Frozen Shoulder...(Xiomara)

[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] [[For plot purposes this will be set in between the time Diamanta had left after her one night with Ahote. Also during this time, Cypress, Xiomara and Aspen will be receiving shelter while they decide what to do and before the Cadre appears.]] It seems every time Ahote turned around something new was happening with his pack. First there were his puppies, Avalon’s, Pyke’s, members were going off on adventures, they had had two other females give birth and so there were other puppies running around. New members were joining and getting into the swing of things, and every wolf seemed to be trying to define their place within his sights. Now not only did he have himself and his to provide for, he was also housing the female Alphess of the Empire, her son, and that rather attractive Yagi female who had more than a cold shoulder. He had no doubts that the small male was enjoying himself, and he had seen him once or twice sniffing around his daughter, so far he did not have any reason to interfere but he kept his eye on the two of them as they scuttled around. The alphess did not seem to interact much with anyone, least of all him, and of course her companion had nothing but rather judgmental looks and snorts of distaste. Which only gave Ahote a twisted sense of amusement all things considered, as he was not a chauvinist by any means. The way things went were that females were to be protected, cared for, and treated respectfully and he found nothing wrong with it, and neither did his pack mates. So it was this morning that he was up rather early, and had taken it upon himself to travel closer to the valley where most of his meetings were held, and where most of his males sparred or competed or even trained be it for hunting, guarding, fighting, or for impressing a female. But today it was rather cold and Ahote was hungry, being the alpha he could have taken anything he wanted from the prey cache but he knew there were some males who did nothing but patrol all day, and he knew his pack deserved every morsel of food they could get. So when his stomach did begin to growl he found himself up and about to hunt down something fresh. It would be with his luck that he had found an elder deer, one who was lame only added to his decision to put the animal out of it’s misery. It was a short chase and soon the larger Yagi was sitting atop the deer, having ended it quickly panting slightly. The cooler air burned his lungs as he took a few deep breaths but he was content with the fact that he could eat and know that there was still food available for those back at the trees who needed it. It did not take long before he had cleaned his horns and claws and managed to sink his fangs into the flesh of the deer and begin to feed. Pickings were slim throughout the winter but his pack had survived thus far, and now with the coming of spring and warmer weather he knew the pups and other members would thrive, no longer needing to hide during most hours of the night to avoid freezing. As the temperatures rose so would the number of prey, and so would the number of pups no doubt. His mind was caught in the act of thinking of prosperity and things that would need to be done over the warmer months while he ate. He was not really relishing the meal as he was eating to keep himself alive and fit enough to defend his pack should anything happen. He knew whether he wanted to or not he would have to travel southeast and meet with Reynard of the Children. Things would have to be worked out with him, and things settled so Ahote knew exactly what his ally was up to, and how they could continue to make things beneficial for each of them. Along this same line he knew he would also have to leave there and travel west to see Rhiannon, her pups, and see how the Cadre was doing. Had he have had the time previously he would have gone to see her already but he just was not comfortable leaving his offspring at such a young age, and he couldn’t expect Rhia to do the same. As he thought on the idea of pups, he would be lying if he said he didn’t want more. He was like any other male of any dominance and primal needs. He wanted his line to continue and if nothing else he wanted his bloodline to continue especially within his own pack. Six pups indeed were a good number but he wanted more, he loved the feeling of being a father, it gave him more purpose than running the pack and more joy than any relationship he had ever had. Some of the best moments of his life had been watching Aroh, and Adraxxia, and Syver growing up each day, watching them play with each other, learn and just in general give themselves enough misery as most siblings did. He gave a sigh as he ripped through the carcass of the deer, chewing and slicing the chewy, touch meat. He had hardly expected the deer to be juicy and succulent but the toughness of the meat was beginning to bother him. Not that he was entirely paying attention anyway, he was far too busy thinking of the future and things he needed to do and wanted to really pay too much attention to the carcass he was chewing on. Ideally he knew he wanted more Yagi pups, Yagi pups would be excellent warriors and the more you mixed bloods the more oddlings you ended up with, for a moment he thought of Eolande, and Luparia and Morgan…though he loved them they were an odd sort of young ones. What was left of the carcass he picked up in his mouth and dragged back to the Home Tree entrances without much trouble, it was a cut up carcass and so if nothing else the younger pups would and could have their first experience with meat and bones to play with later. After he made sure everything was okay and followed up on a few scents he headed to a nearby stream to rinse his face and horns off as well as to slake his thirst after his early meal. Now with the sun rising higher into the sky he knew he should be out patrolling. Intruders had not been something he had had too much of a problem with, either rumors of who he was and how he handled it had fallen upon local ears, or they simply had no intentions of invading his space considering where it was located. Either way he was perfectly content to keep it that way, and so with a quick shake to remove any excess water, making some of his facial fur stick and slide in different ways he headed out and picked up a brisk pace to head out and over the valley, his nose twitching as the wind brought in the different scents, most of them his pack, but some more so of his current visitors, which he had to wonder where they were, and what they were up to this mornings…

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-Copie.jpg] "Speaking" Cypress and Xiomara had decided to accept Ahote`s offer of temporary shelter, though the female yagi would much have preferred to push on and leave the odd pack without feeling that she owed a debt. However, the alphess no doubt wanted a bit more time with her brood to bond and say her farewell and so Xiomara had begrudgingly accepted to stay and wait. The large female yagi had taken up residence on the outskirts of the pack lands, not wanting to be too near to other wolves and on most days simply roamed looking for game to catch in order to rebuild her strength. Being larger in size she needed more sustenance to keep herself in the best of shape and so far she had been much more successful in the Taiga hunting than in the Tundra. Having found daily nourishment her charcoal black coat now gleamed, fierce green highlights in her markings and mane reflecting in the sunlight and she had gained back the weight that would normally served to balance her body out. Continuing her rigorous exercises had ensured that the weight was converted back into muscle and she was back to her prime, ready to venture back out. Frankly, if she was beign honest, something about females not having proper high ranks or being able to act as warriors irritated her to no end, and so she has specifically avoided all other pack wolves so that her ill disguised disgruntlement not be mistaken as a rude behavior. Not that she cared, had she been travelling alone she would not have disguised it all and would simply had moved on, however she was not willing to ruin her Alphess` reputation for the sake of her own will. Snorting now at the thought of accepting submission to a male she raked her long fangs along a tree, at once cleaning and sharpening them. They sliced through the bark like they did through flesh, smooth and easy, her natural armour being her pride and her power. As she foraged through the underbrush surrounding the valley that bordered the great forest she wondered what was to become of the two female yagis, Cypress having lost her mate and Xiomara her home. Arkham had left on some sort of a mission to seek revenge, but Xiomara wondered if his return would elicit the reformation of the pack. She rather thought not given who only knew what wolves had survived the blizzard, let alone where they had all dispersed to over the following days. It could be said that his return would no doubt elicit the separation of Xiomara and Cypress for the female yagi ahd no desire to become a resented third wheel. Besides, she was not a child and certainly not unfamiliar with the ways of a rogue and she would return to such lonely prowls as need be. It made for a rather dull life, no company wasn`t entirely optimal and the chance encounters with other wolves were meaningless to a rogue. Xiomara remembered how faces had begun to eventually blur together until it did not matter who she met, they were all the same. In that respect she had grown bored with life, leaving herself prey to self destructive thoughts and reckless behavior that usually did not generate optimal results. In fact, it was a bloody good thing Cypress was there to keep her grounded for her dislike of this pack`s ways would have caused issues. It certainly did not help that their Alpha was so damn fine looking, in fact Xiomara had yet to see a male yagi with such impressive features and it disturbed her that a part of her being should be attracted to one that evoked such laws of living. Sniffing at some tracks she shifted her direction, following the scent of dear as she went until blood began to mix in with it and soon something stronger and more potent; the blasted male in question`s scent that marked the border from one end of the Taiga to the next. Her appetite ruined but a new hunger evoked she decided to keep on going, following the blotches on blood that littered the ground here and there, disruptions in the foliage that marked the passage of something large and so forth bringing her nearer to the Home Tree then she liked until she came over the crest of one hill to peer below her. Sure enough the large body of the Alpha walked with assured confidence and she narrowed her eyes, damn but he was all masculine power in one package. Well, she had not let it get to her before now, and though it was that annual time of the year that wreaked havoc on any female, she would prove to nature itself that nothing would come of it. Lifting her head proudly she stalked her way closer, issuing a gruff bark to let Ahote know she was near as her eyes flashed defiantly. Her instincts to mate were strong every year at this time, but she had proven them wrong time and time again in an almost unnatural fashion. Fact was she had not been with a male since her own mate and a part of her clung to that one small thread of loyalty, fearful that if she betrayed him in such a fashion his memory would be lost to her. Xiomara had the ability to come off as cold and reserved, but it wasn`t really her nature to be so, in fact at heart she was in one word fierce and it was that fierce desire to protect her loyalty that caused her to appear so defiant. Everything from her fighting, protection, hunting, and friendship was given with full energy and a voracious desire to prove her fears wrong; she was not one of the criminals she so hated. And so in turn it could be said that she had loved with as much fearsome devotion as she hated but such things were only revealed in the intensity of her unusually clear gaze. Her voice came out strong and unabashed as she gave a small nod, “Good day Ahote, might I offer my gratitude for your hospitality?” There, she thought triumphantly, she could be civil and nice and not let her emotions get the best of her. Sure, the offer of thanks had sounded mildly strained, but not because she did not appreciate his gesture, simply because she was trying to keep her interaction reserved and diplomatic. Most often others were fearful of her basic nature, her fierce manners mistaken for aggression when they were merely her natural way of interacting. Her gaze feel upon his own, noting the way his eyes seemed to be alive with a similar vigor, his own pelt almost as dark as her own and she was loathsome to admit that his towering horns were incredibly impressive, but all the same it didn`t hurt to look. How could this smashing good looking brute possibly believe that females could not hold their own? Xiomara knew for a fact she could take most males on with equal strength, hell, she wouldn`t be caught dead playing mild or meek and anyone who challenged that would be met with a rather convincing argument of retribution. X i o m a r a 's . S o n g

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Ahote often drew in more trouble than he knew what to do with, but he honestly just attributed it to being who and what he was. From the time he as younger and smaller he had always brought about some kind of trouble but when he was younger he had his brother. Then as he had traveled he had had Rhia and her pack, and then he had had Seven, and Avalon, and he even had his eyes of Gypsy. He was a male of larger proportions with a shiny pelt, strong horns, and a virile musculature. His eyes not only saw the potential in new members, but those who could be potential threats. Large paws pushed down on the earth as he moved throughout his territory, occasionally he stopped to brush a large shoulder against this tree or that one. He sighed contentedly as his itches were taken care of and at the same time he could mark his territory. There was very little the larger male feared, especially with the Empire crashing down due to the harsh weather of the north. At one point in time, probably before his time he figured they may have been a force to be reckoned with but now with dwindling members, a bad territory and weather that did little more than kill of their young and elderly they had no choice but to disban, either that or look for new territory. Ahote knew that the Taiga was not ideal, during the winter it was downright unpleasant and like a colder version of hell. But at the same time they had the resources they needed to survive and each of them understood how important it was to take care of one another not only for their own survival but for that of the pups as well. Even though he did scrape the trees, and mark his territory he was rather quiet all things considered, and as usual always thinking about the future, perhaps even selfishly about taking another female. Not necessarily for procreation for more pups, but merely for his own pleasure. Ideally she would have to be strong enough to handle him which ruled out many of the beautiful but not sturdy sennyo within his pack. As flirtatious as Gypsy was he was not sure how she would handle mating with him, and as per their last meeting it probably wouldn’t happen anyway…the grunt of frustration was more loud than he expected it to be, but he couldn’t help, sometimes he could be a selfish bastard. It all depended and he couldn’t help but want the teasing black and blue beauty who had indeed turned him those very colors after their last encounter. Perhaps with the coming of spring it was not just the females who went a little crazy about mating, because lately it was all he had on his mind as well. It did not incapacitate him like it did others because he still had responsibilities but at the same time the need was a driving force in the back of his mind. His body was taunt with the desire to have a female, one of sturdy caliber, one who had a brain in her head and did not see lust as a bad, or evil thing that must be ignored or never given in to. He wanted a female who would give herself to it, abandon staunch realities and just enjoy him, every inch from his head to his tail. His heartbeat picked up, and he could feel his muscles quiver with the thought of it, the sheer smell of mating and females ripe for the taking would be the largest amount of hell he had to deal with. Considering his pack was made up mostly of females, he knew the males in the pack would be all the more stubborn and aggressive coming soon and it was yet something else he would have to deal with. His large yellow-green eyes rolled in the back of his head at the very idea of trying to keep the males in line as to avoid the chaos he knew was sure to arrive. The bark of the other female snapped him out of his thoughtful reverie and he quickly turned his body around, rather impressive considering the size of his bulk. He stared at her just in enough time to see those defiant eyes flash at him and his own narrowed slightly. She was indeed no female that would join his ranks although he did not necessarily see why other than the fact that she was completely stubborn. He snorted slightly in her presence, not that he was chauvinistic but she definitely made him feel that way with her reactions to not only him but to his pack. He had seen the fact that she would seemingly have nothing to do with any other member, and he found it just as disrespectful as if she spat in his face. But Ahote decided that she was truly to beautiful to try to pass up the opportunity to at least get closer to her. With a small smile on his muzzle he took two or three steps forward towards her. His eyes remained on hers, letting her know she had his full attention, well at least as much as he was willing to give her at this point. He had no mate, no one to remain faithful to, and he would be blind to even try to say she was not a beautiful female specimen of Yagi. He listened when she spoke, thanking him in so few words for allowing them to stay within his territory. “You may offer it, in so little words, but it is not necessary, and I do believe you might choke on your tongue should you try.” He chuckled softly while looking at her, “I see why you might prefer to live up in the Northern areas though, you seem to fit in well here…” Now he could have said a number of insulting things such as ‘you seem cold as ice…’ But he preferred to just leave the statement as it was, and she could take it whichever way she liked, he had taken a few more steps closer, and turned his body so that his side was facing her, the sun that had risen was reflecting off his pelt making it look lighter than usual. She was probably the only female besides his own pack that had seen him during the day but it didn’t make him look any less, and he could smell the pheromones on her, which only made him smile at her, a knowing smile full of…well truth be told nothing ever “good” came of that smile. Instead he said with a low growl, “Why don’t you tell me what you’re really thinking?”

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-7.jpg] "Speaking" The large brute finally turned to face her, and in the sunlight she could see she had been rather mistaken about the colour of his pelt. It was plain to see that it was a deep emerald, shining as though alive by an interior force of life it drew her in and she forced herself to tear away her gaze. His body rippled with the traditional muscle found on those more impressive individuals of their species and his towering ebony horns and flashing sabers were true testimony to his strength. It wasn`t hard to see why this yagi was Alpha, and Xiomara wondered if even mad Arkham could have challenged this male and won in a fight, one way or the other it would have been an impressive display. Something about this yagi felt saner, if not perhaps more grounded, than her own past Alpha and she supposed it was for this reason that his pack continued to prosper. Still, even though under different circumstances they might have been able to find respect for each other, Xiomara doubted very much that she could stand to live by one that believed females could not fully care for themselves. A pity, given it might have been enjoyable to work alongside such a stunning figure of ideal Yagi heritage... Sauntering nearer with a bold look upon her face she inclined her head in greeting, meeting his gaze head on and without fear for she really only answered to Cypress, though in all eventuality she had but herself to answer to. A huff of admittance came from her throat as she admitted to herself that she did owe him for having allowed them to recuperate upon his lands, it was a show of gallantry that not all would display so willingly. In fact, few probably would given the yagi`s impressive structure, they were a breed that wielded strength and paired with a stubborn nature could be horrid forces to be reckoned with. Not exactly the type of stranger one would want around the young as really only certain wolves dared to spar with them, lupus with their blasted powers being one species that came to mind. The breeze came to ruffle the silken and thick forest green mane that graced her neck, the extended pelt as much an aesthetic quality as a defense barrier for one had to penetrate several layers of fur to reach her neck through it. Ahote`s voice washed over her, it was suave and yet commanded attention, an endearing combination that held far too much allure for his own damn good. Resisting the urge to move closer simply to get another whiff of his masculine scent she stood her ground, once again fighting her own urges and instincts just to be able to be sociable. A more savage part of her wanted to rip into this male and see if he was experiencing something similar, but seeing the smug look on his face would not doubt be a killer. Still...The tip of her tongue came to run down the inside of her saber tooth, an unconscious gesture of debate, heck, really, what did she have to lose? She wasn`t part of this pack and would never have to worry about facing him again if she did allow her emotions to take over, and besides, it had simply been way to long and who was she to deny her basic instincts? Smirking ever so slightly she said, “I wouldn’t say that, not many would offer shelter so readily, to fail to recognize that would be rather shameful.” That much was true, though she was more grateful that Ahote had allowed Cypress to seek shelter, Xiomara herself would have employed her healing powers and simply pushed on. A pleased if not mildly sardonic smile broke across her face as Ahote made reference to her frozen home, yes she certainly did fit in there, her will to defy that which others feared was only catalysed by her desire to test and break the limits established by her own mortality. His words were like a compliment to her ears, acknowledgement that she possessed the vigour and grit to endure such harsh conditions, even if indirect. It took passion and a fierce disposition to survive such extreme conditions, no placid or complacent wolf could live through the hell that winter wreaked upon the inhabitants of the North and she had served as one of the commanding forces within the pack, even if but for a short time. No, she would not bend, she would not bow and she would never cower in the face of adversary, to do so not only mocked her own nature but the very essence that comprised a yagi. Moving closer her steely gaze lit with a cold flame, as she silently dared him to meet her own disposition, finally the energy that fueled her nature laid out plain to see. Xiomara came off as cold and aloof if only to ensure her real nature did not get lose and cause damage to those that surrounded her. Finally doing a blatant scrutiny of the male she decided that he could probably handle some of the raw force that she worked hard to control, the hint of a teasing grin upon her maw. Her voice came out low and challenging, “Do you think you could possibly handle the truth Ahote?” She moved closer, her antlers slightly forward as she tested him, seeing if his response would be equal to the magnificent and powerful impression his body made on a being. “I have yet to find a yagi of such infallible qualities as yourself, it would be a lie to say I do not find myself attracted.” She trotted around him, although she kept her eyes upon his face, her body moving with ease as muscles made for sparring undulated under her black pelt. Teasing with a voice that could cut through steel she asked, “What I really want to know is if you would be inclined to test your own endurance against my own, holding back isn’t really my style.” From the more suggestive tones in her voice it was plain to see she was making no reference to fighting, though she engaged both activities with the same degree of fervour. X i o m a r a 's . S o n g

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] There was something wonderful about being seen by another female of a great caliber. She was brazen in her approach with him and it made him all the more interested in her. She was one of the few female Yagis beyond Lyra whom he saw had antlers on her head, and no female he had met had such a flowing mane and of such an interesting color compared to the rest of her. A low sound rumbled from the pit of his stomach and had he not have eaten he would have said he was hungry. But as it was his need to eat had been sated already and so this was another need, less primal, but no less important in it’s need to be fulfilled. His eyes flashed in the morning light as he eyed her from the top of her antlers down to her sabers, and claws, and everything in between, as though he were memorizing her and she were an apparition who would fade from his sights as soon as he got close enough to touch her, smell her, even yet, taste her. What would he do to take her from under her alphess’ care and bring her into his own pack….? Perhaps nothing, perhaps all he wanted her for was to slake his lust and be happy to have her move on when her alphess moved on. One would never know what lay within the deep confines of the large male’s dark mind. She had no problem meeting his eyes with her own and what he saw there was nothing but courage. She may have wanted to originally thank him for his hospitality but the fact of the matter was that he thought she more or less hung around for Cypress’ sake and not her own. He could sense her discontent with the area, or maybe it was just him and the rest of the pack he may as well have called family. But he also supposed she was like many other “independent females” who would rather hiss and spit than allow someone to do for them. It was not in his opinion bad or evil to provide his females with a more leisurely protected life, to provide them with a safe place to have young and to reside over the period of their lifespan for as long as he could provide them with a safe life, they would have one. “Only those who are paranoid or see you as a threat would not have opened up their territory to allow recuperation.” His eyes looked her up and down appreciatively for a long moment, “While I am sure you can be quite threatening and fearsome, you are no threat to me, and the weather has all but depleted those of your pack whom I once may have considered a threat. Should such an upstart occur I am more than apt to handle it swiftly and efficiently.” It was not so much arrogance with which he spoke but the truth as he believed it, two females and an adolescent male pup were no threat to him, beyond himself he had plenty who would fight to keep the threat from taking over and threatening their life as it was right now. When he began to move her shoulders tightened, and he immediately positioned his body to take her on full force and to meet her face to face. While he found her attractive and intriguing he was not dumb enough to turn his back to her in any capacity. Such a fearsome female would no doubt love to rake her claws down into him and tear him apart, in many a fashion and Ahote was rather fond of his pelt in one piece. His own voice growled out, low and dark, and even in the sunlight it promised things that many only saw in the darkness of night in the pitch black. “I can handle anything you’d like to give me my Ice Queen..” A term of endearment to be sure but he kept moving, matching her movements one by one as he continued to stare at her, his looks serious but full of desire none the less. As she dipped her head and moved forward he smirked and shook his head from side to side, displaying the horns that had more than once been covered in the blood of his prey, to show her he would indeed match her. He began to circle and move about her, keeping her in his sights at any and all opportunities as he stared at her own antlers. The differences were rather amazing he thought, for hers seemed to be more like an adequate defense. Stacked high on her head, and branching out as all antlers did he knew if she were adequately trained and he had no doubt she was she would be perfect for deflecting blows and efficiently stopping an attack and immobilizing her chosen prey or opponent. Not to mention one quick snap of her head with the right force and she could break a claw, saber, or even a horn, Ahote made a mental note of it. When she admitted that she was attracted to him he kept a very solid face and waited, for him she was like a storm about to break on top of him and he simply knew that waiting would allow him the perfect way to allow him to figure out how to handle her. As to the question of pitting his endurance against hers, his smile widened, his sharp sabers pulling down over his lips into what could only be called a Cheshire smile. A slight bit of madness to match the look of desire within his eyes. Although they had taken a very aggressive stance with each other Ahote was in a more feral state of mind. He couldn’t help but wonder and try to remember if he had met a female of her…persistence, blunt nature, and sheer force of will before and he had to determine he hadn’t. Not only that but how would it be to be with a Yagi female again? Once who he would not have to be careful every step of the way lest he hurt her, lest they be maimed or never able to mate or procreate again? Not that he had ideas of procreation with her per say but he would be lying if his heart didn’t beat faster at the idea of seeing just who would last longer, with both their fierce personalities it would be a mating worth remembering. “A truer offer was never uttered, I would have no problem pitting myself against you to see just who could endure the most…” His muzzle had curled in an almost evil smile as he pushed himself closer against her, stopping their little dance so that he could push his chest against hers and force her to look up at him as he spoke his last words, “I look forward to what lies beneath the surface once you unleash it all..”

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-7.jpg] "Speaking" Xiomara smirked, never one to hold back she couldn’t have been certain this impressive image of a model male yagi would have returned her advances, however there was always the sneaking suspicion. There was the undetectable trace of hormones that only registered in the subconscious of a being, drawing compatible wolves to meet and simply sate what nature required of their person. This one also radiated a sense of strength and an irrevocable commanding force that greatly appealed to the ferocious temperament that inhibited the core of Xiomara’s being. That same fervent energy that had led her into many situations requiring brute force and cunning where only the more driven and disciplined of individuals could possibly hope to survive. The female sensed an energy very much akin to this within Ahote, a disposition not to be mistaken with the insane drive to reap blood, no it was more directed by a cause, a goal that latched onto their minds and drove such beings to pit themselves against the odds no matter the cause and come out victorious. Looking into Ahote’s strangely vivid eyes, Xiomara decided it was in part the male’s drive and ability to thrive that attracted her to him above all. Hard pressed to find another that could match her somewhat bullheaded approach to achieving her goals, it was no wonder that with his handsome, if not mildly fearsome, physical stature Xiomara would also find herself drawn to the simple aura he perpetrated. Her eyes darkened with increased heat as she heard the deep sound resonating from his stocky chest, a toss of her mane and a responding guttural sound rumbling from the cavaty of her own core to match. She closed some of the distance, breathing in his scent that was as deep and overwhelming as his presence and lifting her head up as she let it wash over her senses. The warrior yagi did not have any undying loyalties to this pack, perhaps which was why in this moment she did not feel any guilt about indulging her own wants with one of such importance to the Enclave, had she been part of the pack she might have been leery of choosing her Alpha as a mating partner. As it were she could simply slip out of his life like no more than a mere demon fallen to temptation and easily avoid crossing paths, had she been in his pack she would have needed to face the knowledge that she had in part submitted herself to him. The beating of her heart seemed to resound loudly in her ears, the air caught in a still of tension as if holding its breath in the presence of such powerful beings. A union between such forces could result in no doubt resounding effects, Xiomara wondered if perhaps there was more to this situation than met the eye, the Great Spirit that had so gifted them with their strength might have ulterior purposes than mere gratification from this joining, but the thought seemed so preposterous and superstitious that no sooner thought than dismissed. Racking long claws through the ground assertively the female yagi rolled her shoulders into a stalking position, a challenging snarl whispering from her maw. To an outsider it would appear as though the pair of outstanding beings were more prepared to do battle then ought else, however it was more that their very natures were reflecting in their courtship. Inclining her head in a almost mockingly royal acknowledgement she noted suggestively, “Might it have occurred to one with so much strength at his disposition that he has yet to find us threatening for we have yet to really to actually display our own full force?” Xiomara snorted, she had laid mild and if not too submissive for the last while, for the sake of Cypress whom had also dispayed a similar disposition. As need be, even though no doubt the pack would surely conquer their combined strength, the yagis could do a fair share of damage. Xiomara wasn’t sure if this had been a underestimation on the male’s part or a simple failure to acknowledge the undeniable strength that the females possessed. No doubt pitted against any male, except perhaps his own person, Xiomara would stand a heady chance of remaining victorious, but she kept her headstrong opinions to herself, this was not a time to invoke opinions as no doubt they would remain fiercely indisposed to changing their views, and Xiomara wasn’t here to talk pleasantries. Despite his words implying her lack of magnitude in face of such a great pack, there was no denying his body language, his own being moving to meet her movements with similar show of restrained force. She had a feeling that with this male there would be no cause to restrain her own vigour, her might would be met blow by blow by his own force. Her voice came out to rasp enticingly, “Be cautious dear force of the Taiga; ice has been known to burn.” She moved closer, a gleam of anticipation on her maw as her ears remained trained forward, her senses alert to his own movements. Ahote moved forward, a grin on his own maw that ignited a similar deranged fire within the pit of her stomach as his broad chest pushed against her own, his words striking a passion and desire to prove her worth. Reaching forward with her head she locked sabers with his own, tongue coming to caress underneath his chin as she pushed against his being with her own strength, “Now who could turn down an offer like that? I hope you have a proficient healer...you might need one.” She moved her maw dangerously closer to his own, the words coming out to caress against his dark pelt as her eyes sparked with unabashed desire. Moving along his own body she let her curves sashay against the muscles that adorned his own body, her sabers running along his back as she applied enough pressure to finally draw blood on his hind quarter. A growl of hunger ensued, and she turned her head to glance at Ahote out of the corner of her eye as a wink of unreserved challenge daring him to meet her advances with his own.She moved her own pointed silver antlers against his side, rubbing them with just enough reserved pressure to not pierce the skin. The blood seemed to run through her being with increasing speed as she awaited his response, a hungry smirk teasing the corner of her maw. X i o m a r a 's . S o n g

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] In those next few moments Ahote knew more than ever that this female was going to be a pain in his ass, no matter how he wanted to tear into her in every sense of the word. It was more than clear that she could never be a member of his pack, not because he didn’t want her to be, no in fact he could have dealt with either herself or Cypress joining his ranks, as they were both impressive female specimens of Yagi. He longed to have a Yagi female partner, to have beneath him during mating, to speak with, just to exist with. There were so very few out there, and many of them though they were built to live in the north and harsh conditions none had found their way to him. Staring along the lines of her body he sighed mentally, she like many other females thought that he degraded females or thought they could not survive on their own, which was not the case at all. He and most of the males within his pack shared the opinion that females were to be treasured, they did not need to be burdened with things like war, or hunting, or fighting. That did not mean that all they were used for was breeding but he had no desire to lose the female members of his pack to tragedies that could for all intensive purposes be avoided. Then in the next moment, his thought process was shot to hell by the very sound that made its way up from the center of her being. He watched as she closed the distance between them and began taking in his scent as she threw her mane back and forth. Ahote might have been weird in that way, he had no mane, his fur was definitely plush and soft to the touch, thick as it may have been. However, he only had his horns on his head, though impressive and the thicker, more dangerous ones on his hips. His sabers were quite typical, and his docked tail was another sign of his patronage however, the few Yagis that he had interacted with seemed to be hardier, longer haired, and had more of an arsenal with their horns. It would seem this may be the very reason he had worked so hard to be an incredible specimen, he traveled long and hard to keep his muscles toned, and heavy along his body, and he had fought several opponents and taught himself how to be a dangerous fighter. He may have differed in appearance but he was a Yagi, through and through. The closer she came the more heated his blood became and he exhaled long and loudly, pushing out the air against her. Soon though as he watched her, her claws raking through the earth, up turning the delicate ground caught right between the cold clutches of winter and the nubile beginnings of spring, the snarl of challenge being issued and thrown to the air before them. Emotion flashed dangerously behind his eyes, and the low, rumbling growl was an acceptance of her challenge but also a warning for her to be careful. He wanted her, and he would have her, quell her attitude problem, if only for the time he was on top of her, she would submit. At her comment of not entirely showing him their true strength he nodded his head, “Indeed it may be that you have displayed proper behavior by being submissive, and attempting to not offer insult to those who have allowed those remaining in your pack shelter. It is no doubt to me that you both could be rather fearsome if given the opportunity however, no wolf is that stupid to cause a true upstart in an area that would surely leave them dead, no matter how much damage they do on their way to the cold, hard ground.” His words, while cruel were true, he had no doubt that his female, and her alphess could do some considerable damage if they so chose. But to what end? They might escape but between the remainder of his pack and their allies they would be chased down and killed. “Would it not be better to act politely at least until you leave to those who have offered you food and shelter after such a horrible experience? Are you so stubborn you would bring dishonor to your alphess’ reputation and that of the pack you are a member?” His challenge was thrown directly in the face of her pride, for no matter how stubborn she may have been he also knew she was loyal to the other female, and even if she may have wanted to test her strength and cause a problem in the end she would not only lose her life, but her own honor. She began to move closer, her ears alert and listening for any other sounds that might come from him or around them and he couldn’t help but smile at her, “But I am sure, though it may burn, I would enjoy such pain, as would you, let’s you know in more than one way..you’re alive.” Closer and closer they came until his own scent, that of cedar, and ice, and pine flushed the air around them, mingled with her own and then the more subtle dangerous smell of desire and the urge to mate until the heady aroma curled in around him and made him want the bury himself in it, to remember it always. Soon she had locked their sabers together, and instead of struggle he immediately relaxed his head, letting her push into him and lick the underside of his chin. He however, pushed his tongue up into her maw and against her other teeth, pushing and prodding against her mouth as he breathed in close to her. “I’ll have no need of a healer my Ice Queen you however, will have need of a way to sleep at night after I am through with you, something to hold you down from coming back to me, but I assure you, you’ll have the bruises and possibly scars to remember me by.” His words were lashed in her face, if she wanted to see him as a challenging meal, then he would be no means have a problem seeing her as one to be conquered and taken in every sense of the word. He saw the desire in her eyes and his own had darkened in the shadow of her face so close to his, the absolute need to have her pushing through the surface of his subconscious. He turned his head back to watch as she pushed her way along the line of his body, the sabers no longer intertwined and her intentions obviously moving on. A huff of desire pushed it’s way against her backside as she continued to move, he felt her sabers and the increasing pressure until she brought blood to the surface and he snarled against the air between them. When she turned back to offer that wink of challenge he let the snarl die down into a growl, oh she would pay for that. He noticed then that she was pushing her antlers against his hide and his ears slid back into a devious pointed position. The only bad thing about antlers were they were notoriously easy to get caught up with someone else’s horns. Here he would have the advantage. He swung his body around and nipped her back leg, hard enough to where his teeth, not his sabers mind you but his teeth broke the delicate skin over one of her leg muscles. He made sure to use no pressure to damage her muscle or to lame her but enough to shock her into swinging around. Once he had her attention he pushed his head against hers and pushed his straight but spiraling horns up and into her own set of antlers and jerked his head to the side forcing her own head to follow his. Now the advantage here was that should he have wished to disengage he would get out a lot quicker, having only straight horns to pull out from the entanglement. But he had no intentions of sliding out…yet. He pulled his head down to the ground and thus pulled her down with him until she had no choice but to lower her body or be entirely uncomfortable, the choice was hers. His teeth were showing as he snarled in her face and placed a heavy paw against her side, raking his claws down her side, bring blood in one or two close lines, not putting an entire amount of pressure against her for he didn’t truly want to hurt her, he wanted her worked up, and he wanted her to submit to him. But he knew that submission was not going to come easy from her, and he knew that before it was all said and done they would both be panting, bruised, battered, bleeding and pushed to the brink before she would succeed, which in all honesty, after her drawing blood…he was fine with. “Keep testing me Ice Queen and you may not be walking away from me so soon after all..”

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-7.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Ooc: Sorry for the shorter length, I think given my post load I will need to keep it a little more toned down, unless the muse forces me to do otherwise of course. Xiomara felt the rush of danger flow openly through her veins, hormones intensifying every heated moment of this terse encounter and with it the air seemed to thicken, dense and filled with the formidable yagis’ anticipation. There was no thought of submission, just a desire to simply sate a relentless itch that grew with every passing season until it morphed into this dark being that could no longer be ignored. This female loathed the idea of being cushioned and kept safe, she wanted to be out in the midst of the threat, pitting force and will power against that of an opponent and feeling the stark reality of wounds and victory. She craved the exhilaration of taking down a prey after hours of hunt and needed to feel her body straining against its own limits. Treasured yes, sheltered and protected? Hell no, she could not be content knowing that a higher rank could never be awarded because of her sex no matter how much she might admire this yagi. It was a pity given she wouldn’t have minded serving under his ranks, though either way she would never leave Cy’s side, she was loyal to the yagi and would act as a bodyguard until which time that their paths either separated or took a different turn. To Xiomara this was not a matter of submission, more of a matter of proving worth and when she allowed the male to finally relieve his own needs it would not be because she was giving in, but rather because she believed he had finally understood that she would never yield as being inferior. The brush of his thick pelt against her own ignited sparks of energy between them, the ecstatic feeling of stepping so precariously close to an abyss that the slightest misstep could cause death. It was with a victorious smile that she cleansed the blood that stained the tip of her saber, eyes alight with an intensity so rarely displayed to the world. The feel of a stabbing prick on her leg brought her head swinging around rapidly, and it was only too late that she realized Ahote’s intentions. His massive horns came to latch onto her own, effectively imprisoning them in his own grasp and a slight twist of them jerked her neck into an awkward position, her body reflexively moving to ease the discomfort. It was a smart move that had been perfectly executed, she had to give the Alpha that, and a smile of carnal appreciation flickered across her maw. The snarl echoing from his throat evoked a throaty growling from her own body and her hackles rose slightly as much in aggression as in pleasure. The claws that lightly pierced her hide brought flecks of blood to the surface of her charcoal black pelt and a shiver down her spine, not of fear but of delight for she had yet to find another male that could reciprocate this level of violent need. Eyes narrowing she used her back legs to push into the hard earth as she butted against him, using the hold to pit her strength against his own to reassert her control over her own movements. They were incredibly close in height and weight and true to the nature of her antlers she began to violently shake her head from side to side, buckling up her back as she pushed down and forward with force as dirt began to fly around them, covering the yagis in a haze. Because of the simple structure of his horns it was not as complicated to dislodge her own antlers as it might have been with another yagi with similar horns and she felt his own slide at as she broke free. Inclining her head in acknowledgement she noted, “Nicely done, your moves are swift and perfectly executed, you will find a similar caliber in mine I should expect.” Nostrils flaring the overwhelming scent of desire and lust filtered through her lungs as she once again approached the male. This time her moves were more tantalizing than anything, the growing need to join with this Alpha was an increasing matter and she moved up to his maw to gently nip at his neck and press her muzzle firmly into the crevice of his shoulder, breathing in his scent and letting it fill her nostrils. The time for words was moving away from Xiomara, as her actions spoke plainly enough on her behalf. The male had proven himself to be excellent in show and form, her curiosity sated, however the pressing need to complete what they had started bore down on her subconscious with force. Growling hungrily she moved around the front of him, flicking her docked green striped tail invitingly as all other thoughts except for finding relief fled her mind. There was no thought of consequences, she had no intentions of ever returning and she had no delusions that she would be missed. A heady smile came to the corner of her maw as she retorted, “Oh I doubt that very much Drott, unless you care to prove me wrong? I don’t intend to walk away any time soon, unless you’re feeling tired? Make no mistake we both know what this really is.” She came closer and licked the corner of his lips, eyes staring boldly into his own as she moved closer, not submitting, but giving permission. | X i o m a r a 's . S o n g |

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Through it all Ahote would realize that he had bedded several different females, from several different walks of life. Each was different, as though the plumage of his member Citrine, each female thought a different way, acted a different way, smelled, tasted, and felt a different way. He by no means considered himself a Cassanova, as he made no promises to hold them through the night. No swearing by the moon to only be theirs and to mate them for life, no that was not the path of the Yagi who stood before this challenging female. No he was more of who you came to for a night of utter bliss, terror, and a bit of pain with your pleasure, just as the Taiga offered very little respite from the harsh environment of the north nor did this alpha offer respite for the broken hearted. The female who lay on her side whimpering for mates past and pups lost, while he had a considerable heart for those who had lost important people to them, and he had indeed had his fair share of losses, he could not let it turn him soft. At the core of his being he had to be tough, and stand tall for all those who depended on him. He couldn’t cry over the loss of his brother, or his hateful and negligent parents, or the first mate and litter he had lost, and there were nights when he truly wanted to. But instead he would slake his pain and desire with whichever female seemed to call his fancy and today it was the Yagi in front of him. When she had indeed whipped around to lock horns with him he couldn’t help but smile down at her, whether she liked it or not he now had the upper hand, and while she could savor in that little bit of blood she had drawn he would not let her have the upper hand for long in any situation it was not within his nature. He noted each movement about her, her neck and head trying to move to avoid being in an uncomfortable position, even her eyes which seemed so bright with the fact that during this entire encounter she was more than pleased with the events that had passed and those to come. He even noted how her fur seemed to stand on end in a seeming appearance of aggression, while he knew more of it to be pleasure. In her particular case, she wanted to prove herself, she wanted so desperately to be seen as his equal and while he could definitely see that she was skilled, and brutally strong, and she even had the desire to fight until her last breath, he knew she would never be him. She would never be male and even though her size could be compared to him, there were just certain things she would never be able to do, and in the events to come, he would rear up and mount her, not the other way around, she would be receptive, not he. With this small thought of satisfaction his lips pulled back from his teeth with a devious smile. Soon though she would feel the need to prove herself once more, and she began to shake her head back and forth with such a violence that immediately he loosened the muscles in his neck as to not acquire injury. The dirt began to fly and cover them in a moist light dusting as she pushed and pulled and kept moving as he let his body be pulled with her. In this case, an aggressive defense was only going to get his neck snapped, or his spine injured. Instead he simply matched her movements as best he could but instead of matching them backwards he came forward. Within a few short moments, because of his own horns being so straight and tall he was free, and was content to back up a step to avoid choking on dust as he listened to her complimenting him. “I am not the Drott for no reason my Ice Queen. Though your movements are strong, and even swift, I believe you let your desire, and your emotions get the best of you..” This statement he believed to be utterly true, this female especially in this case felt such need and desire, paired with her disdain for the beliefs of the pack drove her to be slightly reckless. She had a good amount of self control, but even so he could see that just below the surface was a tornado and no matter how much outside control she seemed to have, he had no doubt that if left unleashed she would leave a path of utter destruction. In a rather surprising show of tenderness she came forward again and placed herself against his shoulder and breathed in his scent and for a long moment he lowered his head slightly, pushed his head over her own shoulder and pulled her close. His amount of force left no question that he desired her as close as possible, and for a long moment he held her there, in silence, appreciating the softer, and more gentle side of her, the more feminine as some would say. After a long breath on his part he watched as she turned and moved around in front of him, teasing him with the flicks of her tail, and his eyes shaded with a deeper desire, his lungs pounding within his chest as he inhaled the scents all around him. His eyes closed for a long moment, as though he were concentrating very hard about the female in front of him before opening his eyes once more, their yellow color anxiously awaiting and full of desire. “Indeed we both do know..” The words whispered over her as he moved behind her and snorted about her comment to being tired..”There will be no sleep as long as you are in front of me, and there will be no stopping until we are both entirely sated…” With a vicious snarl he placed his front paws around her hips, pulled her back and set his teeth into the back of her neck. Never before had he had such a desire to hold a female so tightly to himself during the act of mating, but it would be with this hold he would draw blood with every thrust, not enough to maim her but she would feel the wounds of his teeth long after his blood left her. His sabers stayed out of her flesh thankfully but it would not save her from his other teeth. As per mounting her the torturous pleasure began… ((Had to add in the final biting since she asked him to prove her wrong xDD but yes let’s fade to black!))