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Faolán
Loner

Posts: 8
OOC Name: Nyx
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/5373/mixed-faol-wip?page=1&scrollTo=19927
Date of Birth: March 2 2019
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 40"
Weight: 125lbs
Coat Color: Black, Grey, White
Eye Color: Pastel Green
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

lovesick [Eztli] Nov 9, 2020 17:55:59 GMT -6

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Post by Faolán on Nov 9, 2020 17:55:59 GMT -6

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[attr="class","pltxt"]He carried a small bluish flower, clamped ever so delicately between two rows of sharp teeth, all the way from Ia’gha Lake. With the weather getting colder, it was harder and harder to find flowers that were worthy of her beauty, her presence, of touching her, but Faolán was nothing if not determined. He would go hungry before he would give up on such an important task. It was, perhaps, not as important as he made it out to be; but Faolán would argue that every single flower, no matter how small and insignificant in the moment, was part of a far bigger scheme of things. He had plans for the two of them. It was going to require each and every one of his gentlemanly tricks.

He tracked her scent into the recesses of a cave dotting the menacing slopes of Zozyr’s Glory. Inside, it was so dark and musky that, had he not just stepped out of the light, he would not have been able to say with certainty what time it was. It was so dark, in fact, that the pale bluish tint of his flower was no longer discernable. Eztli would not be able to admire the delicate way that its stem curved in mimicry of her slender physique, or the way that it reminded him of her eyes. In a brief, but nonetheless all-consuming moment of pure and unalterable rage, Faolán’s grip upon the flower became tight and constricting until it was nothing but mush between his teeth. As quickly as the rage was there, burning like fire behind his gentle green eyes, it was gone, extinguished, for he could smell her and nothing calmed him quite like her scent.

A low growl, similar to the mewls of a kitten, rumbled in his chest as he moved in to nuzzle her tail, intending to slowly drag his muzzle up the length of her body as he approached from behind. “Surely you weren’t hiding from me down here.” Faolán cooed. His tone was playful but, deep down, there was an edge of concern and questioning that he tried to bury.

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Last Edit: Nov 22, 2020 10:21:58 GMT -6 by Faolán

Eztli
Loner

Posts: 45
OOC Name: Susy
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/4743/iranian-wolf-eztli
Date of Birth: April 28th, 2015
Gender: Female
Breed: Iranian
Height: 27 in
Weight: 70 lbs
Coat Color: Brown, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

lovesick [Eztli] Nov 11, 2020 19:30:35 GMT -6

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Post by Eztli on Nov 11, 2020 19:30:35 GMT -6

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The weeks had passed them by rather quickly and before the female knew it, the heat of the summer had started to give way to the crisp air of autumn and she found herself itching to get somewhere warmer… but they had traveled all through Anikira it seemed, through forests and valleys, skirting pack lands as they went and avoiding confrontation whenever possible… after all, Faolan was still young and though he was much larger than she was… they would not stand a chance against a pack angry at them for intruding… so she insisted on avoiding them at all costs. Traveling never bothered the femme, she had been doing it her entire life… and it was nice to do it with someone else beside her this time around rather than doing it entirely by herself. She loved having a warm body to curl up with at night and someone to talk to and just enjoy the journey with. Of course it helped that he was eager to please her so it never failed that it took her minimal to no effort to encourage the young male to take her, and he always did so willingly.

He had been gone from the cave they had stayed in for the night for some time… she had begun to wonder if he had been hurt trying to hunt something too large on his own or something to that effect. It seemed that just as she began to wonder and worry about her young companion, he appeared. ~~‘Surely you weren’t hiding from me down here.’~~ she could not help but smile slightly at his words, of course she hadn’t been… but that fact that he worried about it made her wonder what really went on in that precious head of his. “Of course not, my sweet Faolan.” she said in response, a slight shiver running up her spine as his nose followed the same course along her body. “You were gone for so long though, I was beginning to worry.” she added softly, wondering if he would offer some sort of explanation or simply continue the conversation in another direction… either way, she was here to receive any and all attention he sought to give in the moment. It did not matter at that moment that she had had moments of feeling suffocated by his presence and affections, no… right now, all was right in the world.

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notes; ***Just annotating that this thread takes place BEFORE Eztli's interaction with Akira***

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Faolán
Loner

Posts: 8
OOC Name: Nyx
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/5373/mixed-faol-wip?page=1&scrollTo=19927
Date of Birth: March 2 2019
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 40"
Weight: 125lbs
Coat Color: Black, Grey, White
Eye Color: Pastel Green
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

lovesick [Eztli] Nov 22, 2020 11:11:06 GMT -6

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Post by Faolán on Nov 22, 2020 11:11:06 GMT -6

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Her scent, her voice, her everything, down to the gentleness of her smile as she looked at him, eased the tension, the anger, out of each and every bone in his body one at a time. The flower he had searched tirelessly for, only to crush it between his teeth because the lighting did not suit his fancy, or the perfect scenario he crafted within his head, was already long forgotten, wilted into a distant memory. There was only the feeling of his nose as it slid through her fur, tickling him into an almost-sneeze. Her much smaller body shuddered beneath his touch, making him feel powerful and desired; he shuddered, too, even though she had not yet touched him in return, but Eztli did not have to physically touch him in order to make him feel as though she had.

His mind nearly returned to the source of his momentary anger when Eztli inquired about what kept him from the cavern for so long, but she followed it with her worry about him, her loving concern, which he was far quicker to fixate on. There was, however, an indirect questioning in her tone, in the way she peered up at him expectantly, that melted his resolve. Faolán was, frankly, not the aloof, steely persona he liked to think of himself as. He never dreamt that he would find his other half so quickly, but here she was, in front of him, so beautiful, ready for the taking. He would not deny her anything.

“I was searching for a gift for you, but it seems my luck is drying up with the cold weather.” His explanation was vague, purposefully so, but not necessarily untruthful. At mention of the cold, slowly creeping farther and farther into the cavern as night fell upon them, Faolán instinctively moved closer to Eztli to share his body heat. He exhaled a long, warm breath into the crook of her neck, pulling his lips back so his teeth could graze against the thin fur there, teasing. His body language shifted from conversational to lustful in a matter of seconds.

“Onto your back.” He cooed into her ear, voice deepening into a soft rasp of want. Faolán attempted to nudge her into the position he sought, but each jerk of his head was gentle and patient. He was not as young and clumsy as he once was, but he still had much to learn and, therefore, he was not as pushy and commanding as he could be—as he, perhaps, wanted to be. With weight and size alone, he could easily overpower Eztli and have his way, but he, on some level, still looked to her as an authority figure on this subject.

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