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Date: 07 May
Setting: Northern Shattered Coast, near the place where Shattered Coast, Ethereal Eclipse, and Dahlia de Mai intersect.
Time: early morning (~8am)
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The Ayastigi was smiling brightly as the day began. She had had a lovely evening the night previous and had woken more refreshed than she had in a while. She sat far more relaxed on Fuerte than she had in the past two days since she had gotten him, and that was perhaps a mistake, she soon learned.
While some aspects of the previous night were a bit... hazy, at best, several points stood out in the colliewolf's mind. She had been riding the same basic way she had ridden in, feeling a little more secure on the horse (also a mistake). She was pondering the poor albino wolf from Anathema with all those scars where his flesh had been rent, when Fuerte had whickered and tossed his head happily, making a beeline all on his merry own, to a point that Désirée could not readily distinguish to begin with. Desi had let him have his head, at first; he couldn't get them into too much trouble, right?
She had been surprised to see another horse looming into view, her bright pelt shining against the evening gloom. Desi had dismounted with an admonition to the stallion to keep his ballocks to himself, and cast around, looking for the white horse's owner, afraid that she had wandered, and eventually found her, sitting under a tree. The other figure was a lean coyote woman, and for a moment she hung back, but in the end the two spoke, exchanged names, and then shared something that Desi did not know what it was between them. Things got fun from there, but the mood was jovial.
Caught up in her thoughts, Desi missed the glint in Fuerte's eye as he turned his head a little. Before she could bat her eyelashes twice, the grullo stallion had crowhopped once, thrusting his back high with a stuttering little jump, then bucked, flipping the merled woman over his shoulders. She landed hard on her back and laid there a moment, the wind gone from her lungs. Fuerte meanwhile threw his head, glad to be rid of the encumbrance of the not-J'adore rider, and sped off northward.
Coughing and spluttering, the woman made it to her feet, tears springing to her eyes as she watched the dot that was her horse run off without her. She didn't know whether she was more upset about the pain, or the loss of her mount.
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Charlemagne and him where off on a trot around the borders of Dahlia today, indeed his mighty war horse turned beast of burden, friend had made his life a lot easier since he had saved him. The relationship between rider and horse was complicated, it was more of a mutual arrangement, the horse may not have had the ability to converse with him in high speak but there where subtle clues between the two that shown their understanding of each other. Once such was the way Charlemagne would get irritated and a simple pat on his neck would subdue him. Saluce could only wonder if it was out of reluctance that his mount joined him, or if he was just paying his debt owed to him. Already the behemoth already contemplated heading north to the area he had found him and seeking a female companion for him. Charlemagne was the only one of his kind he’d seen in the area and being as lonely for a female’s company as he was it didn’t take him long to figure out it out.
“One day, you’ll have a filly to suit your bravery” the man offered him, and with a silent look given back to Saluce the horse only blew hot air out of his nose in a show of male bravado. Saluce on the other hand had no such luck, while his return to Dahlia had been pleasant he still wasn’t sure of the women here. There was Farore, but she drove him nuts, more like insane, she had a way with words that just cut right into him and exposed him for what he was. Just like her sister except without the restraint and caring she had. Alae was just too absorbed in her own chores to be bothered. No just like his horse Saluce had no filly at home to keep him company.
Charlemagne tossed his head in annoyance just then, Saluce had heard it too, a thundering of hooves heading their direction. The horse under him almost bristled with hostility along with its rider and it took no spur to the beast’s side to motivate him to ride off toward the approaching horse. The ground shook with the spasms of an earth quake as the two took off, the weight of both rider and horse shaking the very foundations of some small saplings as they rode past. Finally he expertly cut the horse off, noticing the lack of a rider, but it did not deter him, after all a horse running in this fashion meant it’s rider couldn’t be too far away. It happened quickly, the behemoth raised up off his saddle and jumped onto the side of the running horse, his hand grasping the lead and wrapping it around his arm before he gave a huge grunt and tugged the lead causing the horses head to jerk backward in an authoritive fashion. A loud growl emitted from the half crazed man’s throat, menacing, the purpose was to strike fear, and that it did. The horse quickly attempted a buck but Charlemagne was there and he shoved the horse sideways and blocked his escape while Saluce stood back up on the ground, his tall frame coming eye to eye with the wild horse, fiery blues giving it the gaze of authority. Only then did it calm itself, finding the Devil in front of it, and his henchman to his side.
“I should kill and eat you” Saluce told the horse, knowing full well the intent behind the words, no matter if it understood them or not would still be understood. He was just about to lash it for all the effort it took to corral it when a peculiar scent hit his nose. Saluce brought the lead rope up to his nose, taking in a long breath before letting it fall again. Mmmhmm the horse had an owner and he’d have to return him no matter how pissed he was he’d not harm it unless it caused more trouble. But the scent spoke of someone female and he couldn’t pass up the chance to be a knight in shining armour, well a paladin at least. But it was in the details. He gave his mount a look and within seconds he was by his side, Saluce mounted, took a firm grasp of the lead and headed back in the direction the wild mustang had come from. The once free horse only walked sullenly beside, trying to fall behind but firm tugs of his lead had a way of getting his will power back in action.
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Well that was that. Fuerte was gone, quite likely stolen; he was a magnificent horse. And she had lost him. She stood there for many long moments, knowing it was unlikely he would come back and futile to chase him, at least immediately. She would likely have just scared him had she started after him as soon as she was able to breathe. So she merely stood, watching the horizon while some cruel little voice mocked her inside her brain. Finally, the white-furred shoulders slumped with defeat and the dainty paws turned to begin the long trudge to AniWaya.
A hoarse neigh made her turn back to peer in the direction the grullo stallion had run. Her heart leapt to her throat: Someone had her horse! There was no mistaking his pelt as the silvery grey drew closer, she had never seen a horse like Fuerte in the year and a half she had been alive. His lead rope - thank Luna she had decided at the last moment to put a halter on him! - was held in the hand of a dashing grey wolf with peculiar plates resting on his muscular body. Said wolf was atop a steed of his own, a humongous black horse with beautiful ivory hairs that extended from his ankle to the ground on all four feet. Desi could not take her eyes off of the man.
She walked slowly forward to meet the three, her eyes never leaving the form of the man until their paths finally met. She barely noticed Fuerte's eyes rolling wildly with fear as the stallion danced in place nervously beside Saluce; she had eyes only for the paladin, her knight. Finally, the young lady spoke, trying in vain to disguise her nervousness (and the fact that she was crushing hard). Uh... hi.. My name's Désirée. Thank you so much for catching Fuerte there. She turned to the stallion, seeing for the first time the terror in his eye and scolded him, but did not yet reach for the lead rope. Bad horse. Bad! You coulda killed me!
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Wonderlust, it ran wild these days. It seemed everyone had it when he showed up with his armour donned, armed with his massive hammer, and the giant horse he road atop. But the brute didn’t catch the glint in her eye that spoke of anything more than just shock and awe. The unruly horse did indeed have an owner and he was glad at least to see she was unhurt. His brilliant blue eyes looked down her form, noticing all the female charms inherent to any suitably bred lady. His ears caught her greeting and he flashed her a charming smile, even though his handsome nature had diminished with the massive scar making him half bald. He also didn’t miss the way she pronounced her name, and he found it fitting. Saluce was a bit of a charmer himself at times, and unknown to many people he preferred taller women and she did not disappoint.
Finally he dismounted the great warhorse of his, lead in hand as he walked up Desiree. Bowing he stretched out his hand with the lead and addressed her “Bonjour Desiree, I am Saluce Trembley and I assume this unruly horse belongs to you?” He stood back up to his full height and couldn’t help but notice the look she was giving him. It had been awhile since he had seen that look, but he still recognized it. Part of him wanted to jump at the bit to have a night of fun, another part of him, the older more wise part told him to calm himself down. Least his own wonder be discovered.
“May I ask what a lovely Lady such as yourself is doing with such a misbehaving horse as this one?”
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Oh dear, sweet Moon, he speaks with an accent. Yup, she was falling hard over this dashing man she had only just met. She stared unabashedly at him. He was tall. His smile made her want to swoon, and his gorgeous blue eyes threatened to take her in.. when she was able to focus on them. He had a warrior's body. Never mind the scar; even without fur, even with what others might call a fault or a marring feature, the man was just perfect in Desi's eyes. She probably would have been as near to drooling as she was even were he completely hairless, though she doubted he would last long in the harsh Nova Scotia winter had he no hair. The man swung down from his massive steed, and when he stood erect he stood at least a foot taller than she, her nose about even with his steel-plated chest.
When he spoke his name, it rang in her mind like the peal of a sweet, high bell. She found herself hanging over each word so that she very nearly missed the concept of what he was saying so caught in the tone of his voice was she. But she managed to draw herself into the conversation again in time to reply to him without sounding foolish and naive. But only barely. She almost tittered with laughter but caught it in time to quiet it and smile broadly instead, her mismatched eyes peeking up at his with something of a mixture of limitless lust and admiration, but it would be difficult for anyone to tell how much of each was contained in the steady gaze. Pleased to meet you, Saluce. He's mine, the foolish beast. His compliment brought a blush to her cheeks, and then I only just traded one of my pack mates for him. Three bottles of red wine, he cost me, and I begin to wonder who got the better deal.
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Saluce watched matching her fascination with him, for her, noticing her coat and the exotic nature it gave her. He wanted to run a hand along it, wondering if it was as soft as it looked. The behemoth found himself inching closer to her, finding the scent about her intoxicating and he knew, for now he was a goner. No it wasn’t love at first site, but it was indeed lust and it seemed to be thick in the air between the two. He gave her a gentle laugh at the comment about the trade. Knowing in the end she got the better end if she would only be able to control the horse.
“Three bottles of wine for a fine horse? No I say you got the better deal, but then again flashing that cute smile of yours could make any man take any deal you offered.” There he went, with the flirting, he couldn’t help it. The look in her mismatched eyes just made him want to misbehave and it felt good for once to feel himself start to loosen up a bit. He had gone on long enough beating himself up for Layla, he needed to let himself live again.
He moved to ask for her hand then having an idea to maybe cool things off a bit. “Would you like me to show you how to handle him better?” the light in his eyes didn’t die out with a chance to take things on a more hands on fashion. “He’s a headstrong horse, you must be firm with him” he added as he awaited her decision.
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Desi smiled as Saluce laughed at her exaggerated lament about the trade. She knew she had been lucky to only have to trade the three bottles; she thought that J'adore would either ask for more wine right away or would want her to obtain more to continue making payments, but instead the Spaniard had been content with what she had. Still, maybe she would get more, leave it on his doorstep or something, even if it was only a thank you present instead of a payment.
His comment about her smile brought on another smile of the same ilk, as it would likely ever do, for what could one do when teased about their smile but smile all the more? The man moved nearer to her, and she gravitated toward him as well, but they never made contact. Instead, Saluce asked if she wanted to learn to control Fuerte better. Eagerly, perhaps too eagerly, Desi nodded her head, perfectly willing to engage in any activity as long as she could be around her knight a little longer.
At Saluce's comment about being firm with Fuerte, the grullo swung around, ostensibly to get away from Saluce, and Desi laughed. The horse was making all sorts of pathetic noises, trying every way he could to warn her not to let the Dahlian do anything with him, but of course Desi couldn't understand a word of it. With another heated look, the colliewolf grinned. Definitely. I spent the better part of the last three days trying to bond with him nicely, I'm thinking it's about time to try a different tactic.
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He gave her a soft smile as he pulled the lead of Fuerte’s and brought him to her. The horse had settled a bit but the fear was wide in his eyes. Charlemagne just simply stood there in his normal uncaring stance. Nothing seemed to bother that horse, plus Saluce never had to be stern with him either. Again it was a mutual relationship. Finally he gave her the lead to the horse.
“Firstly he should be your partner and friend. I am neither of them; he behaves my commands because I frighten him. You must be firm but have his interest at heart as well” Charlemange seemed to pipe up a bit while Saluce spoke, walking to the frightened horses side, almost as if translating, but Saluce didn’t know nor did he care much. “He’s young, and he wants to run. Maybe you should take him out on long runs, let him feel free while he bonds with you. I bonded with Charlemagne because I saved him from death. You will bond with your horse by doing things he wants to do in order for him to do things you want to do”. It was all bloody boring really. He continued onward, turning his head to see if she was still listening.
All the horse talk had for the moment lessoned the tension between them. He was almost glad but all it took was that smile and a breeze to bring her heavenly scent to his nostrils to awake more primal feelings within him. A man of two worlds he was, civilized but still very much in touch with his baser instincts. Thoughts of having this young filly on all fours flooded his mind but he forced them back at least to keep himself from drawing attention elsewhere. Finally the temptation was too much, he had to know how soft that fur was.
A hand reached over to brush a hand across her cheek “You are too beautiful to be wandering around alone without a stunning young wolf following your every move”
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The woman took Fuerte's lead rope when it was proffered, gaze never drifting from Saluce's face as she listened raptly to his instructions. The stallion danced further behind her, drooping his head over her shoulder. This sole act caused Desi to glance away, partially with worry that the grullo was attempting to take fingers off, but the stallion was being loving, at least a little. She stroked his nose gently, watching the lovely brown eyes shift warily from Charlemagne to Saluce and back again. Saluce was right; Fuerte was scared by him and the huge horse he rode. Occasionally she nodded, signalling understanding of the horseman's words, and she had just looked up when he looked toward her.
She let a smile shine from her face, and just as she did, a breeze played through the longer fur at her mane, elbows, sides, sweeping it forward. She would have to take Fuerte out and let him open his throttle a bit, she decided. It would be good for him and good for them. Perhaps she could ride Fuerte to Dahlia de Mai and back sometimes... Her mind's eye envisioned herself and Saluce, in the barn or wherever he kept that monstrous Charlemagne, on the beach, even riding atop... Wait, would that one even work? Well they could certainly try it and see!
His gentle touch across her cheek stirred her from her thoughts, and between the touch and his compliment that followed, a blush flowed to the surface of her cheeks. He thought she was pretty? You really think so? I don't know of any wolf who's so much as spared a moment's thought to me. She pressed her face softly against his paw, nuzzling her mostly tan snout against his muscled forearm. She wanted to ask him if he would be that wolf following her wherever she went, but she did not know how he would react, and she was afraid that he would simply jump atop his mount and ride off into her sunset, never to return.
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Saluce was firmly in seduction mode, even though it seemed he didn’t have to work too hard. The female in front of him was plainly smitten with him. He hadn’t even asked where she was from yet and here he was initiating contact, and wanting to take her in his powerful arms. But he played it cool, this little lady deserved a bit more effort from him. The behemoth smiled in reaction to her remark, letting his hand rub her cheek with affectionate strokes. With a practiced charm he leaned in and touched noses with her, before giving her a quick kiss across her lovely little maw.
“Then they are fools to not see what is in front of them,” she was beautiful and that was that. She didn’t have to carry predominate wolf traits to evoke a response from his groin. So they were fools, all of them to not see what was before them. On the other hand he wasn’t exactly looking for mate material though. His other hand snaked around her waist, claws running along her fur tracing lines along the skin underneath, as he gave his catch a playful lick across her nose. It had been awhile for him, and he wanted to shake loose his armor, shift and shake loose the bonds of civilization and have a playful romp with her.
“You make me want to take this armor off, shift to all fours and run wild in these woods,” it wasn’t the most charming remark but sometimes he wasn’t as smooth as he wanted to be. This comment though was to gauge her own desires, and it was fitting for one named Desiree.
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Though his comment may not have been delivered with the suavest wording, its all too obvious intent paired with the nuzzles and kisses he dropped along her muzzle made Desi a giddy little thing. The man's actions gave her a funny feeling inside, but it was a good funny feeling. It made her feel more beautiful than she already did, somehow, and it made her want to press herself to him. And as his hand slid upward and down her back, his claws tracing tickling little lines along her sensitive skin beneath all that downy fur, she did just that. Moving forward the tiny bit it took to close the gap, the fur at their legs mingled and she gently kissed the lower edge of his jaw, eyes half-closed as she peered up at him. She had long ago dropped the end of Fuerte's lead, but to her surprise he had not moved far from her. He stood at a tree nearby and grazed, watching his owner with something like annoyance. Wolves were so silly.
His comment evoked a separate reaction, however, or separate in some ways. With a playful glint to her eye, the femme backed out of his embrace, as much as she was loving being in it, and as quickly as she could she shifted downward, to her bulkier but still agile Secui form. She was hoping to get at least a little of a head start on the man before he could catch up with her, or she would have gone on to her Lupus form; if she found a hiding spot she would in fact take that moment to shift on down.
She dropped into a play bow, her tail held high over her back, and a doggish grin on her features, her forelegs splayed wide. Then she dashed off into the forest, seeking a dense place to make herself smaller. He would no doubt find her before long, but could he catch her? Desi did not know, but she was curious to find out what would happen if and when he did. She threw a good-natured taunt over her shoulder: Bet you can't catch me, Saluce!
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Saluce watched her with an amused look as she seemed to melt in his arms. The man looked upon the beautiful lady with lust, and when she pulled away from him it brought a raise eyebrow. Those blues watched with interest as she changed forms, his eyes not missing the beauty her four legged form brought forth. He chuckled softly with her doggish show of energy before bolting off and calling him out to catch her. Saluce almost started to shift himself, the temptation that great before he realized he was carrying all that armor and weight.
The man quickly started stripping it all off with a frenzied pace, his horse giving him an odd look before meandering back towards Dahlia, not wanting to stick around for his riders little unplanned fun time. Finally after several moments, the steel laid on the ground and a four legged beast stood among the pile. The behemoth was quite adept at changing forms, and he stood in his starkly contrasting form, where his optime form was bulky and massive, his lupus form was long legged, and streamlined. Sure the muscle mass was there but hidden well beneath his coat. Saluce’s nose hit the ground picking her scent out and off he went, four legs drumming along the ground looking for his prey.
After some searching he paced around a set of bushes he was sure she was residing, she was a doggish hybrid in a wolf’s world and he would catch her, and afterwards he’d take her. His form tensed and into the bushes he burst into finding her there and hind legs went into action to give him a burst of speed if she decided to dart on him. After all nothing was more intoxicating to a wolf then prey that ran.
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Desi did indeed pause to shift onward to her slimmer, more agile lupus form about as soon as she dropped into the bush. Her sides were heaving, and her tongue rolled out in an effort to cool her body. But she was having more fun than she had had in a long time! She was tense, but it was a good tension, the kind that let you know you were ready to make your next move when it came. Perhaps she wanted to be caught, but she was hoping it would be on her terms, and her muscles were prepared to run.
Saluce caught her off guard, however; she was not expecting him to leap into the bush from behind her. She had been peering out and around a tree, and he had just so happened to circle around it the other way and get the jump on her. She crashed out of the hedge, strands of her fur catching and remaining on the plant. Her tail tucked low to keep it out of reach of Saluce's jaws (for that was one sure-fire way to end the game, you see, if he had grabbed her by the feathery plume), Desi ran flat-out, but one more thing served to get in her way.
The merled girl slipped easily between two trees, but she had unwittingly trapped herself. A thicket, hidden in plain sight, stood before her. And behind, at its mouth, was Saluce, blocking the only way out. She approached the male and nuzzled his neck and upwards to his jaw, rubbing her side along his front. She giggled, still wound up with the adrenaline from their race. Trapped! You win, she observed merrily, her head turned to look at his face.
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The grey behemoth’s jaws snapped and caught air as the pleasant little catch of his darted off into a thicket. It wasn’t really what he wanted to do to chase her, thickets meant thorns and he wasn’t too interested in that. But her scent was just to enticing as he licked his lips stalking his prey. The form of his walked with it’s full assertive height in-between the two trees as he blocked her exit. Blue eyes locked onto hers as she walked up to him, his form still remained at the entrance, thinking this a rouse to slip out on him again. But her affections did however stir his groin even more so. He was behaving much like a young male chasing his first prize but it wasn’t his first, but it was the first one since Layla.
The behemoth simply flashed her a smile at the remark, and as she turned back toward him, his taller frame walked forward to lick at her muzzle and rub his body along her whole side. This ritual that had long ago been engrained in their species and now Saluce honored it by acting along the lines of instinct. Instinct at times was more fun anyways. He circled her with a mischievous grin on his maw before arriving at her backside, his snout poking between her tail and lips, sniffing at her. His long tongue snaked out of his mouth and lapped at that sensitive region getting a taste of her before nipping at the base of her tail playfully.
Finally finished playing with her for now, the great male reared up on his hind legs and settled on top of her, his teeth latching down on the nap of her neck as he thrusted several times before finding her feminine lips, and a growl escaped his lips upon entry.
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Desi was every bit as instinctively familiar with this song and dance as a wolfess far more experienced than she was. But she began to wonder, as the man pulled himself to his full height, if she would not have been better off to have remained shifted, and let what was to happen, happen in that form. The man was as beautiful in his Lupus form as in his Optime, and perhaps more so without the armour in the way of her view of him but he was so large that she wondered if her legs would be strong enough to hold the pair of them up.
The young lady froze as he drew up behind her, her legs nearly shaking from the anticipation of what was to come, and she jumped slightly as his snout and then his tongue made contact in her most private area. At the same time, it felt delicious, and she raised her tail higher out of the way to facilitate his playing, leaning back toward the licking, lapping tongue, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
When he withdrew with a nip to the base of her tail, Desi nearly raised a fuss. She was enjoying that, and he had moved! She was swiftly corrected though as Saluce raised onto his hind legs; she was forced to brace herself quickly as he settled his weight atop her, took hold of the loose skin of her scruff, and began thrusting his hips against hers in an effort to enter her.
When finally he did, it was with a primal growl, and his elicited the same from her. With every thrust she did her level best to meet him halfway, rocking back against his probing member. Soft moans escaped her slightly opened maw every time he penetrated her, and her claws dug into the soft earth beneath them.
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This was exactly what he needed as he growled into her neck, feeling the wondrous feelings of animal lust taking him over for the first time in ages. Normally he didn’t do this, normally he wouldn’t give in so quickly but her willing eyes had done him in just as quickly as thoughts of leaving her to her own fate had been driven from his mind. That maw of his finally let go of its grip and his tongue rolled out to lick upon her ears and neck in an attentive manner of love, liking hearing his partner’s mews and groans while they coupled together.
This form didn’t hold the restraint he kept when he did this act in optime, it was a race to finish and already he felt months of pent of anguish swelling up at the base of his canine prick, swelling his knot to even higher ambitions. A growl left his muzzle as he pumped faster and faster into her feminine heaven leaving him without a sane mind to pull himself out before he knotted her. Soon the knot slipped in sealing the two of them together while he continued to pump away seeking release from the prison he had forced himself into.
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