Would you be?

Saluce Tremblay · 01-23-2012, 01:09 AM

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The morning had pretty much come and gone, and anyone that knew better didn’t disturb the two lovers. Saluce himself was asleep, a pleasant smile spread across his lips, as his darling X’y was tucked nicely against him. The sun had rose and had made its trek across the sky already, shining brightly upon his high thrown overhead when he finally started to wake up. Memories of the night before and just how long they had been up slowly streamed into his consciousness. He remembered her coo’s, howls and bellowing growls as it all flashed through his mind, bringing forth a morning condition he always seemed to suffer from.

But their night had ended with exhaustion, the two of them collapsing into each other. Blues slowly stirred open as the sounds of the festival going on without them called to his attention how late in the day it was. When allowed to sleep this late, he rose generally very quickly. Today was a different case entirely though, feathers, and furs strewn all over the place greeted his eyes as he dared not move and disturb the sleeping female next to him. Some memories didn’t come quite easily, he sat idly wondering why there where so many feathers everywhere… He hadn’t killed and ate her bird had he? No couldn’t have. But his eyes spied her hair lying sprawled out along her backside and his chest, and he recalled another hair pulling incident. And that reminded him of another thing, his eyes trailing along his chest spying the healing wounds there and visions of her on top of him sinking her claws into him when he’d had enough of being denied until forced to comply with her wishes.

He felt as if he had had a bad drinking binge, memories seemed to come and go, but at least this binge was a good one, not the bad kind of black out that meant someone was pissed at him. But even equating it to that seemed wrong since he had behaved and not drank any the night previous. Then the smell hit his nose and he could only sheepishly grin at how the reeked of each other. What a night, as everything seemed to filter in to form a cohesive picture. A hand found its way into her hair, running his claws through it, hoping to gently wake his queen.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-23-2012, 01:22 PM

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It was later in the day when she was finally able to wake. She needn’t have the light filter through their tent to know it, but felt it by her internal clock, the compelling strain on her muscles to rise and greet the day though it was long past the morning. Rather than oblige the call of the day, she sank deeper into their bed of furs and lowered her ears flat against her skull to mute the sounds of activity just beyond the thin hide of the tent.

She was too exhausted to get up just yet. Even the thought of having to prepare the shops made her body ache, the muscles she would have to use protesting after last night’s (and this early morning’s) strenuous activity. Just a little more rest would be nice… perhaps another hour before she was made to wear the civil garb and attempt to trade off her wares. But try as she may to cling to the furs, she was inevitably forced to awaken by the gentle ministrations of delicate claws through her wild mane. The braid had unraveled itself during the night, dislodging her decorative feathers and scattering them along the floor and was left to tangle around her back and shoulders. It was a wonder only a few strands were ripped out rather than clumps of the mass at a time with the possessive hold her mate had had on her. Her head was still smarting… but not as much as other areas that need not be mentioned.

As he combed through her mane to wake her, she sluggishly reached up to take his busied hand missing several times before fur begot fur and his digits were awkwardly intertwined with her own. “Nooo…” she whined pitifully, buried her muzzle deeper into the furs. “Just a little longer... Isn’t it still morning?” She did not care if that was the case, she just wanted an excuse to linger a little longer in their bed. Surely he, who slept like the dead, would be able to understand…

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-23-2012, 01:35 PM

Her slow movements and her ears gave her away as she started to wake. He looked upon the display with a smirk across his face. For once he was the one wide awake and she was the one struggling to go back to sleep. A long yawn escaped his maw as sleep quickly started to drift from him. Their hands intertwined he simply smile as she spoke, obviously not wanting to get up and greet what was left of the day. Saluce didn’t speak though, her features burying themselves deeper into the furs.

His hand slowly left her digits to roam across her form, grabbing a hold of her along her sides and rolling her on top of him, furs and all as he let out a small chuckle. The act was a gentle one, not meant to be mean or to shock her awake but if she wanted to spend the day in bed then he wanted her form firmly planted against his.

“It’s noon, I think” he replied in a soft whisper, licking an ear tenderly. The day was going on just fine without them, there shouldn’t be any need for them to be in any hurry to leave their tent and socialize. Especially after the night they had. His muscles where sore, he was sore almost all over from their little romp. But it was a good sore, and he was hoping they would get to have more episodes like that while the festival went on .

X'yrin Exultare · 01-24-2012, 12:47 PM

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Disturbed from her comfortable bed, the woman released a very unbecoming groan of protest as her once warm body was forced into the chilly air… then back down against warmth again. Couldn’t it have just been simpler for him to lay down with her instead of these theatrics? However, she was certainly not about to complain… not with a pelt of handsome fur as her bedding and an internal supply of pleasant heat seeping through their joined fur to keep off the cold.

She dreaded knowing the time of day and compliantly whined pitifully at the complete loss of the morning. She knew better than to waste precious time and resource like this. If they were in Ichika, she would have been up well before the sun to complete her rounds. This extensive bout of laziness was inexcusable. But it was so warm here in bed, she mentally protested, curling against the broad physique of her mate while aimlessly reaching around for a pelt to blanket them. Could she really be looked down on for trying to steal away these rare and loving moments experienced with her mate? If it was some other understanding body than herself then perhaps not. Unfortunately the Nomad was ruled by a rational mind to a fault which often (and at times like these) drove her mad. As much as she wanted to, she could not sleep the day away when she and the male beneath her represented the strong front of their pack. How would it look if the pair just remained as they were, lazy and content, sleeping the day away?

With a muzzle encompassed by fur the she-wolf growled, attempting to force her head up with great reluctance. It did not help that her beloved was favoring her ear, inciting a chill to run the length of her spine in pleasure. Aimlessly, she attempted to bat his tender muzzle away but pawed only at air. “Please no…” she pouted, forcing her head to rise as well as her sluggish front. A cascade of red tresses and still woven feathers came spilling down her shoulders and over her eyes placing an unearthly tinge upon her visible world and staining the hues of grey of her mate’s chest. Her posture was anything but poised, haphazardly slumped over as she attempted to keep herself upright by effort of her own defiant spine. It too wanted to be lazy and lay down flat and rest after all the curving and writhing it was forced to endure.

X’yrin hadn’t even remembered speaking until she forced her delicately hanging maw closed with an audible snap, just to reopen it again. “Don’t do that…” she whined with voice still laden with fatigue. “If you start that again, then we will never leave this tent and nothing will be sold today.” An ear perked up attentively. “Or worse…” At the thought of the shop, she was reminded of the large shire hopefully still tethered to the cart. “No one will watch Charlemagne… and he might get loose.” With the female horses being paraded around for show and sell, it would have been a disaster of a burden beast of that size got loose and had his way around the festival…

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-24-2012, 02:04 PM

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Her body seemed to be fighting the urge to wake, even as she swatted at him and missed badly. She was misreading his actions he felt, he was way too sore and tired to even think of going another round today, not after last night. And then she was up just as if she was back at home in the morning, her body surging forward but even that was dulled by what had went on last night. He watched her amused, knowing she was tired, and knowing she was too stubborn to sit in the tent much longer.

And then came her reasoning just as it always did, and he wasn’t worried. Charlemange getting loose was almost to be expected, poor lad had suffered to long without the feeling of a mare underneath him. But he guessed that could present some problems in the end. Her stirring body unknowingly started teasing a certain region around his groin and he shuddered suddenly, feeling the sore dull throbbing pain worsen. God had they really gone at it all night long? The night had just started when they were dancing, and he couldn’t remember when they finally calmed down and went to sleep.

After he was aware of his predicament in that area, his hands came to wipe away strands of red from her face. “I slept well and still feel like my body is laden with bricks.” He remarked quietly, wanting nothing more than to sit here as long as possible and hold her. But once she had made her mind up he knew he wouldn’t be able to tempt her back under the covers, he gave her one final protesting whimper, before sighing quite loudly. “Alright then, there’s no changing your mind about staying in the tent.” He remarked as his body slowly started to stir, finding various parts of his body throbbing and sore, and sharp pains along his back. He felt like he had been attacked by some big cat. But it was just the consequences of being mated to someone his match physically, and as demanding a partner in bed as he was.

With her slowly rolling off him, he was free to sit up and survey the damage, doing so brought a quick intake of air as pain fired along neurons, centering around his chest and back. As he sat up he felt something sticking to his back, and he could only imagine what had happened, in their stupor she could have cut him open and he would have still be been bleeding when they finally fell asleep.

“Um just bad did we get last night?” like he didn’t know the answer.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-24-2012, 02:47 PM

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Once her mind had been made up to get up, there was no reason for her to go against the pull into the waking world. Slouched and audible though she was, her mind was still very much trapped in the dreaming realm until it was jarred to the present by movement beneath her. Compliantly the female rolled off her mate and onto all fours on their bed. The scent of their combined musk was heavy drenched on them, causing her nose to wrinkle and head to momentarily spine by the heady waft as it struck her nose.

But that was not all that hit her delicate sense violently. It was a coppery scent better associated with the life force that drove living beings to move. It had grown stale doing the night, but was every much there. From the ground, she looked up at her mate and the fur that clung uncomfortably to his back, adhered by the drying crimson stain. She stopped herself before she could ask what happened, mainly because the answer was obvious and stained the tips of her claws with drying red. And the fool couldn’t have sounded more oblivious.

“What do you think happened?” she groaned irritably, more at so at the stained pelt than his pained expression. She had taken great care in skinning that hide and now it was ruined with blood. Unlikely a simple dip in the river would remove that deeply set of a stain. Roughly, she took one of his unraveling braids in a vengeful grasp and pulled his face forward as she balanced on her remaining three limbs. “You ruined our pelt…” she pouted in the midst of her scolding him. Even if her claws were the ones that made the initial damage, he was the one that bled over their comfortable furs. “Killing an elk that big was a chore… and it’s doubtful there will be another bull roaming around this season.” So than stating a natural fact, her measured tone ascended with a subtle inflexion, eluding to a task of compensation for messing their blanket. “…and someone has to set and mind the shop…”

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-24-2012, 03:14 PM

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Her mood seemed to be foul as he was shaken violent by her paw, which seemed to grab an exposed braided strand and then proceeded to yank him forward. It wasn’t the jerk that caused another sharp intake of air, or his hair being pulled, but the pelt irritating the wounds he didn’t register having until now. Blues looked at her even though he really just wanted to rip off whatever it was sticking to him, and deal with the consequences as they were. He gave her credit for her reaction, admiring the speed and strength she had struck out at him with but he also wanted her tender and gentle paws to help him out with the problem he had.

“Ill open the shop if you get water for Charlemagne, but first, please please please, get this thing off my back. I’ll have to remember to wear my armor next time we stay up so late” he said in gest even though his face showed no stupid grin. What had been a wonderful evening had turned into something alien to him, half of him had expected her to just curl back up into his arms and fall back asleep so they could enjoy it. But they did have responsibilities to keep, and as much fun as the previous night had been they still needed to get busy.

It didn’t occur to him that he was forgetting something very important though, something he should have done a long time ago. His mind slowly wrapped around what had led to the night activities and his blues looked back at her with a gentle smile. Even in his current state, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at her. Not when he had more plans for his stunning mate later in the day.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-24-2012, 05:39 PM

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While compromising was her forfeit, the exhausted female was less than willing to oblige his exchange in tending to his horse but proved herself merciful by releasing his mane. As much as she would have liked to vent her frustrations into him for tainting their bedding, she felt the punishment he was forced to endure now was enough.

But he made a pitiful sight with his muzzle scrunched in pain, wanting to be freed from his uncomfortable imprisonment. And despite her being upset, she couldn’t leave him suffering to death by clinging blanket. Inevitably she sighed in defeat then crawled on her knees to get around to his back to assess how bad he was attached to the pelt. With the duration of the night for the blood to cement the contrasting furs together, it went without saying that his detachment wouldn’t be without a little pain. She gave the elk hide an experimental tug to test its solidity then brought a claw just beneath his shoulder blade to tease the bonded fur and hide. She clicked her tongue and hummed thoughtfully, drawing herself closer to his back then settled on her folded knees.

“Next time do not try to deny me,” she countered his jest with a matter-of-fact. “And it’s doubtful that even your armor would be able to protect you. Try and hold still…” X’yrin placed a hand over his shoulder to gently urge him forward while she held the opposing hide apart from his back. There was no clear way to detach him other than to rip the elk skin off as fast and effectively as possible, but such a way meant causing him considerably more pain (a tactic she was favoring if only to teach him a lesson about bleeding all over their bedding). But while the thought crossed her mind to deal the damage and be done with her, she simply couldn’t bring any harm to him… intentionally. It would be a long, tedious process, but if it would spare the pain of reopened wounds, she would do it.

Once more she sighed, already scolding herself for prolonging their start to the day, then lowered her muzzle to the bonded fur and unfurled her tongue to work it loose. “I hope you weren’t expected by customers today,” she mumbled around a mouthful of fur then took several more licks of the bloodied and musk scented fur. When the worked fur was malleable enough to move, she gently pried the wet section apart until it was caught by another clump of combined fur. There too, she lowered her muzzle to coax it loose and continued from there while gently easing her mate forward.

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-24-2012, 06:20 PM

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A bemused grin spread across his face, while the scars along his back reflected his own teasing of her, the cuts on his chest though described a totally different story. He could remember vividly her riding him, and yet her teasing and tormenting him just the same, and when he had moved to end it she had racked him across the chest. Oh he loved how she was putting this all on him like she wasn’t just as guilty as he was. Her gentle tongue was working well to detach him from the fur, and the touch had a positive effect on the slightly reddened flesh along her claw marks. Each gentle little pull brought a sense of release as the pelt was detangled from him.

“OH so this is all my fault, well I didn’t seem to hear you complaining last night, and I do remember you getting in on the action of denying me as well,” he said with a bit of humor in it. While she seemed to have gotten away without any significant damage other than maybe her ability to walk without waddling around, he would bare these marks until the healed. It was after all the price of admission, while she may not have outwardly looked the type to even consider such a thing, he knew better. Once her distractions seemed to be finished he didn’t move from his spot, only his head turned toward the woman who he’d make his wife one of these days if he’d ever propose to her, to gaze at her. The reeked of the previous night’s activities, they both where in need of a bath and he had a growing idea in his mind of how they could help… each other out.

“No I planned on having nothing to do today other than spend time with you,” he remarked as his tongue greeted the top of her head and began cleaning the fur there. “So I don’t suppose you still…” he said in-between licks “want to hold onto the idea” again pausing to lick “of doing work today”. He left it open for her to figure out exactly what he meant. He wanted some time to spend with her, without the worry that plagued them back home the past few months.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-24-2012, 06:41 PM

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She had been attempting to play nice while tending to his embarrassing predicament, by not bringing too much attention to the less than innocent acts that took place the night before, as well as keeping the blame on him instead of her. But it wasn’t to be, she noted by the amusement in his voice. She rolled her eyes while taking another rasp at his wounded back then without warning ripping the pelt from the last clump of tangled fur. “Oops…” she feigned innocence, lacking regret on her face. If anything it would have stung a little since the majority of the work had been done with a kind tongue. But hopefully the message had gotten through the cluster of pain receptors; they were not going to speak about her actions.

Looking down at the bloody splotch on the dark colored hide saddened her only a bit. It was completely ruined as she had thought, but it still meant and great deal of cleaning if they wanted to use it without a grand spot of blood staring back at them. But in the end, it was only an animal skin and could be replaced; no sense in making an ordeal out of something insignificant. She gathered the hide in partial folds to set it away for later, but stopped when she felt his tongue caress her crown and leaned into the touch instinctively.

She smiled as he attempted to persuade her to make this day and day of leisure now that he was free and there were no appointments to keep. Oh, he was really tempting her now with the idea of making the day a lazy one even though her mind just wouldn’t let her without considerable resistance. It wasn’t as though she had any appointments to keep either. After her request from Ulilohi was fulfilled she was free until another one came along. But then she thought of the furs that needed to be sold, the copper and weapons that needed to be traded off. The DEALS they could have been missing… But in the end it was just more work made out for themselves. Would a day of relaxation really hurt them?

…damn him and his persuasive tongue.

“Fine,” she grumbled though had a smile on her face as she leaned her head against his back. “But you are getting water for that devil horse of yours. I’m not exactly fit to walk at the moment because of you…” And that too was said with a smile.

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-24-2012, 07:54 PM

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He smirked, gracing her pleasant face with a gentle lick. If there had been anything at all for them to have to do he knew she wouldn’t have let him out of it and they would have been out and about doing what they were here to do. But in a twist of fate, he had been hoping they could use this time to spend some carefree time together as well. But for now the cleaning would have to wait, but he’d have her clean his wounds before the day was out. The behemoth slowly started up on two legs, bones , muscle and sinew popping and stretching the soreness until it was bearable enough to take a slow step.

“Alright well let me get him some water and fed real quick then, and then we can continue our day.” The wording was used specifically, the male was possessive, today he wanted no other distraction between them other than what they were currently doing out of fun. But what needed to be done was only in the way of that, so he left his mate behind, making sure to close the tent quickly so no one could see her condition. Again they valued their privacy even if he carried her loving wounds.

It didn’t take long to feed and water Charlemagne, all the while he got curious looks from their neighbors who had most likely been woken up at various points in the night. There was no real hiding what had gone on but even when asked he didn’t answer. One especially curious fellow, with black fur stood looking aghast before moving on to whatever bullshit he was doing. It was all a part of it, if the dancing hadn’t been enough to show his dominance, then last night should have been a resounding reaffirmation of it as well. But he couldn’t lie about it, what had started out as a means to display his dominance and his ownership of her, had ended with something more that he couldn’t shake from him. It was with this thought in mind that he stopped at his cart. While she had been gone he had procured something without her knowledge. He had traded an unfinished dagger for it, his skills at trading well polished… in hand he found himself weaving through the crowd once again.

His entrance back into the tent was quick, but he stood before his queen with a smile on his face.
“Remember when we talked a little bit about our beliefs?” he asked. “I would like to explain to you the concept of marriage in my culture. It’s sort of like being mates but the level of commitment is un-breaking. My mother described it as when a boy decides to become a man and dedicate himself eternally to his wife.” He explained.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-24-2012, 08:32 PM

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It was surprising that she didn’t get as much of a confrontation out of him when she refused to tend to his horse. Perhaps a little more teasing behind he eventually gave in and spared her from forcing her aching body to move. Pain and aching were physical elements she could endure, but today she didn’t want to wear and brave face and act like her body wasn’t sore. Just as he had selfishly craved her attention when he was wrecked with sickness, so did she want to be catered to this day if they were just going to hide away in the tent for what was left of it.

She chuckled as he forced herself to stand as his body made sounds of protest then slipped from the tent to tend to his animal. Left alone, she was tempted to dive back into the pile of furs and steal away whatever warmth she could. If they were going to be lazy, then she wanted to be warm in doing so. No doubt if her Shepard could see her, he would be wearing a smile of amusement while chiding her that this was no way for a warrior to spend her time. Mentally, she whined against the would-be advise of her father, giggling puppishly as she moved around the tent to collect and fold their scattered bedding furs. She kept the larger of the pelts on the ground to keep the snow underneath from seeping in then made a neat stack of their bedding in the corner keeping the area of the tent relatively free, except for the feathers still strung across their deer skinned floor.

While in the middle of cleaning, she felt a very natural urge come over her, encouraging that she change her form to better suit her body’s needs. She hadn’t left the tent for but a moment to answer nature’s call, literally darting her way through their neighbors tents in the hopes to avoid their judgmental stares. Not all of them could be avoided, but those that made eye contact were given a kind smile and hurried wag of her tail, no doubt shocking the few that had heard the ruckus this gently portrayed female could make. She did not stop to talk or make an empty apology, just hurried back into their makeshift den before she was missed and returned to her more complimenting form.

Though her rear still smarted, she was able to rest on it without too much pain at least long enough to wait before her handsome mate returned. She rolled to her hands and knees with tail waving excitedly behind her. Whatever rank she carried above him mattered nigh when it came to her affections for him. She could act however she wished and would not be chastised for it. She could wallow, sulk, complain, act like a child and still be loved just the same by him. To be free of those constraints brought on by rank gave her a reprieve few would know. Because with him, she could be as she wanted to and they would still love each other the same.

When he returned, she crawled over to greet him on all fours, then raised herself to balance on her knees and nuzzled his stomach affectionately. Mention their beliefs paused her loving attention but was replaced with a keen interest for what he wanted to share. Marriage was a word just as strange to her as ‘Nomad’ was to most anyone she came across. But it sounded like a grand moment, from what she could grasp. An unbreakable commitment from a man to his mate…or in this case, his wife. “It is… a bond between mates,” she tried to grasp. “But more than that?”

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-24-2012, 08:49 PM

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Her hug was well welcomed but he did well to keep the object hidden behind him without raising to much suspicion. He was beginning to thank himself inwardly for starting this conversation, because if he had just proposed to her she wouldn’t have understood the gravity of it. He smiled down at her for a moment looking over her wild hair and pausing a moment before continuing his explanation.

“The concept of marriage comes from humanity. From what I’m told they lost their connection to their primal feelings, lost a bit of what they were. But they were a species that tended to mate for life as we do. What the difference is, while we each consider each other mates, it wouldn’t be an official proclamation of my love and affection for you without asking you to be my wife.” He paused a moment as he slipped back down to her level, on his knees giving her a gentle kiss across her nose.

“A human male would typically buy an expensive ring, get down on one knee and ask the woman he wanted to marry for her hand in marriage. Then if she agreed they would plan the marriage. After a ceremony they were considered one and the bond then was cemented as permanent. “ the last bit was left to hang on her. He wanted to propose to her but wanted her to know what exactly he was about to ask, the gravity of it. Not many wolves that he knew of followed this tradition, and while they were firmly entrenched together, if he was to be any kind of man he needed to do this for her, so she knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-24-2012, 09:08 PM

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Once he lowered himself to the ground to be level with her, she carefully settled down on folded knees to make herself comfortable during what he wanted to teach her. She could only listen as he spoke and try to grasp this very human, very strange concept. When permanent mating had been a strange enough concept to understand, the ideals of marriage were not too far behind. But it was something new that she wanted to learn about not only because of genuine interest, but because it was something important to her mate and he wanted to share it with her.

She smiled as he kissed her nose continuing his valued lesson. All the while she continued to wrap her head around the idea over and over until a light of understanding finally lit her eyes as she looked into his impassioned blues. “The male would ask the female to be permanently bonded to him?” she sounded each word carefully as if to assure herself that she understood what she was asking. “And if she…agreed…”

If ever there was a moment she felt ashamed from her ignorance, it was then when the light of understanding finally dawned on her. Her ears stood on end and the whole of her body shot upright. The claws patiently placed in her lap suddenly grabbed at her knees nearly digging her claws into them as the realization and shock spread throughout her body, infiltrating every nerve and vein and caused her heart to hammer against her chest. There was a reason why he was telling her this, trying to get her to understand the human ways he was raised with. He wanted to ask her… that must have been it. He was already on his knees just as the human male would have done, and he was explaining this all with the ‘female’ being the one with the power to agree. He intended to ask her… he was going to ask her..

“Saluce…are you…?”

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-24-2012, 09:23 PM

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He watched her reactions, and then it seemed to happen right before his eyes he could see the signs of realization hit her face. Her body seemed to react as she tensed up and all the while he kept his smile, letting this build up in her, so she could experience the full effect. Finally she vocalized what he was hoping she had come to the conclusion. For all his dominance and shows of aggression, it all didn’t matter at all because once asked she would have the power to say yes or no. Maybe humans had a flawed view of it but he was seeing very clearly. The look she had given him the night before when they had finished dancing had finally penetrated his skin enough to make him do this. It was time, it had been way over do, but he nodded with a nervous grin.

A paw searched out for one of her clasped hands upon her knee, grabbing a hold and bringing it to him so he could tenderly give it a lick of affection. Again if she understood how such an act seemed to go against his being she would hopefully understand the gravity of it. Saluce never asked for anything, they had given themselves to each other already but this was something much deeper, once he asked and if she accepted and they married, he was in this relationship for good or bad, even if he couldn’t stand being in Ichika, he’d stay because of his duty to her.

“X’yrin, there isn’t much between us that we don’t share already, you are as much a part of me as I am you, but I’ve felt the need to take this one last step. For me, if I marry you, there is no backing out, no matter how unhappy I am in Ichika, richer, poorer, sickness anything, so I ask you,” his hand that was hidden behind his back finally moved to show her the collar he had traded for. The fabric was made of silk and cotton, with blue, red and burnt orange jewels that lined it. “Will you marry me?”

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-24-2012, 09:54 PM

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His paw clasped hers and she intertwined their fingers habitually. As her excitement built, she inched closer to him and placed her other paw on top of their joined ones. She didn’t know what to think or what to do other than search his face for indication of the words he meant to say. The building was insatiable, soaring her happiness to new, unbelievably conceivable heights. Her tail was a frantic blur sweeping behind her until she force it to curl beneath her leg in a try to ease her show of enthusiasm.

But what control she sought to regain became unnecessary as he revealed what was hidden behind his back with a nervous smile. Her tail ceased its movements as she looked down at the collar in awe, her eyes captivated by the careful work of its embroidery and the jewels that covered its length. Extravagancies like this she had never seen a purpose for, but this was one circumstance in which she looked at the jewel laden piece with understanding. It was not only an adornment, but a sign of the bond that they shared, a permanent promise entrusted to each other. And it was his show of love for her and the promise that he would never leave regardless of whatever obstacles they were forced to endure. For better or worse.

“I will.” At last she breathed, softly exhaling as she leaned in to embrace her mate. Her arms encircled his shoulders as she pulled herself to encompass him fully with her parts parting to wrap around his waist as she settled in his lap. “I will marry you…” she said again, holding him tightly as her muzzle came to rest just beneath his jaw. “I will be your wife, Saluce… my ompre… my love. Yours and yours alone, if you would be mine.”

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Saluce Tremblay · 01-24-2012, 10:26 PM

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Her surging emotion hung on him, the silence between them after asked was almost too much for him to bear. But soon her body seemed to move on its own accord as she spoke the words he was sure he would hear but doubt had crept in enough to second guess the outcome. His ears instantly rose to perk high atop his head. Blues looked on her and if a canine could cry, the brute wouldn’t have been able to keep a tear from sliding down along his cheek. But in order for his arms to encircle her waist there was one thing he needed to do first.

“My golden queen, I will be your husband.” He kissed her across her maw, letting soft gentle licks grace her maw before he stirred under her. Those hands gentle unclasped her collar, and reached up to let it slip around her neck. Finally he clasped it letting it fit snug but not too tight. He smiled as his blues gazed upon how well the colors matched her fur. His tail had been quite still behind him but now it seemed to be swiping wide swaths behind him, his hands traveled down her very well know form, and wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him.

His tounge once again going to work, showering her with kisses and excited yips. His voice erupted in a jubilant mix of howl and yip as he proclaimed

“I love you.”

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