Post by Harlot on Oct 25, 2015 1:18:33 GMT -5
Each step that she took brought the willow-framed femme deeper within the caverns that she had stumbled upon that morning. The sound of her nails clicking faintly against the stone echoed around her, and while another wolf might have been intimidated by the winding tunnels and enclosed space, Harlot found that she quite liked the solidity. Her sapphire orbs granted her the ability to see just enough, her gait slow and almost sultry despite the fact that no one could see the sway of her hips, the smooth roll of her shoulders, or the coy tilt to her head. It was natural for her now, almost second nature; Harlot had learned long ago the miracles that the female body could work upon the delicate male brain.
Her ears pricked high atop her skull as the sound of trickling water reached her from a considerable distance. She’d wondered where these winding halls of stone lead, and it seemed that at least one feasible location was to water. Still she did not hurry, taking her time even when a pale blue glow surrounded her. At last the Huntress found that the walls were sloping upwards and out, smoothing transitioning into a sprawling cavern. She paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of the nearly luminescent water, a ray of light falling from somewhere high above. With a breathy laugh she moved forward, dipping first one paw and then another into the water, pleased to find it cool. She was unsure of how deep it was, feeling with her paws that the rock sloped steadily downwards, but still the femme could not resist. With a push of her hind legs she was airborne, and a moment later the clear water cradled her, making her feel light as a feather as she kicked for the surface. Sucking in a deep breathe, Harlot paddled a swift lap around the large pool before dragging herself out with some effort, laying herself out to dry just beneath the ray of light.
Her fur was slick and smoothed against her svelte frame now, although she knew it would soon dry. She had been accepted into Airila not very long ago, and while she had not yet met her pack mates, she’d opted for exploring today instead. And a good thing, she thought, laying her delicate muzzle upon her paws. For if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found this glorious place.
Her ears pricked high atop her skull as the sound of trickling water reached her from a considerable distance. She’d wondered where these winding halls of stone lead, and it seemed that at least one feasible location was to water. Still she did not hurry, taking her time even when a pale blue glow surrounded her. At last the Huntress found that the walls were sloping upwards and out, smoothing transitioning into a sprawling cavern. She paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of the nearly luminescent water, a ray of light falling from somewhere high above. With a breathy laugh she moved forward, dipping first one paw and then another into the water, pleased to find it cool. She was unsure of how deep it was, feeling with her paws that the rock sloped steadily downwards, but still the femme could not resist. With a push of her hind legs she was airborne, and a moment later the clear water cradled her, making her feel light as a feather as she kicked for the surface. Sucking in a deep breathe, Harlot paddled a swift lap around the large pool before dragging herself out with some effort, laying herself out to dry just beneath the ray of light.
Her fur was slick and smoothed against her svelte frame now, although she knew it would soon dry. She had been accepted into Airila not very long ago, and while she had not yet met her pack mates, she’d opted for exploring today instead. And a good thing, she thought, laying her delicate muzzle upon her paws. For if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found this glorious place.
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