Post by Idolatry on Dec 26, 2006 22:24:46 GMT -5
Date: 26/12/2006
Members present: Idolatry, and Seamrog
Non-members present: none
Location: Order of the Wolf
Idolatry remained motionless beneath the tall oak; plume-washed sails pulled up, softly covering the shoulder with the tips splaying out in an array of glittering pigments along his dorsal. The alabaster stag was in a state of sleep; peaceful, beholding that familiar nobleness with the accenting structures upon his crown. For the present, crystal-hued optics were shunted with alabaster curtains; torpor benighting the ethereal being as he dreamed of daisies, and all those wonderful things. It was a quiet night tonight. Not many wolves around, and those that were only prowled without much fanfair, as cats do in the cover of nightfall's darkness. The distant coo of an owl chimed out from the South Western woods, echoing along with the symphony of chirping crickets along the water hole's edge.
Fae of alabaster and pastel green hue swarmed across the terrain, leathered wings of the devil resting along spinal cord's path. Audits were alert, flicking with each sudden outburst by the bird brains in the surrounding trees. She was not use to being where the trees closed in, making it seem as though suffocation may occur. A clearing wasseen ahead, an ivory figure resting under a rather large oak tree. The scent wafted into fae's albino nostrils, telling her mind that it was infact Idola. She stalked on, into his direction... Giving rump a flop to the groun before him as she looked down upon him and watched him sleep in that peaceful state he was in. She dare not stir him.
Idolatry's purple hark flicked, the pair perking as he was naturally brought to his awareness with the scencing of a new presence approach. Silver voids revealing thmeselves gentley, in time, to peer up upon his fellow packmate, Seamrog. Indeed, he had to admit, it was a lovely sight to wake up to, but he wouldn't dare verbally express this. Instead, fores brought the stag heavenwards, reclining himself into a seated position to leer back at her with a sleepy gaze, and an offered grin. "Hey, Clover." He cooed in his cherubic voice. He'd always preferred 'Clover' over 'Seamrog', as far as her call names went, ever since he met her. Clover almost seemed like a cute pet name, whereas Seamrog was so blunt, and almost not fitting for the gorgeous lass. Of course 'Seam' would have worked just as well, but 'Clover' seemed to stick with him. Dorsal husk bristled briefly, as a cool draft blew through the vicinity; harks falling back to listen to the symphony of crickets behind himself. "How are you this evening?" Harks falling back, adverting his undivided attention upon the pretty faemme. He hadn't seen her in a while, and he had to admit that he missed her presence, even though for the moment there was really nothing between them. Always abscent-mindedly hoping for more, but he didn't know what approach to take with her. He was a Beta, and so always he feared that if he were to make any moves at all, she might have been scared away, perhaps by the superiority, as some seemed to be. It was odd, since Idol never thought of himself as higher than the others within the pack. He only wished to serve and protect, and that was what he stuck to.
Seamrog's tongue lapped at pink jowls, she wished to sit on him and dominate over him, but he had already rose into a seating position. "Not as content as I thought I'd be... However, looks like things might lighten up with you here, Isolda." She smirked after calling him by a girl's name, whipcord thumping against terrain and flattening down the crimson flowers to her side. "You looked like you were pretty happy there in your little dream world, what were you dreaming of?" She snickered, giving right ligament a slow rise and placing mitten firmly against brute's side. Daggers gave a soft claw against his tender flesh, befoore a heavy shove was given to his side as she tried to push him over.
Idolatry's brow furrowed lightly, momentarily perplexed. Why should she not be content with this peaceful night? The compliment came quick, and hard. Striking the stag with suprizing speed of bashfulness as a light rouge tinted his facial; mauve harks pressing flat against his skull. "Err-ah.. Oh.." He said, unable to really think of a good comeback to the quick comment which so easily seemed to knock him off his feet. He obviously wasn't ready for it, but it really was a nice touch, even with the vain pronounciation of his dubbance - though of course it was done on purpose. Dream world? Oh dear. He so wanted to, but refrained from simpley replying "You.." Instead, replying with a stretching roll of the shoulders, gaze averting for a brief consolation of the stars before returning to meet her pretty emerald leer. "Ooh, you know. Daisies, and rabbits, and such. The usual." He cocked his dome to one side, idley peering down at the offered touch, which quickly turned into a light prick and a push. He couldn't help it. He easily allowed himself to topple over with the lightness of the force issued from the female, easily allowing her to 'win' per say. Flopping onto the opposite side from which she pushed him with, he rolled onto his back and curled his paws up to his chest, like a tamed dog wanting a belly rub. His own caudal gave it's own signature wavers of pleasantries, pleased to 'play' with a lass as pretty as she. He gazed back at her, blackened brims pulling into a sheepish grin. "Hey now! Take it easy on me!" He mocked in light, sarcastic tunes.
Seamrog erupted in laughter at his late reaction to her comment on him. She grinned to his rosey features, before nudging at him when he spoke of dreaming about Daisys... .. "Uhh.. Daisies? Are you... serious?" She questioned, cocking brow and tilting head to him as he toppled over onto his side and then rolled onto his back, tucking in those mitts of his to his chest. "Don't get too excited there, bub." She cackled, giving a creepy crawl over to his fallen figure and placing her toosh upon his lower half, swaying whipcord side to side as she gave playful, but cruel slaps to his shorter snout. "Are you telling thetruth? It'd be awful dishonest for a heavenhoundsuch as yourself to lie to your own kind."
My god, did she know how to push a guy's buttons. And they weren't at all the bad type, either. He actually enjoyed the dominance over him, and had she left, she would only leave him with craving for more. It was different, yet exciting both at once. Not knowing what to do... His heart hurt from the speedy, rythmic pulses, which seemed to arise in the play, as well as being in this situation with her... Should he act out in those urges that just seemed to rip and tear at him every time she got near? Or should he hold his tongue and actions as a responsible Beta? The two were tearing him apart, exciting him and dragging him down together. It seemed a bit cliche... A Heavenhound x Hellhound hybrid causing mixed feelings of emotion. He wrinkled his nose, playfully in the light abuse. Was she bantering with him?? He couldn't tell.. Though guys were always thick like that. Finally, awaiting a moment between the offered abuse, and perplexed ideas running like mad through his dome, he squeaked, "You!" A few puffs of the ribcage exchanged oxygen, quickly for carbon, before he added on, "I was dreaming of you..." With that out, it as as if he'd released a beast that had yearned to come out for decades. Trapped by the blackened brims which covered his dentals, and shunted his tongue from ever uttering such a thing. It was out, and obvious that he had something for the female, and with this well set in his mind, his expression tinted to a deep crimson. Oh dear...
Seamrog stared down upon the brute as he confessed his feelings for her. Her lips grew tight and the wrinkles of her cheeks twitched as she held back laughter. After containing her laughter, she leaned down to the brute and gave his ebony nose a slight lap. "Do you dream about me often?" She taunted, giving a gentle rest ontop of him, hinds resting on either side of his lower half as front mitts rest on his fluffy chest. Cranium remained raised, daggers giving soft cat-like pittypawing to his chest as she teased him unknowingly. "Do you.. have feelings for me... secretly?" She called out in a husky whisper, pink tongue running across her rims as she stared upon him in content. Ohhh, what wasaboutto happen?
Idolatry waited for the heated pigment to at least dull before he gave a hard puff of breath. Well it was out, she knew, and there was nothing he could do about it to take it back... He expected the tease afterwards, knowing her personality well enough to identify what she were to do next in more obvious situations. In truth, he wasn't even dreaming of anything at all... "Well... I guess..." He seemed to squeak back to her, unable to control his voice properly due to the added weight upon his belly, as well as the tense situation... Well, tense for him at least. He so utterly feared rejection, but for some reason, it didn't seem to be turning out that way at all, for she still held her comfortable place along his form, and was now even asking questions about the matter. Awkwardness soon arised within the brute. She was poking and prodding the questions out of him, but he had yet to find out her feelings for him...
Seamrog continued pittypawing at his chest, before rolling off of him and slipping onto her long limbs. "Would you like to go somewhere quiet? ... .....So.. that we could discuss this without interruptions, that is." She smiled for the first time, which was a rare greeting to anyone she knew, maybe he would relax knowing that she was easing up to him now that she knew his true feelings for her. "I'm not going to beat you down or nothing, so down't cower." She said, cocking a brow to him before slipping off into a random direction with banner up and swaying high asshe revealed to him her most precious bits. She didn't knbow where she was going, but she was sure that a cave would be in her path atleast somewhere.
Idolatry Alas! He could breathe again! Though he didn't know whether it was the uplifted physical, or mental weight which both seemed to poke at him. No matter, things were starting to look better, allowing the stag to begin looking past his assumptions of her reactions, and onto what could happen in the upcoming moments they shared together. He was definitely in. Why the hell turn back, when such a wonderful opportunity was offered? Especially when he'd always dreaded on expecting the worst. Perhaps in secret, he would be allowed to know her feelings towards him! Whatever was to come, he hoped that their sprouting friendship would withstand any battering that might also occur. Flipping onto his side with the released pressure, he lifted himself to full stature and chased after Seam, in search of privacy.
[Aaaaaaand as you can see, Idol and Seam left for privacy... So that could mean only one thing!! PUPPIES!!]
Members present: Idolatry, and Seamrog
Non-members present: none
Location: Order of the Wolf
Idolatry remained motionless beneath the tall oak; plume-washed sails pulled up, softly covering the shoulder with the tips splaying out in an array of glittering pigments along his dorsal. The alabaster stag was in a state of sleep; peaceful, beholding that familiar nobleness with the accenting structures upon his crown. For the present, crystal-hued optics were shunted with alabaster curtains; torpor benighting the ethereal being as he dreamed of daisies, and all those wonderful things. It was a quiet night tonight. Not many wolves around, and those that were only prowled without much fanfair, as cats do in the cover of nightfall's darkness. The distant coo of an owl chimed out from the South Western woods, echoing along with the symphony of chirping crickets along the water hole's edge.
Fae of alabaster and pastel green hue swarmed across the terrain, leathered wings of the devil resting along spinal cord's path. Audits were alert, flicking with each sudden outburst by the bird brains in the surrounding trees. She was not use to being where the trees closed in, making it seem as though suffocation may occur. A clearing wasseen ahead, an ivory figure resting under a rather large oak tree. The scent wafted into fae's albino nostrils, telling her mind that it was infact Idola. She stalked on, into his direction... Giving rump a flop to the groun before him as she looked down upon him and watched him sleep in that peaceful state he was in. She dare not stir him.
Idolatry's purple hark flicked, the pair perking as he was naturally brought to his awareness with the scencing of a new presence approach. Silver voids revealing thmeselves gentley, in time, to peer up upon his fellow packmate, Seamrog. Indeed, he had to admit, it was a lovely sight to wake up to, but he wouldn't dare verbally express this. Instead, fores brought the stag heavenwards, reclining himself into a seated position to leer back at her with a sleepy gaze, and an offered grin. "Hey, Clover." He cooed in his cherubic voice. He'd always preferred 'Clover' over 'Seamrog', as far as her call names went, ever since he met her. Clover almost seemed like a cute pet name, whereas Seamrog was so blunt, and almost not fitting for the gorgeous lass. Of course 'Seam' would have worked just as well, but 'Clover' seemed to stick with him. Dorsal husk bristled briefly, as a cool draft blew through the vicinity; harks falling back to listen to the symphony of crickets behind himself. "How are you this evening?" Harks falling back, adverting his undivided attention upon the pretty faemme. He hadn't seen her in a while, and he had to admit that he missed her presence, even though for the moment there was really nothing between them. Always abscent-mindedly hoping for more, but he didn't know what approach to take with her. He was a Beta, and so always he feared that if he were to make any moves at all, she might have been scared away, perhaps by the superiority, as some seemed to be. It was odd, since Idol never thought of himself as higher than the others within the pack. He only wished to serve and protect, and that was what he stuck to.
Seamrog's tongue lapped at pink jowls, she wished to sit on him and dominate over him, but he had already rose into a seating position. "Not as content as I thought I'd be... However, looks like things might lighten up with you here, Isolda." She smirked after calling him by a girl's name, whipcord thumping against terrain and flattening down the crimson flowers to her side. "You looked like you were pretty happy there in your little dream world, what were you dreaming of?" She snickered, giving right ligament a slow rise and placing mitten firmly against brute's side. Daggers gave a soft claw against his tender flesh, befoore a heavy shove was given to his side as she tried to push him over.
Idolatry's brow furrowed lightly, momentarily perplexed. Why should she not be content with this peaceful night? The compliment came quick, and hard. Striking the stag with suprizing speed of bashfulness as a light rouge tinted his facial; mauve harks pressing flat against his skull. "Err-ah.. Oh.." He said, unable to really think of a good comeback to the quick comment which so easily seemed to knock him off his feet. He obviously wasn't ready for it, but it really was a nice touch, even with the vain pronounciation of his dubbance - though of course it was done on purpose. Dream world? Oh dear. He so wanted to, but refrained from simpley replying "You.." Instead, replying with a stretching roll of the shoulders, gaze averting for a brief consolation of the stars before returning to meet her pretty emerald leer. "Ooh, you know. Daisies, and rabbits, and such. The usual." He cocked his dome to one side, idley peering down at the offered touch, which quickly turned into a light prick and a push. He couldn't help it. He easily allowed himself to topple over with the lightness of the force issued from the female, easily allowing her to 'win' per say. Flopping onto the opposite side from which she pushed him with, he rolled onto his back and curled his paws up to his chest, like a tamed dog wanting a belly rub. His own caudal gave it's own signature wavers of pleasantries, pleased to 'play' with a lass as pretty as she. He gazed back at her, blackened brims pulling into a sheepish grin. "Hey now! Take it easy on me!" He mocked in light, sarcastic tunes.
Seamrog erupted in laughter at his late reaction to her comment on him. She grinned to his rosey features, before nudging at him when he spoke of dreaming about Daisys... .. "Uhh.. Daisies? Are you... serious?" She questioned, cocking brow and tilting head to him as he toppled over onto his side and then rolled onto his back, tucking in those mitts of his to his chest. "Don't get too excited there, bub." She cackled, giving a creepy crawl over to his fallen figure and placing her toosh upon his lower half, swaying whipcord side to side as she gave playful, but cruel slaps to his shorter snout. "Are you telling thetruth? It'd be awful dishonest for a heavenhoundsuch as yourself to lie to your own kind."
My god, did she know how to push a guy's buttons. And they weren't at all the bad type, either. He actually enjoyed the dominance over him, and had she left, she would only leave him with craving for more. It was different, yet exciting both at once. Not knowing what to do... His heart hurt from the speedy, rythmic pulses, which seemed to arise in the play, as well as being in this situation with her... Should he act out in those urges that just seemed to rip and tear at him every time she got near? Or should he hold his tongue and actions as a responsible Beta? The two were tearing him apart, exciting him and dragging him down together. It seemed a bit cliche... A Heavenhound x Hellhound hybrid causing mixed feelings of emotion. He wrinkled his nose, playfully in the light abuse. Was she bantering with him?? He couldn't tell.. Though guys were always thick like that. Finally, awaiting a moment between the offered abuse, and perplexed ideas running like mad through his dome, he squeaked, "You!" A few puffs of the ribcage exchanged oxygen, quickly for carbon, before he added on, "I was dreaming of you..." With that out, it as as if he'd released a beast that had yearned to come out for decades. Trapped by the blackened brims which covered his dentals, and shunted his tongue from ever uttering such a thing. It was out, and obvious that he had something for the female, and with this well set in his mind, his expression tinted to a deep crimson. Oh dear...
Seamrog stared down upon the brute as he confessed his feelings for her. Her lips grew tight and the wrinkles of her cheeks twitched as she held back laughter. After containing her laughter, she leaned down to the brute and gave his ebony nose a slight lap. "Do you dream about me often?" She taunted, giving a gentle rest ontop of him, hinds resting on either side of his lower half as front mitts rest on his fluffy chest. Cranium remained raised, daggers giving soft cat-like pittypawing to his chest as she teased him unknowingly. "Do you.. have feelings for me... secretly?" She called out in a husky whisper, pink tongue running across her rims as she stared upon him in content. Ohhh, what wasaboutto happen?
Idolatry waited for the heated pigment to at least dull before he gave a hard puff of breath. Well it was out, she knew, and there was nothing he could do about it to take it back... He expected the tease afterwards, knowing her personality well enough to identify what she were to do next in more obvious situations. In truth, he wasn't even dreaming of anything at all... "Well... I guess..." He seemed to squeak back to her, unable to control his voice properly due to the added weight upon his belly, as well as the tense situation... Well, tense for him at least. He so utterly feared rejection, but for some reason, it didn't seem to be turning out that way at all, for she still held her comfortable place along his form, and was now even asking questions about the matter. Awkwardness soon arised within the brute. She was poking and prodding the questions out of him, but he had yet to find out her feelings for him...
Seamrog continued pittypawing at his chest, before rolling off of him and slipping onto her long limbs. "Would you like to go somewhere quiet? ... .....So.. that we could discuss this without interruptions, that is." She smiled for the first time, which was a rare greeting to anyone she knew, maybe he would relax knowing that she was easing up to him now that she knew his true feelings for her. "I'm not going to beat you down or nothing, so down't cower." She said, cocking a brow to him before slipping off into a random direction with banner up and swaying high asshe revealed to him her most precious bits. She didn't knbow where she was going, but she was sure that a cave would be in her path atleast somewhere.
Idolatry Alas! He could breathe again! Though he didn't know whether it was the uplifted physical, or mental weight which both seemed to poke at him. No matter, things were starting to look better, allowing the stag to begin looking past his assumptions of her reactions, and onto what could happen in the upcoming moments they shared together. He was definitely in. Why the hell turn back, when such a wonderful opportunity was offered? Especially when he'd always dreaded on expecting the worst. Perhaps in secret, he would be allowed to know her feelings towards him! Whatever was to come, he hoped that their sprouting friendship would withstand any battering that might also occur. Flipping onto his side with the released pressure, he lifted himself to full stature and chased after Seam, in search of privacy.
[Aaaaaaand as you can see, Idol and Seam left for privacy... So that could mean only one thing!! PUPPIES!!]