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20.08.2012. Noon. Jordheim. Optime. OMG! Freaky tiems! :: 486 ::
Everything was going so well in his life at the moment; he was part of a strong pack which he helped form with his family, he was recently promoted, he'd got a horse and he'd even found himself a girl. It was his girl that was on his mind right now, the golden D'Angelo never far from his thoughts, but today he seemed to be entirely unable to distract himself. He'd tried to go on patrol and run the borders to shake her from his mind, but it seemed that Grace was going to hound him all day. He was quite glad that Ciaran had decided to stay home, the cat would definitely have teased him about his fixation, but it seemed to be something that Nier couldn't rid himself of.
He trotted through Jordheim on his way back to his house, hoping to freshen up a little, maybe change into a more comfortable pair of shorts, the pair he had on were one of Brans pairs and he had to keep tugging them up over his hips, the waist line a little more generous than he was used to. his home was just coming into view when he caught a strange scent on the still air, a scent that made him forget all about changing his shorts or checking on Ciaran. It awoke something primal within him, and he found himself becoming very irritated over the fact that his brother lived so close to Grace. Brans proximity had never bothered Niernan before, honestly Bran had next to nothing to do with Grace, he wasn't even sure if they had properly met yet. But still, Nier wanted Bran and any other male as far away from his Grace as possible. He stopped then, his body freezing as he stood ramrod straight, his Grace? That made him think for a moment. Not for long though as his nose was still filled with the strange perfume.
He moved forward slowly, his foot-paws taking him to Graces door. He stood there for a moment, trying to collect himself, taking deep breaths and taking stock of his body before he knocked on her door. It was then that he realised he had a bit of a situation going on downstairs. He felt the smallest blush touch his cheeks, he wasn't ignorant to the workings of the male anatomy, having owned it for all of his life, but he had never been in a situation like this. To put it simply he wasn't Bran and didn't have the experience with women. He had heard all about Brans conquests, down to the dirty details, so he knew the theory behind all of this behaviour. He hitched his shorts up again, fruitlessly as they simply slipped back down again. He shrugged and knocked on Graces door, ears tilted forwards to hear any sounds from inside, tail wagging slightly in anticipation of seeing her again.
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