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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [Open] Sticks and Stones, Love...
    #3
    Motion halted as she reached the small clearing.  Orbs scanned the area for anything, or anyone of interest.  She may have sensed a presence nearing which put her on alert.  Nares inhaled deeply to search for a scent, his scent.  A fluttered exhale expelled from her chest in dismay.  It was too faint here.  Oh well, she was sure he would find her when he wished.  Crown lowered to the newly grown turf as maw plucked away carelessly...

    Her thoughts traveled back to the cave where she had left her newborn tucked away in the darkness.  He would be safe there for now.  Mom had stuff to do... Grown up stuff.  The winds shifted slightly bringing her a familiar scent.  She paused from her grazing crown still lowered.  Grin pulled at her lips as she heard her name on familiar tones.  Ah yes, say my name...

     Thoughts shifted again as lobes caught his faint steps nearing. Crown raised as orbs studied him closing in.  A need. Desperation perhaps.  His own steele gaze looking her over approvingly.  She posed slightly as he commented as if responding shallowly "obviously".  Smirk played with her delicate features. His curiosity towards her newborn surprised her. Sweet lips parted,

    In time I'm sure. Soft vocals replied.  He stepped nearer and she drew in his scent again.  Oh the fun they could have.  Orbs closed as she remembered their last encounter.  The game they equally shared.  Could she push him farther this time?  Devilish smirk grew at the thoughts. Oh the tempting delicious thoughts...

    He was only a reach away as she was sure he wanted it that way.  The temptress drew nearer.  Velvet muzzle reached for his masculine neck. His question lingered between them for some time.  It didn't require an answer as always.  Just small talk.  She was well and he was aware of happenings as of late.  So she let it linger.  A soft touch placed where his chest and neck met.  Her muzzle dragging ever so slightly towards his jaw.  She paused....  Warm breath breathed her answer into his flesh, 

    I am well.  You? A question deserves another question, right.  Her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth.  Fighting an urge to snap them at his hide.  Ah Fuck it! Jaw parted slightly as muzzle drew back exposing her pearly whites.  Gripping his flesh firmly and holding for a moment.  Not enough force to cause harm but just enough to push temptation...  
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    [Open] Sticks and Stones, Love... - by Karaugh - 01-22-2017, 10:27 PM
    RE: [Open] Sticks and Stones, Love... - by Karaugh - 01-23-2017, 02:07 AM



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