No Holding Back

Cerberus Antum · 02-14-2012, 05:42 PM

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Cerberus had been so busy fantasizing about being pack mates with Ciara that he hadn’t noticed the first bite to his ear, but the lick that followed the second one jarred him out of his dream world and made him snort happily. With a brief wiggle of his head, Cerberus emitted a playful growl before nibbling on the fae’s neck, his teeth hardly grazing her soft flesh. Then, as if he’d pushed some sort of button, Ciara exploded in an explanation of her pack as if he were a tourist paying a visit, and he lifted his head to look at her with raised brows. Once she fell silent again, Cerberus let free a loud laugh, followed by a couple licks to the she-wolf’s jowls. She was a curious thing indeed, and she kept getting more and more curious.

”How do you do that?” he blurted, not realizing that he was facing potential embarrassment by revealing his thoughts. ”How do you seem to know exactly what I’m thinking?” It was true that things like ‘valuing true form’ and a distaste for coyotes worried Cerberus to the point of nearly dampening his mood, but it didn’t deter him completely from the desire to see her home. He did spend an awful lot of time in optime form because he found it quite convenient, and more capable of portraying his personality. But he could learn to like his lupus form again, for his father had taught him to survive in it alone.

Another flurry of affection came his way then, and Cerberus returned her lick promptly with one of his own across her forehead. If Ciara wasn’t careful, she’d find herself with a heap of coywolf on top of her, licking and nipping and wagging his tail like a foolish child. But she seemed worried too, and he felt the need to clarify a few things before any more affection ensued: ”Those stipulations don’t sound too difficult to adapt to. And I’m only a small part coyote, even though my attitude might suggest more.” He chuckled again, pawing at Ciara as he glanced back at her wagging tail. Her body wiggled cutely as a result of the motion, and, being overwhelmed by her endearing qualities, Cerberus rolled over onto his back and whined happily as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Eventually he turned back onto his belly and heaved his whole body into Ciara’s, yipping foolishly. He then leapt to his feet and shook his fur out, glancing around as his tail flopped around behind him. Suddenly his brow raised, and his head slowly turned back to Ciara. ”So…are you a luperci then?” he asked, realizing he was changing the subject, but he had to know nonetheless. A whole new curiosity washed over him, and suddenly he had to scold himself to avoid daydreaming about a curvy, two-legged Ciara batting her lashes and rolling around in the grass beneath him. Sometimes his testosterone made him feel like a pig...and sometimes he was just fine with it.

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