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The strange child of the Wolfe and Denahlii was at best a waif lost within the realms of his own mind. The voices that spoke to him were interesting ones, and made enormous amounts of sense. But the bleached almost man was not swayed by their luscious temptations or sweet whisperings for behind their honey tones he could sense the deception, the malice waiting to pounce. They knew he would never fall to them but they still insisting on trying, over and over. A being of lesser wit and will may have very well cracked under the strain but Honrin was not a normal male by any means. For the shadows he saw he also saw the lights as well. The counter parts to the shadows. These he followed willingly if they asked something of him for they were pure and well meaning whilst their darker brethren looked on and hissed.
Amber eyes were devoid of any emotion as he watched the sun come up over the sea's horizon and light the valley below. From his high altitude he could see the town that contains both his parent's house and the one that Pandora and he had taken for their own. Ivory pelt ruffled in the summer morning breeze. His submissive sister would not be long in following him up here, she liked to join him on his morning meditation as the sun rose over head. The boy was certain of the path he wanted to take in the pack and had been for as far as he could remember. The child could even remember the conversation his mother had had with the Lady X'yrin all those months ago whilst holding his tiny form, the things his mother had done, but he loved his mother very dearly, in some ways he was like a slave to her whim, coming when she called and doing as she said. He did not judge her for her actions and strove to be like her in as many ways as he could manage despite inheriting his father's quiet manner.
Across his back his quiver was lashed with a length of cloth containing his stained white bow and arrows. He was a hunter as well as any other in this pack and whenever he went hunting always made sure to bring some portion back for his family. Within the base of his leg ear his fang earring glinted in the sun's still weak rays.
Pandora had started to take notice to her changes, she was looking more and more like her mother each day. This pleased her, she much enjoyed her mother’s beauty and felt blessed to share a similar form. She was headed to join her brother as she had many mornings like this. Picking the summer blossoms along the way interchanging them within her wavy hair. She was thinking of her brother as she walked along. Their friendship was changing, something was changing within them and every time she set her eyes upon him her heart fluttered. She was always there for him, always around whether he wanted to be alone or allow her to run her fingers through his fur at night when he seemed to need it.
He was everything to her and she hoped she held a place in his unique world for her. She supported him through everything, never standing against him, adopting everything he believed as her own. She loved her brother deeply as she did with all her siblings but Honrin was special to her. She could see him in the distance his pale form easily spotted in the grass upon his usual perch. She loved their places their sanctuaries that they frequented. She settled on her knees before him her dual toned eyes glancing back and forth between his. She leaned forward and as she always did she hugged him.
Kanyana Ronkyha. She licked his muzzle as her arms embraced him. She held for a moment before settling herself before him in the crossed legged form they had been using since they could shift. As she always did before they began she needed to tell him her day as short as it was their time apart was always a tale of importance to the girl.
Last night I was walking and heard some strange noises in the woods. I thought someone was in trouble… but when I found two of our pack mates they were really enjoying their wrestle. It was a strange game one I don't know… What do you think they were doing brother dear? She didn’t pause often leaving her questions unanswered and continued. Whatever it was it looked like fun. You were sleeping before I could get you and by the time I went back they were gone. She played with the fur upon her leg as she spoke. She settled the bouquet of flowers she collected in front of Honrin. I know you don't like flowers but I think they are pretty. They are for you. She said a bright smile upon her face.
She waited for his voice to arise from his usually closed maw always eager to hear what he had to say. Unlike her siblings she found her brother Honrin so wise, so unique. She didn’t know much about the world outside the pack, outside their family but he seemed to have this intense knowledge she could never understand. Hearing him speak was like reading a tale that had many twists and turns, he was always a surprise always a mystery.
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The buttery orb in the sky that provided them with much warmth and light rose higher and higher in increasing amounts, washing over him like a pale golden ocean. This was his solitude and his silent times before his ever chatty sister came along to share with him the details and moments of her life that she had not spent by his side. He wouldn't miss her morning report for the world though and gladly gave up the silence of the dawn for he beautiful visage and calming tones. She was beautiful as their mother was also beautiful in ways that a lady should be. His mother however was adorned with fearsome scars that made her all the more beautiful for it showed that she had the will and the sheer guts to survive.
She was soon upon him, the lady dressed in black, white grey and brown paints and he offered her a short bow of his head even as she kneeled before him and pulled his form to her own in a physical representation of the bond they shared. His pale arms moved also, torso twisting so that he might envelope her within his embrace and breathe in her summery scent, the words of their mother, of their great and noble ancestors fell easily from his lips as it had always done, it was natural and intended for him to speak this language before any other,
"Kanyana Tingla." A slight smile touched his face but the real emotion was in his eyes, eyes that were usually so dead and emotionless without family to spark up the fire. His eyes were soft and warm, reflecting of the sun that shone down on them both. She pulled back from his form and took to sitting with her legs cross as was their ritual of sorts. His smile remained as she talked and talked to him, he knew better than to try to answer her question before she had finished, he would only be cut off by her non stop tirade. What she described to him, he had seen before, had heard it too and smelt the scents of it. He had seen it of his parents one time when he had returned early for his forgotten quiver of arrows. The male's ears flickered and he suppressed a shiver of longing. He wanted to know what it was like to feel thus so that he made those noises and produced those scents for they had been most exquisite and enjoyable. His eyes flicked over his sister who so resembled their mother and his tail thumped against the earth behind him, he took the flowers from her with a soft smile and a quiet 'thank you' he made a show of arranging them into the long bangs that reached his chin, she would be pleased to see it there,
"If what you describe is what I have seen as well, then I think they were mating." His eyes turned to her and an intense and captivating fury took over them turning them to bright fierce visions of color. The strange boy with his often solemn appearance was for once lit up with a unexplainable passion, even his fur seemed to prickle anxiously. Breath was drawn through nostrils that flared as they exhaled, and this time the shiver down his spine could not be contains and was free to make his fur dance and shimmy slightly.
It made Pandora happy to see her brother accept the flowers and adorn his hair with them. She giggled softly and helped adjust a few, the pair of them flowered like bouquets once she was done. As he spoke again answering her question at a time she was accustomed to she knew his words never came swift. She really liked that, the way they never seemed to clash always both so in sync in their odd way. She tilted her head to the side watching him speak of what she saw with an add brightness. She knew what mating was from some of the creatures she had seen in spring months but what she witness was different. Like it was a type designed for their new forms a more closeness involved and it was intriguing. It was strange the way they mated.
The expression on her face felt instinctual as she lowered her maw slightly and her eyes averted. Pandora was rarely shy but in that moment looking at her brother before her wearing the flowers in his hair, how excited he seemed that morning it was just a reaction she didn’t understand. For once she was without words, uncertain what to say next. Surely she had to say something anything or her brother would think her ill and he wouldn’t want to be around her. Finally Pandora ran her fingers through the grass lightly her cheeks hot beyond what she imagined feeling shy would feel. She plucked a few blades of grass and spoke. I wonder what it feels like. Some creatures seemed so happy to mate others seemed not to give it a second glance. But the beauty and the joy the female she had seen the night before stuck with her. She seemed so happy and from the sounds and giggles it sounded like it felt good. She rose her dual toned eyes to her brother’s and looked at him in a sort of questioning way. But still the words wouldn’t escape her.
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She had to help him as always for he was a boy and as such useless with the trappings of prettiness and artistic flair for design and beauty. His style was more spiritual and lingering than bold and bright, he was just that kind of person, quiet and serene, content to just sit back and watch things drift by him slowly. For all the dominating power that all of his sisters gave him over them never once did he abuse this and use it against them to cause them misery or fear, the very idea was reprehensible to him, abhorred and disgusting. That such people existed in the world that would do such a thing at times filled him with a boiling, writing hatred to hunt them down and tear their souls from their bodies to be devoured by the evil shadows and tormented for all eternity. Dalgina, Pandora and Keldava would always have a friend within him to call their own and their home, a teacher to guide and a friendly ear to listen, for he was their brother and that was his role as guardian of them all.
The usually still male wriggled in a most unusual manner for himself upon the grass he was seated and reached forwards to grasp Pandora's hands as she spoke. Only his family, in particular his sisters and especially Pandora could provoke such sudden movements out of him. The end of his tail danced back and forth within the long stalks of green like a toy being shook by a child. He nodded his head, agreeing with her,
"Yes. But then we are still getting used to these forms we hold. Maybe in a few more moons we will not think it so strange." Ever wise his conclusions were as logical as they were swift coming, his hands returned to himself feeling empty now for the lack of her grip. His eyebrows rose however as his sister fell into silence, where was the chatter? the laughter and noise. He found when she fell quiet that he missed it and would rather forsake the silence for the sound of her voice so happy and carefree. Her actions spoke of nervousness, of shy and peculiar emotions that were not normally associated with himself or shown to himself by her. It was unusual and for once it took Honrin more than a handful of seconds to figure out the answer he desired.
When he did, ivory ears pulled up tall and amber orbs widened, snowy tail stopped thumping for a mere second before returning at double the speed. Slowly moon yellow eyes returned from their widened gaze and he observed her quietly, vision roaming over her colors and markings, she was so exquisite he had always said so to himself,
"I must admit, I am quite curious myself." Slowly the man boy removed the quiver and bow tied at his back and laid it on the grass next to himself, he didn't need it for now. With a contented sigh he laid back on the foliage and rested his arms behind his head, his eyes closed. He knew she wouldn't act when his eyes were upon her so intense and curious but laid back with them closed he struck a particularly submissive pose, less frightening for her.
Pandora’s head tilted to the side when he settled back on the grass. Her stomach wiggling with excitement but she paused unsure of what to do next. Not sure what would be ok with Honrin and what wouldn’t be. Her tail was swapping from side to side from nervousness and excitement alike. The young female reached a hand forth but pulled it back her confusion building higher. She giggled softly. I don’t know what to do. She admitted shyly but remained persistent. She closed her eyes for a moment trying to picture the scene from the night before and gave a slight nod of her head. She opened her eyes and carefully straddled her brother. Is this ok? She asked carefully her soft voice growing nervous, she decided to pretend they were going to sleep. She started to stroke the fur on his chest, usually at his side when she did this it was interesting to start the relaxing act from such a dominant position.
She leaned forward her smaller form resting her maw just below his she lightly started to lick his chin as she usually did. It was not at all what she had seen maybe a softer version as slower version to the vigorous wrestle but it was enough to give her body an unfamiliar delightful warmth. Feeling him below her was fascinating and pleasant. She rubbed his chest further in that spot that usually calmed him so and she shifted slightly to a more comfortable position. She gasped slightly feeling a light tickle below and giggled. This feels nice. She said in a softer oddly huskier tone that seemed to be the result of the tingle in her stomach. She moved again slightly different this time but gained the same result. An odd moan rose in her throat and she tilted her head looking to her brother. Sorry... don't know what that was.
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Before she touched him, before she moved or even though about moving the boy could feel a burning heat rising within the pit of his stomach. A longing yearning feeling, he wanted to join with her, to get inside of her and make her his totally and completely so that no other men could take her away from him. She was his sunshine, his first ray of sun after the long harsh winter and every time he saw her face his world flared from its usual monotone to a world of color and beauty. He yearned to grab her and roll her own and pull her closer, tighter than they had ever been before. The fact that she was his sister didn't even enter int his thoughts and would have been deemed irrelevant had it done. He could hear the soft thump thump of her tail's nervous swaying. His own beat a rhythm against the ground several times as though to reassure her, she was in no danger here, there was nothing to fear from him, ever. To make himself even more submissive and appeasing to her he stretched his head back slightly, fulling showing off his pale ivory throat.
He grinned, still keeping his eyes closed as she expressed her concerns, his rumbling laughter, so like the mountains and deep echoey places came forth to breath softly into the air. "Just relax, breathe deeply. You're safe here." Their meditation area was particularly private, he had made sure of that when he had chosen the area, he liked his solitude. His own attempt to calm her by breathing deeply was roundly cut off when she suddenly straddled him, a grunt of air burst forth from his chest at such an erotic feel, that of her fur and heat against his sheath. The Wolfe boy could feel his heart beginning to truly race now and his breaths quickened,
"Uh. Yes. Mmm that's fine." The boy opened his eyes at last, the amber orbs almost glowing with the intense heat that built up. Rather than staring at her face and into her eyes like he wanted to do instead the man's gaze roamed her chest, taking in the youthful perfection of her, the not quite grown beauty that was slowly bringing curves to her hips and roundness to her bosom. It was very attractive to him for it mirrored his own gender specific changes that were happening, he was filling out and up, well on his way to becoming a literal giant amongst a family of smaller hybrids. His eyes fluttered as she stroked his chest, a soft murring noise bubbling up his throat, at any other times this massage never failed to send him to sleep but now with electricity in the air between them and sparks flying it made him come alive. His fingers twitched impatiently, he wanted to grab hold of her , feel her everywhere, take great handfuls and stroke her from head to toe
More of her smaller form pressed against him as she leaned forwards and he felt the budding breasts she was growing, almost fluid and viscous against his skin. He wanted to hold one within his paw and softly squeeze the globe between his fingers. Her tongue lapped at his muzzle and the man had to beat back urges of tipping them both over and grinding his body against hers, he was the dominant one and wanted to take charge of her but he knew that would likely scare her, so he held back, maybe sometime in the future if she wanted to do this again, he hoped she would and they hadn't even really started yet. He began to pull breaths in through his nose quickly growing to love the intoxicating smells that came from her whilst his fur dragged along her warmth, the soft skin of his sheath also feeling this. A low while filled with longing came from him at her words,
"Yes it does." His ears snapped forwards at the sounds she made, his nostrils flaring from her scents and fingers trembling to touch her. The boy could feel himself starting to harden now and peek cautiously out of its protective sheath. He was still growing and his organ was not at full size yet but it was more than capable of what they wanted to accomplish with it. Several nights he had lain awake in the abbey hungering for her and stroking the resulting hardness until he felt relief and release. He couldn't hold his hands back anymore, he wanted to touch and explode as well. His hands traveled up her thighs, fingers splayed as they searched, sought out the warm place that called to him. At her second moan however, fingers gripped tightly and of their own accord the man's hips jerked upwards, as his hands pulled downwards on her, groaning her name softly as his heated flesh came into contact with her own and was caressed by the soft fur that surrounded her. His jaw trembled and tongue came out to wet a nose that had dried extraordinarily quickly,
"Pandora.. oh that feels... so good." He uttered in between breaths that made his body shudder with want, the voice he used but a whisper to their ears, his eyes drifted closed again as his paws continued their journey, coming to a stop at her waist, threading through the fur there. She was the spiting image of their mother who was also so achingly beautiful, so soft curved and delicious. White rear paws sifted restlessly upon the grass, he wanted more but he wouldn't take it, not until she was ready... ever the caring brother he was. She was his beauty, his passion and rage, his silent and his noise, his birth and his death she would be there, this much he knew. She would be there for him every day with her irresistible siren's song that called to him constantly, leading him towards her.
The feelings that aroused in her belly and the slit between her legs was beyond any joyous pleasure she had felt so far. Better than fresh meat, dancing and even laying awake talking to her brother. This level of closeness, this new way of feeling was like a drug one she would not so easily give up. She wanted more of it like a young addict at the taste of their first high. She grinded just a little harder her moans reacted as gasps the feel started to wriggle in her gut and below. Then she felt a moisture that started to seep through the fur on her belly along Honrin’s penis that seemed to stiffen since they started. She rose up just slightly and glanced down and startled, hopping off him in sudden haste. Had she hurt him? He didn’t seem hurt. Why was it doing that?
I’m sorry, are you ok? Is it… ok? She said pointing a finger to the hardened cock before her. Pandora tore her eyes from it and looked to her brother, worry in her eyes. She didn’t know it was a normal part of their actions and feared she had ruined it. I… I don’t think I should go on top anymore. It feels weird, good but weird. You always pin me when we play… I think it should be the same. Her bi-coloured eyes danced back and forth between her brother’s. Still nervous but her body feeling cold and her throbbing pink slit aching for more attention. She didn’t want to dominate her brother even though he let her it wasn’t her. She didn’t know what would come next or what would happen all she knew was that doing this with him was too good to stop. She grasped his arm and started to pull him toward her.
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