Swift brown paws carried the lithe form of Legacy over the cracked lands of Boryz. She hadn't been able to lift her foul mood in recent days. Most of her time was spent wallowing in misery. Today, however, she had decided to try something different. With little difficultly she had slipped free of the dens, trotting off in search of a meal. Exercise was supposed to lift depression. She also couldn't really remember the last time she'd eaten. Her lowest moods were always accompanied by a lack of appetite. At the moment her rumbling stomach was too angry to ignore.
Pausing for a moment to scent at the air, the Mexican female readjusted her course. She moved closer to the border, seeking the scent of prairie dog and the sight of their holes. She knew she was getting closer. Just the thought of a meal was enough to make her mouth water. The pains of her empty stomach were all the driving force she needed to distract her from her miseries. Her body was mainly operating on instinct. Any and all thoughts were shoved to the back of her mind as finally she sighted the small burrows.
Licking her lips, a hungry grin spread up her muzzle. She wasted no time, her pace increasing as she made a mad dash for the holes. Innocent prairie dogs sporadically popped their heads out, checking for danger. By the time she was close enough to make a grab for one, the creatures had all disappeared. Legacy growled lightly in frustration.
Coming to a stop, she turned slightly and backed off, waiting. She didn't realize how rusty her hunting skills were. When finally the little varmints reappeared, she tried a new strategy. She crept forward slowly, waiting until the last possible minute to pounce. Landing with a thud, claws and fangs tearing into the earth, she again found herself without a prize. The prairie dogs were fast.
The Mexican female sighed, again backing off and staring wistfully at the little holes. She wasn't really up for a game of wack-a-mole at the moment. Unfortunately, the critters were the only prey she'd caught wind of in the immediate area. Lifting her nose again, she inhaled deeply. Most of what she picked up was the smell of prairie dog and barren earth. There was something new there though. It was the unfamiliar stench of wolf, and it was approaching from the free lands.
Legacy turned away from her failed attempts at catching a snack. Now her eyes scanned the border, looking for any visual hint of the intruders. Her ears picked up slight disturbances in the sounds of Kamari, but it was not yet enough to locate the strangers. Silently she sat, fixing her gaze on the horizon. Her gaze was curious as she decided to wait, wanting to know what these strangers were like. It had been so long since she'd willingly met someone knew. It'd been even longer since she last felt like her old self. Maybe these wolves would be just what she needed, a chance to break free of depression and feel mischievous again.
Last Edit: Sept 17, 2010 14:32:51 GMT -5 by legacy
Chocolate eyes feasted on the sight before him and his band of close knit followers; the land opened up into a deep valley filled with hundreds of mediocre slopes and flattened plains. A grey sky stretched from one end of the earth to the other, shedding a light drizzle to this dry landscape. “So this is Kamari…” An overbearing thought that mindlessly hummed out of his mouth. Thankfully, for Dreidoj’s ego, the slipped statement was relevant to the current situation. A single copper lobe swiveled in the direction behind him, paranoid, listening for any smart remarks from one of his followers intentionally not meant for his ears. He did not quite understand what was happening to his family, lately they seemed to be at each other’s throats. If any one of them stepped outside of their place, so much as a wrong look in his direction, he would be sure to reinstate their knowledge of who was in charge of this show.
With the help of his newest member, and Anikirian native Lan, Leader and subordinate led the Gaziché Gypsy band to their first host. The band’s Informant, Larkspur, had mentioned that he was unsure of the status of Kamari, whether or not it was claimed by an Alpha. On the way to the territory, Lan admitted that he had not ventured into Kamari for a couple of years, therefore also uncertain if a pack resided in this part of the continent. Larkspur suggested that only he and Lan venture to the foreign land… And what, leave us all behind to sit and rot? If Dreidoj listened, and took to heart every comment, or suggestion that one of his subordinates made, he wouldn’t be in the position he was. His band of followers were becoming restless, he couldn’t bear to wait on Lark and Lan to return.
Drei craned his neck towards the ground as he slowly paced the crest of the soft cliff. Leathery nares inhaled deeply, millions of scent receptors dissecting the difference between earth smells and animal marks. Twenty paces away from where the band gathered, a definitive urine spot soaked into the thirsty soil. That answered all of their questions. “A pack lives here.” He stated, turning with a grin attached to his lips. Both Lan and Larkspur had made mention that the world of Anikira recently beginning to settle into normalcy after an earth shaking war with the Knave band that attempted a coup. The Gaziché leader did not know the intricate workings of the war, who was on the right side, and those on the left, which packs suffered the most, or that the leader of the Knave band was finally ended in his tracks by his own father, who was also the Alpha of Kamari.
All Dreidoj needed to know was that each of the packs would be weary of newcomers, and a large band of foreign wolves barging onto a territory would put a black mark on their reputation, a word that may get around faster than the gypsies could move. Dreidoj wanted to make a good impression on their first host; they would have to play their game safely. Dark chocolate eyes scanned the prairie as the gypsy leader contemplated his options of how to infiltrate the pack strategically when a flicker of movement against the stark landscape captured his attention. He strained to focus his eyes on the moving object but it seemed to disappear in the grass. Sensory system switched into high gear looking for signs of what, or who was out there.
Before long the figure sprung from their cover once more, leaping dramatically into the air and landing hard, although with calculated grace, on the ground. From where he stood, it was hard to tell the different between wolf and coyote, but any candid was better than none. If it’s a wolf, they may belong to this pack, if they don’t - or even if they do… He scoffed aloud at his train of thought as he descended the steep hill. They’ll be more than welcome to join us. At first each paw step was carefully planned, making sure he took his time and didn’t tumble down the hill in front of his followers. His head sporadically rose and fell and his gaze searched the landscape for the life form, and watched where he was placing his paws. Half way down though, the terrain started to smooth and he let gravity take over, sprinting down the remainder of the slope.
Upon reaching the bottom of one hill, Dreidoj was gravely disappointed to discover that they needed to cross another in order to see the canine on the other side. Looking over his shoulder he observed those of his band following his lead, crawling down the hill in a single file line. Mother Yana having the hardest of times making sure she didn’t tumble to her death. “Mirela! Make sure someone stays with Mother Yana the whole time,“ he may not have always liked Yana, but he did respect her, and he would make damn sure everyone else did too. “I’m going to forge ahead before they,” referring to the unknown canine, “leave…” He made a start up the next hill when a thought crossed his mind that he couldn’t ignore, “The rest of you may follow, but keep your distance until I say otherwise. I don’t want to scare them off.”
With his idea relayed to those who would follow him to investigate the creature in the distance, he picked up his pace and raced over the plains. It lifted his spirit to move freely, run without being held back. He moved faster, stretching his legs out further, lowering his body closer towards the ground. Over a hundred yards away from where they began, the land flattened and in the valley the creature, now easily identifiable between wolf and coyote, still stood. His pace rapidly declined to a halt, pausing the group’s advances towards the wolf. Dreidoj turned his gaze from right to left, eyeing those that had chosen to follow. Without saying a word he reinstated his previous order.
Cream colored legs carried him forward. He waited a few steps before he barked out to the Mexican female. “Miss!” He continued his advance until he was a couple of lengths away from her, close enough so that their conversation was private, yet far enough away as to not invade her space, at least not yet. He graciously dipped his head in respect, chocolate eyes peering up at her from under furrowed brow. Seeing as she was alone, he figured the most polite approach would be best. “May I ask why a pretty little thing like you is out here by yourself?” he asked raising his head to meet hers. He wanted to gauge her responses to his mild sexual innuendoes, but he couldn’t deny that she was a beautiful creature.
***** Words: 1,154 Muse: Average Notes: I'm thinking everyone can post their getting to this spot, but until Dreidoj starts to call them over to meet Legacy, we shouldn't worry about posting order.
Way to point out the obvious, Einstein. Mirela thought, struggling up yet another hill after her mate and Lan. Well, of course this had to be the lands they had been sent to! This was where Lan had led them, after all, unless he really had no idea where he was going and was just leading them in circles, which Mirela really wouldn't put past the newest member. Pausing, she turned to look back at her rag-tag group, grinning widely, though it wasn't out of fondness for them. Rather, it was out of her own excitement. Who knew what sort of oppurtunities awaited them in this new land? "We're here..." she spoke in a soft monotone, nodding to the rest of them before turning back to Dreidoj, who was currently sniffing at a scent marker on the ground. Hopefully all of them knew the drill- stay where they were until Drei gave the okay, then use all of their charms to get into the territory and entrance the members. However, her train of thought was momentarily interrupted by Dreidoj speaking up once more, his voice filled with authority.
“A pack lives here....Mirela! Make sure someone stays with Mother Yana the whole time.“
Oh, how Mirela wanted to tear into his throat for his know-it-all stupidity. Of course there was a pack here, with the scattering of urine markers all over the border! Stifling a growl under her breath as he commanded her to pick out a member to stay with Mother Yana, her gaze swept over the crowd, noticing how much Yana was stumbling about. Yes, as annoying as the old female may be at times, she was a needed asset to the band, and so they certainly didn't want her dying anytime soon. "You heard him! Rhyanne, stay with Mother Yana and make sure she doesn't kill herself going up these hills, hmm?" she spoke, her voice filled with an "I-don't-care-what-the hell- you- think" attitude. As much as Rhyanne would want to see the new lands, Mirela had to pick someone to stay with their ailing Seer, and Rhyanne was the only choice, seeing as Esmeralda seemed to have mysteriously vanished recently. Not that Mirela really cared, they could always find another female to replace her. Nodding to herself and seeming satisfied with her choice, the Gaziche alphess turned back to see a lone female up ahead, pouncing on what appeared to be a small rodent of some sort. Smirking, Mirela cocked her head at the female, watching as the rodents continued to evade her grasp. If this was a female of the pack, that would be good, if she was a potential new member, that would be even better. They needed some extra spice around here.
“I’m going to forge ahead before they leave…the rest of you may follow, but keep your distance until I say otherwise. I don’t want to scare them off.”
Nodding back to the group to put extra stress on the order, Mirela chose to trail slightly behind Dreidoj, staying to the back and slightly left of him so it wouldn't appear as if she was stalking him all the way up the hill. Finally, at the crest, the terrain grew a bit easier to navigate, but now the female had given up on the small hunt and instead took to watching them with keen interest in her eyes. As Drei stopped and signaled to the group his orders to stay behind once more, Mirela simply sat back on her haunches, choosing to watch the exchange between the two. Though, if Dreidoj or the female got too out of line, Mirela wouldn't hesitate to put both of them in their places. Yes, she was Drei's mate, but that didn't mean she couldn't remind him that she was also in charge from time to time. Watching as her mate stepped closer to the female, the alphess simply rolled her eyes a bit, watching with keen interest as Dreidoj rapidly closed the distance between the two. However, his next words were enough to send Mirela into "alphess red alert".
“Miss... may I ask why a pretty little thing like you is out here by yourself?"
At that moment, it was clear that Mirela would have done an arupt faceplant into her palm had she been a human. Instead, slightly hissed lyrics left her maw, giving Dreidoj a slight warning that he might want to step back a bit with his wooing of this female. "Drei, we didn't come here to have love affairs with other females!" she spat quietly, then averted her gaze while the two continued to do- well, whatever it was that they were doing. While she was likely to get chewed out by Dreidoj for that statement, at this point she really didn't care about what her punishments were for such actions. Besides, they wanted to make a good impression upon these wolves, and snapping and snarling at each other wasn't likely to be the best way to go about it. Instead, Mirela chose to mutter under her breath to herself as she continued to watch the exchange between the female and the Gaziche alpha, while keeping one eye upon the group. Who knew what sort of trouble they could get themselves into while their alphas were occupied?
One by one a surprisingly large group of figures crested several of the distant hills, heading straight for her. Legacy quirked a brow. This was new. Normally when wanderers appeared they were either alone or a partner. This, however, was an entire band. She hadn't known the loners were banding together again. After Ardemu had fallen she thought most had preferred to go their separate ways. No one wanted to be mistaken for a second merry band of murderers.
As what she assumed were the leaders started to break away from their followers, the Mexican shoved her thoughts to the back of her mind. She had more important things to worry about. It seemed they wanted to speak with her, and one of them was coming fast. Not moving a muscle, she held her ground well while adopting an air of aloofness. Terror wasn't with her currently so she felt no need to feel defensive. That meant she was free to act as she pleased, even if she wasn't quite feeling the emotions.
Of course, the words of the male as he halted himself several lengths away from her were enough to spark Legacy's interest. Was he flirting with her? And that other female that hung back seemed none to pleased with his actions either. Maybe this was her chance to finally break free of the chains Rapture had placed upon her in their initial encounter. Maybe this was her chance to feel pretty again. It had been so long since she'd flirted or even teased. That old nature of her's had been long buried. Yet as she eyed the handsome male, it was suddenly slowly working its way back to the surface. It didn't matter if his look was objectifying her or not. It had been so long since she'd truly felt wanted that she couldn't let the opportunity pass.
Smugly glancing at the female in the distance, she rose to her paws and proceeded to close most of the distance between herself and the stranger. She felt a little odd, not used to such blatant action. Just because she was a little rusty didn't mean she was going to stop though. Her expression was coy, brown eyes dancing with life that had long been thought to be dead. "That depends, handsome," she spoke quietly, stealing another glance at the female on the hill. "Maybe I was looking for a little fun. A pity you brought along the missus."
Already Legacy was feeling rejuvenated. She had forgotten what it was like to charm a male. Motherhood had only further decreased her own worth, Terror's appearance a blatant reminder of the nightmare she'd gone through to get him. But this male... He knew nothing of her past and of her son. Whether that Grey wolf was his mate or not, the Mexican wanted to play his little game. The Gypsies would be getting more than they bargained for with this one. Legacy was not above rewarding "good boys" with exactly what they wanted whenever they made her feel like something more than just a cheap whore. Her tail wagged slightly as she waited for him to make the next move.
Coffee colored eyes met those of the approaching Mexican female, diligently observing her as she strode closer. He was constantly making mental notes of acquaintances and companions alike. There were always certain things he looked for when meeting someone, such as if the creature seemed to be harboring an external injury, present or past; neither of which this female had. He also focused on her expression, the slightest of variations held clues to what she was thinking and feeling. Her aloofness settled his nerves, after such an event that taken place on these lands, being confronted by a large band of wolves would have possibly sent any other wolf running for their Alpha; unless of course, this female was the Alpha or one of them.
A stark bird marked the somber sky, stealing his attention away from the beauty sauntering his direction for a moment. He watched the crow circle once around them, eyeballing the happening going on below him, and then flapped his wings a few times and sailed off in the wind. When his gaze returned to the female, his chin was still raised with a modest smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. The handsome grin dissipated as a single lobe swiveled behind him, catching the sound of a second set of advancing pawsteps; an unwelcomed third party encroaching on his burgeoning conversation with the lone female.
His mood couldn’t help but be lifted, if only slightly, as the femme’s velvety tones wrapped around his ears. Sooner than he had hoped, the moment fell to the ground, shattering into a million fragmented pieces as Mirela stepped aside him, her sharp words nearly cutting the Mexican female off. Dreidoj shifted his weight uneasily, an embarrassed grin playing on his mug. “Yes, well-” he stammered, a futile attempt to take Mirela’s jab in stride, but the Mexican dame inserted her opinion before the Leader could finish reconciling the conversation.
Cinnamon hued auds laced back against his head as he decided to reign in Mirela’s new found confidence level. Inhaling slowly, Dreidoj puffed out his chest and took a step forward, commanding presence as he intercepted the two females, piercing gaze fixated on his mate. Exhaling, he took a fighters stance, lowering his head so it was parallel with the terrain, hackles raised from the nape of his neck to the base of his tail, which shadowed authoritatively. He began to gently sway, gathered himself, preparing his muscles for what he would be asking of them.
Dreidoj managed to capsize Mirela more with tact rather than brute strength; the mates were fairly matched in body mass, Drei being slightly large thanks to his gender. Legs encased his mate, and the two were chest on chest, nose to nose. “It would be wise to hold your tongue…” Although his voice was hushed, his tone made what he said next very clear. “Next time you feel like voicing your opinion you will be stripped of your title,” he seethed between clenched teeth.
Normally, Dreidoj would have just shot Mirela a look, or went about as if she was not even there. Normally, Dreidoj commanded that the Gaziché gypsies act professionally around foreigners. Mirela knew their game all too well, and her knowledge was the fuel for her bold move. He would make sure just such a bold move would not be made again. Drei commanded respect, and if his wrath had to be taken out on his mate, then so be it.
Liquidly he recoiled off of Mirela, holding his ground between her and the foreign femme. Still scowling, he added another comment, “Go check on the others…” His voice trailed off as he waited for Mirela to gather herself and walk away. He turned around, satisfied with his work, and smiled sheepishly at the beauty patiently waiting. Sighing lightly, chocolate gaze drifted to her dainty paws.
There was a pregnant pause between the duo, but as Drei lifted his head he was chuckling softly. “I’m sorry about that Miss,” he said between bouts of soft laughter. “Where were we?” he asked, a handsome grin playing on his lips. “Ah, yes. I am Dreidoj, leader of the Gaziché Gypsies,” he began, lending a look over his shoulder. “We’re looking for the Alpha of Kamari. Do you know where we might find ‘em?” he asked smoothly, eyes roaming over the curve of her body, the way her markings accented her almond shaped eyes.
***** words: 741. muse: below average. notes: sorry for the major power-playing Jk, but I had to keep this moving.
"That depends, handsome. Maybe I was looking for a little fun. A pity you brought along the missus."
Mirela simply let out a small snort at the female's statement, continuing to glare daggers at Dreidoj as the two quickly closed the distance between them, wagging their tails and looking at each other like a bunch of love-struck owls. Mirela inwardly gagged at the sight before hushed lyrics escaped her maw. "Yes, a real pity.." she muttered softly, offering the female a slight irritated flick of her tail before turning to look back at the pack. So far, they really didn't seem to be doing much of anything, other than rigidly keeping to Drei's orders to stay in line unless told otherwise. Giving a slight nod to all of them, the Gaziche alphess looked back at the flirty Mexican female, silently wondering if she was the alpha of these parts. If she is, then she's not doing a very good job of it. she snickered inwardly, yawning a bit as she pawed at the dust absent-mindedly. Oh, how she wished that they would get a move on instead of standing here flirting with females of the pack. However, Drei's next actions were enough to make her think twice about her previous words.
“Yes, well-”
Before Mirela even knew what was happening, Drei had stepped between the two of them, taking a fighting stance and tackling Mirela to the ground. Yelping, the Gaziche alphess slammed into the ground with all the force of a freight train, striking out with her teeth at Dreidoj's leg as she did so, trying to make him loosen his hold on her, or at the very least, stop squashing her to death. However, Drei had wrapped himself around her and was refusing to let go. "You.. basss... taarrddd..." she hissed out, twisting her neck around to relieve it of the soreness. Her whole side ached like hell now from her collision with the ground, and it was likely that she'd be sore on that side for awhile. The fiery hate that was burning inside of her, however, blocked out all of the pain that she was feeling, and she focused all of her energy into squirming around beneath her mate, trying to make it increasingly harder for him to hold his grip on her. "Get off me, you fat... ergh.. asshole.." she squealed, continuing to writhe around while looking pleadingly at the members of her band, praying that someone, anyone, would speak up and end this torture. Though, Mirela should've known to not get her hopes up. The members, like Drei, didn't care the drop of a leaf about her, so why should she hope that they would help her? Why did she ever choose to become an alphess? Well, granted, she hadn't had much of a choice anyway, but still.
“It would be wise to hold your tongue… next time you feel like voicing your opinion you will be stripped of your title. Go check on the others…”
Mirela glared murderously up at Dreidoj, and she couldn't help but inject one last sassy remark into the conversation. "I'd like to see you try." she spat, relaxing slightly as Drei recoiled off of her, but she still kept her guard up as she rose, spitting sand and dirt out of her mouth as she did so. This was outrageous. An alphess was supposed to be treated with respect, but did she get any of that so-called respect? Absolutely not. The young female may have been Dreidoj's mate, but she was treated like nothing more than the dirt at one's feet, just waiting to be stamped on and then brushed aside. Why, of all the wolves in the pack, did she have to be the daughter of an alphess? Why couldn't she have been an Informant or a Seer? At least then she would get respect from her fellow packmates. But no, instead she had the most important position in the pack and yet nobody bothered to acknowledge her for it. Growling with rage, eyes ablaze, she backed up a few steps, baring her canines at the female while her whole body trembled with anger. Using all of her self-will to not spring at the Mexican and tear her limb from limb for her stupidity, she simply let out a loud snort in her direction, biting back several choice swear words that she longed to spit at both of them. At this moment, it would be wise of her to hold her tongue and just let Dreidoj do the talking. Before she could go back to the group, however, her mate spoke once again, taking advantage of the angry silence between the two.
“I’m sorry about that Miss, where were we? Ah, yes. I am Dreidoj, leader of the Gaziché Gypsies... we’re looking for the Alpha of Kamari. Do you know where we might find ‘em?”
Snorting, Mirela butted in one last time, shooting a small growl of annoyance in the female's direction. "And I'm Mirela, his so-called "missus". Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pack to babysit." With that, the Gaziche alphess turned and cast one last glare back at Dreidoj before trotting down to where the pack was sitting, trying to ignore their burning, inquisitive stares. "What're you looking at?" she snapped, slinking under a nearby bush and laying her head on her paws miserably, fresh tears shining in her eyes. Hopefully none of the members would make a smart comment about what had just happened, because Mirela was really not in the mood to deal with their shit right now. Not only had she been treated like dirt by her own mate, but she had also been humiliated in front of her entire pack. The Gaziche alphess curled up into a ball and allowed a strangled sob to escape her throat, silently praying that this whole encounter would be over with soon. She didn't think that she could take much more of this.
Legacy watched in mostly amusement as the female was handed her rear on a silver platter. The words left her maw before her brain had a chance to catch up with them, a hint of lust outlining her voice. "Big boy likes to play rough." The licking of her lips following such a phrase only added to her desire. It had been much too long since she'd really let go of herself. Rapture had managed to ruin her by giving her exactly what she'd asked for. And yet, if it had really been that terrible she never would have gone back to him...
Wincing, she tried to drive those thoughts from her mind. Now was not the time to be thinking about that bastard. There was a perfectly good male right in front of her, and as she watched him crush and threaten his mate she couldn't help the feelings that stirred. Legacy had always had a certain taste for dominance.
As Mirela stalked off, the Mexican female didn't bother to hind her soft chuckle. She'd found the whole scene quite funny. Clearly that female did not know her place and a little public humiliation always lifted the spirits. She was half-tempted to call after the retreating figure, but held her tongue for once and instead turned her eyes back to the male. Dreidoj really was a handsome beast. Taking a few more steps closer, she stared up at him with doe-like eyes. A coy smile was on her lips.
"What do you want with old Zethrox?" she purred, raising a delicate brow. Her tone was suggestive as she dared another glace behind him to his little band of rogues. "I'm sure I could show you a much better time. Name's Legacy." Licking her licks, she let her eyes find his face so he could more easily read her desires. While having an audience wasn't really high on her list of favorite things, she'd made due in the past and it would be hilarious to see Mirela's impatient face as she played with the Gaziché leader.
It felt good to flirt again, to put herself out there without a care in the world. When she wore this mask, Legacy tended to lose all sense of self. Right now that was exactly what she needed. What happened when the flirting was over with was inconsequential. Things would either go her way or they wouldn't. More likely than not they wouldn't, but the fact that she could act like her past didn't matter for these few brief moments made her crave this game that much more.
Mirela has always been stubborn, so it was no surprise to Dreidoj when she interrupted his conversation a second, or was it even a third time? His mate, for although that was her title, did not concern Drei, she never really had. It was the downfall to an arranged partnership. On the upside, she was able to call herself a leader of the Gaziché gypsy band. The downside was that chances were, one or both parties of the relationship were not going to respect the other. The Gaziché Leader mentally shrugged his mate off, far too intrigued with the Mexican female to honestly care anymore about what Mirela had to say, or anyone for that matter.
Everything around him seemed to fade away into a blurry haze; the landscape beyond the beautiful femme, the gathering of gypsies on the knoll behind him, the remarks Mirela made to the others upon her retreat. His world had slipped into a dream like state, where the only clear object, the only thing that honestly made sense, was standing directly in front of him, and coming closer. Chocolate eyes started in mild amusement at the effects this female had on him. She amazed him, and he wasn’t sure why, or how. Her lips began to quiver as she produced words that were inaudible to the male. Luckily for him, she wasn’t half way through her question before his hearing returned, “…want with old Zethrox?” Parting his jaws in an attempt to give her a clever response, Dreidoj found that his brain had all but shut down. Closing his mouth quickly, so that she didn’t think of his as an idiot he watched her eyes fall on the group of wolves behind him.
With an urge to follow her gaze, Drei was halted by another surprise. He was as moveable as a one ton boulder. Silk smooth tones continued before he had time to react to this new symptom, constricting around his ears, hidden meaning invading his brain, producing vivid mental pictures of him making love to- to… “Names Legacy.” He was shot gunned from his day dream, the world now just as clear as always. But for a moment, the Leader lost sight of his duties. Fueled by Legacy’s strong sexual innuendos, Dreidoj lifted himself to all fours and slowly paced around to her rear. All he ached for was to mount the beautiful creature and fulfill each of their desires. Before reality struck, Dreidoj greedily and shamefully inspected her genitals with his cold nose. She was far from being in heat, but he wanted to retain her intoxicating scent, for when the time came, if she would let him, he would take her.
Lifting his head out from under her tail, he looked to the female with bedroom eyes. “’M sorry miss,” he said, raising his brows slightly. “I mean, Legacy” he corrected himself, practically purring her name. He casually strode up along her side and nuzzled his nose into her nape, and whispered, “You show me to Zethrox… And I’ll show you ultimate pleasure…” Scoffing lightly, he pulled away from her, just far enough that she could turn and see him wink.
***** words: 530. muse: average. notes: end thread after Legacy response...?
The sudden invasion of her personal space, while catching, was not at all unwelcome. A sultry moan reverberated in her throat, paws taking an involuntary step backwards to better press herself into him. She rather liked his nose down there. It was different, much gentler than Rapture ever was. Sure, Rapture was delicious in his own right. The connection she had with the Mexican male was one of dependency, however. There relationship extended no further than mutual satisfaction. The promises this male was making sounded far better than her disgusting little pact that had brought about the birth of her son.
A whimper left her when he pulled away, eyes swiveling to peer at him sideways as he crawled his way up her side. His touch was so sweet, so gentle. It had been so long since a male had dared to treat her as a lady. The effect it had on her was mind-numbing. She was melting into his every touch and yet the real fun hadn't even started. Which is why she scowled as his voice caressed her.
Legacy must have looked like an odd cross between lust and fury as she pouted a glare in his winking direction. The soft whine that left her as she pulled herself closer to him clearly conveyed her want. Even with anger lacing her husky whisper, it was clear he had her under his spell. Impatience betrayed her as licked his ear, relaying her own priorities. "The only thing you should be sorry for is making a lady wait. You'd better measure up."
Then she pulled away completely, turning her back to him and purposely giving him a nice view of her rear. Her head arched back, nose pointed to the sky as she let out a short, clipped howl. The sooner this meeting was over with, the better. Mating season had set her hormones on fire and she would not rest till someone gave her exactly what she wanted. "Zeth, we have company!"
