M - Storm's Delight

Jaden Ohanzee · 05-21-2012, 06:16 AM

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Her lovely, sweetly plagued body need not give warning for what he and his instincts already knew. The expression of this warning did take him off guard though it didn’t show in his cool eye. This wasn’t the first time hormones had threatened to make easy prey out of the obsidian wolf. That is how he thought of it at least: threatened, as if he wasn’t already a willing subject to their manipulation. Already the wish for dominance uttered simple whispers that urged him to show off his strength, make himself something more desirable than he was just standing in the mouth of the den with hungry eyes. But he ignored them. There was no room or medium to show off anything to his companion. There was no true need to either.

Sharing a den with her had not been something absent in his mind. Ever since their confession of love, he had wondered if he should get closer. But she wasn’t the only wolf who had claim over his heart. Thana shared his love… to an extent. Though they had so much in common and that she had already crossed an intimate threshold yet untouched by the golden woman before him, that was about all they had. It almost seemed like a hurried love in comparison to the sweet and developed feelings he had for his fellow leader. It was enough though, enough that he knew he couldn’t crush the dark coated woman by admitting his love to be stronger for another. It wasn’t in his heart to abandon her and her young friend.

These conflicted feelings had kept him from suggesting anything of the sort. He didn’t overlook the implications her words had now, though. They excited his heart just as she shook herself and thickened their tight space with her scent. Indeed, was all he could answer to these words. It was all his occupied mind cared to craft. As she continued he only became less sure of what he should answer as her soothing voice became openly suggestive. The male suddenly found himself wishing away his injury, not to escape the discomfort as per usual, but so he would have an easy escape from her tantalizing offer of a shared, “cramped” space. He was already slightly stooping in the generously dug entrance to the den, but it narrowed rather quickly. He would have to find his knees in order to venture into its depths and even then would have little room to maneuver.

Shifting with the broken bone in him was too painful to attempt even for the sake of this situation. He found the den’s far wall, if the minute distance could be called far at all, and sank himself slowly and gently against it. I cannot shift, he replied simply from his new seated position, but, if you would prefer, I can find a less cramped place to escape the rain...?

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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