[M] Come to me

Anatole Aston · 01-13-2012, 02:28 PM

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(678) Feel free to have her demand he shift. Or whatever works for you. XD He's just in his male-driven sex mode.

After so many weeks keeping close to his packlands, Anatole had given in to his instinctive drive to wander. He was certain this was entirely acceptable; after living as a rogue for so long, and having little affiliation or rank to bother about within AniWaya, he was more than confident his presence would not be missed for a few days. In his lupus form he traveled north, following the obvious trail of white-tailed deer. While it was hard for a single wolf to make a kill, Anatole’s size and experience was greatly enhanced by the intelligence of the virus. By being able to recall patterns of animal movement, and estimate how they would behave, he was two-steps ahead of his ancestors and there instinctive chase, wear down, and kill behavior.

He did find a small herd of deer, likely a single family. The buck was young, but his goal was not with the male. A younger and flightier looking doe was lingering too far from the group. With the snow to muffle his presence, he stalked closer.

Deer were hardy enough to survive the winters here, but the toll on them was extraordinary. He could see they had lost much of the fat from summer, and their coats were dull and fluffed up against the wind. As is habitual, deer travel into the wind as to scent predators. By creeping after them from downwind Anatole was capable of masking himself until the time was right. While a white wolf might have done better in the snow, enough patches of dark earth, stone, or tree bark blended his black-tan hide against their vision.

The chase began and ended quickly. Anatole rushed at the doe, cutting her off from the other animals. While she outpaced him, his endurance was far greater—he followed her for two miles before she finally slowed. He closed the gap and took her down with his weight alone, avoiding a sharp kick and moving from her wounded haunch to the throat. Scissor-like teeth cut through her sinewy neck, grappled the wind pipe, and crushed it.

He ate heartily, paying no mind to the noisy ravens that came to pick at the carcass. A fox emerged from the encroaching gloom and Anatole acquiesced to share his meal. As he finished gorging himself, he made off to find a source of water that was not packed snow. It was nearly dark now, and he knew finding shelter would have to come soon. Water was first, though—a small stream satisfied his thirst and he had begun scouting for a hollowed area to sleep in when the cry came. Both ears rose high, his head following suit.

It was a woman’s voice, and a demanding one. She wanted Pleasures, and was likely unmated, alone, and loose. His instinctive desire to mate was triggered almost instantly. A low howl answered her cry, and then he trailed after the source. All the while, his senses rose to high alert. Musk seeped from his pores, and his tail rose high behind him. While the idea of courtship favored most of his companion Luperci, Anatole was used to far more feral ways. If he wanted a woman, and she was ready, he would not praise her but simply claim her body. Even if he had no children, he needed to mate; no amount of intelligence could wash away the most base instinct. Sex, food.

Moaning reached his ears the further he went, and with the wind changing course, he finally caught her scent. She was in heat, and the maddening mixture of blood and hormones was met by his body’s responding testosterone. The fur along his back rose in anticipation, and he panted heavily as he went. By the time he found her, his mind was focused singularly on the deed to follow.

She was in her Optime form, clothed in some billowing thing, and perched against a tree. He growled deeply in his throat, green eyes blazing in the night. The wolf said nothing; she had called and he had come.

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