Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2018 1:24:53 GMT -6
This she-wolf’s name was Adriana, a soft pure grey coat topped with sugilite colored eyes. Her frame may have been small, but her sexual allure wrapped the minds of these boys around her completely. Each night would be a different one, flirting and teasing but never giving them what they so desperately wanted. And it was all that simple, minds of the young were controlled by hormones, and these hormones wanted her. But there was one case, two brothers that each had equal rights to the crown. It would be through their training and a spar that they would decide who came to ascend the throne when their time came. Perhaps she’d been foolish to approach them, so close in proximity at all times, but somehow she’d made it work. The dark brown brother, named Magnar, was who she had met second, spotting him through the trees as she had conversed with his coal colored counterpart. Intrigue was the first thing that settled into her as she took in his broad frame from over the shoulders of his kin. Jermaine had been nipping down her throat then, causing her to make small noises in her throat, but those only intensified when Magnar locked his emerald gaze on her. He was not a fool to misread what was going on, and the princess he’d heard about was enjoying his brother’s ministrations. This gaze that they held was forbidden, one of instant desire and connection that ignited a flame neither had felt before.
And all the while, Magnar had stood there. His brother had a way with women that he did not, knowing that his more reserved side was not enough to compete with the easy charm of Jermaine. His brother had begun to make his move then, brushing along Adriana’s side and nudging her tail away as he prepared to mount her. Clearly, he had a plan in his mind, but the maiden quickly pulled her body around, putting a pleading look on her face as she begged him to wait. It was the same each time, and Jermaine fell easily into her trap, bidding her farewell and wandering home to dream about the day he would finally claim her as his own. What he did not see, however, was his brother’s approach and what occurred after. Adriana had no desire to put on her facade for the earthly male, easily offering herself to him with the lowering of her front, the lifting of her tail, and the pleading look complemented with a needy whine directed straight into the green eyes that locked on her. This was new to her, this need that she suddenly felt, but the male that had caused it denied her.
He mounted and grabbed but never did he take her, instead he forced her to submit to him. Making her beg but never giving. It had driven her mad, to the point that she promised herself to him, that her heart and mind would be his, and that was all he needed for him to supply her. For nights they met and satisfied themselves, and each time the maiden’s love-crazed devotion only deepened. She swore to never meet with any of the other heirs, but her lover deemed otherwise. She would continue her games with them, only this time she was to give herself to them during the winter season. Of course, Magnar had made sure that his seed had taken place, rooting into her womb with what would become his child. Adriana had remained oblivious to his schemes and blindly followed what he said, meeting with each heir and consummate their “love.” Each round was followed by one of Magnar reminding her who was allowing her to experience this erotic adventure. But there was a complication when his brother’s time had come. See, Jermaine had fallen for her deeply and completely, like she had to his brother. And after they had made love and he’d left returned to her for more. He needed more, needed to ensure himself in her. And that was when he’d seen them. Magnar's ways had always been more forceful, pain mixed with pleasure but to him, it had seemed like genuine rape. The cocky, satisfied smirk on his lips and her cries ignited a fire he couldn’t ignore. And so when they finally separated, he charged before he could see Adriana’s dreamy look.
He had held no control over his strength as he attacked, only coming too once he heard his loves desperate cries for him to stop, shocked by how she rushed to his battered brother’s side as he slowly stood on his paws. She’d cared for him, checked every inch of him, her tongue tracing lovingly over his body as she did so. But it was Magnar’s voice that called for his attention. “You think you’re the only one that has had her this winter? How pitiful, waiting this long to have her when I’ve been enjoying her since the very day you met her. The only reason why she continued to visit you was by means of my command, and now you too have fallen prey to me. I wonder, how many wolves will fight for her once they realized she’s conceived? How deep with the hatred sink, and how red will the rivers flow?”
Jermaine waited not a moment longer before his jaws wrapped around his laughing throat, tearing it out before he realized what he’d done. A shrill scream sounded in his ears, and his brother fell. Wolves from his pack raced towards the sound finding the scene that the coal coated wolf stood before. The grey maiden was calling him a monster as the blood dripped from his jaws. He was grabbed and dragged away, but there was still fight in him. The kind that would bring his queen and their child to him.
Months went by and havoc was already upon the kingdoms. The heirs had foolishly fallen into Magnar’s trap, locking the land in tension and violence. Adriana was nowhere to be found, hiding within the forest to handle her son on her own. Wolves searched for her, fought over their right to her, but she kept away from the armies of the kingdoms. Instead, she mingled with the mercenary or neutral males, remembering to keep her mind devoted to her late love but used her body to teach her son. It wasn’t personal, but from a young age, Aeshylus learned what it looked like to make love, the different types, the different approaches, and flirtations. He learned that body language was key, in any given conversation. And if he were to able to pair that together with practiced manipulation he would get exactly what he wanted out of his chosen maiden. As he grew he practiced, first in the art of speech, approaching soldiers and asking them for help. Leading them toward an enemy troop before staying behind to stay with the females who cared for them. These were no ordinary stays and he often found himself leaving with more than he came with. Food, artifacts, the like. Once he’d reached sexual maturity however his game changed.
The brute had only spent a few months traveling, his journey consisting of several different wolves and creatures had never met before. And it was in that short span of time that he realized that life everywhere was different, and yet, in basic formality, it wasn't. Personalities were similar and each region had its heroes and villains. Perhaps though, something different lay beyond the crashing blue waves. It's reach stretched far, and yet humans traveled along it upon ships made of wood and steel. Something had called him to the great beyond, causing him to shack up with a human family for a few weeks as he pretended to bond with the daughter, allowing him free and comfortable passage on a sizeable ship. Where it was heading he didn't care, it was part of the adventure after all. There wasn't much hunting he could do on board, but at least he received the royal treatment from the strangers that housed him. The journey went on for days at least, until they stopped unexpectedly. Something had gone wrong with the ship's functioning, what he wasn't so sure but he made sure to follow the direction of the panicking people. His beloved human girl held a fistful of his coat, making him want to bite her hand off but held back before the two of them were loaded onto a smaller, empty boat. He wasn't quite sure why or how, but a rope had been cut and the two had fallen onto the darkened sea. Nowhere to go and nothing to live off of. As they drifted further and further away, the child trying to use a paddle to move the boat against the current with little success, Aeshylus quickly realized the gravety of the situation. They were not to be rescued, especially not when the other small boats had faded long ago, and the main ship was just a dot along the blue horizon.
Days went by and his stomach rumbled with hunger, there was nothing to eat or drink. The little girl had long since stopped crying, and he could not fathom why it was he remained curled around her like a lap dog. Was it the fear of dying? No, he never had fallen victim to that stupidity. He assumed it was because she'd stopped screaming quite as loud when he'd done so, but she had been silent for days, the only signs of life was the rise and fall of her chest and the way her stomach growled in need. The darker wolf couldn't help but suppose he too fell under this state of nothingness. However, his itching teeth and survival instincts were too hard to ignore. The wolf stood up, stretching a little and felt a small hand brush the side of his ear. It would be the last time he would act as a good-natured dog. Teeth gleaming, he latched onto her arm before ripping her to shreds. His muzzle was soaked and so was the bottom of the lifeboat. Aeshylus could care less about the potential dangers, he wanted to eat and would. The meat of the dead child kept him alive until he hit shore. His paws reaching soft sand as he finally hopped out from the wooden prison. The remains of the girl were to be left there, a bird could come and pick at her if they so chose. Because it was here in which he would settle.