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 Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 8:27 pm
((Yay Adult!!))
So it had come that time in the alphas mind that she needed to secure her bond with Wazzam. He for the longest time had been seaming to drift after Shelby's ousting from the pack. Her brow furled inwardly. She could not have her pack breaking apart before the war. Plus she had finally come to terms with needing her own set of rats. Seeing how easy it was to sway Wazzam to her side- her own puppies would be much easier. Alls she had to do was act like she cared or that she loved them. She made a slight tremble at the word.
What the hell was love anyway? Was it just one controling another? Or was it something good you felt inside for one other then yourself. Her mind played back on her own mother. Did she love her before she died? Or was she too young? She then thought to Alas who even though she hated the pink meatbag still seamed to have some feelings for the young alpha. Was this love? Crawling slowly to her paws she took a yawn and a stretch. She would need to ponder on this. And was love so powerful that anybodys mind could easily be warped with it...like Wazzam? Dear lord if only she knew the anwser to half these questions. Only thing she knew was that she wanted to have her own welps and she needed Wazzam for that.
Speaking of that, where was Wazzam?
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 4:02 pm
Heavily padded feet sounded through the cave as Wazaam finally made his entrance from the world, back to the little home that he and Twist had created. His orange pelt was rough with sweat. He had been running lately. Running alot, but the looks of his fur and the way his tongue sort of hung from his mouth.
His panting, was made apparent as he went to lie down in the back of the cave, his eyes bright, but his muscles weary. He hadn't even paused to say hello to Twist. His green orbs glanced her direction, now that his heart rate was back down to its normal pulse.
He raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. She seemed to have something on her mind. Wazaam was good for detecting that kind of thing. He truly adored his ability to read the expressions on his Packs faces.
"Evening, darling."
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 8:23 pm
Her brow seamed to raise with intrest as Wazzam's body seamed to have the same strong qualities that his father seamed to have. Twist was a sucker for things like that- Sweat, Muscles, Manly-men. Okie so maybe Wazzam was easy to manipulate but damn did her have a nice body. Controlling herself she smiled threw her lust. Prehaps this is why she had choosen the young teen as a mate. Not because of her control but boy when he was sweating he was fine.
"As to you my gourgus hunk of wolf." She winked saying the things she was trying to with hold from Rome when they had first met. So maybe making puppies with Wazzam wouldn't be such a bad thing. But she still couldn't push herself to love him- not yet anyway. She just wasn't ready for that in this point of her life. Love would just burdern her, cloud her mind with empty things. She had often watched Shelby as she played and noted that she was a blithering idiot when she was playing around...that also seamed to be how her brother looked each time he seamed infatuated with her. It was just some weakness that she just didn't want to show to anyone yet.
"I see you've had a good run." She stopped and paused trying to keep her cool stance on things.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 11:35 am
The orange pelted Teen had no idea the effect he had on Twist when he was at his prime during the day. He remained oblivious and loyal. But he eyes got mischeviously devious as he smiled.
"How has your morning been, love? I wanted you to run with me this fine morning. But I didn't want to wake you."
He said, standing back up after his muscles seemed to feel better than they had.
Ah, how long it had been since he had just had a good run. Running into Algoma had been decent enough, and talk of Alas, the pink dog, had made his muscles quiver and his jaws like steel. He hadn't wanted to bring that back to the den.
He had needed to calm himself first.
But his emerald eyes gazed into her own, almost unseen eyes. Wow, but she was beautifully created.
"But yes, the run was very good, indeed."
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