Post by Isolde on Jan 12, 2020 2:04:35 GMT -6
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Khalsa had expanded to the south. They still controlled The Occasus, but they now also laid claim to Arit and perhaps more in the future. Isolde had been there for the males to celebrate when they had claimed the area, but now she explored it alone. Her black paws paced slowly along the dry ground, back and forth in front of the edge of The South Rim. The view was beautiful, and her green eyes scanned slowly over the landscape below. But she could not really see the beauty. She could not enjoy it, not with the itching and annoying feeling of her heat plaguing her. She growled softly under her breath as she moved, her tail flicking back and forth behind her in annoyance. The previous season she had been a favorite. She had practically every male in the pack desiring her. Even Caos had returned to her.
But now she was alone. She had visited her daughter - who now roamed more freely in her role as Ganika as well - and even Tristan had smelled of a male that had been with her only a short time ago. The fox-colored female hated being alone, hated the solitude and the silence. She needed to be wanted, to be needed. And so she had marked her trail into Arit very clearly. She had stopped several times to squat and urinate, not only spreading her scent throughout the claimed territory, but also hopefully guiding any needy males her way. She would not lose her touch, she would not let go of the attention that she so desperately craved.
A soft sigh left her jaws as she finally forced herself to stand still, though her tail still lashed back and forth behind her in irritation. It was a clear sign of her desperation, as was her next actions. She lowered her hips into a sitting position on the edge of the cliffs, her paws initially hanging over the edge before she shifted so that she laid along the length of the rock, parallel to the edge so that she could support herself and not risk falling. Then she laid herself out on her side and twisted to shove her head beneath a raised hind leg and began to lick herself. It was a weak attempt at relief, but it was better than nothing in her mind. She whined softly and closed her eyes, tasting herself while wishing that her brother was there to release her from her torture.
Any male would do, of course, and perhaps even a female. But she knew which males she would prefer. Kharak, of course, but she had not seen him in quite a long time. Beowulf was one of her favorites, as he always ensured that she enjoyed herself greatly as well. But the one she longed for the most was the one she had lived so long without. Caos had finally found her, finally returned to her side. She had missed her youth and her life before she came to this place, and he had blessed her by finding her and bringing it back to her. It was the white male that she most desperately wanted, and she whimpered softly as she imagined him at her side, licking her as she licked herself, and covering her with his familiar and powerful scent. In the end, when everything was said and done, she belonged to Khalsa. But she had always belonged to Caos, and no matter what pack she pledged her allegiance to, she would always be his. Thankfully he did not mind the way things were run in Khalsa, and so far no one had challenged him for her attentions. Therefore they could enjoy each other without argument or resistance. What more could they truly ask for?
(Caos)
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Khalsa had expanded to the south. They still controlled The Occasus, but they now also laid claim to Arit and perhaps more in the future. Isolde had been there for the males to celebrate when they had claimed the area, but now she explored it alone. Her black paws paced slowly along the dry ground, back and forth in front of the edge of The South Rim. The view was beautiful, and her green eyes scanned slowly over the landscape below. But she could not really see the beauty. She could not enjoy it, not with the itching and annoying feeling of her heat plaguing her. She growled softly under her breath as she moved, her tail flicking back and forth behind her in annoyance. The previous season she had been a favorite. She had practically every male in the pack desiring her. Even Caos had returned to her.
But now she was alone. She had visited her daughter - who now roamed more freely in her role as Ganika as well - and even Tristan had smelled of a male that had been with her only a short time ago. The fox-colored female hated being alone, hated the solitude and the silence. She needed to be wanted, to be needed. And so she had marked her trail into Arit very clearly. She had stopped several times to squat and urinate, not only spreading her scent throughout the claimed territory, but also hopefully guiding any needy males her way. She would not lose her touch, she would not let go of the attention that she so desperately craved.
A soft sigh left her jaws as she finally forced herself to stand still, though her tail still lashed back and forth behind her in irritation. It was a clear sign of her desperation, as was her next actions. She lowered her hips into a sitting position on the edge of the cliffs, her paws initially hanging over the edge before she shifted so that she laid along the length of the rock, parallel to the edge so that she could support herself and not risk falling. Then she laid herself out on her side and twisted to shove her head beneath a raised hind leg and began to lick herself. It was a weak attempt at relief, but it was better than nothing in her mind. She whined softly and closed her eyes, tasting herself while wishing that her brother was there to release her from her torture.
Any male would do, of course, and perhaps even a female. But she knew which males she would prefer. Kharak, of course, but she had not seen him in quite a long time. Beowulf was one of her favorites, as he always ensured that she enjoyed herself greatly as well. But the one she longed for the most was the one she had lived so long without. Caos had finally found her, finally returned to her side. She had missed her youth and her life before she came to this place, and he had blessed her by finding her and bringing it back to her. It was the white male that she most desperately wanted, and she whimpered softly as she imagined him at her side, licking her as she licked herself, and covering her with his familiar and powerful scent. In the end, when everything was said and done, she belonged to Khalsa. But she had always belonged to Caos, and no matter what pack she pledged her allegiance to, she would always be his. Thankfully he did not mind the way things were run in Khalsa, and so far no one had challenged him for her attentions. Therefore they could enjoy each other without argument or resistance. What more could they truly ask for?
(Caos)
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