rp over aimStep....step....step. If it weren't for that small sound one could not be sure there was even a creature slinking around in the forests at night. Orson was quiet, everything he did was ever quiet when he was on the prowl. In his speech, in his movements, and especially in his steps. But even he could not help the occasional crunching of leaves. The moon was full, the woods were still save for the hoot of passing owls and Orson loved it. Every minute of it. The woods were his thing. He enjoyed the thickness they brought and the way they blanketed his form despite the great big orb passing in the sky. He let in a deep breath, and exhaled some of the night air. This was such a good time for hunting. In a way it was almost TOO perfect.
A small yawn was the only detectable movement from the woods. Amongst the leaves and stones, a brown figure lay. Blending in with the dullness of the ground in the night, save her bright pink markings, Linn's blue eyes gazed up at the moon. Her head was raised just above the small nook in the ground she had wedged herself into. The moon was full and low, and at just the right angle, her head would be silhouetted in the moonlight. She was thoughtful now. Without her best friend around to look out for, it was just Linn all by her lonesome. A small sigh escaped her nostrils, puffing a cloud of condensation into the air. It was getting chilly, and she secretly wished for someone to come along and take this coldness away.
Orson continued to pad along, his tail dipped low and his head heavy, just raised up to occassionaly pass into the horizon to see where he was going. He felt the sting of hunger once more and was sure it could be hard all around the woods. When nothing moved he continued until....he sniffed the air. Just....what was that scent? He quickly ducked behind a nearby tree, sniffing the air once more.
Ah...so he wasn't alone.
A small shiver ran up the petite wolf's spine. Her thoughts were beginning to baffle her. Yes, she was still beautiful and a courtesan to the wolves in her pack... but something deep within her was telling her that maybe this wasn't as good an idea as she originally planned. Yes, she was still young, but she could sense that she was getting older, regardless of looks and her actual age. She spent her days with this wolf and that... but never someone consistant. Never someone to protect her. She snorted softly, shaking her head and flicking her ears back. She didn't need protection! She didn't need to think these thoughts! She laid her head down between her paws, eyes still upturned to the moon as it rose over her small shelter. Perhaps sleep would help her.
Yes, that was it.
Orson moved from one tree to the next, his eyes dancing across the moonlight until it came upon a thing of beauty. A near sleeping wolf that seemed to be alone. Curious. He wanted to approach as he realiezd it was a female by now, but on the same token...well, females often did not come alone. He waited. The internal scale weighing out options inside his head. Should he go forward or move back. Find a quick meal or learn of the lands he was now roaming. After a few moments of inner deliberation he moved forward.
He made his move. Creeping forward, ever quiet, until he was fully standing over her. His eyes drifted onto her form and he said very clearly. "Wake up."
Instantly, her ears shot towards the noise in confusion. She was groggy from her disquieted, halfsleep state, and it took a minute for her to raise her head and eyes to the voice. She scrunced her nose up to one side, making quite the amusing face. She answered back with an equally graceful, "Huh?!"
He chuckled and sat back on his haunches. Now that he was seeing her in this light, she was quiet the pretty wolf. But, that was after the fact. The fact remained that the grey and blue wolf male needed to know where he was and to whom he was headed. Meals could be caught easily, but a place of refuge was hard to come by. Perhaps he could lodge here for a beat. "I'm new to the neighborhood," he said, lifting a paw up in hello. "I'd like to know where I'm at." He didn't bother to apologize for waking her.
She struggled to sit up and climb out of her miniature den, scrambling to her feet and shaking her fur clean in a fluster. "Well, it's not very nice to wake someone up like that, you know." It was sort of a lie, since she hadn't been asleep, but hey it worked! "You, my friend, are on Gomorrah packland territory, and I could kill you on the spot for it." She spoke with a sarcastic bite that seemed to have dull teeth. She was a little off tonight, all things considered.
He tsked. "Forgive me, I wasn't aware you were alseep...or I would have shouted instead." Oh wasn't Orson just the charmer. His tail began to wave back and forth, back and forth. "Gomorrah you say? Hmmmmm.....I don't know if this place is good enough to die for. Perhaps I should stay a while and when I reach my decision you'll be the first to know."
She snorted quietly, her own tail thrashing momentarily in aggravation. Outsiders. Men. She huffed softly, bristling up and letting her fur fall flat again. "Well it's not like you can just have a guest pass, you know. You either live here or you don't." Simple as that. She straightened her stance up a little taller, showing her firmness.
It took Orson a few moments to answer. He looked at her as the phrase was uttered, but instead of answering right away he moved further along side her makeshift den, inspecting it before he cast his eyes over the lands and back to her face. It wasn't much to look at but ...... "Home sweet home," he said flopping back down.
She watched him in astonishment, then anger, as he invaded her private space. HER get away from the world! "What do you think you're doing?!" She said, spinning on her heel to face him and instantly bristling back up again.
"I'm sitting," he said simply.
"Yes, but you're sitting in MY den." She shouted, loud enough to wake any sleeping birds overhead
He winced at the racket she was making. "Oh excuuuuuuuuuuuse me," he said with a slight growl as he got back up, yet again. "Heaven forbid I sit in YOUR den. I just got here you know, shouldn't you be showing me some hospitality....or something."
She sighed, obviously still flustered. She began to pace back and forth, each dainty paw falling silently on the ground as she thought. He did have a point, even if he WAS being a jerk about it. After some thought, she stopped. Fine. She'd show him some hospitality. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I just get grumpy when startled..." She came over to him, then slunk into the little den space around him. "You can stay here tonight"
"Now see that wasn't so hard," he said, finally sitting down for GOOD. He stretched slightly and made himself just a little more comfortable. "So....got anything to eat around here. And while we're on the subject...so what's this pack like anyway? And what is it you do?" he stopped and smirled a little. "wait...don't tell me....official pack ball breaker? That right?"
She smirked at his comment, brushing her fur up against his a bit. "No, not quite. Nice try, though." In response to his question of food, she hopped lithely from the warm cove and trotted a small distance, scooping up something in her mouth and bringing it back. "You like rabbit?" She asked, tossing him the mangled and half eaten carcass.
He shivered at the touch of her fur. To say it had been a while since he had any female contact was probably the understatement of the year. It had been a looooong long while. All the same he was a man however, and a stomach need to be fillled. "Love it," he equipped before he dug in. He tear the thing, eating flesh and bits of fur alike before he finally cleaned all but the bones. "Tasty," he grinned, splattered blood on his maw. which he began to wipe with a wayward tongue. "Orson."
She sat by and watched him, licking the remnants of innards and blood from her own teeth. It looked as if the scallywag hadn't eaten in a few days. Certainly not starving, but not comfortable. It was understandable, and almost a turn on to watch a male rip apart a dead animal with such force and skill as he had. She held down her feelings. It had been a while for her as well. "Linn." She replied softly.
"Linn," he repeated. "I like that. It's got spunk." He grapped the dead thing with a snout and tossed it out of the den before settling back down, laying out on his side, though still sitting up. "So Linn...what did you say you did again?" He asked, "Do tell. Enquiring minds want to know."
She slipped her thin frame back within the confines of her petite den, surprised at how well the two of them fit here where it seemed only one should be. "Well, our pack is a pack of desires." She watched his eyes, her own grinning wildly though her face was stone. She sat back, then eased herself down a little further to lay with her paws out in front of her neatly. "I'll let you decide."
He blinked. The comment lost on him. A pack of desires? He...hadn't heard of that one before. Oh he'd seen a pack of 'fear', a pack of 'wanderers', a pack of females, all kinds of things. But, his interest was clearing peaked with this. Maybe lady luck had led him to this pack afterall! He did desire things, lots of things. Like Linn right now for instance. But the thought died down as soon as it entered his brain. "So you're saying.........?" [/color[
"Want, take, have." She said simply, finally letting the smirk she'd been holding back come alive on her face.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm ... " he mused, before getting a sly little devilish grin on his face. "And what part of that sentence do you fall under? Are you a want?"
"I am whatever you want me to be." She grinned, getting up on her feet and looking back at him before slipping up over the den's lip and into the night again, halting and waiting to see what he would do.
"Wasn't done talking," he said, looking after her as she moved away. He nodded his head towards a spot near him. "Come sit..." his mind was on full speed. "So are you a service? Is that your job Linn. Being a whore?"
She turned her head back to him, wincing slightly at the name. Usually, it was something wonderful to her, and she'd nod along, but tonight her mind was mingling elsewhere. Hesitantly, she came back into the den area and took a seat, but didn't answer him.
"I don't take you the type to be shy," he said, his voice growing just a few notches lower. He shifted his weight so that one leg was up and one down, though he still stay laid on his side. "What would it take to get you to service me? You know......since I'm an official pack member now."
Watching him shift made her whine softly, shrinking down and folding her ears back. She shifted herself, then looked to his eyes, full of a want she couldn't express. Screw feelings and thoughts, this was better. "What do you have to offer?"
It did not take long before Orson showed her exactly what he had to offer and then some. In his mind he liked to think he took her to places he had never been before. Shown her things she had never seen before. But because of her occupation he could not be certain this was true. In anycase the two shared the desires that had boiled over, it was fast, hard...and something he hadn't been able to enjoy in a long while. When it was all over he lay there breathless and panting.
But, what now?
Linn had said he could stay the night, but usually after the act he would just leave and be on his way such were his casanova ways. But, he was beginning to like the idea of a pack that only focused on the inner desires one held. His kinda of place. So he would stay. But would things between him and Linn grow ackward? Or would they mutually know that this new relationship was something based on lust and not love. Afterall they just met!
Only time would tell.
Fin.
