[M] Things to make it all better.

Jiva Takekuro · 05-29-2012, 05:13 PM

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He liked it when she was close by and it was no exception when she came to look at the photograph of a family long dead. She spoke her mind and he looked at her. He nodded, he had to agree with her they were probably the previous owners. They were so strange looking with flat faces and long fur on their head, but from the look of it nothing on the rest of them. They wore clothes too but he didn’t mention to her that was what clothes looked like.

“How could they live with such little fur, or do you think their fur was so fine that it can’t be seen very well? That does look like skin.”

He had seen a baby pigeon chick before when his father showed him. It was just as pink as these people were even in the faded old picture.... well ok not so much pink in the picture but that’s what he was imagining. He set it down when he saw her shivering, getting the same feeling himself he followed behind her, but looked over at an old bookcase. He flipped through one. It was handwriting and something he couldn’t read at all. The words must have been in a different language or writing style than he was use to. He slipped the book back in and took another one out. This one had a picture much like the one he had just shown Palaydrian. It had two people on it and they held each other together. This he thought was a provocative way. He tilted his head, but at the sound of Palaydrian’s voice the book was forgotten as he put it down and went to where she was. At the sight he grinned.

“Now this IS a find! I have had some of this stuff. I was told as long as the bottles aren’t broken and they are sealed they are good, even better the longer they are around. I had some. It’s really strong, shall we try?”

The bottles looked only different in coloration than that of the ones he drank, but he knew it was booze and he had had some with another acquaintance he had met before. He held his hand out and grabbed two of them and showing her them. He wanted her to choose though. He didn’t know what was inside them each was probably a tasty surprise but he knew when he had the alcohol the last time. It was delicious.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 05-29-2012, 06:03 PM

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White wine it is! Smile

Drin shrugged, not having fur was something she couldn’t imagine. Without it, she would feel naked. She did know a few canines who insisted on wearing different types of fabrics though, she snorted...the thought was preposterous to her, but that was mostly due to her upbringing. She wasn’t sure what to make of the figures in the drawing, but she knew the room was starting to feel darker and creepier the longer she stared at the frame. It was almost as if they could jump off the paper and chase the intruders out, but she knew she had to clear her mind of such thoughts.

While Jiva busied himself with the bookshelf, Palaydrian had gotten lost in curiosity in what used to be the kitchen. Now a dusty hole of what it used to be, her left hand caressed the glass bottles in the rack. A few of the bottles looked to be empty, but there at least 4 or 5 that had some sort of liquid inside. She took one off the shelving and tilted in the light to watch the liquid slosh back and forth. It seemed to be see through and light and without any particles floating around.

She put it back as Jiva arrived and she smiled when he praised her sleuthing. We drink it? She asked, slightly incredulous. Why would they want to drink something that looked like it had been here for ages? But the man seemed excited and if he’d done it before, surely there was no harm in doing it again. That one, Drin said pointing to the bottle she had been holding before that he had just so happened to pull off the rack. But how do we open in? She fingered the end of the bottle, turning her questioning eyes to Jiva in the silver light.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 05-31-2012, 05:14 PM

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Drin had a very good question and he looked at the glass bottle with his head tilted. He looked at the top in which a cork lay sealing it, but other than that it was entirely made of glass and if broken they could lose all the drink inside.

“Well perhaps... we get this off I think.”

He had never actually opened a bottle of wine before. It wasn’t something he was use to, so taking the cork he tried pulling. Grunting a little he pulled again and even gave it a little twist. Growling a little in frustration they young man bit into the cork with his teeth. THey sank into it and he knew he’d either pull his teeth out or pull open the bottle. He knew it would be the latter as he pulled on it sideways. He heard a “pop” and then foam came flying out of the bottle, catching him in the nose. He tried to plug the hole with his hand, but that too got wet. He feared he had lost all that was inside the bottle, but upon looking it just seemed like there was more that came out that actually did. He looked at Palaydrian and smiled sheepishly.

“Ladies first or should I try to make sure it’s not poisoned?”

He gave a wink now holding up the uncorked bottle, ready to be drank right away. The scent was strong and tickled his nose a little. It didn’t burn like the drink that he and the one man... oh he couldn’t remember his name.... had. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed a little. It smelled good, but there was also a very strong scent of alcohol in it and he knew that it wouldn’t be too hard to get disoriented with this, he looked over at the woman and smiled.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 05-31-2012, 05:58 PM

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The golden fae had no experience with alcoholic beverages. The closest she’d come to imbibing something that would have had effects on her brain, were some of the teas Syliat had made for her when she contracted what her grandmother had called “shift fever” a week before her actual change. The infusion the demon wolf made had been soothing both physically and mentally and quite often put the pup asleep after a few sips. Her mother had assured her that it was for her own good, and it was to help keep her fever down. Drin had always had a strange fear of having her blood boil from that point on. Not that it was truly possible, but when she was experiencing Luperci for the first time, the child thought she was on fire.

The pretty girl watched Jiva grasp the bottle tightly in his hands. She could see he was fiddling with the plug at the end, she wasn’t sure what it was called, and witnessed that he was having some difficulty. A playful smile was building from the corner of her lips, watching him struggle was quite comical especially when his fangs lodged in the end. She covered her mouth with her left hand to hide the smile gone full grin, but just as her arm was moving up a “pop” noise erupted into the rundown house. The sudden sound startled her and her ears lay flat against her wavy locks as she grabbed for Jiva with her free hand, but she straightened up with a giggle and a slight blush. Sorry, she murmured, withdrawing her hand from its wild grab at the red male and gently cleared her throat as his hand clamped the top of the relic.

When the coast was clear and it seemed the bottle wouldn’t spew out the contents, Jiva offered her the bottle. Still a little unsure as to whether or not this was a good idea, Drin gently placed her wind chime down on a dusty table in the room and slowly relieved the mohawked male of his “burden”. Her nose gently sniffed at the slim lid of the bottle and crinkled with an abrupt sneeze. I’ve never smelled anything like it, she said in a fascinated voice before she tentatively put her mouth to the lid and cautiously tilted it back. Sweet fire ripped across her tongue as soon as the wine touched her tastebuds. Her ocean eyes widened with surprise but as she lowered the bottle they softened to pleasure. The burning sensation continued down her throat and into her belly. Wow! Whatever that was....it...it tasted good, she said as she wiped the back of her paw against her mouth and offered the bottle to JIva.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-03-2012, 11:40 AM

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He grinned at her trying to save him from the scary bottle and he winked at her when she apologized. He would have reacted exactly the same way if it had been her who had been in his position. His arms were covered in the wet stuff and so was a bit of his nose, but it was worth the laugh he got out of it. He watched as she apprehensively took the bottle and sniffed its contents. Yes it was a strange smell, one he never smelled except for in another of these bottles. He nodded at her comment agreeing with her. He watched her intently as she put the bottle up to her mouth and slowly tilted it up to get a sip. He couldn’t help but laugh at her expression of the taste in her mouth, but it seemed she took it pleasurably after she finished. He took the bottle and winked at her a little.

“It’s strong but it makes you feel good too.”

He said and took a small swig of his own, though nearly choking himself. It was far different tasting than that of the drink he had when he was in Halifax. In fact it was much more bitter tasting, yet still had that alcohol taste. He coughed a few times after pulling the bottle out of his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Wow! Well that is certainly different from my last experience, but it is pretty good!”

He took another small swig of the drink before handing it to the woman again. The effects of it almost seemed instantaneous, though he still had power over his thoughts he could feel the lightheadedness he had the last time he did something like this, but it was a good kind and he wanted to continue it.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 06-05-2012, 11:11 AM

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Drin is a lushy puppy and apparently highly affectionate while intoxicated!

A lovely warm and heavy sensation was beginning to seep its way up Palaydrian’s legs. It felt as if weights had been tied around her ankles, but the feeling was far from unpleasant. She felt her inhibitions falling away and was beginning to feel saucy as if she was in heat again. A part of her brain tried to hold onto the safe familiarity of being chaste and pure, but the majority wanted nothing more than to throw Jiva down on the kitchen floor and see what would happen next. Her palms were beginning to sweat and she was starting to feel grabby so her left hand tangled in her hair and the right gripped the smooth outside of the bottle the male handed to her.

Thanksss, she slurred out with a grin before knocking the bottle back and this time taking deeper swallows of the burning liquid inside. Now the warming sensation had reached her cheeks and she felt as if the tips of her ears were on fire, but everything about it felt amazing. She’d never experienced anything like this before, especially the driving want for the male accompanying her. She placed the bottle down on the table before looking up at Jiva with a mysterious sparkle in her eyes. Her left hand fell away from her endless waves of golden hair and tentatively reached for Jiva before it was followed by her right.

The golden fae managed to loosely wrap her arms around the man’s waist before she fell into his chest. If alcohol hadn’t been coursing through her brain she would have been blushing and would have immediately withdrawn for fear of being too forward, but Drin only looked up at Jiva with a smile on her lips. You know... she paused to let out a soft chuckle, Ayyye....never thhhanked you, for ssshowing me aroun on my firsss day here, the alcohol was quickly taking its toll on the young woman and her first gentle hug was quickly becoming more desperate. She needed to do this, liquid courage was coursing through her veins, it was now or never!

Her coy smile was replaced by something more wicked and tempting before she lifted up to releve on her ever heavy-growing legs in an attempt to kiss the man who had stolen her heart from day one. Her lushy ocean eyes closed as she willed for the man to meet her lips, if not, it would just be the first drunken blunder she’d make. Kissss meee! Her thoughts were all the same.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-05-2012, 04:59 PM

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He could tell she was inebriated and he was going to same way. He was moving his hand toward the bottle she set down but was distracted when she took a hold of his waist. His arms flew out at first but then when he felt her warm touch he couldn’t help a stupid grin from forming on his face. Her words were slurred but in his mind she was speaking perfectly and he shook his head. His mind was clouded, and his inner self was screaming for him to stop this, but that was the part being shaded from the drink.

“There is no need to thank me. You bein’ here, that’s the best thanks I can have.”

He said, but it didn’t seem to be enough as she moved in closer, his hands automatically wrapped around her and she came closer, then stopped only centimeters from him. He was slightly less drunk than she was but he wanted this anyway and just as she was being egged on by the drink, he was as well, and he gathered the courage to complete the kiss. A warm sensation, even better than the drink itself, spread throughout his body when he met her, and he pulled her closer to him, now feeling very possessive, not wanting to let her go. His thoughts clouded but his intentions were clear. He wanted her, not everything, just her, he wanted to be with her and through his own inebriation, he wanted to show her she meant something to him.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 06-05-2012, 05:49 PM

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love love LOVE them! she shit cray drunk.

Jiva’s words fell on ears full of her hummingbird heartbeat. The pounding cut out his voice and all she felt was initial hesitation followed by his arms around her. She melted in his touch with a soft sigh, eyes still closed and not seeing his goofy grin, but she breathed him in. A memory from the first day of being with him flood back into her mind. This by far was a moment she’d always remember and cherish. The safety and familiarity of Jiva. Arms tightened around her hips and she could almost feel the electricity pulsing between the small space between his face and hers until suddenly her world was full of brilliant stars when their lips collided in a sweet kiss. Wow, she sighed drunkenly nuzzling his neck.

Drin gripped him even tighter, hungrily began returning his kiss with a fiercer one. Passion spilled out of her fingertips, the wine intensified each sensation. Her hands spider’d up his back and entwined in his hair as she pushed her body even closer to his. She too wanted to be his and nobody else’s, this felt right and nothing else mattered but him and now. A whine of want began building in her chest as she continued to kiss him, slowly building each one into something deeper. Drin pulled away from an exceptionally long kiss to look up at Jiva and to take another swig from the neglected bottle of wine.

I wanna ttthank you in another wayyy... she murmured with a sly grin, taking the bottle in one hand and grabbing his with another to lead him back to the room that had a soft artifact in it (the couch). Her actions were completely alcohol controlled now as she led him to the front of the object she was looking for and attempted to have him sit down with her. She sweetly kissed him again before she laid back on the dusty thing and held out the bottle for him. Pleasssse...be my firrss an owwnly Jiva, she sloppily smiled back at the man, mohawk a little mussed up after she’d lost control of her hands there.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-05-2012, 07:01 PM

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He belonged here and he knew it. After all he was over Emma, it would have never worked out anyway... but this... this was something beautiful. He felt it blooming inside his chest... or was that the effects of being drunk... whatever the reason he knew he loved every second of being this close to Palaydrian. He rubbed against her as she nuzzled into his neck, an unfamiliar feeling to the man, but certainly not unwelcome. It wasn’t their last kiss though and as she pressed herself upon him he felt himself heat up more, and he returned her fierce need with his own, caressing her back and letting a hand fall below her waist to her rump. Each moment with her was one in heaven for the drunken man, and he grinned as she pulled away and took another swig. She spoke to him and pulled him through the ruined house. His mind was on exactly what she was talking about but he was still wondering what it was she wanted to thank him with. He sat with her and took the bottle from her, still having the grin on his face and as he drank she spoke. He choked a little. He let the bottle be removed from his lips and he looked down at the body he had many times imagined himself with, and yet a part of his brain that was still was no longer.

“Yes. I will be your first and only... but not now. I don’t want any regrets.”

He said bending over to give her a kiss to tell her that he was still very interested in her. He knew it was not the time they wanted this to happen. He sat up hoping she wouldn’t be too put down by his reaction, and he was quite enjoying their exchanges. He held up a hand in hopes she would take his, smiling at his stupidly fun idea. He took a drink from the wine with his free hand this time he was able to get more of the liquid down his throat and set it on the ground next to the couch, giving her a hopeful smile.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 06-05-2012, 08:06 PM

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Haha oh boy! Jiva will need a lot of self control after this.

Palaydrian was high on Jiva, her spirits were soaring, her heart was beating fast, and her legs were turning to jello from his touch. Their makeout was getting hotter by the second and the girl knew exactly what she wanted from him, it could be easily read on her face, within her tempting gaze, and the teasing smile on her face. She wanted him on top of her, or her on top of him in that order, but when the male choked on the wine and looked at her with some surprise, something in her hazy brain registered that she was moving way too fast.

This unseen side of her liked it though. She had felt free just being her Luperci form in these new lands, but this was altogether so much more exhilarating. She felt bad, but not evil bad...no, the woman felt naughty and for once in her life, knew what it meant to feel and be sexy. Was alcohol the key to unlocking this bedroom vixen? As far as her inebriated mindset went, she didn’t mind this human invention at all, in fact she’d have to find more of it. Especially if it brought her passionate results like this each time.

She greedily accepted his kiss, but didn’t take his hand, instead the golden girl adopted a mock hurt look, but not for long. Drin giggled at the situation and his response before sitting up to crawl on her knees towards him across the soft cushions in the moonlight. Aww....are ya sshhuure? She teased, before managing to slip into his lap, playfully straddling him and beginning to gently nibble his ears as her hands explored his chest. What was coming over the normally subdued woman? Ahye...whant...you, she breathily whispered in his ear.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-06-2012, 03:39 PM

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It seemed she was adament about him saying yes rather than telling her to wait. No matter how much he wanted her he knew this wasn’t the way to go. He had learned that enough from his father who had unwittingly brought 3 pups into the world because of a drunken night with a woman he barely knew at all. He knew Drin, though and he knew he wanted to be with her even without the alcohol. No what ate at him was, he wanted his first time to be different and he knew deep down she did too.

But no matter what he thought the second she straddled him he was immediately aroused, in which made him try to back off and he fell over the arm of the couch pulling her with him accidently and finding himself possibly in a worse situation than before. He closed his eyes trying despirately to stay connected with the idea that he didn’t want to do this, that she should be treated with far more respect. Though the last part was dimming as the rest of the wine worked its way to making him more drunk. Then he started laughing. How funny was it that a woman was all over him and he had to fall off the couch. His laughter rang through the darkened room. He couldn’t help it. It was just too funny.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 06-06-2012, 04:13 PM

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D’awwness up ahead.

A drunken Palaydrian had him where she wanted him. After her seductive whisper, she had gone back to tantalizing his ears when she felt something change within the man. A satisfied grin started playing on her lips when Jiva began to move, but suddenly she was flying forwards instead of back onto the cushions! Drin collapsed in a heap on top of the man who had fallen to the floor. Apparently her advances were a little too much. Surprise cut through her drunken haze as she searched the handsome hunk’s face for clues or signs as to what had just happened, but suddenly the male was bursting out in laughter.

Wanting to feign hurt feelings, Drin first crossed her arms over her chest and began to frown, but with him shaking underneath her legs and the jovial look on his face, she soon dropped her act and began laughing with him. The entire situation was so ridiculous. Of course he didn’t want to dishonor her and take what she was so willingly offering, it wouldn’t be right for either of them. Drin’s heart swelled with the realization that Jiva could really be “the one” for her. Drin untangled her legs from his and snugged against him. She continued giggling and laid her head against his chest, wanting him to wrap his strong arms around her again even though they were now laying on the floor of the ruined house.

We’re sssilly, she slurred with a slight hiccup, listening to his heartbeat through the thunder of his laughter. It was as if her sexual switch had been turned off, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want his kisses anymore...on the contrary, she hoped they could still do that. Her giggles started dying away when she lifted her ear off his chest and propped her chin on her folded arms across his chest to look at him. Jivahhh... she started in a soft voice, a familiar docile smile on her face, Aye knowah Aye’ve beeen drinkin...but...Aye think Aye luv youuu. As soon as the confession was out, she buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his sides.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-06-2012, 09:53 PM

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He missed her pouty look and wish to continue as his eyes were watering from his laughter. He was laughing so hard that he couldn’t stop, it loosened him up even more than the drink did and he felt better just leting his laughter out. Her laughter cut in and he stopped, though he still had his mouth open in a silent laugh.

“Yer perdy.”

He said. He meant to have other words in there but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what he wanted to really say, but he still thought that was good enough for now. He watched as she looked into his eyes and then spoke her confession. He felt warmth fill inside him again and he knew he was happy. He was sure to be this happy.

“Me too.”

He said quietly and as seriously as he could though he couldn’t help to stifle another onslaught of laughter. He felt comfortable here laying on the ground with the woman. He couldn’t think straight but he knew he meant his words. He was certain of it. She had buried her face in his fur and hugged him. Carefully he guided her head up to look at him and proceeded to give her another kiss. This he could at least give her, it was not bad to give kisses of affection to a wolf. He knew she was his forever wolf. If something happened with her, he didn’t think he’d ever take on a mate. The thoughts swirled around his drunken mind as he made to make her feel happy and wanted.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 06-07-2012, 05:50 PM

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Drin is uberdork! Tongue

Drin was on fire, the good type of fire. The kind of fire that at first burned around your toes and then slowly climbed up the invisible trellis of your body, flames licking every inch of skin and fur. The tendrils of heat spread into her chest and made her spirit soar, was this fire a little something called love? The drunken girl believed it so, clutching the sides of Jiva in an embarrassed embrace, feeling as if she were in heaven just resting against him. She felt so carefree and ready to take on the world as long as the red man was by her side. With Jiva, she felt she could do anything. Drin hugged him even tighter, wishing this night would last into eternity. She wanted to be here with him forever, in their dilapidated house, with their bottle of sin, and the wind chime. Yes...this woman would be loved, and she would be happy.

Jiva’s words only fueled the burning in her. She grinned against his fur when her lilac ears caught his compliment. Of course in her inebriated brain, his speech too, sounded perfect. It lilted just as it had the first day they had met, a day she had believed to be one of her happiest in her short life, but tonight...this was topping everything. Drin had never been kissed before or even dreamed of being intimate with someone else until she had met Jiva. The golden angel knew from the first day that there was something different about him, a spark of energy that pulled her towards him and made her want to be near him at all times. At first she had ignored it, had even gone away from the packlands for a bit to see if her feelings were true, and they were. The more time she spent away from him, the more her heart and ocean eyes ached to see him again.

The second time they had met, she felt her spirits dampen. Jiva had been in the presence of another fae. A coywolf probably far too pretty to even compare with herself. Drin had felt defeated and left again, not wanting to admit to herself that her feelings had been hurt over a boy who wasn’t her’s. Yet, when she was away she had met another man, and her thoughts were still on Jiva. The two strangers come friends had learned they both pined for others that day, another fond memory in the young woman’s mind, but her day in the valley made her realize that her feelings weren’t stupid. She truly had feelings for Jiva, and if he wanted to chose another woman, she would just have to move on, but not before she made her feelings clear.

That moment had come...it was happening now. No mentions of Emma or what happened, as far as Drin was concerned, that direction was no longer an option for the male. Of course he may be seeing her as well, but something about the way he kissed her, about the way was tilting her head up now to meet her lips made her completely forget her train of thought. I love you. Her lips met his and she swore she saw stars again, she pulled back with a sigh and reached over his body for the almost finished bottle. Ssshall weee have anuther?? She asked, playfully biting her lip before she leaned down to plant one on him.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-07-2012, 10:09 PM

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Every moment he was with her, the more he knew he was meant to be by her side, protecting her and making her one happy female, because he truely loved her smile, her laugh, the way she talked, her confidence toward him, and of course her kisses. The sensation on his lips when they met with hers was most definitely electrifying and he wanted more of it. He had never thought he would have gotten this far with the beautiful young woman. His eyes had first been set on the coyote woman, but after his blunder with words, though he meant every word, he could understand why like mated with like and he was glad that he had a falling out with Emma. Now was his time with Drin and he was going to do everything he could to make it so special for her as that was what he believed she deserved. She needed special everythings. That’s what was going through his mind as he kissed her and held her close to him, being careful not to enduce another reaction from her like before. He didn’t think he could control himself anymore if she did.

He took all of her in as she sat up and moved for the bottle and speaking, he wasn’t paying too much attention and nodded, watching her every move, it was so graceful. He let her kiss him and this time turned the tables on her as he wanted to hear more of her beautiful laughter, as she bent to kiss him his arms went up to her sides and started ticking. He had a wolfish grin on his face. He figured she would be ticklish, that was where he was and he was certain many other were as well, including his siamese wolf.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Palaydrian Soul · 06-08-2012, 10:58 AM

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Her glassy eyes had long ago adjusted to the limited light, but the two were bathed in silver from the patchwork roof and the broken in windows and the moment couldn’t have been more romantic as she descended to taste his lips once more. Out of the corners of her almost closed eyes she saw his hands move and a part made her lean forward so he could wrap his arms around her, but instead of pulling her closer, his fingers shimmied up her sensitive sides. Peals of laughter pour from her mouth as she dropped the bottle to defend herself. Some of the contents sloshed out as the uncorked bottle rolled across the ground and disappeared down a whole where a floorboard had gone missing, but the shattering of glass was drowned out by the uncontrollable giggles emanating from Palaydrian.

The lilac kissed girl squealed and squirmed on top of Jiva, grabbing at his hands and trying to push them away with no luck. He was much stronger than the she wolf, but she was enjoying his antics. She attempted getting a few tickles in herself, but Jiva had the upper hand and was easily able to deflect her advances. She tried playfully biting and nipping at his shoulders, really anything to break down his defenses in between her hysterical giggles, and then the hiccups returned in full force.

Breath was hard to come by and she began pleading with him stop, if only she could get a breath in. JIVA...hic..I.hic..I, nnnnee..hic..eeed to breee..hic..eeeeathe! Her tongue was lolling out to the side in a wolfish grin from the exhaustion between the hiccups and short breaths and her abs were getting sore from laughing so she tried to attempt to roll away from the red male in hopes of respite from the completely unfair tickle ambush.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-10-2012, 08:27 AM

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The laughter came and that was enough for him. He couldn’t stop his tickling. He needed more of it and even though Jiva was strong the woman nearly pulled his hands away from her, but if she did it was only for a few seconds and he was right back at it. The sound she made, was beautiful. He loved it and wanted so much more. It was the sound of a happy wolf, though one being tickled but happy still. This is how he wanted her from now on.

That was the moment he knew. He was absolutely sure, even in his drunken state, the thought just appealed to him far more. He wanted her as his mate. He wanted her with him and he wanted her to be happy. Then she spoke in a croaking hiccuping voice through her laughter and he stopped, and she was trying to roll away. He could not have this! He took her hands and pulled them to rest around his neck and moved up to give her what she had originally been expecting. He made to kiss her again, this time instead of tickling her, he wrapped his arms around her. He would not allow much to go past this moment, though he really wished it but he had to learn from a past mistake his own father had made. It would be best to be sure they were going to be with each other. They didn’t know each other extremely well, but he knew she was the one. This night shouldn’t and and deep down he wondered if she would still like him as much even if she weren’t drunk. That was the only worry he had; though it was not going to surface too quickly until he woke in the morning.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

Image courtesy of Ed Gaillard

Palaydrian Soul · 06-11-2012, 12:57 PM

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Drin needed to get away from Jiva’s hands though she’d much rather them stay upon her body, the girl was just too ticklish to take it any longer. Her laughter filled the dilapidated house and then some, surely echoing off into the young night and scaring the few critters brave enough to venture into the ghost town in the dark. Running out of options and fully prepared to do her roll, the handsome male surprised her and took her arms to link them around his neck, meanwhile pulling her close so their lips would touch. She thankfully accept this change of pace, though gently panting, and allowed her wine perfumed lips to linger on his before she kissed him back. Soft and yet full of passion. It was apparent she wanted more, but her dulled thoughts knew it wasn’t the time or place for such things.

Pulling back a little breathlessly, her bi-colored eyes looked into his own mismatched eyes, full of the newfound love burning in her soul. Aye never want thisss night to end, she mused, the kiss had seemed to sober her up some, but her head was still swimming. Drin also didn’t want to forget this. She could feel the dull throb of a headache forming in the back of her skull, but she hadn’t put two and two together yet. She leaned forward in his arms to nuzzle his neck and spoke words full of feeling against his chest. Aye have a confession...from the moment aye saw you, aye knew aye didn’ stan a chance, the slurs were creeping back into her voice as she snuggled closer into him. You stole my heart Jiva...ssswear it on my sssoul ya did, she said, turning her head to smile embarrassed into his fur again. Drin was now a lush and a truth spewer when her blood mixed with alcohol.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-13-2012, 04:02 PM

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“Don’t want this to end either.”

He said, there were words missing from his speech but he thought he said them. Then he heard her words, though not certain about her words he could do nothing but smile and hold her tightly. A tingle in the back of his throat made him do what he did next. He called out to the vacinity. A howl of waverying drunkness, and a song about the woman he held. He sang to the world this was his woman and he would fight for her. His nose pointed up, his voice breaking and wavering only because he was so drunk. He wasn’t callling out that his had a mate, no... that was for some time later. When he was sober, and prepare for it all, no this was a declaration he wanted her and he would do anything to keep her. It was a rash move but one he doubted he would regret. He didn’t really think too hard anyway under his inebriated standpoint anyhow so when finished he looked down at Palaydrian, swaying a little but just as suddenly as they had something to do, his mind went blank as though someone had closed a door in a room with no window.

“Maybe we should try to get back home, or should we stay here tonight?”

Jiva asked the woman on top of him. He didn’t want to move her and he wouldn’t though he would be mighty disappointed if she got up herself, which seemed like she quite comfortable. All he could do now is stare. Both their confessions were out, yet it didn’t seem real to him, perhaps because behind her the room was swimming in blacks and greys of the night, or that the feeling of his state was making him feel like nothing iwas real. Or he passed out and this was all a dream. He hoped that if it was a dream that he didn’t wake up. He was having too much of a good time.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

Image courtesy of Ed Gaillard

Palaydrian Soul · 06-14-2012, 07:19 PM

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Palaydrian was a ball of warm and fuzzy with her face down in Jiva’s creamy fur. The grin on her face only spread when the man she knew she loved agreed with her, but what came next took her completely by surprise. She felt the rumbling through his ribcage and suddenly Jiva’s voice broke the sleepy night noise, causing delicious spasms of chills to run down Drin’s back. She squeezed the male back as his arms tightened around her and she lifted her head off his chest to watch him sing. His voice may have cracked in reality, but in Drin’s drunken world, Jiva had the voice of an angel. She could feel herself swooning against him and didn’t want his confession to end. The red male was claiming her as his, not mates yet, but the next best thing...courting.

She scooted upwards on his body so she could rest her head in the nook between his shoulders and chin, the perfect spot for nuzzling. Her snout snuggled into his neck passionately and with eyes closed until his song finished and the woman whined with approval and licked under his chin. His next words made her teasingly pout again, but she remained laying upon him and breathed out a soft sigh. I ssssupose yur right...if wee sstayed, aye don’ thhhink aye could behave, she chuckled and tightened her arms around him again. Drin wasn’t ready to leave yet either. All of this felt like a dream, a sloppy one, but a goody. The golden girl wanted more endless nights like this, maybe minus the alcohol, but not the company. She could imagine herself sprawled out with Jiva, but in complete and utter bliss within the embrace of his strong arms.

Drin could hardly believe how the day had ended up. And to think, the two had only needed liquid courage to really get the ball rolling, but she was happy nonetheless. All worries and previous doubts she had harbored for the mohawked man had gone out the broken windows with that wavery howl. She was his forever.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

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