10-09-2009, 05:13 PM
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Jacquez felt her breath, hot against his cheek. She seemed excited, her pulse thudding quickly, despite the carefully controlled exterior. The silly wolf was still trying to hold herself back, he realized with amusement. But she couldn't resist. His deft fingers brushed teasingly against her warm throat, withdrawing before they grazed the heavy collar. He hadn't missed the small strangled sound she made, either. Still, if she wanted a real welcoming home, she'd have to shift upwards. He wasn't about to pull any tricks when she was on all fours.
"Maybe I will," he growled, their faces almost touching. Up close, he could see in full detail the scars that Svara's mother had given her, ravaging her daughter's face in a hallucinogenic frenzy. It had not been long after they first met that Svara had been discovered on the beach, drenched in her own blood from Haku's mauling. She had a penchant for trouble, always plunging headlong into violence and more fighting.
It was a wonder she had survived thus far. He was glad she had. For all her hard-nosed snotty attitudes, foul language and nymphomaniac tendencies, it was more fun to have her around. She started messes everywhere, and he reveled in joining in. A good leader would certainly not condone such mischief, but... that thought didn't need to be finished.
He roughly dug his claw under the latch of the collar, feeling the worn leather slacken slightly against her throat. Was she bluffing? Another tug, and it would fall open. His fathomless black eyes bored into her intense yellow gaze, challenging her to resist. He didn't like the collar. Maybe he would throw it away, see if she chased after it. Where had she gotten the damned ugly thing, anyway? His curiosity was dying to know why she had not shed it the first chance she had...
Jacquez felt her breath, hot against his cheek. She seemed excited, her pulse thudding quickly, despite the carefully controlled exterior. The silly wolf was still trying to hold herself back, he realized with amusement. But she couldn't resist. His deft fingers brushed teasingly against her warm throat, withdrawing before they grazed the heavy collar. He hadn't missed the small strangled sound she made, either. Still, if she wanted a real welcoming home, she'd have to shift upwards. He wasn't about to pull any tricks when she was on all fours.
"Maybe I will," he growled, their faces almost touching. Up close, he could see in full detail the scars that Svara's mother had given her, ravaging her daughter's face in a hallucinogenic frenzy. It had not been long after they first met that Svara had been discovered on the beach, drenched in her own blood from Haku's mauling. She had a penchant for trouble, always plunging headlong into violence and more fighting.
It was a wonder she had survived thus far. He was glad she had. For all her hard-nosed snotty attitudes, foul language and nymphomaniac tendencies, it was more fun to have her around. She started messes everywhere, and he reveled in joining in. A good leader would certainly not condone such mischief, but... that thought didn't need to be finished.
He roughly dug his claw under the latch of the collar, feeling the worn leather slacken slightly against her throat. Was she bluffing? Another tug, and it would fall open. His fathomless black eyes bored into her intense yellow gaze, challenging her to resist. He didn't like the collar. Maybe he would throw it away, see if she chased after it. Where had she gotten the damned ugly thing, anyway? His curiosity was dying to know why she had not shed it the first chance she had...