01-22-2012, 12:09 AM
There was little he could do while his mate and pups slept. He didn’t want to leave them, but he hadn’t walked the borders in a few days, and with Shaw having left, he knew he would need to. He shifted into the secui form after removing his jeans. Quick but powerful. He didn’t use it often, but when he did, he appreciated the underused form. He understood why Haku had often gone around in the secui form.
The calico female, which he’d named Sheba, followed him everywhere. She slept across his feet when he napped or slept in bed with Sky. She watched him do everything. It was endearing and disturbing at the same time. Now she was following him to the borders.
As he neared the border, a sickly sweet smell meet him. He drew in a deep breath. A female from the court was on their borders, and it smelled like she was in heat. Dueling emotions warred in him, one basic instinct, one common sense. Go and top her, make her bear pups into the world. Go and tell her to return to the safety of the court, to the sheltering arms of her pack.
He could see her now, a slender brown female, rubbing her sinuous body against the trunk of a tree. He approached her from upwind so the wind blew his scent to her before he arrived. Still, Sheba arrived before he did. He stood his ground, his chest puffed out, his body held in a high ranking position. He was council, he was the next thing to a leader for the pack.
”What are you doing on D’Arte borders?” The scent of her heat was intoxicating, and he had his mate waiting at home. The intoxication of her scent made his voice gruffer than usual.
((WC: 303))
The calico female, which he’d named Sheba, followed him everywhere. She slept across his feet when he napped or slept in bed with Sky. She watched him do everything. It was endearing and disturbing at the same time. Now she was following him to the borders.
As he neared the border, a sickly sweet smell meet him. He drew in a deep breath. A female from the court was on their borders, and it smelled like she was in heat. Dueling emotions warred in him, one basic instinct, one common sense. Go and top her, make her bear pups into the world. Go and tell her to return to the safety of the court, to the sheltering arms of her pack.
He could see her now, a slender brown female, rubbing her sinuous body against the trunk of a tree. He approached her from upwind so the wind blew his scent to her before he arrived. Still, Sheba arrived before he did. He stood his ground, his chest puffed out, his body held in a high ranking position. He was council, he was the next thing to a leader for the pack.
”What are you doing on D’Arte borders?” The scent of her heat was intoxicating, and he had his mate waiting at home. The intoxication of her scent made his voice gruffer than usual.
((WC: 303))