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Post by Angel on Dec 11, 2008 13:32:56 GMT -6
Aliado watched her mate go and watched the clouds roll in. A shiver of excitement riveted through the alabaster pelt of the Alphena. Words could not describe how much she loved storms. She had hoped it would come soon as she knew it would not be long before she would go into heat and she knew her mate wanted whelps. She did not know if she did, but she knew she would not have much say in it. She loved the pleasure, just not the taking care of helpless whelps part. A sigh was emitted from her charred kissers as she sank back onto her haunches close too their den and waited for the fun too begin, for the storms too begin. [[ooc: sorry this is so crappy]]
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Post by aspenofthedell on Dec 12, 2008 13:02:51 GMT -6
Grave moved slowly on as rain started to fall from the sky. Grave rose his eyes up but did not stop, he kept going till he came to the large lake. He stood at the edge of the water and watched the ripples, not something you would think so evil a heart would enjoy doing. The wind turned and scents flowed from Moonlight Wind over the lands of Ebony. And with it came the scent of Firecoat near the border. Grave growled and turned from the lake toward the Moonlight Border.
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Post by Angel on Jan 4, 2009 17:43:08 GMT -6
Aliados chocolate orbs looked to the outside of the den, her muzzle trying too pick up the scent of her mate and her auds were pricked with the anticipation of hearing his familiar footfalls across their land. The alphena had finally gone into heat and she knew it would not be long before her mate joined her and took her for his own. She shook with excitement, but also quivered knowing what that meant. She would be confined too this den for god only knows how long and she hated being cooped up, but it was the way of life. A small smile slid into place on her maw as she heard Grave communicating with Firecoat, it would not be long before he would come back and she was waiting, her chocolate oculars were holding their usual mischevious light and she knew it were important for them too breed, too bring their pack numbers up, but still. She sighed and waited, waited for what was coming too her, her mischevious grin and glare were in place as her tiara was lightly placed on her pads with anticipation....
[[ooc: Ughhhh, at least her post came out better than Zaka and Amais...Sigh...]]
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Post by aspenofthedell on Jan 6, 2009 21:22:02 GMT -6
Grave stopped at the border and listened for Firecoat. He didn't have to wait long and after Grave rival called out Grave returned the call. Once done he slowly moved back toward the dens. Once he got close the familiar scent of Aliado's heat hit him and he growled. He stopped a few feet from the den that Aliado was standing just inside of. He watched her from there and made no move to get closer to her. His shadowy eyes soon turned from her toward the forest nearby.
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Post by Angel on Jan 8, 2009 13:32:04 GMT -6
Aliados smile grew as she finally heard what she had wanted too hear, the familiar pad falls of her mate. She pulled her tiara slowly up too the alphena stance and watched him. A bit of curiousity taking over the mischevious glare in her chocolate pools. She thingyed her tiara softly too the side, her smile played softly on her angelic features and she swished her banner softly allowing her scent too become stronger. She still smiled as she rose, but did not move. There was just enough room in the den for her delicate frame too raise to its full height. She still did not move as she watched his gaze look too the forest that lay close too their den. She spoke softly, her voice seductively honeysuckle sweet "What is it my love?" She hated speaking like that, but it was part of her going into heat and she simply stood there, her banner not moving as she waited for him too answer her.
[[ooc: a little better...]]
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Post by aspenofthedell on Jan 14, 2009 11:53:36 GMT -6
Grave's nose easily picked up her new scent from over a mile away and he knew she would try to use this time for whatever plot she had going in her head. But the thought of pups was a joy to all wolves, even one so black hearted. "Nothing." Was his only response as he slowly moved himself towards her. But the scent hit him harder this time and he trotted up to her. The scent of snow was also on the air as the side of the storm over Runner's and Moonlight drifted towards them.
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Post by Angel on Jan 23, 2009 14:15:05 GMT -6
Aliados grin remained in place as she watched her mate trot towards her, she was sure her scent was really hitting his nostrils. She slowly moved towards him, her banner still not moving. A small breeze came into the den from the outside, the scent of the almost last snowfall filled her with adrenaline. As soon as she came nearly too where her mate stood she leaned her tiara into his smokey fur and nuzzled him softly, finally allowing her banner to swish softly from side too side.... [[ooc; okay thats all i can post for her lmao....]]
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Post by aspenofthedell on Jan 23, 2009 14:26:49 GMT -6
Grave stood there tall and handsome as she nuzzled into his fur. He stuck his nose into her snowy fur and breathed deeply her scent. He nuzzled his nose in deeper then nipped at her neck, his body noticeable ready. But besides nipping her neck he made no move to mount her. The wind slowly started to pick up and the fur was blown around in the fury before the storm.
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Post by Angel on Jan 28, 2009 15:14:02 GMT -6
Aliado murred softly as her mate nipped her neck. She trembled softly and thoughts began running through her mind, but at the same time she was growing tiresome of his games. She nipped him back softly and swished her banner, the scent was getting stronger and stronger and the fatale could not understand why he was not mounting her. She could feel it in him that he wanted too, but he was torturing her, she did not speak though. She simply stood there, allowing her alabaster whipcord too thrash to and fro. Hoping maybe allowing the scent too grow stronger he would mount her.... [[ooc: not the best, but at least i got a little bit of her back...]]
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Post by aspenofthedell on Jan 28, 2009 18:58:16 GMT -6
Grave growled softly as Aliado swished her tail, making her scent stronger. But it had worked and her mounted her, his claws digging into her belly. He roughly bred her then dismounted after he was released from her body. After he had dismounted her and sat the first snow of the storm started to swirl around them. Grave simply sat there and watched, his breath calm as he took in the scents upon the wind.
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Post by Angel on Jan 28, 2009 19:29:37 GMT -6
Aliado grinned sheepishly as he finished. She couldnt believe she had acted the way that she did, but the smile was gone in moments as she realized what the action they had just performed meant. She would be a mother, she snared softly too herself, but got over it pretty quickly. It was what they did once a year and she really hoped that next year he would not want more whelps. One litter was enough for her. She watched as he left, but did not say anything too him as she lay down. She was tired, he had worn her out and lack of sleep was beginning too catch up to the alphena. She sighed as she curled up tightly, her dial placed right underneath her whipcord almost perfectly. Her amber orbs fluttered closed and sleep overtook her dainty form...
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Post by aspenofthedell on Jan 28, 2009 21:03:29 GMT -6
As the wind grew in strength, Grave remained there. Sitting like the king he was over his land. His ears were relaxed and his tail was curled by his leg. He watched out over the lands all around though the snow was starting to hide everything. After a long time Grave stood and moved down into the den away from the driving snow and cold.ooc: Very bad.
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Post by Angel on Jan 28, 2009 21:40:39 GMT -6
Mikalai looked over the lands that he was treading on. He could smell the lingering scent on the borders and a smirk played on his maw. This alpha meant business, but so had so many others before they had met him, the dark prince. He had been dubbed that by his filthy mother and his siblings had all been killed off one by one, except for him. His father had saw something in him that no one else had. His mother had been shocked the first time his orbs had changed colors, he was a mere 2 weeks old when his oculars had first begun changing color. Moira, his mother, had sensed there was something different about him the night he had been born. He had 5 other brothers and sisters, all of which died either hours or weeks after their births and he himself had been torn away from his mother to be raised by his fathers bit.ch of a who.re. He still smirked as he took his time crossing the borders into the lands of Ebony Shadows. He was waiting too see if he had impregnated Zaka, who had originally been chosen when they were merely weeks old too be mates. When he had mated with her he had initially wanted too take her daughter, but when she willingly gave herself up too him he was shocked. He knew she was an Alphena and had a mate and wondered if he liked the fact that she could be carrying his whelps. The scent of a femora in heat was beginning too his charcoal nares and he smiled, he could smell that she had already been mated and that was driving him to the brink of insanity, he wanted more whelps. His crystalline blue occulents suddenly changed too their bloody crimson color, it was very unusual that he could do that and he simply shrugged it off, he rarely changed his eye color from their beautiful crimson color. He sighed and raised his maw too the sky, his howl sending a chill even down his own spine, the snow covering his obsidian bodice. As he ended his song he sank back onto his haunches too see if the alpha male would come find him and welcome him into his pack. He had a feeling the alpha might be happy too find out what he had done, he could very well have broken up the light pack in these lands like he had done in Sunburst where he had mated with his sons mate and had his son and daughter. He knew he had many children, but only claimed a very few. He only claimed the ones he deemed worthy too carry his name in their bloodlines as their father. A small smile played on the princes' kissers' as he waited for the alpha too come greet him, his banner held firmly in the alphas position, he loved too see what every different alpha did to him when they saw the way he carried himself, he was afterall, born the dark prince. He was royalty.
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Post by aspenofthedell on Jan 29, 2009 17:10:26 GMT -6
Grave heard the call of the male and even the call was co.cky. Grave growled deeply and slipped out of the den, luckily the weather was not as bad here as it had been on the other packs. He started the long walk off towards the outsider that called from the desert. Once Grave had made it to this male he saw the stance of him and growled again. He saw the male had dire in him which made him tall but Grave was a Northern wolf and that was a mix of a long lost breed and dire which made him huge. Grave rose up his head, but his tail remained by his knees. He walked up to the male and pressed his ears forward in aggression and showed his enlarged white teeth. If this male wanted to try anything he would have his paws more than full with Grave. Grave had been raised by the king, the first Northern male. Grave's heart was nothing but evil and he would have no problem ripping this puny little pup to pieces. "You are quite co.cky for a dog's pup." He growled out. "What is a mutt like you doing upon my lands?" His fur rose upon his back and shoulders making him seem twice the size he already was."The Desert"
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Post by Angel on Jan 29, 2009 17:25:59 GMT -6
Mikalai looked the male over, he was quite large and the prince knew he must be Northern. They were rumored to be extinct, yet here one stood in front of him. He couldnt help but keep his co.cky smile in place as the male called him so. He had met this males father somewhere, but he was not sure where. Moira had dragged him around so much when she got her filthy paws back on him. His mother was such a bit.ch and maybe that was why he was an ass.hole. He parted his maw too speak, his banner still not moving from its stance "I may be co.cky, but im the Dark Prince, my dubbance is Mikalai, named so by my filthy mother" His crimson orbs not moving from the males form as he moved closer, not caring about the fact that the alpha was baring his silky canines at him, if he wanted to play that game so could he. He hushed the growl that was beginning to rumble in his ribcage, now definitely was not the time to start things. He was not scared of this male, he had fought ones as big as him and left many scars on their battered bodices'. A small swish of wind blew across the prince, showing his silver scar on his neck, a gift from one of his sons'. A twisted smile played on his maw as he spoke again, this time allowing his own canines flash in the morning light "I do not wish to stay long, but long enough for something I started too finish and I am sure you would be happy too hear what that is..." His voice lingered off into the wind. He sank back onto his haunches, allowing the alpha to speak again too let him know of the verdict of him staying here, the twisted smile never leaving his charred kissers.
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