Cry me A river- give me care.

Subject: Cry me A river- give me care. Sat May 11, 2013 6:45 am

perfectly build mortal development bends the long legs in strides a sacrifice of gods lamb- rising to the every tough of the virgin soil forcefully so it may devour and spew fourth the scent of roses knowing the demonic reptile would slither withing those rattled bones- and soul so dark not even the light dare to reflect from it. the first sin committed- how the reptilian waists would elastically sway side by side demanding her body along the place- only the brown and white mask would drip its deep tones joking filters from darkness like pure innocent- whilst the ebony eyes reflect the suns harsh beam- she was the cause of the first sin dealing with what you want- adjusting your pride clenching you so hard she would happily allow the sweet nectar to drip down her paws as a memory splashing on a puddle- the thought of Grus thoughts allows the women to produce a seductive smile moving with elegance and pride- no rogue would boss her around rouge packs was bull shit. a rogue was a criminal a individual. only her off spring would share these family traits. the women veil ripples along her streamline development slightly glimpsing the padded muscles that are sown ever so perfectly along her fragment. she would stand on the boarders of a unknown pack waiting for a leader to form a own individual allowance. she wasn't stupid- she could not survive from lone lands mortals. she needed deer to feed- placid to drink only pack territory's have theses. she would need to have a deal with the wolves. splitting her legs she would stand in full glory- breasts puffed out from the slender rib cage to the long tail with a veil of honey tone brown. her scent would do the dirty work blossoming to travel with the winds hisses. slithering along the atmosphere.

Subject: Re: Cry me A river- give me care. Sun May 12, 2013 12:22 pm

Black teeth grabbed red meat, and ripped it up, before being swallowed, it's journey ending in the bowels of a black beast that stood hulking over the carcass. Pitch black fur dripped with blood, and a pink tongue licked it of it's snout. Eyes,as red as the blood of the slain, blazed, picking the next part to ravage and devour. It had been a tiresome hunt, and he hadn't eaten in days. His bloody but fulfilling work was nearly done, the warm meat filling his belly. He felt alive again, after days wandering trough this barren land. He could handle some starvation, but he wasn't intending to die here, in this nameless place.

Having no real sense of where he was going, or where something was, he had trekked from feeding place to feeding place, sometimes snatching a hare, but this time he got lucky, as he had stumbled on a wounded boar near an oasis. The chase had drawn him far away from said oasis though, and he knew he couldn't just lie down and take a nap in this heat. Then, a new scent intermingled with the smell of blood and sweat, a scent, which he hadn't experienced in a long while.

He swiveled his head towards the point of origin, his heavy pads kicking up sand when he started walking towards the smell. "A femme, just when you think it couldn't get better." He licked his lips, and quickened his pace.

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the smell of a male would toxic ate the swirling pathway on the leather coated dial; a wicked smile would work its way across the ivory mask as hips would allure their movement in pure sensation towards his essence in admiration as she would split her jaw to flutter the tranquil lullaby as her tongue would prowl ' well well what strong one you are indeed' her lyrics was flirtatious with the right intention she was frustrated and a whore. a rouge searching for any deal she could devours; any soul she could punish. the anti-Christ mortal would stare at the man with deeply vibrant brown orbs only to be coated with the veil of eye lashes that flutter with the winds kisses along the sandy canvas. the occasional flush of her plumage would delicately touch the mans shoulder tickling his sensitive places of chemists all she would do is chuckle deep inside moving with pure; exotic sensation.'do you have a title' she would ask teasingly with none stop affectionate gazes deep into his eyes swarming his well being into a high like sensation he was now dosed up; in exotic drug.

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Subject: Re: Cry me A river- give me care. Fri May 17, 2013 2:02 pm

She approached quicker then Dread anticipated, flowing downhill like a desert wind. Her nearly intoxicating scent surrounding him, invading his nares. It was a welcome change to the smell of blood and death he was used to. "Your quite the piece yourself." He spoke in a deep, but calm tone. "Dread is my name, what's yours?" He didn't show, but he was still on edge, his muscles where ready to jump into action any moment, he was well rested and fed. Slightly thirsty though, but he was sure he could take her one, if need be. He was alarmed that she had so readily approached him, a little too readily. Nonetheless, he returned her glances with blazing eyes.

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'now now don't get too exited dear but thank you for your words....my name is lrya nice to meet you Dread
' her scent influencing the mans mind was enough to satisfy her needs knowing deeply he wanted the slut. she wasn't stupid and would refuse to forget her intentions ' do you know where i can find hunting grounds not in pack boundaries' still drowning the man in affection flirtatious nature was the criminal instinctive intention. she would swat her dial along the back of his bulk neck, and announce the words in hissing whispers showing tickles on his ears with melodiousness lullaby, and flush her eye lashes enhancing the deep brown tone the women eyes would possess replying his well being- he was dark and evil, was he chaotic. no not seen anyway he was calm and speaking loud not saying much. interesting he could be the cause of a chaos this is satisfying entertainment indeed. from the plump breasts would shiver releasing a slight playful chuckle to seal itself along the ebony chompers- beauty of a tranquility released this man was interesting ' teach me' she hissed snapping his soul in a steaming prison she would circle him in grace head low tail high, demanding respect yet he has has the normal respect a wolf has. slowly the veil of brown coat would surround her and ripple down her body as the ivory mask would reflect the suns shimmering blaze and enhance a angelic glow.

Subject: Re: Cry me A river- give me care. Fri May 17, 2013 5:36 pm

"Nice to meet you." He was still carefull, but he could feel himself slowly relaxing. He listened to her words, took them in, and overthought them. Teach what? Who is this femme? There certainly was something... intresting about her. "There are no hunting grounds worth mentoniong outside the pack lands. If you have some luck, you sometimes stumble on something good enough to make the effort." He yawned, teeth flashing for an instant. The good meal and this femme's smell was making him drowsy. "I have a kill five minutes walking from here. It was an old wretch, but there's still some meat on it, if the coyotes haven't gotten to it yet." He nodded his head towards the direction he had came from. "If you'd like, you could eat some, I already got my fill." Staring at her, he couldn't still shrug of that weird feeling in his gut.

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why would you sacrifice your own meal where i am from you eat all your food if another wolf even touched it you would be slaughtered' she said the tone rather hushing and peaceful- exotic and feline- as she seductively rocked her hips side by side with the man as they cam to a halt circling-investigating his ever movement watching ever muscle flinch she would flicker her tulips delicately. and stare bluntly with a slight oblivious face. yet she was fully aware the women was harsh- ruling with a fist of steel nothing was intimidating to her. clearly a rogue knowing the ins and out of pack lands he was interesting indeed. teach me he lacked to understand would amuse her knowing his innocent blood would flood his veins what she could tease. such lack of prey leading more to her question why would he be kind to a stranger.

Subject: Re: Cry me A river- give me care. Sun May 19, 2013 4:59 am

Trying to negate her flirty behavior (although he couldn't negate the rising warmth in his loins). "It'd be a waste if it wasn't eaten, the coyotes and vultures clean it in a couple of hours, and since I already got my fill, I see no problem in you eating my leftovers." Looks like she had a hard time growing up as well. He shrugged. "If you don't want it, your choice." His eyes scanned the horizon, looking for something that would stand out in this near endless wasteland. he could see it, just near the horizon, the shimmer of water. An oasis. That would be his next goal, whether the femme joined him or not. "Whatever you decide, I am planning to head over there." Nodding his head in the direction of the shimmer. "There's water there, and probably more fresh meat."

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his words would seal the Terrence of her tulips in slight annoyance her ears would flicker unkind inheritances as if it was instinctive,
cocking her head to the direction he sees the faint sight of a soothing placid with a streaming stench of flesh would boil her chemical levels of blood lust- destructive nature born in a pedigree bounden raised by satin her history as only shared with those who would be killed f they would spew it as gossip. ' lead me the way if you wish' she chooses to company the man inspired by his actions and silence it was interesting why such a monster has a kind heart. the sand storm canvas would dance delicately across her pallet the streaming build flexing with elegance- harmless movements not to be fooled. all the brutal battle skills hidden; as the long silky plumage would touch the Terra and swat freely around expressing her mood of playfulness and dominance. demanding respect refusing to be treated like a filthy omega. a slight smile would curse her mask- allowing a enhancement of angelic beauty the plump ebony lips making the cheek bones plump and her sharp structure boldly emerge like a butterfly harvesting from its shell. the women would lead the way to the location she thinks is the most obvious at a chosen pace so the man could walk ahead and lead it with accuracy. all was selective predicting the future- she was a chaotic being. seeking all future- intelligent-sly-sinful-leader.

Subject: Re: Cry me A river- give me care. Sun May 19, 2013 8:03 am

Dread noted she was clearly interested in him, why? He looked more like a nightmare, with his ragged midnight coat covering his many scars, blood smeared over his maw. Then, he'd never been one to judge on appearances, nor did he look after his own appearance. "Then off we go." He moved in a quick pace, not eager, nor impatient, just thirsty. His body moved easily, as it was rested and fed. Although he looked like a brute, he didn't saw himself as one. He used his strength as a weapon, just a she used speed and precision as weapons. he didn't relied on it, since there was always something stronger He'd look back once to see her following him, but after all, it was up to her if she'd come or not. It felt strange to him to act so friendly. Maybe he just hadn't seen another wolf in a long time. Loneliness makes people do strange stuff. He also didn't had the urge to kill her where she was standing. Yet.

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the women follows the man swiftly scanning his mental state- determination she has fooled hims he seems weak but under the thin line of skin lays the delicate touch of padded muscle the man could try kill her but would fail. power is bull shit; the moves and aims is what counts. a slight grin would work its way nicely across the ivory mask. unsure if the man was planning attack she was use to it knowing how to handle situations easily- she has a harsh life trained like a queen and a sexist heritage. men over ruling females. bossing them around as if they was nothing more than pup machines. like herself was used for unfortunately the thought of her views made the foundations reveal slight muscles and clench tightly on the dry soil making it shower back to the ground- as metallic claws would unsheathe from the depths of her paw and slightly pierce her own flesh and cause it to drip frown her own limbs in fierce; anger-frustration-dis satisfactory. just thinking about what her views on males are triggered her agitation. as rib cages expand and release the breathless exotic frustration - jaw lining would slowly unfold the saliva coated ivories fiercely thunderously bellowing snarls like a mans as if she was a demon wrapped in a women mortal constitution. she was aiming this at no one just bellowing her anger out as she throws her body around making harsh thuds on the ground still managing to look in full glory as usual.

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