Grunts and groans bounced off the rocks, though they were not the exertion sounds the male was accustomed to making. Usually it took a lady to get him to elicit such sounds, and they always contained a note of pleasure. But these particular noises held no hints of enjoyment. In fact, they portrayed the exact opposite emotion. This wasn't the sort of physical effort he was used to being engaged in. But Acarapi had a point to prove, and he wasn't about to give up.
The Red wolf's seventh birthday was upon him. He was an old man now, an elder. He was another year closer to death. And what could he say he'd done with his life? Well, he'd certainly satisfied a lot of females. Children of his bloodline were left behind in every place the Gaziché Gypsies traveled to, destined to never know their sleazy father. But, at the moment, he wasn't feeling very fulfilled. Chances were he just needed to get laid again in order to fix that feeling (and enjoy a little birthday sex), but until he came across a new little cutie he had decided to try another type conquest.
He had wandered into the Xisyn territory and, after coming the Belashi Butte, had been struck by an ingenious idea. What better way to prove he was just as spry as any young wolf than by climbing up to the top of it? Acarapi had been embarked upon that decision for well over an hour now. Progress was slow; the further up he went the more exhausted he became. But he was determined to persevere. There was no way he was going to let some silly little boulders get the best of him. He would make it to the top if it killed him!
With one final leap he finally heaved himself up to the top of the butte. The lanky male was breathing heavily, each breath wheezing as he tried desperately to catch his breath. But he'd done it! He had succeeded! And now that he was at the top he could rest easy. Padding forwards several steps he finally chanced a look around. Silver optics danced across the gorgeous view, an egotistical smirk crossing his maw. He had done it! Now if only there was a pretty female up here someplace just waiting for him to take her as his reward.
Taske sighed softly to herself, her feet hurt and so did her body. But she was not in great pain she had healed over the week that, and beside she was strong and young, and her hurts where nothing. But did that storm bang up her body.
Taske moved on her body complaining softly, but even so she was still strong and able to swiftly maneuver over and around the rocks that seemed to litter her path, but what did she expect from a rock mountain? The ebony girl stopped and snorted softly to herself, she was being absurd in that line of thought, rocks where everywhere, there was no avoiding that. But the reason she found herself up on this giant rock was the view, she was told by the wild eyed female that this was the best place to look at her surroundings, and so, Taske was set on climbing it.
So the amber eyed female got up early in the morning on the beach that she first found herself and traveled swiftly to this Belashi butte to look upon her new home. So it took her a day to get at the base of it then a night to rest her hurting body then early the next morning she started to make her way up the rocks. She was in no hurry, she she decided to take it slow, to conserve as much of her strength as she cold, just to she could always be ready for anything that may be at the top. But even though Taske was taking her time, she still reached the top in little after noon.
Her bright eyes looked out. She caught her breath, it was a lovely land filled with vast planes and forests, it was a wolves dream, something that could support any strong wolf pack. Taske dreamed of having her paws touch that of every part of this island, she dreamed to seeing everything that should be seen, and this was the first step.
She blinked a few times and sat, her mind racing with thoughts of what she could see, what adventures she may go on, what new things she could learn about the world around her. Things seemed to be looking up for her, at last.
She sat there for a while, just looking out into the sky, dreaming, wishing, and hoping for everything her home land could never give her, but the quite was not to stay hers. Labored breathing came from the other side of a large rock. Taske flicked her ears, she could hear him like he was standing next to her, he was that out of breath. Taske humphed softly to herself, then turned back to her view, she thought him little danger if he became so out of breath. Turning her eyes back to the view she would just ignore him.
It took some time but eventually Carp caught his breath long enough to take a better look around. The panting slowed, his lolling tongue retreating back between his jaws. The burning ache in his muscles receded and his heart rate returned to normal. Feeling fit again, he began to move about the rocky terrain. He carefully committed to memory everything he saw. It would come in handy should he need to lie about a fortune of conquest. Dreidoj would probably be glad to have the information as well, not that he really planned on talking to the Leader any time in the near future. At the moment he was trying to avoid having to deal with the repercussions of getting Revan pregnant, especially since the rest of the band did not yet know about Mikko.
But all thoughts of any reports quickly fled his mind the moment he moved around the boulder he'd been resting near. A new sort of burn heated his flesh as a seedy smile crept up his muzzle. So apparently an afternoon delight was waiting for him at the top of the butte. It must have been his lucky day. Acarapi licked his lips, a hunger shining in his eyes. Slowly he padded towards the black beauty, gait smooth and casual. He let his most charming expression creep over his face, his looks taking on all the appeal of a ruggedly handsome older man.
"Afternoon, gorgeous. It's an exquisite view, is it not?" The rich baritone wrapped his words in a pleasant voice. He was doing his best to hide the fact that he was still a bit winded, the only hint being how rapidly his chest was rising and falling. After all, he was in the company of a delightful female now. He could not give her a foul impression. To do so would be disastrous, especially if it was to go in the direction he intended. Already he had decided she would be his reward; now it was just a matter of charming his way inside of her.
His tail wagged backed and forth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, counting down the seconds until he would get what he wanted. It also served to show that he was no threat, or at least provide that illusion. He was a master deceiver after all, a charmer, a fortune teller. And he really didn't have to do this the hard way if he did not have to. Thus far the inhabitants had been more than accommodating when it came to his... needs. He wasn't expecting to have to change tactics now, though a change in plans would do nothing to stop him.
Taske blinked, her amber eyes still sharp but soften while looking upon the horizon, her scares where bothering her some in the heat, they itched more and more, as summer creep on them, so what ever took her mind of of her discomfort was good.
A large sigh erupted from her muzzle, as she cursed silently to herself. Taske had wanted to have a quite afternoon alone, with no wild eyed admirer fallowing her footfalls, but it seemed that the older male had other plans. The very moment he padded close to her his steps quicken, but that was fine as long as it was away from her...
Another large sigh, he was not moving away form her like she wished, but instead to her, a small prance in his steps and his tail low and wagging. Taske turned her eyes holding frustration, she was in no way a people person, and she just wanted to be alone in this nice place with the nice breeze hitting her fur.
She eyed him, her amber eyes growing sharper at his voice. He talked like a playboy and Taske had no use for playboys. All those types wanted where females bodies, and she was not going to give up hers to anyone.
Flicking her ears at him, she turned back looking out into her new world, ignoring him further. She hoped with this little turn down he would just give up and walk away, she was a large female after all, and young so he would not be able to any anything to her against her will.
That made Taske smile, like any wolf could force them self upon her! She was, as was said before, large with large muscles. So any attack that would happen she would be able to fend off with no trouble at all.
Acarapi chuckled. So she was playing hard to get, was she? Truth be told that only made the idea of having his way with her even more delightful. He'd caught the frustration in her eyes. In his mind, there was only one type of frustration and it was always of the sexual nature. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. The difference was, she just didn't realize it yet.
"Come now, my dear. Is that any way to greet a friend?" he cooed, drawing even closer to her. There were still several feet between them at this time, the Red male's steps slow and carefully measured. He wanted to make sure he placed himself to have the advantage. The edge wasn't that far off, and that was the side he could not afford to be on. There were also a good deal of large boulders scattered about which he would use as a fence if need be. Depending on how she wanted to play, he was already forming a plan to trap her between the edge and the boulders. Then her only choice would be to let him have his way or risk falling to her death.
So what if she was larger by several inches? He wouldn't deny a big girl proper pleasure. And after the rarity of his new Tasmanian Tiger-Wolf it would be a nice change of pace. This one reminded him a bit of Revan with her dark pelt and Tundra species. If Revan was his standard for Tundra wolves on this continent, he was sure a chance to have this one would most definitely be a pleasurable experience. Just the thought of matching past standards and enjoying his reward was enough to get the fire burning in his loins despite the fact that it was not mating season.
"I wasn't expecting to find company up here. Fate must be smiling down on us today." A lazy smile turned up one side of his face as finally he halted. He stood about three feet away now, his body perpendicular to her's as he watched every little move she made. He had been sure to keep his voice friendly, and he was by no means as forward as he had been with Mikko. No, that sort of tactic would not work just yet. Instead he was trying to lure her into conversation, wanting to get her comfortable so as to make his plans less difficult.
Taske looked over at him again, this time her eyes holding anger. He was still playing the field it seemed. Still trying to get her affection, like any playboy. It seemed that no matter where she was there where always those types...
She humphed at him, showing him just what his words meant to her. "Good Sir, I do not and will never consider you my friend." A soft growl left her muzzle. She was in no way in the mood for this, all she wanted was a nice day alone, and all that seemed to be over.
Taske got to her paws, ready to make her way back down the rocks and back to the island she first washed up on, at least there she did not have to deal with a helpless playboy. But as she turned she saw that the male had moved in on her, seeming to trap her between the large rocks and the edge of the cliff.
She sighed, having no choice in the matter. She looked him over. He was nice enough looking, with his red pelt, but not her type in the lest. She liked lighter males, white to be exact, that did not hold that hunger within there eyes.
Looking him in the eye she laughed at him. "Fate indeed! Maybe for your death, now move, or I will have to do something drastic!" Taske really did not feel the need to kill him, he was only a male that wanted something most males wanted, but she was not going to stand around and let him git his way, she was just not that willing.
Having that strong personality has helped her in many ways, but it also has hurt her, one example being the day she had gotten her scars.
She braced her feet, allowing herself the best advantage if he where to advance on her in any way. A low growl come from her as a warning.
Boy did this female have a stick up her ass. He'd barely said three sentences to her and wasn't even laying it on thick. And here she was spelling out death treats. Rude much? Acarapi's gaze turned cold, hungry silver becoming metallic as he decided on a new course of action. If she wanted to play rough, then fine. He could play very rough.
"Come now, sweetie. Is that any way to talk to someone you've just met? I've done nothing but try to start a humble conversation, and here you are with the desire to take my life. The future within you is a dark one, child. What would your family think? Their darling little girl spattered in the blood of a poor elder. Your mother would be so disappointed. Surely that is not the life she'd intended for you?" To accent his words he'd let his ears droop, mustering up the most pathetic, sympathy inducing expression he could manage. And he really did look sad and broken hearted, eyes widening and forlorn frown creasing down his jaw as he looked up at her.
The "mother's pride" card was one he'd learned to use a long time ago. It worked on most females. To bring up the bond of what was most likely their closest relationship growing up, whether deceased or still living, often struck a nerve. No good girl wanted to do dishonor to their mother. And the "age" card was simply an added bonus. To think turning seven could now be used to his advantage! As far as this female knew, he was simply a grandfather seeking a surrogate for his long lost child or grandchildren. Other than a few flattering pet names, he had done nothing to insinuate what he really wanted. And because she was judging a book by its cover, she had no idea if her assumptions were off the mark or right on the money. Really, she was this irrational then it was only a matter of time before she slaughtered a true innocent in cold blood. There was so much in a conversation that could be misconstrued, and false judgement left you only with regret.
Taske eyed him, he seemed to recoil within himself, then come out just a bit more annoying then it was before. Going on a spew about something or other, wait, what about.....
Taske's eyes grew sharp, her amber eyes seeming to grow more red then the orange, but that may only be because of the light. Anger seemed to lift everything within Taske. She could feel nor see clearly, but even so she knew that he was still there, why would he leave? He wanted something and rejection just seemed not to be the option with him. She fixed him with her eyes, her face set in a silent growl.
"Who are you, a horny dog, to know anything about me!?" A harsh laugh lifted from her muzzle. "What are you some sort of Fortune Teller? To say I have a Dark path! Well you are not a good one, or else you would know I have NO family!" She advanced on him, her face inches from his.
"My father kicked me out as a pup and my mother let him, so why should I care what they think! For all they know I'm Dead!" She turned ready to push past him, for he was a frail old man and she an angry young filly, she can easily push him over and make her way to a safe place so can take her anger out on.
"You see these scars on my face!? I trusted my father and he gave me a present for that trust, these very scars from his own paws!" She pushed past him, not caring if she pushed him over or not. "Do not try to know me, I have had a long past for one so young." Her eyes seemed to soften as she looked back at him ready to spring away.
Carp's eyes narrowed, his demeanor shifting every second the female dared to rant. By the time she'd spoken her last words, he was no longer looking handsome and suave. Fury flashed within him, head suddenly held low and threatening while his tail rose tall in dominance. A fanged sneer replaced his frown, and the way he looked at her was as if he was staring right into her soul. He had always held an eerie air about him, and that factor only doubled when his temper dared ignite. How dare this child speak to him, belittle him in such a way! That sharp tongue needed to be punished.
He wavered on his paws as her large bulk pushed past him, but fall he did not. For a moment he watched her try and retreat, eyes lingering a little longer on her hind quarters than they should have. Truth be told, anger only fueled his lust. His disgust with her behavior only served to make his body crave her's more. She had at least gotten one point right. He was indeed a horny dog, and the tender pink flesh now dangling from his groin removed any room for doubt. She really shouldn't have turned her back on him.
"Stupid girl," he spat with venom. "Have you no respect for your elders? A Seer looks into your past. Fortune Tellers only know the future. And the only life you've known is a pathetic one. Family ties run deeper than blood, and a mother forced to abandon her pup loves that child no less than the father who did not know he had a daughter." Here his words were reflective of his own past behavior. His daughter, Rhyanne, had not known he was her father up until several months ago. He himself had not known. But now they were together, family, and he had every intention of doing right by her.
He was prowling towards her now, every muscle in his body taut. His pace was quicker than her's, and already he had plan in mind. She may have been larger, but he was fast and had long since caught his breath from the climb. "Why don't I make you into a real woman? Maybe then you'll act a little more mature." There. Now his true intentions were out in the open. He returned her solemn gaze with a smirk and dared to launch his attack. Because Acarapi always got what he wanted, and right now he was trying to mount her.
She watched her face twist in anger, so it seemed that she was no the only one with anger on this butte. Her eyes grew sharp again. "Stupid I may be, but I know the difference between elders that deserve my respect and one that do not!"
She growl at him now, hoe dear he try to tell her who loved her and who does not, she knew full well that her mother had a choice in the matter, she had a choice to let her walk away or to go with her doughtier, but she let her go, with not even a backward glance at her. "Heh, how can a father not know about his own children! Unless hes a dog, and breeds everything that moves!" She spat at him, she could careless about his many children, a real male would know his children would raise them, would be there when they are sad, not make them leave them than when they are grown come back to them!
She felt no fear in this situation, she felt nothing but the fire of anger, she felt nothing but the sting from her past, only his breath on her back. She turned, before he could get any type of grip on her, like hell she would allow any male force them self upon her!
She backed up from him, her teeth beard, her tail high. She was poised for a fight, her paws spread just so to give her the best advantage. "Do you think I would just stand there like some whore and let you have your way with my body!?" Her low growl was a warning to him, to not try anything again. "I have my pride!" She was ready, ready for anything he could try, and he would, she could tell that his craving for her flesh was high and that he would not just give up, not now.
She was a wordy little thing. Well, big thing, really, considering she had a couple inches over him. But that was beside the point. She seemed to not understand that actions spoke louder than words. And the more she talked, the more she backed herself into a corner. If she wasn't careful, she would back right up into a rock. The scattered terrain really did give the advantage to whoever was on the prowl. Unless, of course, it turned into a game of hide and seek. Then the female might have earned an advantage herself.
"I have duties to my pack. She had duties to herself. It was her choice in whether I would see my children or not. Now I suggest you bite your tongue before your ignorance becomes contagious." His tone was cold, harsh. Truth be told, Rhyanne's mother was the one female he'd wanted to keep. And she would have nothing to do with him. That rejection had stung more than the others, so the fact that he had somehow found his daughter was nigh unbelievable. But he had her now, and he made for a much better father figure than he did a mate. If he could just get his paws on this girl, he'd prove that two her (maybe even several times over).
The female got away from him and Acarapi gave a grunt of dissatisfaction. It had been a while since he'd played a game of cat and mouse. He could feel the heat pooling in his groin, the sensations and need for release droving him forward. The more she fought back, the more he wanted her. His body was craving her's. Hungrily he licked his lips as he envisioned the sight of her trapped beneath him in his mind. He continued to close the distance between them, ignoring her warning growl. "Why must you delay the inevitable?"
Taske saw his need and thew fire of desire pooling within his gray eyes. She saw that nothing would stop him until he got his way, until he had the one thing that she was not willing to give him, her body. Her growl turned to one of warning to anger, why did he not get the hint? She was much larger than him, much stronger, and younger, if it where to turn into a race or a fight she would win, she would win with all paws down.
And frankly she was getting tired of this little game they where playing, she was not anywhere close to having fun, and if she kept playing it, things may not end well for her or the playboy. Taske, no matter how much she hated him, did not want anothers blood on her paws, and if she could avoid it, she will not kill him, or even harm him, if it could be helped that is.
The ebony female looked at him, his desire still fully on his face, and she looked around him, looking at the rocks and cliffs surrounding them, she was not in the best position at all, backing up on a large rock with the cliff a bit away on her left, there was only one way away; well two if you count her jumping from the cliff, which she would not walk away from; The other way was to shove past him again and bolt, this time not walking but running, with his older and smaller body, he would not be able to hold out long in the run, she would lose him and then she keep clear of him, and hopefully he would forget about his failed endeavor.
"Well, I am done playing this little game." Taske growled once more and charged forward, positioned herself just so, to make her lunge squarely at his chest, it did not matter if she hit him of not, either way he would be out of her way, and she would be charging down the side of the butte at top speed. It would take much out of him if he chose to fallow, so she hoped that he was wise and stay where he was. She also hoped that she would never see him again, this was unpleasant to her and frankly she would much rather stay from anything as angering as he was...
She was thinking. The way her eyes darted from him to their surroundings and back again, Acarapi knew she was thinking. And he smirked. Because she was probably underestimating him as she tried to plan her escape. The was the beauty of youth. Inexperience was overshadowed by the illusion of invincibility. He was a master at getting what he wanted and age would never hold him back. On top of that, his lighter frame made him quick on his feet so if she was thinking of outrunning him she was in for a real race. The only thing she might have had over him was strength, but with his tact he would even be able to use her own bulk against her. Like the old saying went, "The bigger they come, the harder they fall."
But as she charged, maybe he underestimated her as well. The Red wolf braced himself, muscles taught as he prepared to block her and take the brunt of the blow. Her shoulder rammed into his chest. For a moment it seemed like a stalemate, neither one of them budging. But he was still somewhat winded from his trek up the butte. His paws began to slip as it got harder to breathe, and after several minutes she succeeded in overpowering him. She was already making her way down the cliff side while Acarapi caught his breath.
"Damn it bitch! I'm not even close to through with you!" he barked out, voice carrying after her. And then he was running as well, surprisingly agile for as old as he was. If the incline hadn't been so steep and rocky, he would have made down with ease. But he slipped once or twice, and after adjusting his pace to hold a little more caution he realized it was too late. By the time he reached the bottom, the Fortune Teller had lost her trail. His afternoon delight had gotten away, and all he had to show for it was a lack of breath. Snarling, he stalked off, determined to pick up her trail again once he was feeling a bit better.
