Copper and Silver (Judas) [MATURE]

[Valkea]

    The light of the full moon turned the female’s normally tinted brown, grey, and white fur into brilliant tones of copper and silver as she stepped over rocks and wove her way around jagged, cracked boulders. Valkea had no particular destination in mind.
It was that time of season again for the female Arctic Wolf. She did not ignore her bodily cravings like some females did. Oh no. As a matter of fact, she openly embraced this temporary change. Also unlike most females, Valk was rather large and thickset, but her bodice still had the curves in the right places that marked her as being a female if her scent didn’t already do so.
    The female dressed in tones of rich bronze and platinum sought out a perch from which she could gaze out at the land that was around her. Finally, a pile of boulders caught her attention. Grinning, the Arctic Wolf damsel made her way over to the perch and circled it twice so that she could check for cracks that might give way under her unusually heavy feminine frame. After she had finished her inspection, the maiden lifted her right front paw from the earth and placed it firmly on one of the supporting boulders and forced all of her weight on it. The boulder did not come loose.
    Snorting in mild satisfaction, the well-muscled Arctic she-wolf ascended the pile. The top boulder was at least a good four feet off of the firm, solid earth, and looking straight down made Valkea a little uneasy. Instead, the well-groomed woman’s burnt umber windows danced across the horizon and the lands that spread out beneath her ivory paws.
Feeling like she was on the top of the world, the dame threw her crown back, closed her eyes and let out a shrill howl that just seemed to say ‘Look at me! I’m so awesome!’. As her song faded, the female’s tiara returned to its normal position and her lids parted to reveal bright honey brown eyes.
    A sound and the very strong scent of a male wolf caused Valk to do a little preening. After her brief grooming session. After she was sure that she was spotless, the beauty sat uncomfortably on her perch and just waited.

Judas it's a crappy first post. Sorry 'bout that.

[Judas]

What a heavenly aroma, Judas thought. To the handsome male, there was no smell better than that of a female in heat… Through the thin blanket of snow he trotted in search of the girl that was emitting that lovely smell. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and small puffs of white air escaped his mouth and nose. The male was already mainly driven by primal instinct, so the urge to mate made him a damn near complete dunce. Wild eyes darted around in the night. He swerved around the jagged landscape with ease. Nothing was going to stand in his way tonight to satisfy his unpolished wants.
He turned the corner of a massive boulder to see a radiant female atop a rock. The full moon was almost directly behind her. Her silver and rust colored pelt shimmered in the low light shine. The female’s song was that of a siren’s… She wanted to be seen. She wanted what Judas wanted… The male might not have been able to fully appreciate her beauty, but he could certainly appreciate the opportunity in front of him. Her feminine odor sent his testosterone flaring like a wildfire. If Judas was the slightest bit an independent thinker, he’d be turned away from her appearance, as he did not take any kind of liking to pale coats or bulky females. As a matter of fact, he was more physically attracted to slim and slender black coated females. But no matter. She was a female in heat. That was more than enough for Judas to magnate towards her like a moth to light.
The sight of her and her smell caused instinct to peek. Judas lifted his nose to the cold night sky and howl, granted it was a short howl, but it was an involuntary reaction for him. All his life, he believed that females were for pleasure and carrying the burden of children. In the “book” of his father, males had a duty of carrying perfect genes to impregnate all females so they may birth his perfect children. Females that you were related to and could not mate with were to be reminded that you were above them. Essentially, they were punching bags. Ladonna and Tove, Judas’s sister and mother, were “punching bags.” The male felt quite entitled to mate with the female before him. It only made sense to him that she’d give in without question. If she didn’t, he’d surely display his “entitlement” by force.
“You’re beautiful,” he said and thought quite blatantly. Beauty, in Judas’s mind, was not seen in appearances but rather by presentation… And this female was a steak on a silver platter. He had no form of foreplay… “Are you alone?”

Word Count: 464
Tag(s): Valkea
Muse:
Notes: It’s fabulous >w< And let me just applaud you on the title because it also fits with the colors of Judas and Val Lol

[Valkea]

    A short song was sounded in response to her own. He had heard her and had made his presence to her known. Valkea forced herself to remain seated, an air of importance and confidence radiated off her like the sun's warmth.
    Slowly, the dame tilted her chin towards the ground to look at this visitor that now stood below her and allowed her light molten eyes to skim over his form. From what she saw from her throne, he was pretty muscular and thickly cloaked in earthen tones of brown and cream. Eh, he wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but he wasn't ugly enough for her to refuse him. The copper cloaked man would do. For now. "You found me." the goddess laughed.
    “You’re beautiful,” he had told her. Smirking, the girl stood up and sailed off of her throne of stone. Her joints rattled as they absorbed the impact of her surprisingly balanced and graceful landing considering the fact that her weight appeared to be much heavier than that of the taller, older male before her.
    Her approach was confident and purposely dragged out. She wanted to make him wait; to wait and die of the suspense. Once she was close enough to see her reflection in his dark brown pools, Valk allowed herself to rub the tip of her tail under his jaw as she began to circle him slowly. She knew that this trick of hers drove the males crazy. She was violating his personal space, and she knew it. She didn't care if he had an issue with it. "Of course I am, hansom. I'm flawless." she paused and flashed a brief, coy smirk. "Just like you are." she said as she reached the male's other flank.
    “Are you alone?”  he had inquired. The Arctic Wolf allowed herself to chuckle. Duh, she was alone. "Well my dear, use that nose of yours. Do you smell anyone else here other than me?" She asked him. She already knew that no one else was around, and if he said that there were others around, she'd just have to laugh out loud at his stupidity and his failure to pay attention to his surroundings.
    She had returned to the starting point of her circle. As she began to circle around the male for a second time, she rubbed against his shoulder briefly. Males usually had two reactions to her rather bold, aggressive teasing. They either got irritated with her or could hardly contain themselves with excitement, but forced themselves to wait instead.
    She completed her second lap and tilted her head slightly to the right and lifted her chin up so that her neck was exposed in what she knew was a feigned display of submissiveness and trust. It was another trick of hers that she used to make male wolves feel powerful, dominant, and in charge. Her ebony lips were closed, but that coy smirk of hers remained plastered on her maw; bright liquid caramel beams still focused on the clearly hormone driven Grey Wolf male.
    Now, it was about time for some of the fun to begin.

Judas thanks for the compliment. I guess it does, lol.

[Judas]

She was so willing. Judas loved that. She was confident as well. This feminine affection confirmed everything that his father ever taught him about females. The compliments she was showering him with only enticed him that much more. No doubt in his mind, he was going to get what he came for, and with no struggle for it too. Judas felt like a king indeed. While she may have thought herself as unusually desirable, Judas thought this way about himself. Her teasing, as intended, drove him absolutely insane. The urge became stronger and he’d soon become more direct. She was so graceful and precious. So young and full of potential to carry and raise his children. If she never told him her name, she’d never know his. But what did names matter? Judas was likely never to remember her face beyond this day, as it hardly mattered now. Who she was or where she came from or what her intentions were or if she’d ever even keep his pups alive didn’t matter. He had no intention whatsoever to stick around her for that long. No. The most time they would ever have to know each other may very well be this night and this night only. In fact, Judas could go his entire life fathering many pups, even meet them as adults, and he’d never lose a night of sleep over his absence in their lives… He wasn’t cold. He was just selfish.
Even if someone was watching or someone else was about, Judas would never care. He’d never notice. He was much too possessed by this primitive moment with the female… Her smells of femininity and readiness drove him to sniff her all around, everywhere, as she circled him. On her second lap, Judas could hold back no longer, as if he was trying to hold back in the first place. He didn’t even have to think about it. His instinct told him exactly what to do and how to do it. How to rear up and hold her. How to keep her in place. When to begin and when to stop. If she allowed him, he’d be quick with this act. If she persisted to tease him, Judas was likely to become aggressive...

Word Count: 386
Tag(s): Valkea
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Notes: ( ._.) whew. This may be wrap up to be a rather quick thread Lol

[Valkea]

    Her teasing seemed to have the effect that she had expected on the male Grey Wolf. Though she found teasing males to be quite fun, she knew when enough was enough. Her jaw was once again parallel with the leaf coated, rocky terrain under her ivory washed paws. Her orbs made of pure gold were now locked dead onto the male's dark ones as she backed up up slightly.
    Valkea's onyx lips were drawn back to reveal lethally sharp, shiny white teeth. But, this was not a display of aggression. But rather, it was a display of pleasure and enjoyment that the male would most likely interpret as a display of her submissiveness.
    The coy grin soon vanished from her facade. "You sure don't talk much, boy." Her tone of voice was playful and jesting as she stepped back forward and nudged him. However, on the inside, she was greatly confused and maybe even a little angry. What was the deal with him? "What's the problem, hansom?" she cooed. "Cat got your tongue?"
     A cool, gentile oncoming breeze gave the Arctic Wolf female a brief respite from the uncomfortable heat that had slowly and steadily built up under neath her thick winter coat. She closed her eyes briefly and exhaled as Mother Nature's fingers combed through her cloak of ivory; turned silver by light of the full moon that hung above the two wolves' heads.
    Valk allowed her tail to swing loosely from side to side like a tassel that was being blown by a slight breeze. Enough fooling around, you idiot! She scolded herself. We don't want to make Prince Charming wait, now do we? With these thoughts, the heat under her ivory white fur became nearly unbearable. This time, there was not a cold Winter breeze that would give her the relief that she so desperately craved at the moment.
    There was only one way to get rid of the heat completely. The temptress dressed in bronze and silver flicked her right ear, giving the Grey Wolf male the permission that was needed to go ahead. Not that he really needed it or anything. This act of hers was more out of tradition than anything else.

tagged|| Judas
ooc|| Oh Valkea...
word count|| 368 words
muse|| Pretty high, I guess

[Judas]

The feeling of control and power somehow inflated Judas with a wondrous sense of verification. The way this female just came to his side and, in his mind, simply begged for him to submit to instinct confirmed his every belief about what was true about the world. When he at last dismounted the female, he grinned from ear to ear with a rather unsettling laugh. Delight flurried through his body. He was still quite empowered by the scent of the young girl, but in a moment he’d be feeling quite satisfied and lethargic. Instinct told him that his deed was done, but her’s had just begun. If she could conceive, it would then be a matter of her being able to carry through with the pregnancy. After that, it would be pure luck that she could birth them and care for them successfully… Judas might have been more than willing to seed, but that didn’t mean that his fertility and genes were perfect. He’d probably never know. He’d probably never care.
The male lingered around the ivory creature before laying down and yawning. “Sorry I’m not much for foreplay,” he admitted blatantly. He rolled over on his back in a sort of playful manner. “Where will you go now? Would you prefer I stick around?” Flirtatious purrs were hinted in his voice as he spoke. As a wolf, he’d probably attempt to mate with a singular female a number of times before feeling drawn to seek out different girls. This was his first time, so he’d likely feel quite exhausted within a moment or two… Judas couldn’t think of this night as special or hold any sentiment toward it, but he’d remember it regardless. In the future, maybe every other silver coated female would forever remind him of this primal sensation he was feeling throughout his whole body. Only time would tell now. Judas could not know for sure, so how could anyone else?

Word Count: 334
Tag(s): Valkea
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[Valkea]

    For a brief time after the deed was done, the Arctic Wolf female felt fine, which surprised her. But, the knew better than to assume. The soreness in her hindquarters hit her like a wave crashing onto a rock.
    Despite this, the female closed her beams of gold and let out a chuckle as the leaner male rolled onto his back like a playful pup. “Sorry I’m not much for foreplay,” he had admitted. Valkea's eyes opened and she chuckled again. "Every male's different. I don't get mad if the male I'm with is boring." Her tone was light and playful. "Of course, some females find that to be just unacceptable." the silver cloaked wolfess allowed herself to pause briefly before she began to talk once more. "If I were you, I'd be careful. This time of the season makes us females unpredictable. A friend of mine bit a male's ear off because he was being 'too simple'. Granted, she was a little more insane that I am." She laughed. "I don't bite male's ears off if they don't act the way that I want them too. But, others might."
    The bronze and platinum streaked goddess made her way over to where the male's head was laying. She then gently lowered herself to the ground and arranged her frame so that it formed a line with his. Grinning, she propped her elegant noggin on her paws; her nose just inches from the space between his ears.
    “Where will you go now? Would you prefer I stick around?” He inquired. "That's such a cliche." she giggled as she rolled over onto her right flank. "Back to the lands that my tribe once called theirs, probably. I heard that there's a pack there that values the same ideas as I do. I might join them, I might not." The seductress rolled onto her back; her muzzle pointed towards the full moon. "As for the whole 'sticking around' thing, I won't beg or plead with you to stay with me for the night and certainly not forever; settling down just isn't for me. Nor will I attack you and force you to leave. If you decide to disappear off into the woods or stay with me for the night is entirely up to you. I'll be fine either way."
    Valk tilted her head at a slight angle to the left. "I don't know if you care or not, but the name's Valkea. Don't feel like you have to tell me yours. I'll probably lose track of it later, anyway. Maybe." She grinned coyly when she finished her sentence.

tagged|| Judas
ooc|| Should we end with his next post?
word count|| 412 words
muse|| I think it's there. Sort of, anyway.

Staff Note: Please be sure to bold speech and italicize thoughts in your posts.

[Judas]

Judas couldn’t help but chuckle when she explained the way other females reacted to such direct offers such as the one he had just made her. He felt slightly offended, being called boring, but he didn’t care. He got what he came for. That satisfied him well enough. Instead of grumbling, he took the female’s words to heart. He saw it as advice. Maybe he should pay more attention to his “presentation…” He admired how open this girl was. No pretentiousness. No fancy words or denial. No resistance. That made him happy. Not many wolves were as “traditional” as Judas believed himself to be. What was the meaning of all of this talking and complimenting and intimidating anyway? But like this female said, if a few sweet words and some actual foreplay would actually help him to convince other females to submit to him, he was willing to try it.
The way she laid down next to him gave him chills. She was lovely. Though he didn’t prefer pale coats or hefty builds, she knew just how to work with the moonlight and pose herself so they she appeared absolutely irresistible. Judas did not feel romance for her, as he was not aware that there was such a thing as true love or romance. He only knew what came naturally of his gender. Everything mother nature ever taught him existed very basically within all wolves. It was simply spiced up by the fiery, angry morals handed down by his dad.
He didn’t know what “cliche” meant, so he didn’t know what to say about the female’s first comment. Judas paid attention to her as she talked about her tribe, which was an unusual act on his part. Normally, we couldn’t care less about anyone’s life story or history or anything. He smiled when she said that the monogamous life wasn’t for her. It wasn’t for him either. Good thing she wasn’t about to get attached and all, because Judas wasn’t about to get attached himself.
The male stood and looked down at her laying there close to him. He spied the forest far off, and he said, “I think I will leave.” Judas felt that he needed to be elsewhere. He also became rather hungry and would seek some small meal to satisfy him. He took a step toward the forest but stopped midway to look back at her once more. The brute smirked and wagged his tail. “By the way, my name is Judas. Take care, beautiful.” And in a moment, he’d be gone, trotting away into the night. Though Valkea held no romantic place in his heart, he’d undoubtedly remember her face. He’d remember the way her pelt shined and competed with the beauty of the moon. He’d remember her name, at least...

Word Count: 486
Tag(s): Rassa
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Notes: If you feel that this is a good stopping point, it can be the end :3 I actually quite enjoyed this little thread. It was almost cute XD Almost.