When it snows, it Blizzards

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Demonio

Sparks…

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It all felt surreal. He had joined the ranks of Cerrac because the necessity of belonging to a pack had been strong in him and he could not bear to deny it much longer. His acceptance had gone smoothly, if not perfectly, for he was able to demonstrate to Bella that he was worthy of the position that he held and that he would work hard to maintain it. Within the first couple of hours of being accepted he had already begun to perform his task, guarding the pack boundaries. Never in his life would he have thought that he would find a female whom he would take to right away. One who would make his heart race and cause him to take chances. This was a side of Demonio that had never been awakened and yet Rint brought it out of him.

His gaze never left Rint’s figure as he waited for her response to his acceptance of her request. From the time they had begun to converse, his eyes had only left her frame once if not twice, but after those two times, never had they strayed from her. She had him transfixed. He couldn’t get enough of her beauty. Everything about her was amazing. From her dark stained muzzle, to her bi-colored jewels, her cream fur, her dark wings, her twin tails. She was the embodiment of beauty. And then, something unexpected happened; Rint touched him. It wasn’t like an accidental brush or her leaning farther back on him; she actually touched him of her own accord. Her delicate velvety nose ran over his side, moving to his shoulder before ending at his neck. Goosebumps, though invisible because of his thick fur, rippled across his body and the need to touch her again arose, stronger than before.

As she pulled away, her eyes remained locked in his, a gentle kindness shining through. He hadn’t seen that look in her eyes just a few moments ago, but now it was clearly evident. Could it be possible that she returned his affection? His stomach seemed to drop to the rock floor at the mere thought of her feeling something for him. His maroon jewels caught the short wag of those twin tails that were a part of the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. It was apparent that his response was the one that she wanted to hear, for she gently pushed herself into him for a just a moment before coming to stand. As she moved away, Demonio’s body immediately brought itself into a standing position, his spikes nearly brushing the roof as he gently shook out his onyx & bleached coat.

While he watched her, he noticed how she went to pick up the erican and then moved towards what appeared to be a hole dug into the side of the out-cropping. Would that be where they slept? His silent question was answered as Rint spoke up again, her quiet voice inviting him to join her. Smiling softly, he approached her, rubbing his right cheek against hers for just a moment before pulling back. Ladies first. His right foreleg swung out slowly, in a sort of bowing gesture for her to move in first.

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Eyes were locked on to the deep darkness of the den, unwavering as certain matters flashed throughout the mind that controlled the unblinking globular organs. What if things were about to go wrong? It was not the season for breeding, and so hopefully there were no urges, although it was unclear exactly what sort of male this one would turn out to be. So far it had been proven that Demonio was a rather sweet and kind wolf; one that was intelligent and strong, to boot. Nothing in stance or attitude had shown that deep down inside, there were nasty intentions. Was there some sort of paranoia that drove Rint to think as such? There was absolutely no reason to be freaking out, especially toward one that feelings were developing for. With mental force, the thoughts were thrown from her mind. How dare she think so little of him.

With a soft touch of a wet muzzle and warm cheek, Rint’s mind was brought right back into focus. She was back in the real world, now. Pulling with the muscles within the slender neck, the head lifted; looking over and turning up to peer into the captivating maroon pools. A heated smile spread down the jaws, all of it meant for the brute that currently contained her heart; a gift just for him. For the moment, at least, relaxation should be the biggest concern. Tired bones were beginning to weaken for every moment that the femme was still awake. Yup, it was definitely time for some sleep.

The gentlemanly words were easy on the perked ears, and that warm smile still held well upon her maw. Turning to the dark hole, she entered. The walk was a short one, as it was only a small hallway until it opened up to the main den. Being in the ground, all of it was made from dark soil. Here and there lay small bits of grass or leaves, gathered from Rint to make the den a lot more comfortable to sleep in. In a tiny corner lay many small bones, all from past meals or hunts. Lifelessly, she tossed the erican over into that spot. It landed with a soft thud, and rolled only about an inch; stopping right before it hit the walls edge. Coming to the middle of the den, she paused, flipping her body 180 degrees to look up at the entrance and greet him as he walked in.

Placing her smaller body down, she lay in a half curl, ready to imitate whichever position he chose to sleep in.

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[Tonic]

Demonio

Let's Get Some Rest...

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Rint had appeared to be in thought before the obsidian and ivory knight came and caressed her cheek. As he watched her, he began to wonder what it was exactly that she was thinking. What an interesting thing it would be to be able to see into other's thoughts. It would certainly be helpful at the moment, since Demonio was unsure whether his growing feelings were mutual or simply one-sided.

His gentle touch had snapped the beautiful fatal from her quiet musings and brought her back to the present time. Her slender neck turned, bringing her facade to face his, her bi-colored eyes looking straight into his maroon ones. And then something amazing happened; Rint smiled. If she wasn't beauitful enough, that smile that now graced her lips made her even more beautiful than he could ever imagine anyone could be. His own smile creased his bi-colored lips, his gentle gaze never leaving hers.

Turning away from him, the smaller winged damsel moved through the entrance, going all the way back into the den. For the third time that day, his eyes moved away from her and scanned the area of the den. Leaves and bits of foliage lay scattered on the floor, creating a sort of bedding for resting. A little bit farther were some bones, -and the recently added erican- from past meals she had had he would assume. It wasn't until she had gone in all the way and turned, laying half-curled on the den floor, her gaze trained on him as she waited for him to enter. Sighing quietly, Demonio walked in after Rint, his large body fitting nicely inside the den. His padders carried him around the cream figure as he placed himself behind her just as they had been not to long ago.

Limbs folded themselves beneath the massive brute as he lowered his large frame onto the comfortable bedding. There was plenty of leg room and enough space for his spikes not to be in the way. Neck extended, muzzle pressing softly into the back of Rint's neck, trying to tell her that if she wanted to she could sleep against him before returning back to its original position. If anything he would have curled around her already, resting his head on her neck gently, but he didn't want to move too fast for fear of upsetting her. If she wished to sleep against him, then it would be of her own accord; he would not force her do anything she didn't want to do.