Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 12:04:33 GMT -5
WARNING: This is a mating thread! Possibly graphic posts to follow.
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[attr="class","pltxt"]The days were growing shorter as winter’s grip seized the lands. A cold wind was blowing through Ina’mos, carried by the churning sea that surrounded her island home on every side. Auburn-licked fur flickered between mangrove roots, twisted and ancient, beneath a full moon and a sky filled with innumerable shimmering stars. Here, she was safe. Ina’mos was home for Datura, and the coming winter was assurance that she would not be departing from the island in the near future. The she-wolf had chosen the banks of the swamp for the night. The falls were the favored hang-out of those who dwelled upon Ina’mos year round. There was no privacy, and Datura wanted the company of only one wolf tonight. She did not care for the prying eyes of others. Enormous changes were coming, and instinct insisted: now is the time. Brazenly, Datura had left her heavy scent to silently lure her mate closer, blatantly obvious that, finally, Datura’s heat had come once more.
After tonight, if he came to her, Datura would not be leaving the island again for months to come. Again, she was duty bound to remain there, to watch after all the pups that would soon arrive in the same birthing dens in which the females had reared their first brood. The offspring created during the last season were fearsome, and the numbers of Kairos loyals had swollen beyond anything Datura could have imagined. She had performed her duties adeptly, though she had been a first time mother, and with great success – with the exception of Erebos, who had vanished after attempting to poison members of the pack. Datura herself had been sickened, but she had recovered quickly enough. She still had five others who were impressive, and now, she was ready to do it all over again.
Certainly, Goliath seemed to have little trouble in creating offspring during the previous season. His first litters were growing swiftly, all under Datura’s watchful gaze. Unlike other packs, Kairos’ youth had almost all survived their first year – a triumph for the proud Matriarch, and for the pack. But Datura wasn’t thinking of her children tonight, or the pups of the other harem members. The night would bring a rare moment of solitude in the privacy of the swamp, which was utterly silent, save for the soft sound of Datura’s little paws as she tred along the dried earth. There would be others, but she would be first. She was the Matriarch, after all. She was born to be a mother, to create worthy offspring when the seasons dictated. The agony of birth seemed far off beneath the moonlight. There could be no pleasure without pain, but just for the night, she would allow herself to revel in his presence once he arrived.
Her feminine scent would rouse his attention soon, and she would be ready. This time, she knew what to expect. If only for the night, Goliath would be hers and hers alone. Goliath would stay with her until sunrise. She would not allow it to be any other way. Datura would endure his might until she was certain she had conceived, even if she was again left bloody and alone, as she had been nearly a year ago. The misery of what was to come – perhaps another massive, blessed litter – was forgotten for the sake of her alpha. She was hungry for him, and as she paused in an open clearing, her entire diminutive form shuddered in anticipation as she caught a hint of his masculine smell. Unconsciously, her tail swayed to one side as she waited with little patience. Tonight, she would begin anew - for her beloved alpha, for her mighty pack, and for herself. She was anxious, body tense with excitement for what was to come, twin honey-colored eyes scanning the area for any sign that Goliath had come to her that night.
tag: @zenith
After tonight, if he came to her, Datura would not be leaving the island again for months to come. Again, she was duty bound to remain there, to watch after all the pups that would soon arrive in the same birthing dens in which the females had reared their first brood. The offspring created during the last season were fearsome, and the numbers of Kairos loyals had swollen beyond anything Datura could have imagined. She had performed her duties adeptly, though she had been a first time mother, and with great success – with the exception of Erebos, who had vanished after attempting to poison members of the pack. Datura herself had been sickened, but she had recovered quickly enough. She still had five others who were impressive, and now, she was ready to do it all over again.
Certainly, Goliath seemed to have little trouble in creating offspring during the previous season. His first litters were growing swiftly, all under Datura’s watchful gaze. Unlike other packs, Kairos’ youth had almost all survived their first year – a triumph for the proud Matriarch, and for the pack. But Datura wasn’t thinking of her children tonight, or the pups of the other harem members. The night would bring a rare moment of solitude in the privacy of the swamp, which was utterly silent, save for the soft sound of Datura’s little paws as she tred along the dried earth. There would be others, but she would be first. She was the Matriarch, after all. She was born to be a mother, to create worthy offspring when the seasons dictated. The agony of birth seemed far off beneath the moonlight. There could be no pleasure without pain, but just for the night, she would allow herself to revel in his presence once he arrived.
Her feminine scent would rouse his attention soon, and she would be ready. This time, she knew what to expect. If only for the night, Goliath would be hers and hers alone. Goliath would stay with her until sunrise. She would not allow it to be any other way. Datura would endure his might until she was certain she had conceived, even if she was again left bloody and alone, as she had been nearly a year ago. The misery of what was to come – perhaps another massive, blessed litter – was forgotten for the sake of her alpha. She was hungry for him, and as she paused in an open clearing, her entire diminutive form shuddered in anticipation as she caught a hint of his masculine smell. Unconsciously, her tail swayed to one side as she waited with little patience. Tonight, she would begin anew - for her beloved alpha, for her mighty pack, and for herself. She was anxious, body tense with excitement for what was to come, twin honey-colored eyes scanning the area for any sign that Goliath had come to her that night.
tag: @zenith
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