat making her misery worse had her head turning until those amber eyes fell on him. He stood waist deep in the water, his coat dripping with the river as he bathed, the scent of the soap catching her attention, then. The girl cleared her throat, and suddenly felt hotter all over again, submerging half her body to try and mask the smell of her heat - she didn’t know if he was pack, and if he wasn’t, Yuka could be in trouble.

wc: 3+

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POSTED: Tue May 15, 2018 1:24 pm

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The little medallion of soap he had was all that was left from his time in Portland; he knew that this may be the last time he got to use any for a long time, as he had not seen any available for trade at the Saint John merchant rally; it seemed that soap making was too advanced for these Luperci up here. But no matter, there were other ways of getting squeaky clean; it was just so convenient this way.

Far enough away from the girl now that he could relax and not have to worry about her scent, though she remained on his mind, Baelish got to lathering his upper body while his lower remained submerged. The soap smelled like lard and honey, a wonderful concoction, and he knew after he dried he’d be smelling like a daisy. He raked the suds through his mane and into his ears, when he suddenly heard a small noise; he turned to see the girl from before, now right near him. Had she come down this way on purpose? She seemed surprised, by the look in her eyes, but once his gaze traveled south of her face Baelish’s mind turned into soup.

She was beautiful, petite with her wet fur clinging to her just right, she glistened in the sunlight and Baelish was completely dumbfounded. Her visage coupled with her intoxicating scent, made his legs feel weak; he seemingly melted into the water, nothing but the upper half of his face showing. The lather was quickly removed from his body and carried away downstream.

It seemed like an eternity that they stared at each other; him love drunk and her shocked; finally he lifted his muzzle enough out of the water to give her a grin, "Hellooooooo…" He said, trying to sound nonchalant but realizing he probably came off as completely awkward. He daren’t stand up to great her properly… for reasons.

There was no denying it now; all these white females in the Vale would be the death of him; or he would find himself suddenly with many, many, more mouths to feed.

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