Love at First Sight [Bardou]

[Angel]

Angel’s tail was raised high, waving happily to and fro as she meandered through the gloomy woods that had become her home. The hunter was supposed to be hunting for the pack, but she had been distracted by the beauty of the forest around her and was now aimlessly wandering within its depths. She loved almost everything about Acerbus; the cool air ruffling through her fluffy tundra pelt, the thick fog swirling around her like an ethereal creature, and the way the outlines of tall trees appeared from the shadows as she passed. Many wolves wouldn’t dare to enter the spooky forest, but there was nothing but love for this place in the cheery she wolf’s mind.

This was a wonderful day, and she was sure that Vorilye wouldn't punish her for not doing her duty. Even though he sometimes seemed a little grumpy, she knew he truly had a kind soul and would never hurt a fly. He was merely misunderstood by all those murmuring loners; they didn’t understand that Descai wolves all cared for each other and were a big loving family.

Well, maybe the pack wasn’t quite like that. She didn't really know the other members well, and had in fact come across many strange scents in the forest lately; wolves who smelt like Descai but who she hadn’t met. Angel had tried to follow their trails, but had never managed to follow one right to its owner. It was as if they didn’t want her to find them, silly as that sounded.

The topic didn’t stay on her mind for long though; she had reached Lake Drarynough. The pure white tundra gazed out across the grey water, in awe of its majesty, as she left the cover of the dark trees and softly padded down to the edge of the shore. Barely a ripple stirred the surface, and a low mist hung over the water like a cloud. The shape of a small island could vaguely be seen far off in the distance, a shadow in the gloom. She realised she’d never been there before, and on an impulse she decided that she would explore there today.

So Angel stepped into the cool liquid, sighing at the gentle feel of it against her fur and skin as she slipped further into the misty lake. It didn’t take long before she was nearly fully submerged, only her head bobbing above the surface as she gracefully swam towards her destination. The four year old was a strong swimmer, and after a short while she could make out the outlines of the scraggly dead trees which dotted the island. Finally her front paw connected with solid land and she drew herself out of the water, pausing briefly to give her drenched pelt a thorough shake, which sent tiny droplets of water arcing through the air around her. “Beautiful…” she whispered as sapphire blue eyes scanned the secret little island she was standing all. It was all so lovely... the thick mist, the dead trees and scraggly bushes, and the wide circle of plain flat ground in the centre.

The only thing Descai's lands didn’t seem to hold for her was a friend. Despite her mind telling her otherwise, she felt a little lonely out here by herself, secluded from the rest of the world. Angel craved to be loved, and to be told that she was the most perfect lady in all the world. She dreamed of a handsome male who would sweep her off his feet with his romantic charm and make her feel like a beautiful goddess... A soft whine escaped her maw as images of the perfect world flickered through her mind. Her desires were stronger than ever today; the pretty white female was in heat.



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] He was a handsome brute... while standing still. The greying sunlight added to the soft patterns on Bardou's back, he held himself tall and with a cocky presence, and his ever-flickering eyes revealed a secretive intelligence. But then he'd move. As if someone had flicked a switch, the brute's youth vanished beneath his overpowering limp. Gone was the powerful stature. Gone was his appeal. In its place stood a wolf looking older than his years should have permitted. Only the spark in his eyes proved him young, mischievous. And today that shine represented him as a lustful brute. Disabled or no, Bardou was not exempt from nature's urges. The reason he'd left his birth pack in the first place was to seek out a mate. Though his physique now differed from that of his youth, Bardou still yearned for a partner... or rather, he wanted a legacy. If he couldn't live up to his brother's regal status, then his pups would. Whether they wanted to or not, he'd make them great. There was one question Bardou now sought to answer: who should he pursue? He could lure in some pretty, rugged loner. Yet then how should he keep tabs on the pups? How could he mold them to his liking? He couldn't. That loner, whoever she may be, might wander off to continue her liberating lifestyle; the lifestyle he could never have himself. So his eyes fell to the females of his own pack. He quickly ruled out Shayde; she had pups already and he viewed her as a friend anyway. Noella and Sarin were too... damaged? Yes, that sounded about right. He was left with Angel, the spritely and optimistic packwolf. Though also a bit strange, she was far more likable than the other females. He caught her scent. Bardou ceased his walking and let his tail wag and brush against the ground. Whether or not he wanted her desperately (which he didn't, as the brute had never fallen in love), that scent was enough to pull him forward. He growled decisively and smirked; she was his. No alpha could stop him now. It wasn't like he'd considered Vor's wrath to begin with. He was, after all, untouchable because of Shayde's friendship. Least that's how Bardou saw it. Perhaps his ego was a bit inflated. No matter! She was his, that was final! Bardou advanced forward. "Very beautiful." The lustful brute leaned over the shewolf's shoulder. He split his jaws in a wolfish smile and raised his chin like the confident bastard he was. So he wasn't the prince charming Angel wished for, but he was charming in his own way. If he didn't have an outlandish personality, how on earth would he make it through life without getting trampled on? Exactly! words:: 462 muse:: Decent tags:: Angel ooc:: My posts tend to get better as the thread goes on.

[Angel]

At the sound of a voice behind her Angel turned her head to find herself looking into the eyes of a ruggedly handsome male. What a miracle! She just been dreaming of some male company, and now her wish had been granted. “Why hello…” A coy smile spread across her lips and she blinked her stunning blue eyes a couple of times as if to check that she wasn’t hallucinating (which wouldn’t have been the first time). “I don’t think we’ve met before… I’m Angel.”

Her eyes roved over the male’s body, taking in every detail of his marvelous physique. He was perhaps a little older than her, and a couple of inches too short, but those minor things didn’t matter much to the flirtatious female. To her, he was almost perfect. The various earthy tones of brown, russet, grey, white and black blended together in his soft fur, the patterns the colours created intriguing to the pure white tundra. She could almost get lost in those honey-coloured eyes, and that smile of his made her heart rate increase... He held himself with such pride too, as if he was an immortal being descended from the heavens, or a regal prince come to rescue her from her lonely life in the woods.

Admiration was clear in Angel’s pale blue eyes as she gazed at him; if he could keep up the smooth talking it wouldn’t take long before she was his. It was ridiculous how easily she was falling for a male she’d only just met, but the emotions coursing through her body were quickly overwhelming all rational thought. She couldn’t help it though; she desperately needed someone to love, and any male with enough charm could catch her attention.

He smelt like Descai too, so they could be together forever if they wanted to, and maybe even raise puppies together in the future! Angel’s tail picked up speed at that thought – she had always dreamed of having tiny balls of fur scampering around her paws. The thought never even crossed her mind that her alpha might not want to support a litter of puppies that were not his own; all she could think about was that her dreams were beginning to come true...



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] The femme's admiration for the stranger was evident in the way her eyes lit up from his very voice. Bardou's smirk faltered, only slightly, as she glanced over his appearance. What would she see first? He'd gotten so little chance to dazzle her with his overbearing personality, that Bardou worried her eyes would fall straight to his leg. Usually, the crippled brute aimed to disguise his ailment with a particularly loud mouth and quick wit. But with such a quick introduction... he worried. There was nothing Bardou feared more than rejection and dismissal simply over his body. Hate him for being annoying! Hate him for his sarcasm! But God forbid his mere disability bring him any amount of shame! So, he waited. He held his breath and waited for Angel's reaction. Her expression brightened, and with it Bardou felt his confidence swell and his smirk curve further. He briefly worried over whether or not she pitied him, but eventually the admiration became so clear in her eyes that he waved off any idea of sickening sympathy. He needed no pity. In fact, such an attitude towards him was almost as repulsing as any kind of rejection. But now with his ego restored to an outstanding size, the brute finally saw fit to answer her greeting. With charm, of course. "Angel... the name fits the wolf, I see." He tilted his head with a sultry gleam in his eyes. Not once did he step back from the female. No, he kept within two steps of the female, if not closer. Her alluring scent of sex and lust refused to let him escape. He doubted that even an alpha's rage could chase him away from this wintery wonderland of a femme. And it was her very scent that propelled his charm forward. "I, am Bardou. And before you speak again, you should know that the pleasure is all mine." Cheesy, yes, but that was what so many femmes fell for. If he could not fight off the demons of the world, he could surely draw a female's attention away from it with his gruff, yet ever smooth talking voice. Now since her eyes already twinkled with a sense of worship, surely she wouldn't mind a little... touch? Right? Nothing of ill intent, of course. Bardou was too much of a trickster and a cripple to resort to forceful ways of achieving his goals; rape fell in that category. So with no vulgar acts in mind, Bardou bent forward to lightly sniff her fur. His nose just barely brushed the airy wisps of tundra, but it was the gentleness of his movements he hoped would cause the femme to swoon. "Descai, yes? I thought I smelled your scent around." He spoke in a lower voice while still leaning close to the shewolf. As he drew back from Angel's shoulder, his smile flashed through the fog. words:: 483 muse:: Better tags:: Angel ooc:: Real charmer over heeere.

[Angel]

The pretty white four year old fell so easily for simple charm. After all, she could think of no reason for anyone to fool her, so why not believe other wolves? No one would be so mean as to lie to her, to lead her on and then leave her lying in the dust, to laugh at her gullibility. Angel had never seen the horrors this seemingly perfect world could bring; she had been spoiled her whole life as a child and had been fortunate enough to enter Descai’s protection not long after arriving upon the continent. Besides, whenever something did send her into a state of fear or anger her odd mental condition meant that she didn’t remember anything of what had happened the next day.

So Angel blushed and let out a feminine laugh as the male complimented her, never doubting for a second that he was saying these things because they were true. The innocent femme didn’t realise that some males didn’t have the best intent; if a male showed interest in her she immediately thought it was because he liked her for her personality and maybe her looks, but certainly not because of the space between her legs.

The charmer spoke again, this time with his name - Bardou - and he told her that the pleasure was all his. There was such smooth certainty in his words that the femme’s heart gave a little flutter, the smile on her face spreading even further. Intelligence was high on her list, and that knowing spark in his eye was definitely attractive. Everything about him she admired: his charmingly rough voice, his multicoloured fur, his well-proportioned body... This was love at first sight, she just knew it. Bardou was her romantic prince, a charming male to woo her and bring her everlasting pleasure. He even had a handsome name, foreign and deeply alluring...

As if on cue, Bardou’s nose brushed against her fur (which was still slightly damp from her swim here) as he took in her scent. Angel remained perfectly still as he inspected her, except for her eyelids slowly sliding closed and her ears quivering with delight at his smooth low voice.

“Mmm.” The soft sound she emitted was an agreement to his question about her being in the pack, but there was also a hint of pleasure in the tone; his gentle touch against her fur did feel nice, and his close proximity was very comforting. She felt safe with him here, and if he was as powerful as his proud stance claimed him to be then he could look after her, shield her from any harm that might wish to befall her. Not like any danger could threaten her anyway, protected as she was by the pack. She didn’t even think to ask the male if he was from Descai too; it was such a pointless question in her mind. The pack was so powerful and secure that no loner could possibly come this far into the territory without being detected. Yes, Descai was almighty, and nothing could shake its foundations. This would be the perfect place to raise pups...

The two were all alone together on the little island, surrounded in all directions by flat still water and a thick obscuring fog, effectively hidden from the rest of the world. It was so shaded here under the tall trees that it could almost be night time, the time for lovemaking. “This is so romantic…” Angel murmured, never one for being able to control her mouth. Well… she was actually quieter than usual, her bubbly enthusiasm overrun by the love that was now the dominant emotion in her body. The femme’s heart was swollen with it, extreme adoration consuming every fibre of her being.

Slowly, she lowered her head toward the male and licked the underside of his muzzle, enjoying the taste of him in her mouth as her tongue ran through his fur. Perhaps it was not a gesture that should have been given to one who was lower in the pack hierarchy than herself, but at this moment she didn’t care for official ranks. Bardou was the one who was stirring her hormones and charming his way into the femme’s heart, and right now he was pretty close to a god in her eyes.



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] She looked at him like a god. Though his chin rose and ears perked with a sense of elevated bravado, Bardou - with his ever calculating mind - sought for the reason of her idolizing. He was no fool, and thus knew he was no prince either. No, his brother... dear ol' valiant Maccon, was the prince. He was the leader, the born-to-be-alpha, the lady fucking master! And what was he? Lowly Bardou... always second best. A venomous cloud of jealousy clouded the brute's eyes, like a green monster looking from within. But it quickly diminished as Bardou let his thoughts drift. It was not in his nature - or rather, it was not in the persona he wanted to protray - to let his problems show. The only emotion he wanted to emit was that of confidence. For that reason, Maccon was not a very popular subject for Bardou to discuss or even reflect on. The disgruntled wolf drew himself back to the topic he originally set before himself: what did she see in him? He was... incapable. Though his expression continuously expressed an overbearing ego, Bardou was self conscience to the core. All because of that blasted leg of his! He may not have been an amputee, but the bones in his back leg ground, popped, and pressed against his skin in an unnatural manner; he was deformed. The word struck him hard and sent a shiver down his spine, yet he was careful to not even blink. He still thought about it though... and he imagined how he must have looked through Angel's eyes. She saw something in him, and something great at that. Could she really... like his deformity? Perhaps she saw something valiant in the cause of said injury. Was he - from her point of view - a fallen knight? Had he slipped up when slaying the dragon, and in turn received a token of honor in the shape of injury? Bardou had never taken that view before, but he certainly didn't mind the idea of Angel thinking so. His confidence once more empowered, the brute could now take notice of Angel's developing pleasure. The very quivering of her ears sent signals to the male and encouraged him to push his limits. Slowly but surely, Bardou pressed his shoulder against the female's side while his tail daringly tickled the backs of her legs. With his arousal increasing, the brute found the female's comment somewhat... strange? Was he being romantic? Bardou nearly laughed, but managed to just retain his composure. This shewolf... how easy she was! How quick she fell under his spell! Bardou would play along. "Indeed..." He cast a quick glance at their surroundings - searching for the romance Angel so easily found - before locking eyes with her again. "It's a fantasy turned real, don't you think?" Bardou surely thought so, but for far impurer reasons than those conjured by Angel's mind. Though judging by the female's somewhat... sensual gesture, perhaps her thoughts were not as angelic as her name would suggest. Either way, it was an opening Bardou aimed to take. He stretched out his neck and allowed her to lap at his fur, then gently nosed her ear in response. With a voice low and gruff like a rocky valley, he spoke words of temptation. "Why should we wait years... or months, days, hours... minutes? Why wait for so much time to pass? I don't wish to wait for a danger - some forest demon - to snatch you away from me. Nor do I wish the same to happen to myself." He backed up so to place his left front paw on her hip. "So why wait?" words:: 618 muse:: Good tags:: Angel ooc:: None.

[Angel]

“Oh, yes, exactly…” She nodded eagerly at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness that he felt the same way. Of course, she believed that her opinions about such matters were the general ones, but with the way Bardou spoke it was almost as if he had read her mind. This really was her fantasy, the dream that played over and over in Angel’s wishes. She and the male were deeply in love, and they would stay faithful to each other forever, their adoration never faltering, and every night a romantic evening under the stars. They would have a big litter of healthy babies together, and raise the pups to be talented at everything and have the best lives possible... “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life. You are the one for me…”

Her voice trailed off as he leaned forward and nosed her ear, and soon his smooth voice came again. His warm moist breath touching her sensitive skin made her giggle softly; the fur there was so ticklish and she couldn’t help it. They were indeed covering the bases fast; it hadn’t been long at all since they’d first laid eyes upon each other and already it seemed that Bardou would be getting a home run.

Angel cocked her head to the side slightly as she contemplated his next words, too consumed by her thoughts to notice when he pulled back and moved around to her rear. The possibility of a forest demon snatching her away was a point she’d never considered, and a tiny bit of fear crept into her heart before the whirling river of love swept it away. Bardou seemed to know a lot about these things though; as long as she was under his embrace he would protect her. And she loved him (his flaws were non-existent in her adoring blue eyes), so why not spend every moment possible together?

“From the moment we met my heart beat for you, sir Bardou, my handsome knight… Anything you desire I will give to you…” Her breathy feminine voice gave the words a dreamy romantic tone, but to her they were true. In her current state he was everything, and the awe she used to show towards Vorilye was now directed at the subordinate. Of course, the alpha was still considered omnipotent, but now Bardou was too. Each word the male spoke was music to the dazed femme’s ears, and she wanted so desperately to please him, so much that even if he ordered her to leap off the top off Ryn-Eldbel she would seriously consider it.

It was his voice really which she admired the most, his persuasive way of speaking which made her fur tingle, and the gruff self assurance in his tone. She would give anything to hear his wise words, words which conveyed such absolute truth. He had told her that they should not wait, and her mind had readily accepted the idea. “That makes sense… You’re so clever.” Angel turned her head and smiled at the brute behind her, her fluffy white fur ruffling as a soft breeze stirred through the trees, carrying her heat towards him.

“What are we waiting for?” This time her melodic voice held a hint of curiosity. Angel was no virgin, but her saner state didn’t remember those little... episodes and she wasn’t precisely sure what he was talking about doing. Of course her body knew what she wanted – judging by the moistness in her lower regions – but she wasn’t sure how making love really worked. Bardou must know though; he knew everything, and he could teach her what to do. So Angel moved her legs further apart, taking a relaxed but ready stance as her tail lifted, revealing her femininity until it was displayed in all its glory. Her tone was full of lust as two words came whispering from her mouth. “Show me…”



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] Oh how quickly this girl fell! But while he first found this concept entirely appetizing - a fantasy of his own perhaps - now he wondered if she tripped over her own feet when encountering any male. Would she leave him the second she found another charming specimen? Vor had mated recently with Shayde, so perhaps she thought him taken, then Tike was too young to be considering pups of his own. Was he... a backup male? The very thought fretted Bardou's nerves, but he soon found comfort in a rather perverted reality; as long as he kept her through the pups' nursing period, he could make do. Let her leave if it suits her! But his pups would stay. He'd make sure she had no say in that. "And you are mine." He leaned in to further nuzzle her neck, meanwhile listening to her sweet, sweet words. They dripped off her tongue like honey, only to disappear into the air or toy with his ears. One particular word from the angelic female's lips nearly made Bardou forget about all his crooked intent: knight. So he'd guessed right... Angel did view him as her prince charming, a knight in shining armor. For a brief moment, Bardou wished all her words true. He wished so desperately that she thought of him in such a manner, because while he wanted pups more than anything, he wouldn't mind the ideal family portrait either. Now if she would stay... well, he liked that idea far more than his previous worry. He could see it now. His pups: mighty warriors, hunters, runners, the like... and handsome, or beautiful depending on the gender. Bardou could watch them closely, guide their lives, and all the while Angel might very well stand by his side. Yes, the idea was so perfect even if he hadn't fallen head over heels for Angel. If she adored him truly, what little affection he felt for her would not matter. His love for the pups would fill the void. That much he was sure of. "Nothing. I wait for nothing." Certainly not after that so picturesque daydream! He watched with mouth slightly agape - but with eyes every so confident - as the female revealed himself before him, more beautiful than ever. More exposed. His tail brushed the ground while he snorted with approval. For a first timer like himself, Bardou certainly knew how to pull off an experienced persona. Acting. His entire life was just an act made to cover up his weaker aspects. Right now, he was being rewarded for one of his most successful performances ever. Bardou was glad to reap his prize. "I will my love." His feet proceeded to shuffle along the ground as he positioned himself behind her femininity. With one swift movement - though his bum leg protested loudly through it - Bardou rose himself up and mounted his naive Angel. BLACK OUT words:: 489 muse:: Decent tags:: Angel ooc:: None.