When it snows, it Blizzards

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There was not a large amount of time that the femme had been granted access within the Cerrac’s home. Already the feet were accustomed to the shivering snow, and the mind had figured where most prey could be found. Being so deep in the winter, however, it had proven much more difficult to provide for the pack wolves. They were in the mountains where it was much chillier than outside, and though she felt like an expertise at the job given, it was nevertheless difficult. There had been some choices presented: either leave the lands and find something outside; or find prey within. There were troubles with both. The first would be bad on the off chance that any Jager wolves would show their ugly mugs; being alone, as well, and tired from the hunt would be difficult for her to fight it/them off. On the latter, if there was not enough prey in here, the pack could starve, and ultimately the fault would fall on Rint. It was a serious task, and the wolf was unafraid.

Hunting today was terrible, however, as not even the ora wanted to step from their warm places to find something to eat. Her looking was beginning to fail as the thick blanket of snow fell softly on the land around the cream femme; even the black-grey wings were getting blotted out by the amount of it. Shivers were running down the spine, adrenaline running low and the ability to run was wearing low with the muscles already pushed to their limit. The only creature that luck had bestowed her lucky enough to catch this morning was a measly erican; one that she planned on giving to her leader as a thank-you for acceptance. The amount of how badly she wished there was more to bring to the pack was high, but the chances of actually running into something out here was minimal. Sighing, it was time to call it quits or else feel the stinging bite of death from the outer cold. Her fur was not meant to last here, but in time her body would adjust and get used to the entirely opposite climate.

Slinking into the denning area, the small tailed creature swung limply from side to side in the closed mouth. Pushing through the deeper climbing snow, she arrived at a small break where the rocky mountain cliff hung out just enough to provide shelter in a way that was not a den; more like a cutout in the rock; a shack’s roof sort of thing. It was too early to retire to bed, and personally going to Bella’s den seemed like it was wrong to do. Instead, if any other wished to converse, she would hang out here until another passed by. Perhaps the warmth from them would b every inviting, and friends could actually be made here. It was awkward, feeling like the antisocial creep that sort of just lingered about, and regardless of the past, it was quite a bit more pleasant to be here and get to know some of the other wolves. Wasn’t that her main purpose of travel to these parts: to meet others? Grumbling a little shut up to nobody but herself, she lay down in the hooded rock, her eyes looking out into the softly falling snow.

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Demonio

What A Beautiful Morning

Protect, protect, protect. Defend, defend, defend. I must protect and defend the Cerrac lands. Those thoughts had been his constant companions since his acceptance into the Cerrac wolves, which had been many moons ago. Bella had given him the responsibility of protecting the wolves that resided within these lands and Demonio was good about keeping his word.

The dark shadows of the night still lingered and clung to the Cerrac lands, not wanting to relinquish their hold to the coming sunrise. Most other wolven were most likely still fast asleep in their cozy little dens, unaware that even whilst they slept someone was always looking out for them. Demonio's obsidian and ivory padders moved swiftly and silently through the forest as he scouted the edge of his queen's territory. He'd done an entire sweep of the borders and was now heading back towards the heart of his homeland to rest. Having completed what he had set out to do that morning, the sable & ivory brute was able to slightly relax. Although his pace and body language portrayed a sense of calm, his senses were ever on the alert. His dark maroon colored eyes reflexively scanned his surroundings every few seconds, his extremely keen vision searching for any sign of an intruder. His ears rotated this way and that way, listening for any irregular sounds. His powerful muscles glided easily enough beneath his spiked bi-colored coat, always ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

Hunger had long since stopped gnawing at his insides for he’d satisfied his large appetite at beginning of his rounds. Only a slight thirst remained, which he quenched easily enough on his passage through Nevyv Lake. By now, glowing sun rays had begun to peek out from behind the Cerrac mountains, chasing away the shadows of the night and bathing the land in warmth. Oddly enough, a soft layer of powder had begun to descend from the sky. Demonio took a glance up, watching as little snowflakes flitted down softly upon his muzzle. Shaking his head in bewilderment, the stalker continued on towards the dens. He’d been around long enough for him to have been able to select a den, but he just hadn’t gotten around to doing it yet. He’d been so preoccupied with protecting his new home he hadn’t given much thought to such a thing like sleeping quarters. But since he had time on his paws, why not get it out of the way?

Soon enough the large brute came upon the dens, which were the sleeping quarters for his family. His long limbs brought him to a halt several feet away from the mountain side in which the dens were located, giving him a clear vantage point. As he studied the rock, his mind pondered which level of altitude he should consider choosing a den from. As his gaze moved from the top down, his nearly hawk-like vision caught the unmistakable form of another wolven. His interest was certainly peeked as he came to the realization that the second wolf was a female. He hadn’t come across anyone since joining and so this was certainly unusual. Demonio tucked his hind legs beneath him, bringing himself into a sitting position, his dark maroon eyes locked on the figure of the femme residing within her den. How long ‘till she noticed him? He supposed he would have to wait and find out.

[arCADE.]

Unfamiliar scents played up into the black nostrils; a wolf of some sort entering the area about her. The smell was a similar one to that of her pack brothers and sisters, although the particular perfume had been covered in it’s own musk that was unrecognizable. The sensors in the nose were a lot more keen that most, and so it was easy to tell that the stranger was male. His location? Somewhere near. Had it not been for the snow and the lands they were at (being the dens, where most scents were mixed due to high traffic) the bi-colored eyes would have already fallen on the beast. For now, they hardly scanned the area; nostrils being the hard workers in seeking out the unknown. To anyone but herself, it would just look like she was staring blankly at the stone in front of her; the curves around her nose moving only softly as she took in the fragrance.

Then a whoosh of wind blew from behind him to her direction, and instinctively the neck snapped to his sitting place. Her eyes locked hard onto the abstract frame, peering over like a snake would; cold and unmoving. The stare had not been a defensive nor offensive one, but in reality a blank and lifeless one as if the body that held the orbs were that of a dead body. Dark, intrusive, uncaring; they did not move and it hardly looked as if the lungs within the wolf breathed. Nostrils were unmoving, chest unheaving; wings tucked down and close to the back. The erican dropped from the mouth, hitting her paws and bouncing limply off to the side. Even with this function, there appeared to be no working cogs within the machine that was Rint. Then the sly smirk slid up.

Yes? Vocal cords were feminine in tone, nearly seductive and inviting; although they were somewhat standoffish. Not a well-toned muscle moved, or even the hint of life came from her body save from the obvious just announced words. Personality wise; patience was a great attribute. It came with the hunting, calming her and creating stillness that most could not fathom. One day she wished to show her precious leader what she could do; a nice show to prove exactly what the femme could do. There was no arrogance, either, but in fact just a well-thought idea of herself. In honest opinion, it was like no other hunter could compare.

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Demonio

Strangers...

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The spike adorned knight sat patiently before the massive rock that held the pack dens, his maroon eyes locked on the figure of cream female he'd spotted upon his arrival. The gentle flakes continued to descend from the heavens, landing gently on his bi-colored pelt, begining to dot his obsidian half ivory, making it appear as if he were a completely white brute.

He could tell she hadn't spotted him yet, this due perhaps to the slight camaflouge his sable/ivory coat provided. It was apparent to him that she'd caught his scent by the way her delicate nostrils softly moved from side to side. It wasn't until a massive gust of wind blew from behind him, scattering the snowflakes that had begun to collect on his broad back and threw his odor in her direction. Because of that he wasn't surprised when her crown suddenly snapped exactly in his direction, her interestingly bi-colored eyes locking onto his figure. For several heavy moments after she'd spotted him, the two simply stared at each other, studying one another. The longer he watched her, the more he noticed that there was no movement from the female. Not the heaving of a chest intaking a breath, not the twitch of an uncomfortable muscle. It appeared that he was gazing at a statue. The female only came alive again when a sly grin slipped across her lips.

Yes? came the singular sound. The tone that accompanied that one word was seductive in nature and a tad inviting, with a hint of stand-offishness. A low warning bell was set off in his mind at that seductive tone that came from the unfamiliar female. Demonio's whole body tensed slightly, his spiked tipped plume dancing to his right side, displaying the sharp spikes protruding from his coat. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond, so he opted for answering a question with a question. Does my presence bother you in any way miss? Though he felt rather unsure about her, his habit of being a gentleman towards all women naturally kicked in.

[arCADE.]

The separate colored eyes remained still, cat like, stuck in one spot and yet somehow still taking in every section of this brute. Two colors tainted him, only white and black; both mixed in such a sporadic fashion of one side entirely bathed in ivory and the other untainted of ebony. Only two dots wrecked the shadow and highlight, causing some sort of yin-yang fashion. This was new to her, seeing mostly one colored wolves with only different colored markings. This male was different; like a zebra. Which was the base, and which was the marking? Then the skin breaking spikes gave way, showing themselves clearly to those oddly colored eyeballs. A mutation much like her wings, given to only few wolves. Slowly she felt the ground beneath her feet twisting, the rock turning around her paws as she manipulated it without thought. This was highly unnoticeable to most, and from as far away as he was, she doubted he would notice it.

His words were the next to be spoken; entirely ignoring the question set forth to him and creating his own. She was not one to play mind games, although at this moment it seemed a little amusing. That sly smirk stayed exactly where it was at, and for once movement was sent through the body, giving him something to look at. Pushing the erican off of the front black toes, it slid to the floor and landed like a rock; the cold freezing it slowly as time pressed onward. Long front legs held her upright, putting the femme into a sitting position as she played this new game with this new male. What a wondrous thing, to have met a male that was familiar yet unfamiliar and feel so warmly toward him already; it was a feeling of perhaps friendship.

No. Rint was never one with words, and so hardly ever spoke them. Along with this small word came a motion of a head shake, though a minuscule one as the neck hardly seemed to show any of it’s muscles working. Then it stopped, and her eyes continued to look at him, like a librarian over her reading glasses; as that was the angle her face was tilted. It appeared every cog within the machine had begun to work once more, as chest muscles moved with lungs and nostrils proved that the air was flowing in. The old defensive look fell and a more inviting aura floated over her being, trying to be a little more personable with other members. There needed to be some sort of friendship in this pack, or else be hung loosely at a snipping cord and fall behind; death awaiting not too far from any mistake that Rint may cause.

Looking to the empty space beside her beneath the outwardly molded roof-rock, she gestured toward it with the blackgrey dipped muzzle. Sit with me. Words were spoken quickly, and although loud enough for him to hear, they were far from yelling. The snow was probably uncomfortable, regardless of his thicker coat and heavier body. In here, although it wasn’t as warm as a den, it was at least safe from most windchill and the snow could not reach them. At least here they could be at a friendly level, and get to know one another at a more appropriate distance. Correct?

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Demonio

Making New Friends

A good while had passed since his arrival at the pack dens and the start of his slow conversation with this new female. The sun rays that had just begun to peak over the Cerrac mountains at the end of his rounds were now in full blast, erraticating the shadows of the night and illuminating every nook and cranny of the lands.

Although his attention was supposed to be completey focused on the vixen with which he was conversing, his new position now required of him to be ever vigilent at every moment of the day. Demonio's dark maroon eyes, encircled by contrasting drops according to the color which corresponded to a side, scanned the immediate area around the pack dens, searching for anything that would seem out of the ordinary. His nostrils hunted in the fresh morning winds, detecting nothing that would remotely resemble an intruder's scent. His keen vision saw into nearly every possible hiding place and found nothing. Good. Bella wont have to worry about anyone intruding upon her home for the moment.

With his momentary observation complete, the bi-colored knight was able to transfer his undivided attention back onto the cream, gray-winged female whom resided within her cozy den, her bi-colored eyes investigating his figure. Chest was puffed out a bit more, spine straightened to its full length, allowing the female a better look at the stranger with which she was conversing. He knew that his question had reached her delicate ears, but it appeared as though she was would take her time to answer. In the meantime, she'd decided to allow her statue like position to give way to a sitting one, the normal movements of a body finally clearly visible.

She had a simple, one syllable answer to his question, similar to her first vocalization. This time, the seductive nature of before had all but gone away, leaving room for only friendly invitation. Even now, with her new body posture, her aura had changed. He could sense that she was trying to be friendlier with him and he appreciated the gesture. Unfortunately her one worded answer left him at a loss for words. If there was anything that made Demonio uncomfortable, it was not knowing how to keep a conversation. But luck was on his side, for the female decided to speak once again, this time telling him to sit with her. The way it came it out, it didn't sound like a command, but it didn't sound like a question either. It was like a suggestion that one just had to take up.

Without hesitation the male unscrambled his lower limbs from beneath him, bringing his massive body to a standing position as he shook off the powder that had begun to collect on his thick coat. Ivory and obsidian padders carried the large male up and towards the female's den, noticing the erican that she had apparently caught earlier and how it lay a little ways from her front limbs. Once inside the den, Demonio took caution as to not intrude within her personal space as he took a seat beside her, since he didn't think she would want to get aquainted with his spikes just yet. There wasn't much room for him to be able to keep a reasonable distance from the vixen, since her den wasn't exactly the largest.

My name is Demonio. What may yours be miss? Now that he was beside her, he felt that he had to keep the conversation going and he couldn't think of a better way than introducing himself. It was after all, rude not to present himself to a possible new friend. Especially one as pretty as she.

[arCADE.]

OOC: by the way, she isn’t in a den ^^ She’s sitting in a like... bit of rock that is out a little, like a hood, but not deep enough for a house.

At the new position and the friendlier tone, the cream she-wolf felt the ease of the male from so far away unwind and calm a little. Perhaps this was the sort of thing that the normals liked; just a bit of friendliness and welcoming. Due to her past experiences with family, this would be just a little more difficult, but it would not be unachievable. Any wolf could act kindly, it would just take a little more effort in certain cases and characters; Rint herself being one of those who would need much more patience than another. Forcing a smile (which turned out to look more like a creepy smirk) up onto those slick black lips, the body scooted a little more the the side, making it a tad more inviting to the male of her pack.

When the yin-yang wolf stood, the mass and amount of space he took up was extraordinary; showing that the genes in his family pool blessed him well. Her brother had nearly the same sort of build, both of them, in fact, whilst the females had been much smaller. She would consider the height that her DNA held to be that of an average wolfess; though she supposed the slimness was a lot less common as it was almost as if she could be thrown easily. If it were not for the well-toned muscles that lye beneath the topmost layer of fur, she certainly would be too useless to pull off anything. But those muscles... they proved how great of a huntress Rint was and, in some cases, even a pretty decent fighter. They were always well-worked and taken care of. Hell, maybe one day it would be a goal to be the best hunter in the pack; maybe even in the whole land.

The warmth enwrapped the entire small space as the new man took his set right beside her. The new sensation was comforting, causing a very friendly almost purr-like sound to leak out of the throat. He minded his large spikes, making sure not to make contact with her skin; not that she would not be able to take it, as it was an occupational hazard to her, consistently getting nailed by either horns or hooves; maybe even a pair of teeth if the creature was down to their last resources. It was a very sweet gesture regardless, though, and though not a single outward movement showed her appreciation; inside she filled with pleasure. He did not have to do such a nice thing, and it was written away in the silent book within the winged wolf’s mind; someday it would turn back to him.

Condensing the medium sized wings, she tried to pull herself in as much as possible to give the bigger wolf some more space. When he gave his name, Demonio, she gave a really short wag of the two tails that sprouted at her behind. Rint. She politely responded, her voice still quiet, and this time a little more shy. Something about him made her feel on edge, although not at the exact same time; something that was a rather awkward but aware feeling. Maybe compared to the first time a wolf hunts? The excitement and the thrill, but the nerves and uneasiness. Yeah, that seemed to be a rather accurate description.

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[Tonic]

Demonio

Rint

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(OCC: We'll just pretend I said rock outcropping ;P)

It was apparent even before he'd set foot in the female's rock outcropping that it was going to be somewhat of a tight fit. Not exactly as if they had to squish in next to one another, but more like it wasn't exactly super roomy or anything. Just from a quick examination of the place, he could tell right away that if he tried to back up just a bit more, his spikes would be touching the rock wall, which was something he really did not prefer. It wasn't too much of an issue though. He wasn't one who complained often.

The warmth of the two wolves was circulating very well in the small outcropping, wrapping the two in a blanket almost. Now that he was much more relaxed, it seemed that his energy had also transferred onto the vixen, for she gave a purr-like sound that came across as friendly. That was surely something he hadn't heard many wolven do before, but he took it all in stride. Demonio pretty much accepted everyone the way they were and didn't mind about anyone's quirks and such. After all, no one was perfect.

In the moment of silence after his introduction, the obsidian & ivory male took the chance to give the new female a quick look over. She was obviously smaller than he, as most females were, and slim, but his sharp eyes could detect the well-toned muscles lying beneath her pretty cream-colored fur. A hunter perhaps? Maybe a fighter? From what he gathered, he figured she looked to be more of a hunter than a fighter, although he assumed she could be a decent one when the moment arised. While his gaze remained trained on the winged fatal, he noticed a slight change of demeanour. Her body gave nothing away, but he could just feel something different about her right in that moment. He didn't know what it was or what caused it, but he did know that it was something positive.

His attention was suddenly pulled away from his observations of her when he noticed her trying to pull herself and her wings in closer, as if trying to make more room for him in the already crowded space. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Demonio slightly pulled himself out of the outcropping so that his spikes no longer faced the rock face, but the outside, allowing her more room. He usually didn't like to keep his back to others or open spaces, but this was a different situation and he would allow it. A slight wag came from her twin tails as she spoke her name to him. Rint. he repeated mentally, quietly running her name over his tongue. Very nice to meet you Rint. His voice was deep and ran out smoothly in a very gentlemanly fashion, his own bi-colored tail wagging as a gentle smile creased his black and white lips.

[arCADE.]

From the very corner of that golden yellow eye, the female picked up on the male looking every aspect of her body up and down. A cat-like grin slid up the black lips, the rest of the stone frozen body sort of repositioning to something like a pose; an invitation, one could say. It was sort of like a ‘hey, I know you’re looking, but I’m not against it’ kind of position. The movements into it were slow, practically unnoticeable, and very streamlined. The pace could be compared to a snail; a slow moving insect that most did not have the patience for. Rint was the kind that could hold like this for hours, watching and slowly stalking large prey. Everything was always perfectly timed, always thought out, never done haphazardly. That was why she had considered herself such a great hunter, for she felt her abilities were the best in her occupation.

Suddenly the male next to her moved away, and for a few moments the feeling of being wrapped up in a warm blanket broke; a very minuscule breeze blowing in. With this feeling came the thoughts of what had just happened turning into a wreck. Was he not happy sitting next to the lady? Uncomfortable, perhaps? Though her body read absolutely nothing on the subject, she felt just a little bit shattered. Goodness, the feelings were too emotional, and she needed to pull it together. Demonio was a new male, just had been met, and yet here Rint was, feeling all down trodden because he scooted away. Within the fast paced mind, she scolded herself, reprimanding so that she did not appear to be such a curious and slightly lost being. Though, she did feel tempted to pull him back in.

Without wasting much time, her lithe legs stepped out from the rock, pulling right up next to him, her face peering right up into his; bi-colored eyes glimmering. Her position was an awkward one, although it appeared to be very graceful; very similar to a feline, as it could be considered. For a moment, she kept quiet, even disregarded what he had just spoke, and just continued to stare in odd silence. It was almost as if she searched his eyes for something; a little piece of his soul buried so deep down within his body. She studied his face in the time that she was so near, looking over every nook and cranny, discovering things that she felt the need to. What caught the most interest was the dark maroon eyes, and staying attached to his gaze, she finally let the quiet voice of hers speak. Come, sit back in here with me. It’s warmer.

Pulling back, right into the corner she had been previously been sitting in, she gave a look of expectancy. Maybe if he were to lay at the back of the cropping, and she were to lay directly in front of him, they would fit a lot better. Would that be awkward for him, though? It would be warm, and they could be in a more comfortable state. Although, it would be a much... closer one. There was always the chance he had trust issues, and of course the two had just met, and so Rint felt it would be inappropriate to ask. If he brought it up, though, her suggestion could be put to use. If only, if only.

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Demonio

Do You Feel Something?

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In his time within the Cerrac ranks, Demonio had come to the realization that his new home was aboslutely beautiful. He appreaciated every single thing about it. Only now with winter and the coming snow, Cerrac looked like an uncharted, pratically untouched other world. It was breathtaking really. But, despite its majestic and wild beauty, his attention was now completely absorbed in Rint.

There was just something about this female, he didn't know what exactly, that made him feel comfortable; accepted. It was almost an unknown feeling to the large brute as a result of some harsh lessons earlier in life. He'd been betrayed once before in his life, by the most trusted being in his life; his father. And unfortunately, that was the biggest blow to Demonio, one which he has still yet to recover from. Since discovering the betrayal he has looked to outsiders and strangers with a wary eye. In his mind there is always the possibility of being betrayed again and so he has never let anyone close to him again. A wall, a barrier of sorts was always seperating him from everyone and anyone. But at this very moment, that wall was lowered, leaving him slightly exposed. How could a female whom he had just met cause such a thing to happen?

His reminiscing was cut short as his mind registered another change in Rint. Pushing his thoughts aside, Demonio refocused his attention back upon the pretty cream fatal. Since his shift in position to what he thought was a more comfortable one for her, a kind of upset vibe surrounded her. Worry creased the knight's features. What had he done to upset her? Was it his presence? Had his gentlemanly gesture backfired? He mentally began to berate himself for such stupidity. He should have just stayed where he was. Now she was going to be upset and perhaps close up and not want to speak again. God, he was such an idiot sometimes when it came to women.

He was so consumed with scolding himself that he didn't notice that Rint had come up right beside him until her face was merely inches from his. His maroon eyes locked onto her uniquely bi-colored gems, his chest moving slowly, his heart beat measured. It was surely something he hadn't expected, but it welcomed a pleasant feeling. His statement from before had gone unanswered, seemingly forgotten, but he could really care less at the moment. As they continued to stare at one another, for that one moment in time, it was like time itself had come to a complete halt. He was aware of nothing that was not Rint. Her eyes searched his facade, as if looking for something. What would she find there? Would she see the betrayal he had suffered early on in life? Would she see his growing attachment to her?

And then, her quiet voice filled his ears. Come, sit back in here with me. It's wamer. And with that, Rint pulled back away from him, back into the corner she'd been occupying, a look of expantacy on her delicate features. It was like Demonio was spell-bound, entranced by her. The moment she pulled away he wanted to go to her, to enter that intimiate space again. His eyes grazed the area behind her, an idea forming in his mind. If he were to lay at the back of the cropping, then perhaps she could position herself comfortably in front of him, maybe even beside him. Of course that was wishful thinking, but there was just a need now to be as close to her as possible. Where had all this come from? These thoughts did not sound like his own, and yet they were. Straightening, the spiked brute slowly walked to the back of the outcropping, his steps hesitant as he passed Rint. A sudden urge to reach out and touch her came over him, so sudden and strong, but he fought it, continuing the rest of his way to the back. His strong limbs lowered his powerful body onto the rock, his spikes now facing the back wall. His dark maroon eyes never left Rint's figure for a single second as he waited for her to join him.

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OOC: sooooo sorry about the mega-late reply!

Rint was lost, captivated in something that was very unknown and confusing to most wolves. All that was wanted had been the comfort of this male, one that was just barely met, and yet somehow caught every bit of her like a fish on a line. How, exactly, had things turned about so quickly inside of her? Everything seemed a little hazy; blurry in comparison to the normally clear-headed and fast paced wolf. Nothing ever was unexpected as a hunter, as every single position and outcome had to be taken into consideration when choosing a prey and for the hunt to go successfully. This thought, was entirely by surprise, and regardless of how it made her feel from the fear of unknown; she liked it; maybe even loved it. It was a feeling that not even family members could stimulate.

By her command, it appeared that Demonio was going to comply without any hesitation. Calmly and smoothly, he moved in behind the cream femme, taking his place right down behind her as she had wished she had suggested. It must have been luck that made him know completely what had been her initial idea, or maybe they had even shared some sort of connection that was even deeper than expected. Whichever it may have been, it suddenly made the heart within beat at a pace that was unnatural; growing in a fast movement until it nearly jumped from the chest cavity where it was located. Did he want for her to join him?

Turning those bi-colored eyes, they locked onto the darker maroon ones in a steady and relaxed gaze. Question read over the body, but the answers within did not need a voicing as the invitation in his own eyes welcomed her to be by his side. A grin slid up her mouth as the cat-like body removed itself from the sitting position, curling around as it did so. She came up his side, starting about mid-thigh, and came up to about his neck. Laying down, there was no hesitation in pushing her slim body back, resting it comfortably on his. Within her ribcage, she could feel how fast her heart was pulsating; thumping nearly to the point of bursting. With a deep inhale, she attempted to calm her nerves.

Placing her head down on her paws-which now were placed directly in front of her-she rested. The erican from earlier was now much further from where they lay, a little more to the entrance than by their immediate bodies. How long have you blessed our lands? The word ’blessed’ came as no accident, as really, she felt exalted at his status and enjoyed everything about him thus far.

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Demonio

Feel My Heart Race...

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OOC: sorry about my late reply. i just got the internet back today. XD


His body was completely relaxed as he laid against the rock, careful not to let his large dark spikes bump against the rock behind him since that would not be very comfortable. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as he focused on controlling his heartbeat, his dark maroon eyes steady on Rint's cream figure.

Those amazing bi-colored eyes of hers turned in his direction, staring straight into his in a steady, unwavering gaze. And then a smile slid up her lips and he lost control of his heartbeat. The organ in his chest began beating rapidly, as if he were involved in some kind of heavy physical activity. Slowly, her cat-like frame began moving towards him and it seemed that his heart matched each step beat for beat. By the time she had come up beside him, his heart was practically pounding in his chest. His facade remained smooth though, not wanting to give away anything.

He held his breath as she began to lower herself, wondering if she would lie beside him as he desired. His heart lept into his throat as Rint adjusted her slim body beside his, not all hesitant as she rested it against his massive frame. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he thought for sure she would be able to hear it. His gaze roamed her body as he took in their proximity. A thought crossed his mind. Was he the only one that felt this way? Did she too feel as nervous as he did? It seemed that those questions would go unanswered for he would not dare ask her how she felt for fear of revealing his own brewing emotions.

He watched with gentle eyes as Rint lowered her head on her paws and rested. A feeling of protectiveness suddenly overcame him and he felt the need to caress her, even for just a moment. Where were all these crazy thoughts coming from?! Demonio shook his head in disbelief at himself. Part of him felt that it was foolish that a female he had just met was havin such an effect on him while the other part of him wanted to explore these new thoughts and feelings and find out where they led him to. Taking a deep breath, the black&white brute reached out with his muzzle, gently caressing her neck for a moment before pulling back. He hoped she wouldn't reject the action and perhaps be angry with him for making such a bold move.

How long have you blessed our lands? Blessed? Why had she said it like that? It sounded as if he were something special that had come to Cerrac, which in truth he wasn't. Could that mean...He stopped himself before he got to far. Redirecting his attention, he focused on coming up with an answer to her question. Well...I've only been here a couple of weeks really. Not to long. How long have you...graced these lands? He thought it appropriate to kind of throw the compliment back, if that's what it was, since she was really the prettiest fatal he'd come across in a long time.

[arCADE.]

Heavy eyes began to befall those odd two differently shaded orbs. Although it had not been all too late, for how early the huntress had gotten up, it was beginning to feel as if it had been time to return to the warmth of the soil den. Hunts were mostly successful at the very peaks of the morning; when the air was still crisp and the sun was still napping away in it’s own hammock. It had become of second nature to creep into her den early in the evening, waking when the full amount of sleep had taken care of the cream covered body. Still, the pack was provided for and the early morning solitude was always appreciated and taken full advantage of; no matter how quickly her nights ended.

Then something on the back of her head caught the female off guard. Almost whipping the well-toned neck about, Rint peered at the form of Demonio’s muzzle gracefully and caringly caressing her. Heart beat picking up, warm blood pumped quickly and thoroughly; covering the regions of her cheeks a little more than the rest of the body. Pulling her head swiftly around, she replaced it back on her black paws to try and hide the little bit of embarrassment she felt. He made her body hotter than lava on the inside of a volcano... and hopefully he would not be able to pick up on that. This was too vulnerable of a feeling, and although it was amazing, it was albeit terrifying at the same time.

Answered a statement and even asked a question of his own, Demonio spoke to Rint in a very cool tone. When he paused, for a moment the assumption rose that the same words would be given right on back, but they were not, as he was a wiser male than that. Grinning and trying to put emotions back into place, the black lips opened slowly and words oozed quietly. Not too long, around the same as you... A tired tear found it’s way into her right eyeball, and with a blink, it ran softly down her cheek. It was getting near the time that her body was put to rest.

Fighting back a yawn, the small head lifted and peered into the maroon pools that captivated her soul to the very core. Do you... wish to come sleep in my den? The words were a little more apprehensive, held back just the small amount that was scared to say them.

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Demonio

Just go with the flow...

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It seemed that his gentle action had somewhat startled the beautiful female, for she turned rather quickly to glance at the brute as his muzzle made a soft caress to her neck before retreating back to its original place.

As his maroon eyes watched her for a reaction, it was promptly noticed that a slight color washed over the dame's cheeks as she came to process the reaction. Demonio tilted his skull sideways in a slightly confused manner. Why did she blush? Was she embarassed by his gesture? Did she not like it? So many unanswered questions ran through the stalker's mind. Well something, he was uncertain as to what it was exactly, caused Rint to quickly turn back around, replacing her crown upon her paws.

The male felt crestfallen. Had he upset her in anyway? He hoped he hadn't. Despite just knowing her, he didn't like the feeling of possibly having upset her. As he laid there, he suddenly again became aware of the fact that her body was right up against his...but, there was something there that wasn't there before. Focusing on the feeling of their bodies, Demonio could feel heat, but he wasn't sure from whom it was coming from. He himself was a very warm wolf, thanks to the fire that lived in his belly and so it wasn't unusual for him to transfer heat onto others near him. But despite this fact, a little voice in the back of his head told him that maybe it wasn't him, but Rint. Maybe, just maybe, she felt somethin stirring inside of her for him just as he felt something stirring inside of him for her.

Just as his thoughts began to develop, that sweet quiet voice interrupted him and brought his attention back to the cream colored fatal as she answered his own question. The obsidian&ivory male simply nodded his head in acknowledgement as he noticed a tired aura overcome Rint. She was tired already? Perhaps she'd awoken at an earlier time than he? He would never know for sure. And then, those amazing bi-colored eyes glanced up at him, coming to eye-level with his dark maroon pools as her sweet voice filled his ears. Do you... wish to come sleep in my den?

The organ within his chest cavity froze for several moments before coming back to life, this time pumping so hard he was sure it was bound to seperate itself from his very body. Demonio looked to Rint for several heavy moments as he tried to find his voice again. I...I would love to. His voice was low and husky as he answered, his body moving closer to hers if only slightly.

[arCADE.]

His body, although already so close to hers that it made her feel safe in every inevitable way, somehow managed to move in just that smallest bit closer. This was what protection felt like; what pack and friends could not ever hope to portray, this used to be stranger wormed his way right into a spot that Rint didn’t know existed until now. Who would have imagined that somebody as rough and nonchalant on the outside was so easily taken down by one just previously met. Rarely would she admit that she even noticed another wolf’s existence, and now the hunter was convincing her own mind that she had a crush. A strong, handsome, protective crush. Inwardly there was another blush, as it was apparent that there was no way out of liking this male.

Moving the onyx nose forward, not waiting for an answer, it ran it’s way smoothly over his side, then shoulder, than neck. Pulling away, again with as much care in her two tones, she looked kindly into the maroon jewels that captured every part of the cream being. Once again getting caught, she intently kept gazing, waiting for a reply. It appeared that words were escaping his throat; that somewhere out in the world they were lost, unable to be found. Perhaps he was just as nervous as she? That would make the smaller lady feel a lot better; to not feel as abnormal and different from the average way.

When they were finally repossessed, they came out in a husky and deep tone. Success was overwhelming, taking over the femme’s body quickly and in one smooth sweep. The question asked was a little awkward; plus, giving that it was still early evening, seemed a little off putting. The other did not seem to care either way, though, as the invitation was accepted and the continuing stare that he had given the fatale. With a really quick, and really short wag, she showed the greatest appreciation that she would not have to be sleeping alone tonight. (Not that it had really been a bother before, but, you know, it was just a nice add on.)

Pressing into him, the warmth from her average sized frame passed onto Demonio’s large one for only a single moment. Then the cat-like stilts lifted, raising the entire female into the air. Taking a step back, turning, she made the notion toward the place she slept. Bending down, she quickly grabbed up the erican from earlier; it would be a morning snack. On quick feet, the legs were off, carrying the body and leading the male to her place of comfort. Would they both even fit in there? Of course we will... She calmed herself, forcing an exhale from the lungs. It would be a sort of tight squeeze, as Rint had never anticipated the company of another wolf, but there would still be leg room for both. Besides, there could always be some more room dug out near the back and sides to give them a little more space.

Coming to the hole, as it had not been very far away, the feet paused. Eyes glared down into the pit, searching out the familiarity of it. The two had both been particularly new to the place, so the housing for both was still particularly fresh. Perhaps, instead of staying in their own separate places, they could... well, no, that would certainly be too quick of a question to ask and no way would Rint have the guts to ask it. Maybe if things progressed, she would offer up the idea, but for now, it would just make things awkward. Correct?

Well, here it is. Again, she answered with a quiet and attentive tone.

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