Crystallize (Kismet)

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Zira had absolutely no idea what she was doing down here. The caverns were a barren, lonely place and rather unwelcoming. She much preferred the warm, open places. There, she could literally see the life. Down here, it was only really her, dim light, and the soft drip...drip...drip... of the damp walls. Her senses were limited here, which perhaps was the worse part. Echoes never ended, it all smelled the same, and looked the same as well. It was quite literally hell for those who truly appreciated the sun, the warmth it offered and the life in encouraged.

But, you always had to explore your options. Zira knew she wouldn't really be fond of this place, but she wanted to discovered every single land here before she passed(though she still had some years.) Her eyes did not have the same light they normally did, and though they were still a beacon something wasn't as lively as she normally was. Her meeting with Kismet was pasted in her memory. He was charming, sweet, handsome, and she adored him. He was so good to her, despite her being a stranger then.

Then there was Jericho, too. She saw him in a much more friendly way then she did Kismet, but she had admired his charming bluntness. But still, this evening it was Kismet she was missing.

Her paws became softer the deeper she went. Somewhere inside her, she was hoping to find what she soon would, and know she would. She knew it when the echos somehow became more... Abundant, louder, and deeper. Her delicate steps were hiding her anticipation as she wandered into a larger cavern. And her eyes brightened immediately at the sight. She knew it. After wandering the tunnels the river had carved out, she had found a beautiful and shallow pool of water. It immediately brought a smile to her face, her black lips pulling back with joy. Her tail began to wag now, and she began to circle the pool with a certain skip to her step. Then, she was sort of playing around it with beautiful motions. This is beautiful, Zira breathed to herself.

She took a step into the water, and when she was in the middle of the pool it was only knee deep. Her tail dipped low into the water until the tip was wet. Zira smirked, and with a swift motion jumped out of the pool and swung her tail up, so it created a small rain that casted down on her in a swooping motion. She laughed under it, suddenly joyous she had explored even what she did not like. There was always some light at the end of each tunnel, she knew. As cliche as it sounded, gods she had never thought it true.

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ooc; whhh dunno how i feel about this one but here we goooo

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Kismet yawned widely. He sat up from his laying position and scratched his right ear. Then he stood, stretched lazily, and shook out his fur. Another yawn escaped his maw, and he licked his lips. Shaking his head slightly, he began to move forward. His mind had been on Inaya, a beautiful and mysterious Mexican, ever since he had met her a few days prior. He battled with himself over what to do. Should he be himself, or should he be as distant as possible, to avoid giving her the wrong idea? He didn't know what he should do, but at this very moment, it wasn't a concern of his. He planned on traveling to Caurus the next day to try and run into her, and had just gotten back to the mainland after giving a tour of the island to a newcomer and a local who had never left the Shadar. He had taken a much-needed nap, and during that time, he had dreamt of a different wolfess.

One who had impressed him from the first few moments. One who had nothing that could confuse him. He knew that he liked her, and there was no reason why he should feel obligated to her except for his feelings. There was nothing that could confuse his feelings. And they were strong, and obvious. He knew that it was more than petty lust. She was beautiful: almost the most beautiful wolf he'd ever laid eyes upon. She was humble, sweet, honest, and she accepted him. She had accepted his slow, yet bold, advances, despite the fact that it had been their first meeting. It was like love at first site. Not quite love, but there was definitely a passion between the two wolves. And not only that. Kismet had felt the oddest sensation as he had closed the distance between the two wolves. An electric current had traveled between them in the air. The intensity grew as he neared, and Kismet's muscles had burned for quite some time with the need to touch her. He hadn't--and still didn't--understand the experience at all. But he was glad that he had finally touched her. Her fur had been soft--so soft--and warm. Her scent had been like a drug to him. It had been so easy with her. Like breathing.

His dream had been like a haven. It had almost been a reliving of the night that they met. A contented noise escaped his maw as he recalled the dream. Zira, for that was the name of the wolf who consumed his thoughts, had been laying down in the Shadar. Her beautiful fur was highlighted to an attractive extremity by the moonlight, and her green eyes were closed from view. Kismet had slowly approached, smiling as he did so. He had stopped by her neck to softly lick her muzzle, and bury his face in her neck gently. Then his breath had tickled her ear, and he had whispered to her. She had moved slowly, opening her eyes and turning to look at him. When her green eyes met his blue ones, the electric current suddenly snapped in the air. It fizzled and whirred with surprising intensity. Kismet had felt hungry at once, his muscles burning so badly that they burned as he struggled to control his motions. She had smiled sweetly at him, before inviting him to lay with her. He had stepped over her quickly, and laid down so that his belly pressed against her back. He had slipped his right fore and hindlegs over her back, stretching them over her belly, and curled his tail over her back. He had stretched out his head so that it lay over her neck, his lips at her ear. He whispered soothingly to her, his voice low: almost silent. He smiled against her fur, and sighed contentedly. He felt her returning smile, and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. She had pressed her body tightly against his, absorbing all of his body warmth, and giving him all of hers. Kismet... she whispered his name softly, and it made a shiver run down his spine. The current electrified him, and he licked her cheek meaningfully. Suddenly, the current was too much for him, and he whispered in her ear again. She smiled in response, and turned so that they were belly to belly. She licked his ear and his cheek, and Kismet smiled warmly. This wolf was becoming special to him.

And then he had awoken. He had laid there for a while, soaking in the dream, and wishing that it had been real. It had felt so real...then he had sighed and sat up. As he wandered the land of Anikira, he arrived at Aveline. As he was passing the Eye of Fenris, he suddenly stopped. For a strangely familiar scent trailed into the cavern. Kismet's ears pricked automatically, and he inhaled the scent deeply. A huge smile overcame his face, and his heart began to race. Kismet loped into the cave, just barely going slow enough to keep the scent. It was her. What luck! Kismet's heart raced faster and faster until the scent became strong. He slowed to a walk and silently approached. He wanted to catch her unawares, so that he might see what she was up to. As he approached a wide mouth, the scent of water reached his nostrils. He hadn't noticed it in his approach because his nose had been so full of the wonderful scent that he had been following. Kismet grinned devilishly as he heard a splashing sound. Now, what's she doing? he thought with intrigue. As he approached, he remained in the shadows. But it was almost unnecessary. The female didn't notice him at all. She was too caught up in playing in water. A shallow pool lay in the center of the room, and she was dancing around it. Kismet smiled warmly, amusement sparkling in his eyes. Suddenly, the female entered the middle of the pool, and dipped the tip of her tail in. Then, with one fluid motion, She lept into the air, and flicked her tail over her back. Water sprayed in the shape of a rainbow, cascading lightly onto her back and head. A sweet, bubbly laugh escaped the she-wolf's maw. Kismet revealed himself silently at this moment. A warm, amused chuckle escaped his snowy maw, and his blue eyes sought her green ones. They were filled with joy and merriment, and Kismet's reflected hers.

Oh, hello there, beautiful Zira. You look like you're having fun. May I join you?

"Talking."

WORDS: 1131 | TAGGED: @zira | NOTES: well I love it! It's brilliant (: Maybe they can have a movie moment: they play in the water, and dance around it. Maybe they dance side by side in the middle, and then they get really close, even touch. And then they suddenly stop, and you have the serious, romantic moment? Their eyes meet, and they nuzzle (since wolves don't kiss xD)? What do you think?

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Zira's play was interrupted by a very familiar and sweet presence, and she turned to face Kismet. She had no room in her heart to feel embarrassed he had witnessed her playing like a puppy. She wasn't embarrassed at all, actually. Her joy showed and if there was ever a time to compliment herself, she adored that she was able to express her happiness like such. She turned around quickly to see Kismet smiling at her and her heart jumped in her chest as she smiled big and wide, her teeth visible. Her ears stood taller on her head. Her tail rose and wiggled side to side. His charming words wrapped around her in a blanket of warmth.

Kismet! Isn't this place beautiful! Zira purred happily, running into the water halfway to meet him. Her tail was now wagging and she stomped her front feet in the water twice. Please, come dance with me! She asked with enthusiasm. Her eyes were sparkling with the reflection of the small waves lapping at her knees. Those damned eyes of hers! Her smile had lightened on the excitement and it was becoming more heartfelt and soft, welcoming Kismet to her and expressing her compassion for him as best as she could without out right saying it. She knew it had to be mutual to some extent, and guessed it was. Their fondness of each other was gradually growing and every time they met up, she knew it grew.

To be honest with herself, Zira knew she had strong feelings. Shyness would prevent her from saying it, but she was not shy with body language. So her smile and eyes were working in unity. She took a sloppy step forward, making sure to splash water. Then, she put her front paws out in front of her, raised her rump and wagged her tail. She was now crouching in the puppy-like way wanting to play, needing someone to help her complete her dance. A duet had to have two willing souls. They would then wrap themselves around the other in the most beautiful process imaginable.

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ooc; her first smile is like !!! hahah anyways YES sounds perffff.

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Zira turned to face the male as his voice broke the sound barrier of silence. Her eyes expressed her joy at seeing him, and Kismet was thrilled that she had missed him as much as he had missed her. She smiled widely at him, and her dance stopped. Her ears stood taller on her head, and she lifted her tail to wag it from side to side. Kismet's own tail thundered in response. He slowly approached her, stopping only at the water's edge. She ran back into the water, stopping in the middle, daring him to meet her in the middle with her eyes.

Kismet! she cheered happily. Isn't this place beautiful?!

Kismet nodded happily, and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. Her tail picked up speed, and she stomped her forepaws in the water twice. It was a little dance, and Kismet smiled wider. His tail thundered on, and he let his forepaws slip into the water. She pleaded with him to dance with her, and he needed no second bidding. Her green eyes had filled with happiness at his arrival, and as he neared her they had become softer and softer, and filled with the same emotion that Kismet himself had felt. As Kismet slowly entered the water, Zira took a purposeful step forward, and splashed water on his legs. Kismet paused, and raised a single eyebrow at her. Mischief suddenly appeared in his eyes with lightning speed and intensity. She threw her forepaws out, crouching on them in a puppy-like stance, with her rump in the air. She wagged her tail furiously, spraying him with water. Kismet chuckled darkly, the mischief in his eyes growing until that was almost all that was there. He crouched as well, and then leapt into the center of the small pool. As he landed, he put all his weight into his paws, crouching down as he did so, and the result was monstrously perfect. He splashed a huge wave that angled upwards on both sides. On his right side, the wave flew up over the she-wolf's back. It landed on the other side of her, and when the water fell, it soaked her back.

Kismet laughed merrily, before dancing around her hind-quarters. His tail momentarily twined with hers as he made his way around. As he came to her left side, his pressed his dry fur into hers. But he never stopped moving. He kept coming until their eyes met once more. And then he began to prance in a wider circle around her, lifting his tail so that it arched attractively. He chuckled lightly, staring deep into her eyes as he took up the dance again. Certain feelings flared up like a flame, almost overpowering him. Kismet danced around the female until she took up the dance with him, and then he slowly began to close the distance between them, prancing closer and closer to her body. When he got quite close, he brushed his tail over her side, and then leapt out of the water, and danced around the edge of the pool.

Show me your moves, beautiful dancer, Kismet demanded. His tone was low and weighty with emotion, and his demand sounded more like a challenging request.

"Talking."

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The bark that slipped from Zira's mouth when Kismet had executed a very beautiful splash onto her was completely involuntary, and full of surprise. However, it was not a bad surprise- how could it be! The trick that Kismet had done was a flawless motion and it made Zira see him in a new way; not just some male who had her attraction at the moment, but a gentle, graceful and also exciting male. Her eyes sparkled with admiration, even with her pelt soaked now to her skin. It was nice though, to ease the burning of her entire body in his presence. With him in this moment, that smile claimed her selfishly and would refuse to relent.

Zira's head followed Kismet now as he trotted around her with such a beautiful prance. Her feet were in a radius of movement, for as her circled wide around her in a much larger circumference, she stood where she was an spun in place never breaking their eye contact. Something bound them at this moment like a rope, and slowly Kismet got closer and closer. She stopped spinning now as Kismet closed in and finally, he cooed to her. His tail traced her side and all to quickly he had lept from the water, leaving her there. Zira frowned for a moment, wondering what she could do to possibly live up to what Kismet had just achieved. However, she smirked now and her eyes mirrored the mischief found in Kismet's mismatched eyes.

She started by rolling her shoulders with steps she took, emphasizing the grace she possessed. Her head was low to the ground now, her muzzle almost dipping in the water. Her eyes were pointed up towards Kismet now and she smiled sweetly before she moved. Suddenly, she was up on two paws now and she spun in a full 360 circle, jumped a little and landed in the water with her front paws splashing an array of water around her. It was like she was the center of a swirling tornado. Then, before he hind legs could touch the ground she twisted on her feet then landed. She laughed loudly, proudly, genuinely. Then, she swirled in a tight circle. She jumped again now into a trot to where Kismet was. Her performance was a little more complicated than Kismet's but not nearly the length his was. Those she was short in her actions, she knew it must have had some effect. Still in the water now though, she shook her pelt in a swift but violent motion before standing tall, a sly half smirk pulling at her lips. Her eye brow raised and she laughed.

How was that?

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ooc; her first smile is like !!! hahah anyways YES sounds perffff.

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Zira barked delightedly as Kismet surprised her with his beautifully-arched splash. Her head followed him as he pranced around her gracefully, and their eyes never broke contact. Kismet felt a strong pull toward the femme, but it was so slight that he didn't at first understand what it even was. As Kismet closed the distance between them, she stopped spinning. Something serious flashed in her eyes, but was quickly gone when he jumped away. She looked discouraged for a moment, and then mischief flashed in her eyes. Something fiery jumped in the male's muscles at the look in her eyes. She was so sweet, and so innocent, that the look she gave him made him feel something that he had definitely never felt before. A smirk colored her maw, and the fire electrified Kismet. He shuddered, but kept the emotion completely hidden from the she-wolf in embarrassment. Kismet was ashamed of himself, truthfully. He was so noble, and careful, and had never been in a situation like this one before. He was at a complete loss as to what he should do. But this shame and confusion barely lasted for half a second, before the fire returned to him.

Zira had been apparently unaware of his moment of doubt, and his surging fire. She dipped her head until it almost touched the water, her neck arching gracefully. She rolled her shoulders with every step, and pranced quite gracefully in a full circle. She lifted her green eyes to Kismet's blue ones. The fire burned in his eyes as he stared into her green ones. She looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes, and the fire raged now, burning his entire body with want. She flashed him a sweet smile that sent his heart racing at an accelerated rate. And then she jumped back onto her hindlegs, swirling in a full circle, and jumped in the air. She came down on her forepaws, her gaze never parting from Kismet's, and she swirled on her forepaws before landing on all fours. The result of this simple trick was astounding. When she stood and twirled, the water came up, swirling in a circle a second after her, creating a wall of water around her as she jumped. When she landed on her forepaws, the wall of water fell, as if she commanded it, and then splashed up in an arching array in front of her face. When she swirled, another, shorter, wall of water surrounded the area she had just been in, and she landed with her rump facing the grey male. She elicited a loud laugh. Kismet's eyes sparkled in amusement and he laughed with her merrily.

He was finding it hard to stand on the sidelines. He desperately wished to jump next to her, copying her movements, and creating a wall of water that enclosed the two inside. His blue eyes glittered with fire as she spun in a tight circle again, sending water up once more. She jumped lightly to Kismet's side, and he was grateful for her nearness. She stepped back into the edge of the water, still on the side of the pool, and shook out her coat. She shot water in every direction. Half of it landed on Kismet in single droplets. They stood on the end of his fur like dew, only making him even more handsome. They made his snowy coat seem to glow in the darkness of the cave. She stopped, stood up, and turned her gaze on the male once more. With a sly half-smirk, she burst out laughing at him, and Kismet chuckled lightly. She had gotten her revenge on him for drenching her by shaking out her coat on him.

How was that? she queried.

Kismet's eyes were alight with fire again. A very serious light came into his eyes, and honesty shone brightly in them, as he replied instantly.

Perfect.

He emphasized the word greatly. The fire smoldered his usually piercing blue gaze into a warmer, deeper blue that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Zira's green eyes pierced deep into his, and he felt himself opening up to her completely. He wanted to share everything with this incredible Valley. At this moment, he would not reveal his past, or the problems that he still dealt with. The guilt that constantly tried to cut him down; the regret that stabbed at his organs every time he thought of his sister. Later. He would tell her later. For now, he wanted to share every joy with the wolfess. He wanted to feel her warmth by his side, wanted to dance with her and revel in her lack of self-consciousness. The lack of such a thing was so rare! He knew it despite the short time he had been with the she-wolf. It was an obvious result of her humble nature. But right now, she accepted all his compliments opening, and returned all of his flirtatious advances. She not only accepted everything he did, but she responded. And every response only brought the fire back at higher and higher temperatures. Kismet knew that he would soon reach an inferno, a climax, but he did not think of this now. After he responded to the female, he dropped down by her side, pressing his side into hers briefly. He reached around with his maw, licking her ear sweetly, and then hopped away, back to the middle of the pool. He did so without so much as a quiet splash, proving his incredible grace and skill, even in water. He took up his graceful prance once more, circling the center of the pool. He desperately wished for Zira to join him in the dance this time, instead of simply watching him. He wished for her to jump until they were opposite each other, so that he could dance with the she-wolf. He was desperate to see how good she was as a partner.

Dance with me, darling.


"Talking."

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The only thing now that Zira was aware of was the burning of Kismet's eyes on her. Suddenly, all the outgoingness she knew was shy as she was fully bowing to fact that Kismet watched her with these beautiful eyes that only knew her at the moment. It was such a strange sensation, being the only thing that existed to someone. There was so much pressure that came with that, and with that came the fear of judgement. It was inevitable. However, Zira would like to say that she knew Kismet enough now to know he wouldn't judge her. By the way he stood and watched her, Zira could tell he was as awestruck by her right now than she was of him every moment they met. She smiled softly, shyly, doubtfully.

When he cooed that word to her, she almost melted where she was. That's what you are, Kismet, she thought to herself. At this moment, she found herself like she had never been before. She had no control over herself, something she had not known existed in her clawing its way through her inner being and claiming her as its own. Tendrils of an unknown source wrapped around her and made her move, speak, and feel like she had never done. Whatever it was, it would never had been discovered were it not for the heartbreakingly beautiful male before her. Their eyes bore into each other's with this unknown sensation, as well. Everything was suddenly new to Zira, and Kismet would teach her these strange things. Zira felt like a pup, her steps unsure and confused now. She watched as Kismet pranced to her with grace almost greater than her own. He rubbed his body on hers, and if wolves could blush at this moment she would be doing exactly that. His tongue had flicked at her ear and before she could respond, he was away from her.

Grace defined him, she decided. His movements, his words, everything about it captured the pure essence of grace.

He spoke to her, pleadingly but also demanded. Zira strode towards Kismet now, her steps long and rushed but also sharing his grace. Her shoulders were rolling and her hips swayed easily as she approached the male, and before she reached him, she stopped a moment. Stood taller, smiled shyly. Would he see just how shy she was? Would he respond to it? Only if you lead. Her words were soft now. She would need his reassurance to go further now. She would need his guidance to continue. She had never been in a position so intimate before, so new and intimidating. And that's exactly what she was; intimidated. How could someone like her ever match to Kismet? How could someone as normal as her ever be worthy of someone so unique, special, and extraordinary as he was?

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ooc; writing this broke my hearttt hahah this is a new part of her even IIII am discovering! she is so unsure around him /cries/ i mean, that last paragraph was so emotional for meee xD

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Zira approached the prancing male. Her stride was long and graceful, but Kismet could feel the anxious impatience that emanated from her in waves. She suddenly seemed quiet, shy, unsure. Kismet stopped his dance as she neared him. His muscles burned and his eyes were aflame. He was suddenly filled with an intense passion that he wanted to never end. And then, just before she reached him, Zira stopped. She stood a little taller, and smiled shyly. Kismet's heart plummeted. Was she declining him? Would she tell him no? Would she destroy his hope--his sudden, confusing and yet beautiful hope? His heart ached. It ached with the anticipation of Zira taking the last step towards him, and yet it also ached with the doubt. She would turn him down. She wasn't ready for this intense intimacy. Kismet's deep blue eyes were a glorious color: tonight, they seemed never-ending. To stare into them was to reach into his heart that ached for the female standing in front of him. He ached to reach out, but he dared not. And then, in his intense turmoil, and hope, a most beautiful voice penetrated his thoughts.

Only if you lead.

Her voice was soft, but it was filled with a glorious emotion. Kismet's heart leapt at the sound. His eyes flushed: a rich blue swirled in their depths. Kismet took the last step that separated them quickly and pushed his muzzle into the female's neck reassuringly. He drank in her scent, and sighed pleasantly. He slowly began to turn, guiding her body with his own. His tail swept her sides, directing her as to where to go and which way to turn. Kismet slowly began picking up his feet in a graceful prancing. He arched his neck beautifully. But his eyes never left. His blue eyes constantly retained the green ones across from him, as their dance slowly became closer and closer. More intimate. They swirled and swirled, until the water danced with them. And Kismet's turns became tighter and tighter until his tail rested on Zira's back to guide her. And all the time, their eyes never parted.

"Talking."

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She saw the doubt and confusion in his eyes fade away to nothing when she spoke. She smiled shyly at Kismet now as he closed the distance between them and began guiding her with his tail and flank. They were dancing together, in a beautiful pool of life. The water splashed subtly between them, emphasizing the grace of their movements. It was as if they bended it, their intimacy suddenly it's master.

The entire time this happened, their eyes never met. A beautiful, bright emerald met an equally as gorgeous blue and loving eye. It was one of the most beautiful things Zira had ever experienced she decided, and when it was seeming close to the end, Zira made a bold move. She took a deep breath, as if inhaling courage, and then pressed herself as physically close to him as she could, intertwining their flanks and necks. She made a sound that was similar to a purr, and she allowed all of her doubt and fear to seep from her pores and hoped that Kismet would feel it and comfort her. This was so confusing and also so... Right. Her eyes were shut tightly and her body tensed, but she continued nuzzling this man in an attempt to feel okay at this moment. She was... She was falling hard for him, and never in her life had she felt something like this.

This is so beautiful."[/font.] She meant everything. The dance, the surrounding pool... Kismet.

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ooc; /dies a slow agonizing death/

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The dance continued. The longer they danced, the closer they came to each other. The air became thick with the same fire that burned Kismet through. He began to breath heavily, but his heavy breathing sounded husky. He breathed with the constant effort that he was exerting to control the fire, not with the easy movements of the dance. The dance could never wear him out. It was the most enticing, wonderful thing that he'd ever done. He wished that it would continue forever. But he knew it couldn't last much longer, as they grew tighter and tighter. Their dance became more intricate and more intimate until Kismet's muscles screamed at him constantly. He drank in Zira's intoxicating scent, and that was it.

Or so he thought. He thought that he couldn't contain himself anymore until he heard the femme take a deep breath. He was curious--but only for a moment. She pressed her body completely against his own. Kismet moaned in delight at the action, and Zira made a sound that was similar to a purr at the same moment. Kismet pushed his body against hers in return, loving the feeling. His heavy breathing suddenly became ragged after his moan, and his eyes became suddenly aflame. He could no longer contain the lustful fire that consumed him. His eyes sparkled with tender desire. And what was to stop him? She was encouraging him. She obviously felt the same way. Why? Why shouldn't he show her just how he felt about her? Her eyes were shut tightly. They stopped dancing, and Kismet's rough breathing only heightened as the femme nuzzled him affectionately. The rest of her body was tense and unsure, but Kismet read it as inexperience. He, of course, had zero experience himself with the emotions he was feeling. To reassure her, he licked her ear and nuzzled her, his tail wagging faintly.

This is so beautiful.

Zira--

His voice broke as he said her name. But not with grief. It broke with intense desire. He was filled with it. He loved her with a passion, and that passion was overtaking him. He tried to speak again, to tell her, but his voice broke over her name again. He opened his blue eyes, which were aflame with desire and passion. He looked at her, wanting her to open her eyes, but unable to speak. He was so close to letting his desire free and just showing her, since he was currently incapable of telling her. But he needed some sort of something from her to enable him. He was bound by himself to be completely sure that that was what she wanted. What he wanted was all too clear. Even if she hadn't read the fire that had been burning in him the whole time, there was no mistaking his eyes, and the sound of his voice. She could only miss it if she were trying to convince herself that it wasn't what he wanted. And Kismet was sure that she cared about him, and this made him sure that she would see it, since he couldn't tell her. He smiled shyly, but the passionate flame in his eyes made the shy smile look only polite. It was as if it were a question, and his eyes were pleading. He desperately hoped that it would be what she wanted, but some small part of him hoped that it wouldn't be. This was only the second time they'd seen each other. Why would such a smart, beautiful she-wolf such as herself accept his silent plea and make herself his own when she barely knew him? She still didn't even know anything about his past. But that didn't stop his burning eyes; didn't dim the fire in the least.

"Talking."

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At this point, Zira felt as though the universe was intervening with their dance and making it something far more sentimental than they could ever express. She didn't know what made her believe this, but the way the air thickened in her lungs when she was with him, it had to be a higher power, surely it had to be. They gradually got closer, and Zira could pick up on Kismet's heavy breathing now and she smiled to herself inwardly at this. Her breath was no slower then his, but it was much quieter. Could he hear her? Could he hear that something in her strived for him, and only him? Her heart was beating quickly, and if wolves could visibly blush, her face would be painted pink. There was something about the way that Kismet stared at her, evaluated her...

When Zira pushed her body to Kismet, she heard a breath escape his lips that was like a moan. Butterflies erupted in her tummy, for that noise was so new to her- something foreign. She did that... she didn't even know she had that potential. There a fire between them now, burning where they touched the other, and suddenly Kismet's fire became Zira's. His fire, his desire and need, it inveterately was hers too now. She knew this without any further investigation. Her eyes shut tightly fluttered open when she felt his tongue lick her ear in affection, and she suddenly pressed her body a little closer to his, hoping they would meld together and any doubt and fear would dissolve between them in a tangible experience. When his lips bled her name, she stepped back a little and their eyes met.

She could see his desire for her. No, not just desire or lust... There was genuine love there, and she returned it equally. They mirrored each other, she realized. In this moment, she saw them as one entity. Two figures in a pool of water that mirrored their emotions. Zira could tell he wanted to say something, and she knew what it was. She felt she did. The way they stared at each other, the way they acted together. There was something there undoubtably, something they wanted to share but some force held them back. Something made this night a silent one for the both, for Kismet could not say what he wanted and Zira dared not to ruin this moment with her voice. He was pleading to her, and she answered it with a smile that was as shy as his, but somehow... They both held doubt. Though they both wanted this, though their love was there, something just wasn't right about the situation. The green eyed sylph would not say so, but she allowed her eyes to speak it. Zira loved him. Kismet love her. But time was important. They knew what love was, but not how time developed this. And in Zira's eyes, she expressed this heartbreaking truth, and she smiled at him. She said nothing. Not a word was uttered. Their fire was still aflame, an ember that consumed both. The aqua doubt did nothing to put it out. They stood in silence, and somehow, they denied each other the rest of this experience, on mutual terms. Both wanted it so bad- yet they somehow knew; Kismet had someone else destined to take his heart, and Zira too, would know love. Kismet was her first, and she knew that would never fade. Yet both were wise and knew the way of the world. And they knew when the gods denied simple pleasures, like love. 

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ooc; /broken/

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