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- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She led Conri through the hard rain, holding his hand and smiling through their touch, their closeness. They moved from beneath the dark clouds, into the trees, hardly able to tell that day had long ago shifted into night. The two marched through the fog of Esper Hollow, Asanotohl breathing in scents that she had already familiarized herself with. It was not far to the campsite from there; and when they arrived, it seemed late enough that most of them, well anyone who was there, had already gone to bed. Asa took Conri to her tent, which had been flimsy the first night, but she’d settled it quite nicely herself. A day in Halifax had brought her back many supplies to her humble abode; tarps to add on and expand with her tent, actually turning it into some sort of a make-shift home; more books piled into the corners; a mattress dragged by a wooden wagon that had been turned to firewood and piled in an opposite corner of her bed piled with fresh sheets she’d cleaned and dried near the lake. Also, as they stepped inside, their feet were met with a plush rug she had confiscated from some run-down building. It was overall comfortable for someone as young and resourceful as herself.
She wrung out her hair unto the floor, and gave her small, slender body a good shake before jotting over to her bed to sit down. She pulled her knees up beneath her chin, and smiled up at Conri, her eyes kind and her mauled ear twitching slightly. She patted the space beside her, beckoning the red-furred male to join her, before she laced her arm back around her legs, grasping unto her opposite elbow. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She watched him calmly, fairly happy at his subdued awe. More or less, she replied placidly, knowing that Laurel had helped put up the initial tent to which she had just expanded upon with a bit of imaginative creativity. He came to sit on the mattress, a bit farther than Asa could have possibly liked. She turned her face to hide the impossible expression of disappointment that lay there. But she was quick to recover, and turned her cheerful face back to him, still cuddling with her knees. Tell me about yourself, Conri. Something good! she beamed, hopefully knowing that there was more to him than his stories of woe and uncontrollability. I’d tell you about myself… if I knew anything, she half-laughed. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> Asa grinned at the little tidbit, and rocked back and forth slightly. See, Conri? You’re nicer than you think… she grinned, tilting her head slightly towards him. You can’t always focus on the bad… you know you’re mistake. Give yourself time to right it. A hand rose from her legs, twiddling idly with the hoops of her torn ear before she stretched her body to lay back unto the mattress, her legs collapsing slightly and feet digging into the plush carpet. She put her arms behind her head, turning her muzzle towards Conri again and smiling. Ya know… I’ll be here if you ever want to talk. You’re just too good of a wolf to slip away like you are… table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She watched him idly, feeling the pace of her heartbeat pick up as he shifted closer slightly. She smiled slightly, hoping that he could not hear the hammering inside her chest. His words, drew a quirked brow upon her features and she shook her head slightly. Why would I run from my own home? she asked precariously, though beamed nonetheless afterwards. But if it calms you down, I promise to get away if I think you’re going to hurt me… she added on a more serious note. But I highly doubt you will. She shrugged, closing her eyes and sighing (a low sense of concentration to calm her wild, inner thoughts). table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> Without even opening her eyes, she knew he was nearer now. She felt the sink of the mattress with his weight, and the heat that radiated from his body was oddly pleasing to her own. She smiled at this, albeit absently. Her pale, purple eye opened after his question, and she looked at him for a long moment as he had rested his skull gently upon her shoulder. I would like to think that I’m happy now… and that whatever I’ve forgotten couldn’t have possibly been all that good. She shrugged her other shoulder, shifting slightly so that his muzzle was pressed against her neck, and she was closer to him. I doubt I’d go back, though… I feel more like a… “moving forward” type of being… She closed her eye again. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She chuckled mutedly at his mumbling, only growing more feverish with his nuzzles, licks and tiny bites. Conri, she complained quietly, playfully; that tickles! She squirmed beneath his ticklish touch, yet found her opposite hand snaking from beneath her head, and gliding over to gently grace the presented side of his face. She stroked his cheek absently before finding her fingers absently twiddling with the bottom of his ear. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She opened her eyes, smiling towards him quietly as he pressed against her hand, her fingers continually stroking the side of his face. He leaned back down, tongue caressing the line of her collarbone, sending thousands of tiny sparks of electricity throughout her body. She’d never felt such pleasure, or at least she assumed that she hadn’t. Her head tilted back slightly, and her other hand pulled from beneath her head. Both her hands roved against his shoulders and wrapped gently around his neck. She pulled slightly, physically motioning him to move up and closer; her muzzle came back down, gently pressing against the side of his face, her tongue lashing affectionately at the base of his ear. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> He brought himself closer now, tongue never leaving her skin. She gave a quieted moan, feeling her body begin to ache with the desire she felt for Conri; and all the while, she never once thought it was wrong. Her hands gripped at his mane, her licks becoming slightly more fevered as she tipped her muzzle down into her own arm, pressing sideways so that she was nipping gently at the side of his neck. She licked and nuzzled deeper into the thick fur there, whilst her freer hand began caressing his jawline before sliding down his chest, raking through the fur until it settled on his stomach, where her hand lightly lingered. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> His difficulty maneuvering did not go unnoticed. His touches were like fire, rubbing against her body as he leaned back, sliding his hand down her body. Another moan, before Asa shifted again. She spread her legs slightly, giving his knees better leverage so that his well-muscled arm wasn’t doing most of the work. She arched her back slightly, her stomach pressing gently against his own. Her hands rose to the back of his neck again, pulling him down slightly; inviting him to lay on top of her, to ease his pain. Her arms drifted down, raking slowly along his back, simultaneously to her tongue which stroked along his chin and neck. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> The weight of his body was more pleasing than it was disturbing; becoming less and less heavy and uncomfortable as her body soared to new temperatures, the intimate heat and passion between them both setting the whole tent on fire. She groped at his strong body, admiring the feel of his lean muscles and silently congratulating the strength of his body with the use of only one arm. She sighed heavily as she grabbed his body tight, feeling the pressure of his frame as he leaned forward; yet… there was a pause. She looked into his flushed façade, realizing now how hard they were both breathing. She leaned up slightly, her muzzle pressing into his ear, and she whispered I’m yours, Conri. She laid her head back again, closing her eyes and gently hiking one of her legs upon the back of his own; her hands continually stroking his back. table by chels [/html]
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