WC:: 547 Oh boy haha!
A hunting trap for rabbits? Palaydrian was finding the wolves in these parts to be rather odd or at least hollow echoes of what Syliat used to represent. She wanted to explore her optime form more, but was unsure how...or more so scared after living such a sheltered life. Being feral, being a wolf felt more natural to her. But look at the mess that had got her into. The femme blushed at her obvious blunder. She sure knew how to make a fool of herself. She simply nodded and grinned through the pain when the tattooed male sauntered off. Once he disappeared in the underbrush she blew out a sigh of pain and relief. Her heartbeat started to slow down and she tried to heed the stranger’s advice and relax. Deep breaths Drin...in through the nose, out through the mouth.
A solid amount of time had passed and Drin was beginning to fear the worst. He’s definitely left me here for scavengers, she thought, suddenly getting angry. Her eyes threatened to well up in tears but she shook her head. Come on...stop trying to find the worst in everyone! She chided herself, shifting her weight and gingerly loosening her left handed grip on the rope. This only caused a new circulation of blood and fire to rush through her right arm so she tightened her grip again. “Dammit,” she sighed, but before she could feel any more sorry for herself, she could smell the male before her ears picked up his approach.
Drin failed at hiding her obvious awe in his optime form. His long grey hair and tribal markings had her blood burning. What is this? She questioned herself. Would every male have this affect on her? She’d only seen another wolf in his optime in these lands, but this was different. This was a wolf that she knew cared about his appearance, was truly an artist in dyes. She caught herself admiring his markings much longer than she wanted to admit before she deciphered what he was trying to tell her. He was going to bite through the rope! Her heart was pounding in her throat by the time his body pressed to hers, he towering a foot above her, and his warm hand on her waist. Something inside her stirred and didn’t want him to move away, but the burden her left hand was holding gave when when the male took on the slack himself and suddenly her right hand was free.
Feeling in her legs gave out and she found herself sailing towards him as he fell backwards. This couldn’t possibly end well. She let out a surprised squeal and was expecting a sound blow from the earth when her fall was cushioned by fur, by his fur! She attempted lifting herself up with her left hand she stared down at the stranger who she was now awkwardly straddling. Completely shocked and oddly excited, the female quickly rolled off and stood up to brush herself off. “I...I’m so sorry!” She murmured keeping her eyes averted as her wildy wavy blonde hair covered her blush filled face.
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