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[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" It was well past midnight when the gaian made it to the borders of the Taiga, moving with a sauntering grace that highlighted all her curves. It really was a trained manner of moving, lightly teasing and made to entice, her gait was one learned through hours of practice that her mother had demanded until Diamanta had perfected the sultry poses. Flicking her long and scaled tail she glanced over her shoulder, almond shape eyes glowing azure aqua in the night as the darkness highlighted the specks of royal blue in their depths. The tall forest loomed in the distance and the moon shone bright and crisply clear in the navy blue, diamond speckled sky. Lifting her head she breathed deep, the sharp cold air filling her lungs as wisps of silver mist escape her mouth to filter into the night. Giving her body a slight stretch she watched with pride as the silver light reflected the silver sheen that covered her multicolored scales, casting her in a glamorous glow. Smiling in satisfaction she bent down to give her paw a quick lick of her dainty pink tongue before moving on, her sturdy paws sure footed on the snow as the webbing between her toes helped her to move quietly and with more ease through the snow. The night was a time for mystery and romance, her mother had always preached that Diamanta looked her best under the caressing glow of the cold moon, her one consistent lover over the years, and so the female enjoyed traveling at such late hours. Diamanta was smaller then many gaian, by no means petite, and her sleek figure was toned to a gentle perfection. Frankly it was misleading, for it gave the appearance of an almost feminine vulnerability that when combined with her low and saucy voice made for a deadly combination. In reality Diamanta was more then toned, fact of the matter was she just never gained any of the hideous bulk that came with the training of muscles. Smugly she grinned slowly, white fangs gleaming in the night as she kept her head up in confidence that only came with her beauty. Tonight she was simply out to try and find information on the pack that lived in this land, curious to know if it might fit was she wanted. Diamanta had been considering choosing a pack to settle in, but she was not yet inclined to make a decision without carefully considering her options; including the male population that lived in the packs. She had heard that this pack was male dominated, females were treated like the delicate creatures they were and there was no need to settle with one mate. This suited the gaian fine, but she needed to make sure she would not be settling into a pack of ugly brutes. Her beauty was far more deserving of a handsome male that could enhance her status and provide her with the necessary amusement until she grew bored. The land itself was a cold one, but the stark lack of colors seemed to highlight the beauty of her own scales and her armor protected her from the worst of the cold. Her web paws were suited for the snowy land, and the lake would suit her summer needs. And so she had come to gain some information with the hopes of encountering a handsome male specimen all at the same time. The way she figured it, only the more brazen males would be up at this time, and she had a rather soft spot for the more confident fellows. It could be said this tendency to gravitate to the more cocky and brutish males was a result of witnessing her mother’s choice of partners over the years, but Diamanta would surely deny this with spiteful vehemence. Either way this little excursion would not settle anything in stone, she still had to visit a couple packs before making her final decision and really all she ever wanted was a good time. D i a m a n t 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] It would just so happen that one of the males who would be her first experience would be the Alpha, or Drott of the Enclave. Ahote was out and about through his rounds weaving in and out of his territory through various points in the winter, and through various holes and access points. Scratching up the trees, spraying and scent marking were all in his routine to keep his borders safe. The day had been spent lazing around with the youth of the pack, which had made their numbers increased, as well as the increasing number of females Ahote and his males were working double time throughout the winter to provide not only protection but food as well. Truth be told he could use more male members, but the ones they had were more than enough muscle to defend those they had to. To be honest he knew between himself, Duchan, Alucio, and Draco they were more than a formidable offense. The females, as they entered Ahote’s mind were a rainbow of beauty and colors, precious gems whose gift of birth and creation were something Ahote coveted, and as to currently, had beneath him. No female could say he had been anything but polite, and gentle, unless they gave him reason not to be, which was rare. But Ahote had not entered into the competition to mate with any female yet, although Rava, with her pretty if not gorgeous self running around with his pups was giving him more than enough reason to slowly begin his dance to make her his, at least for a while. His dark green pelt moved through the forest, the heavy muscles bunching around his shoulders and his horns bright and freshly cleaned, glimmering in the night. They rose high and spiraled upwards on his head, and jutted out dangerously on the rise of his hips. His ears perked slightly as the soft winds carried the scent of a female to his nose, and his lips curled almost dangerously. In the back of his mind he almost wished it was Gypsy, as pig-headed as the sennyo was he couldn’t help but imagine the ebony soft fur of her pelt brushing up against him, a delightful game of pure teasing that he was indeed disappointed it had ended in the way it had, with him getting nothing. During the winter season Ahote knew that many females, especially rogues and loners went in search of packs, because it was simply too hard to remain loners anywhere in the Taiga and Tundra territories. The food was scarce and most of the time taken up by the residing packs, and tempers were short during the winter, and trespassing was not looked kindly upon. Now, of course the large, handsome specimen of maleness knew this particular scent had not crossed into his boundary…yet, but there was no harm in meeting her on the edge and letting her know exactly who she might be dealing with…was there? He couldn’t help the near devious expression that went all the way up to his yellow and amber mixed eyes and remained there as he slid through the trees and shadows making his way closer and closer to the scent that had very well intrigued him. Where as normally his mind was on his pack or his pups and kin that he cared for, now Ahote was on a more…selfish mission and he was not nearly ashamed enough to stop and turn away, ignoring a possible more than enjoyable scenario. It was as he rounded a tree that he stopped, his large pads embracing the snow that cushioned the sound when he saw the female in front of him. His eyes blinked and twinkled with what little light there was as he took in her form from her head to toes, and that deliciously long, near thick whip style tail. She was indeed beautiful, and he could feel a low rumbling within his stomach to obtain her, in whatever fashion he could, however first appearances could truly be misleading, and he would have to hear her talk before he could make an astute determination, although to be truthful he had seduced far more…less intelligent wolves to is body and his cause. He inhaled slow and deeply to see if he could get a feel for where she had come from or where she might be returning to, but her scent was simply mingled with far too many things to pinpoint an exact location. His tongue danced over his fangs, like those of a rattlesnake, protruding down over his bottom lip before he stepped from the shadows. “Now what could be so very interesting or important as to bring out a lovely being such as yourself into the cold, deadly night, bordering a territory that is no home to you?” His voice was dark, and smooth, and rather dangerous although he had offered her no direct threat other than the fact that his body was closing in on her. Although as not to scare her off, he moved slowly, facing her front on as a dominant wolf of his statue would, his tail held firm, but not so high as to be arrogant, although he could very well be. To begin circling her now would tell her that he considered her prey, and while he did, there was no need to allow that to be their first encounter. Instead his eyes looked down into her own as he awaited an answer, he offered up nothing about himself quite yet, but stood before her, broad chest exposed, but not puffed out, his muscles taunt, but not so tense he could be deemed nervous. No the air about Ahote was strictly…anticipation and his eyes while guarded clearly showed he was amused with her presence and intrigued with her beauty. After all, he was only male, and not even Ahote would allow a being of beauty to pass him without out at least attempting to partake of it.

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" Diamanta resisted the strong urge to jump out of her hide upon seeing the massive yagi exit the shadows, digging her long ebony claws into the ground and wrapping her long tail around her body. She had expected company, but the wolf that stood before her was larger than most wolves and even at a healthy weight she felt dwarfed. Her azure gaze keenly took at his finely toned body, from the tip of his deadly spiraling horns to his sturdy legs. A fine specimen indeed, and in such a confident pose clearly a male of some importance. Her thin pink tongue darted out to quickly lick at the tip of her nose as she savored the taste of his scent combined with the bitterly cold air. Hot and cold, she thought, what a striking combination. And striking was certainly a way to describe this yagi. His coat appeared to be black, but as the light of the full moon glinted across the surface she noted the green hues reflected in its depth, like an eerily tranquil lake just waiting to envelop an unsuspecting victim. Yes, this wolf certianly appeared dangerous, and with his yellow green eyes was a captivating sight to say the least. Cocking her head at an angle she observed him from under thick eyelashes, an admiring smile that just barely hinted at the corners of her maw. Could it be that she saw interest on his part as well? It would not surprise her; she recognized the effect she had on males, though it was never intelligent to jump to hasty conclusions without first dropping a net and securing her catch. Diamanta could feel her heart beat pick up, this was going to prove to be an interesting night after all and the female settled into a familiar pattern, play the game, she told herself, and you might get lucky and win. Her ears flicked forward to catch his words, trying to keep her mind focused on the verbal play that would determine how this evening was to unfold. She had not had such a handsome and assertive male at such a close proximity in what felt like ages and she was itching to dig her fangs into such a tasty morsel; metaphorically of course, she thought with good humor. Making sure that her tail was kept low enough to be respectful but not so low to be considered easy prey she looked up, meeting his gaze with her own sultry one. When she spoke her words flowed out luxuriously smooth, as if to caress the air upon which they travelled,“The moon of course, handsome sir,” She gave him a coquettish smile, “and the hopes of encountering a fellow creature of the night.” Her breath came out in wisps of silver speckled puffs, fading into the crisp air as she gave her scales a small roll, letting the moonlight run along their silver tips to highlight her curves. Tossing a shoulder back daintily in a casual shrug she noted, "I have no home to claim of, at the moment, though I do seek learn more about the pack that lives in this territory. I was hoping someone could help me with this venture, you don`t know of anyone that might fit that description?” Diamanta was acutely aware that he could help her, but it was always fun to play the innocent, and she had learned that some did not take kindly to assumptions anyways. D i a m a n t 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 watched the female in front of him very carefully, while concentrating on his own appearance with the same amount of precision. For Ahote body language was everything and while the female in front of him may have wanted to appear composed, he watched the way her tail curled around her, almost defensively and the earth that moved around her paws told him she had dug in for purchase at least once. His heart thumped steadily in his chest as he watched her, oh yes she was a fine specimen of female, and her scent was heady, heightened by a slight tingle of fear. It was intoxicating if he could say so himself. He could see her eyes, a bright bright blue glancing over his body, and while most males might have felt the need to puff out or up or take a stance which highlighted their positive points Ahote felt no need to do that. He was an alpha, a good fighter, a father, he was potent, and charming, just as much as he could be violent and demanding. In truth he was closest to a forest fire, he could overwhelming, destructive and deadly, but he could also be a force of nature that would bring new growth and change to the areas and things around him. She on the other hand reminded him of something just as dangerous, water in the night time. Her eyes were the colors of a fantasy water source, that seemed to glow in the night around them, and they did indeed captivate him as he wished he could see emotions flying through her eyes from pleasure to fear….a rumbling of pleasure began at the base of his spine as he imagined it. But her pelt, was just as captivating as her eyes, there seemed to be an endless amount of blues melding and mixing together to create the hybrid of colors that seemed streaked and swirled through her pelt. She was truly the water to his fire, and as dangerous as it was he couldn’t help but want to get closer to her, to feel the texture of her pelt and her scales against his own body. His brain lit up, synapses firing one to the other to the other as he thought of how to get closer to her, to memorize her scent and make her his in every way and shape possible. It would indeed be difficult because it seemed the female in front of him was indeed in possession of a brain. Her eyes met his own and the gaze within her eyes was surely meant to tease him, and his own held a serious amount of mischief, and devious intent were not hidden from her at all. The best strategy for her he was thinking would simply be to be honest, with a certain amount of flair. He couldn’t treat her like a twit, like Avalon, but nor would romance be the option like with Seven. No, honesty with a hint of charisma would do just fine, this female, much like Gypsy enjoyed the game, but what had killed his affinity for Gypsy had been conversating on something neither one of them would agree on, and while Gypsy may have been able to look past it, the Yagi simply could not, he was fully aware that he had hybrid pups of his own and he would not dare to think any less of those pups, than his own purebred Yagi pups. He did not know how this female felt, but it was not really a topic that was going to come up in the game they were playing, and he would make sure of it, he would not lose another chance to please himself due to stupid differences of opinions. Her voice which was not what he would have imagined her with was far better, it was like the shadows that caressed him on his midnight walks, they enveloped him fully, covered him, embraced him, and it was more than the same with her husky voice, and he could feel the blood heat all over his body and travel just a little bit more quickly. She must have had all the luck in the world wrapping males around her tail and claws over time, but Ahote had already been prepared for a female of such charms, and he stood in that moment and turned his body to the side to give her another profile of himself as he nodded and genuinely looked up. It was indeed the moon that gave her even more beauty than a completely dark night could have, and he believed it would be the moon that in fact gave her more color and beauty than the sun would, so it was not surprising she would favor that heavenly body over any other. “Well the moon is indeed a powerful calling Mistress, I find her calling me out of bed on many a night, but she has led me to a rather rare find this night, I will have to remember to say thank you…” The last words rumbled and trailed off his muzzle to float to her ears. While she may have had a sultry and seductive voice, his was more masculine and deep, encroaching on all the things that hid in the dark to hurt you… His eyes glittered with the small amount of light there was as she moved in such a way that the moon did nothing but make her more astounding. The light shimmered and glittered off her, so that she was almost a being of the sky sitting before him in the snow covered barren land he called his. His smile was appreciative but not enthralled, but now was as good a time as ever to begin, his long legs pushed forward, leaving heavy paw prints in the snow as he moved in a broad circle around her, still listening to her speak, allowing his ears to perk and swivel left and right accordingly, but he also moved slowly, and with purpose. After the first circle he would close in just a little bit at a time so he would over time end up closer to her the more he moved. There was no tail following him, but that worked in his favor if she wanted to turn and bite something she could catch nothing but air. “Mmm, very sad to think of such a pretty, beautiful rather female out in the cold, with no home. Although I am sure it affords you plenty of pleasure I am sure it gets…lonely..” The last word was said with a dark emphasis and his eyes found hers, as he had made one complete circle around her at this point. He moved his head up and down slowly, the horns that spiraled up on top his head an impressive display. “Well I might indeed know someone….you see the Drott or alpha of this pack is a very strong male, he defends his territory rather fiercely. There is a high population of females in the pack, who are treated as though they are royalty. They don’t hunt, nor do they fight, they have their choice of whomever they would like to mate or not mate with. Essentially they are taken care of…seems like a good life to me…” He did not admit to being the Drott, or alpha of his pack because as they both knew, they were indeed playing a game. She would either assume by his appearance and stature that he was the alpha, or she would assume he was just a high ranking wolf who was out for the same thing she was, a good time. Either way his eyes watched her body posture continuously as his circle wound tighter, and her scent became headier, and his own body came perilously close to brushing against her in the barest of teases.

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" Diamanta smiled, a slow and careless grin that betrayed her love of freedom and certainly the interest she had in the situation. My but this brutes does know how to treat a lady, she thought ruefully, I will have to watch my footing with this one. Adrenaline came to fill her veins, spilling into her blood stream and pumping into her limbs, and her senses felt heightened as scents and sounds came to hit her harder than before. To the gaian this was her hunt and the time when she most felt alive, and with such a catch at the tips of her claws, the fibers of her being were pulled taunt in anticipation. Yes, she could certainly imagine the feel of the male`s warm pelt running over her scales and how his musky scent would overwhelm her nostrils, a smell so intense she was sure that if she was close enough she would be able to taste it. The aura of power and restrained strength was certainly testimony to how dangerous the yagi could be, and unable to help herself Diamanta felt drawn to this edgy appearance. The idea that she could charm one that could no doubt exhibit a fierce disposition cause a small shiver of delight to run down her spine. There was something sinful about knowing that one was at the mercy of another being, an eerie sense of not truly being in control and yet being subjected to the desire to test the limits and see truly how far an individual could be pushed. Diamanta was not the conventional type; she had not been raised in a proper enough setting and in fact had been in an environment conducive to untraditional ways. To put it politely… Frankly the gaian did not think traditional approaches would impress this male, she was sure that with his stature he did not have the slightest interest in the ordinary and the conventional, he must have plenty of such females at his every beck and call. Fair enough, the gaian surmised, for she wasn`t the type to tip toe around the obvious, she could tell there was interest on his part, of that the yagi had made sure she was aware, and it was now time to reciprocate. The emotional colors that swirled around the male`s aura were a deceptive calm pool of intense dark colors, entwining like silk over his impressive body. It brought an almost purr like sound to the female`s throat, she was a sucker for a guy with a great aura. Her lithe laugh reverberate in the air, a cool rivulet in the frosty night, "Did you now? What fortune should it be that we both have been gifted with remarkable discoveries?” She lifted a brow, letting him know that she had certainly understood his reference. “Home is where, and with whom, I chose it to be. There is a luxury to being without limits, though on nights such as tonight loneliness does become poor company.” She gazed straight into his eyes, letting him know in no less words that he was certainly free to continue his wondrously suggestive banter. Diamanta`s heart rate seemed to pick up as his slow perusal sent a flutter in her throat, how could it be that she could at once feel tempted and frightened at the same time? She could have dismissed the fear, she had the power to influence her own emotions to a degree, but instead she welcomed it, for it heightened the moment. Diamanta rose with feline grace, sauntering towards the male to follow his own example, her approach bold considering he appeared to be of high rank and she was but a loner. The gaian matched his circling with a counter clock wise turn of her own, passing close enough so that but the barest of her silky scales grazed his fur and trailed the tip of her tail along the back of his flank as she closed the distance as well, dipping her head in a challenging bow. “It certainly does sound nice, the Alpha must be a rather impressive sort to be able to care for so many, I can imagine he must be quite the striking sight to attract so many females to his pack.” She inadvertently complemented the yagi, fishing to see just what position he did hold in the pack. Naturally with a body as delightful as his and such an impressive air it would not have mattered what rank he was, first impressions were enough to evoke her interest in this circumstance. D i a m a n t 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] His pelt would not nearly be as smooth as hers, scales included. She looked as though if she were dipped into water it would hardly get through her pelt to touch her actual under later of skin, she would simply glide through the water as though a part of the amorphous substance. The very sight, let alone the imagining of texture was very interesting and arousing to him. But it was her smile that truly made his brain ‘click’, she was very interested in the game they were currently playing and he could not help the satisfaction that wound its way all the way through his stomach and inner bits. It was always wonderful to know you had someone’s attention and when you did it was even more of a compliment to keep it. He knew he had her attention, as well she had his, and it was the only fair way he could see the situation. Although she looked like a tender morsel to be taken at will, his mind told him those ebony black claws could do enough damage that she would be a force to be reckoned with, playing, or fighting. Ahote was clearly aware of a small change in the female, that seemed to give her that edge, it pushed her scent out further into the ring he was winding and he couldn’t help the low growl of arousal that started in the base of his throat and remained there, a throaty, low sound, letting her know that he had recognized the change, even approved of the adrenaline that they were both living off in that moment. To Ahote in that moment his brain was trying to differentiate how tasty the female would be in a number of ways. Behind his eyes several scenes were playing out over the course of a few seconds, each one more than the next making him want to cut the circle in half and brush up against her fully, to have her, take her, capture her. He wanted to run his tongue over her scales to feel their texture, to taste her scent down to the very last scale. Hunger in all it’s power rose to the surface and it would not be satisfied until he had the female underneath him, or until he channeled it into something else, hunting down and killing something perhaps. This was completely different then his past experiences, and while he had trained himself to not be a slave to his desires like some of his pack members, he had also refused to be so aloof he had no chance or time for any desires to come to fruition. This was a very interesting game of chess he was playing with this female. He was not trying to court her for forever, but nor was he trying to outwit her, well not in the traditional sense. Ahote believed in that moment that each of them believed the other was possible prey and it was bringing the very primal urges and beasts within to the surface. But what was most interesting was that one of them would have to eventually become the prey in at least one sense, and since he was the male she would have to in a way succeed to him if he could push her in that direction, which was exactly what his body was and had been wanting since he first saw her. His ears perked as he heard the purr like sound round itself about her throat and the growl that had been in his throat escaped his muzzle, a low, almost dangerous sound, reminding her that he was indeed a creature of the night and her sounds, and her scents, her very being here was taunting, and tempting, and would eventually need to be sated. “Remarkable discovery indeed.” He took the compliment without much thought, he knew of them, he received them on more than one occasion, from new members hoping for entrance, and from females during a time of mating or, at leas their attempts to gain his attention. Ahote was a realist, and he knew he was powerful, he had his own pack, and his own family, he was quintessentially the perfect male, with a little bit of a rage problem. The female in front of him was indeed remarkable, in his travels he had never met a Gaian, for that is what she was, no other wolf had scales beyond a myou, and she did not have enough other characteristics to lead him to believe she was a myou of any sort. Her type were more than rare, and he again had to wonder exactly what she was doing so far north, but his brain would simply not let him go into that conversation mid-game and his desire unfulfilled. He tightened his circle around her as she plainly told him where she considered home to be and he smirked lightly, ah yes another female who loved her freedom more than life, sad actually, because she would make an astounding female to bring into his territory and enjoy her night, after night, after night. “Loneliness catches us all, although the more aggressive of us often seek courses of refuge against it, if only for the evening.” His eyes held her own, the little light there was bouncing off the reflective lid of his eye, as he idly opened his mouth and licked his fang for a second as he looked up and then back down at her, “So I believe more then finding out information on this pack you are more interested in what circles you now, even if it is a distraction and company throughout the night. The fear in the air, and the loud thumping of your heart tells me your mind is on anything but finding out information on a pack I don’t see you joining…” He was never one to be anything but blunt, and as of right this moment, the female was not pack, nor family, nor loved one, she got nothing but the roughest of edges, but how delightful those edges could be. When she got up and moved to challenge him in her own way, circling about the opposite way of her, Ahote glanced at her, and inhaled deeply as she touched him, the barest of touches but they even now felt like electricity…had it been so long? “I suppose he is what some would call attractive and impressive. The pack is in the best of care with him, and they want for nothing, not protection, not food, never boredom. The males may have to work hard but they are all rewarded under his law, and his laws for the pack are fair, most find that even if they don’t like the idea at first or aren’t looking for a pack, they come back later. If not for his protection and his care then for the attractive males he keeps beside him in all matters.” He ignored the compliment, flattery would get her nowhere, but he also would not come right out and tell her that he was indeed the alpha of the Enclave. She would either guess and let it drop, or she would continue until he felt like either outright lying to her, or telling her the truth, most probably the latter. For now though he pushed his way across the circle, tired of playing the game, and brushed his body completely against the very length of her. He memorized the way her scales and pelt felt, and he pushed his nose across her shoulders, memorizing her scent as he brushed her. His head just once fell lower than hers as he pushed his horns lightly against her flank, letting her feel just how heavy and dangerous they were as his eyes glittered dangerously toward her face. Well, body language was everything as they say.

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" To be honest Diamanta had never encountered a male of this wolf`s stature, everything about him was a contradiction, hot and dangerous, cool and aloof, proud and caring, cunning and lethal, it left her without her breath and her heart pounding. Coyly she supposed it was what she had always been looking forward, here was a specimen that would have made even her mother proud, or terribly jealous, either way it mattered not for the Gaian knew not if her mother was even still alive. Probably feeding off some bottom dwelling male, she thought with spite, no less then what she deserves the ugly broad. It could be said her mother had perhaps trained her too well, for the Gaian could be at best haughty and degrading of those she did not consider up to her calibre. Now this male more then met the requirements, handsome in a killer fashion he was the picture perfect vision of sinful desires and unspoken amours, it brought many tantalizing images to mind, and she was sure he rather felt the same way. Her compliments were brushed off without regard, which ordinarily would have caused her to become rather vile, however such an impressive beast had good cause to disregard flattery and it only heightened her attraction. What thoughts roamed in the depths of his enchanting eyes? She sincerely hoped they were the type that might make even the sultriest of temptress blush, it seemed only appropriate given the nature of their interaction. Her powers told her indeed that his interest was as fervent as her own, confirmation that she usually did not require but with such a powerful male it seemed best to have an affirmative and a slight edge. She watched the colors swirl more, the colors intensifying, yes, Diamanta could tell the male was almost at the point where playing the game was no longer enough, the point of precipice that she loved to try and drive other to, however it seemed that on this night she too would be driven beyond her own limitations. Very well, she decided, letting loose and being the prey on this occasion might be fun, or incredibly dangerous...A frisson of anticipation coursed its delightful way down her spine and she curled her tail in response. The darkness that blanketed them and the cold moonlight that cascaded upon their heated bodies was a poetic combination of potent catalysts for the female and she gave her maw a quick lick of her pale pink tongue, hungry for more of what might be to come. She raised a brow slowly, an amused smile on her maw, “Oh you never know, a lady needs to settle eventually, though can`t rightfully say that I’m a lady, just never hurts to know your options.” She blinked once, slightly surprised at his observation skills, this male was a killer, and in more ways than one, the realization brought a cocky smile of satisfaction to her maw. “Fear is but the beginning of desire; the unknown is as enticing as it is dangerous.” She watched with hungry eyes as he let his tongue trail down his fangs, moving closer in response to his movements. The scent of the male was as heady as his appearance, and it would be a while before she would want that scent to leave her pelt. The feel of his thick fur against her own scales, hot against cool, brought a throaty whimper from Diamanta and she leaned into the embrace, letting her tail run down his side enticingly. “Well maybe I don`t qualify as a lady, but I can do aggressive...” Her eyes were alight and the feel of his massive horns along her body was almost as entrancing as the feel of soft fur, and she ran the tip of her tail in a caress along their spiralled form. The ebony smooth weapons formed pointed daggers at the tip, and though they were a work of art in their own, they were also killers. In response she ran one long claws down his thigh, an indication that if aggressive was the way the yagi wished to play then the Gaian would only be all too obliging. D i a m a n t 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] Self control was going to be a word that would haunt and torture Ahote until the day he died. One would think being the alpha of a pack would allow one to relinquish self control and do whatever they might like. But the truth of the matter was that Ahote had less freedom here in the Enclave then he had had when he was a member of Rhiannon’s pack. Each day he awoke to a host of new problems, new responsibilities and things to do, and the majority of him loved each and every minute of it. But there were times like this that he would rather turn his head to the sky and howl in defiance of anything related to control and overpower the female in front of him, the moon shining down on them from above and feeling the adrenaline surge through his mind and body as he imagined the process from start to finish behind his eyes, his own mind feeling more than free to torture him with the idea of “controlling oneself.” The female in front of him was the perfect distraction, the one he could lose himself in if only for the evening, and should she ever decide to join, he would indeed participate in the fights to mate her, he knew that now even without thinking on it. The game they played was indeed dangerous, at least it would have been on her half of the bargain. Even with her size being what it was, he knew that it would take something out of her to mate with him. Now frankly, everything that was male in him told him that he really didn’t care, and the smallest sound of pain or un-comfort on her end would probably drive him to heights of unknown pleasures as he continued on his campaign for pleasure. However, something about him told him that she would withstand anything he would give her to have the ends she was seeking, just as he was. His eyes turned rather sly and devious as the fact came to matter that neither one of them would leave this very place in the forest unsatisfied in a manner of speaking. Even if she changed her mind, and she was of course within her right to do so, Ahote would let her go knowing that she was something he would strive for. He wouldn’t chase her through the territories, no that was no within his means to do, but as she traveled he knew the sight, smell and feel of him would follow her through her travels. The smallest twitch and flick of her tail had been noticed as well as the appearance of her ever delightful pink tongue which his bright eyes focused on for a long moment as he stared at her, all of her, all those wonderful cool blues and purples. It was as if she was truly meant to walk the night, only highlighted by the moon, and he had to wonder for a moment what she looked like during the day, if the sun paid her just as much justice as the moon obviously did from what he was experiencing. As she spoke about the idea of settling his eyes lit up for a long moment, and he knew in that moment she would indeed weigh all of her options in every scenario she came across. She was obviously a female who believed she deserved the absolute best of every scenario. In a way he thought his pack life would be something she could truly enjoy, if she wished to be treated like the goddess she looked like, here she would have no trouble taking on that lifestyle. However, petitioning her to join was not exactly high on his to-do list right this second and he knew it. When she spoke of fear being the beginning of desire he smirked slightly, he was not so sure that fear was the beginning of desire, but he knew that it was definitely playing a role in the game they played right this moment. “The unknown is definitely enticing, and very dangerous.” She was an unknown to him just as much as he was to her, but the only difference being physically he could hurt her beyond measure, and he supposed that kind of fear and anticipation was what could really do oneself in. As his tongue went back against his fang and she came closer he growled, low in his throat, but loud enough so she could hear just how far his self control was being shaken by her scent, her appearance and her closeness. He had no intentions of letting her leave now, she might as well have been prey for all he was concerned with. The whimper that escaped her did nothing to help his control, and the touch of her tail against his side made his body twitch in response. He nipped at her flank and circled her so that he was behind her, nearly looming over her. With her touching his horns with her tail, and running her claw along his side to prove she was aggressive something within his chest rumbled in startling approval. The females he had mated with previously were different, more subdued and submissive, or all too willing. He was all for the idea of finding out how it would be for a female to fight him back. On a primal level it was just something that his body and mind wanted, wanted more than he did on the outside. He continued to nip along her haunches and back, all the way up her shoulder, until he leaned in next to her ears, and made sure she could hear and was listening to him. “I’ve never had a meal be aggressive before, but I can tell you, as aggressive as you’d like to be, I will still devour you from your head…to your tail…and all the lovely bits in between..” His eyes flashed playfully, but there was something dark and challenging as he looked at her from around her shoulder, daring her to show him she truly wanted to fight back…

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" The darkness of the game in which they played was only met by the incredible demonstration of will power that both players were exhibiting. With her heart pounding faster at every passing moment Diamanta had to fight double time not to simply be overcome by her own desires, intensified by the waves coming off the male. Oh there was no doubt her power always made her joining ever more vibrant, whatever her partner felt was also felt in addition to Diamanta`s own experience and during such instances she rather enjoyed submitting to the side effects of her power. In turn she also fed her partner, returning the favor and so it could be said no male had yet to come away without being thoroughly satiated, she saw to this with a deliberate and cunning skill. Smirking coyly she open let her eyes follow every movement the yagi made, her gaze heated under his own observation. She had never met a male that could drive her to such distraction as to almost lose herself in the very game she considered to be a professional at playing. Perhaps tonight would be such a night, losing herself in the darkness with this stranger seemed like a sinful act that even the gods themselves would enjoy watching. Blood seething and running through her veins set her limbs on fire under the caressing glow of moonlight, and she shuddered softly, captivated by the male`s gaze. Oh yes, he was a killer and she concluded that she would not mind being under his ministrations for a night or two. His pelt, so dark it appeared black in the night hinted at turbulent waters under the eerily calm surface of iron will, called to her without reserves, daring her to lose her sanity in their depths. Would she ever emerge as before? She rather hoped not, for although such casual embraces usually left the consenters without any lasting marks, she could tell this one would leave her scathed for a good many moons to come. Intricate was their game, and yet primordial in the essence of it, two beings meeting out of convenience, she could give him what he wanted without strings and it turn she could experience the exhilaration of joining with a being that exuded power and calm clear confidence through every pore. It was a mutual agreement, she was politically unattached and he was the forbidden fruit, ever unattainable and yet so close at hand. Diamanta believed that although she would return to her freedom in the daylight hours, a part of her would remain captured within the Taiga, a delicious dark and rapturous part of her. This was a male her mother had only ever dreamed being possessed by, and Diamanta had now caught one`s attention and she would not relinquish her hold. No, this night would be followed through, but she would make it fun, a little resistance just enough to capture and hold interest and submission upon the right moment to seal the deal. Closing her eyes to enjoy the sharp nips running up her side she sighed, a whine of encouragement in her throat. She watched as the male moved behind her and decided this would be the first moment of protest. With a sharp gleam of devilry in her eyes she caused her tail to lash out and lightly whip his flank, turning in one fluid movement of her body and rolled her hips enticingly, out of his immediate reach. It was her turn now, and she would not let his ministrations go without just reply, a bit of rough play seemed in order; nothing worthwhile in life was free after all. Reaching up, she grasped a soft dark emerald ear in the tip of her edgy teeth, nibbling just enough to draw pearlescent beads of blood and then running her smooth tongue over to soothe the small wound. Teasing she said, “Oh I rather hoped you might say that, a bit of spice never killed anyone.” A slight coquettish tip of her head was all it took to show that she too enjoyed a rougher ride and would not submit as easily as some. Naturally he would get his just reward in due time, of that there were no reservations, but why not make the experience a bit more interesting? With an enticing growl of invitation she proceeded to nip his shoulder and run a claw down his side, brushing her sleek body down his flank and stopping to stare back at him with one brow raised in silent challenge. This one would not slip away, and though he may return to all the females he so desired, she would do her damn best to leave a lasting impression that no other female would be able to top. D i a m a n t 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 so incredibly desirable about the female in front of him, so dark and devious, challenging, dominant and yet pliant. She was a walking contradiction and it was never more attractive to him than in that moment. The females he had bedded were never so complex and wondrous as the female before him, and it made his blood road within his head and ears. His ears lay back slightly with the sheer force pounding of his blood flowing through him, pulsating through every nerve ending. As the very small breezes flowed across his pelt they seemed to light him afire, as though any touch would seemingly throw him over the edge. Indeed it was all a game, but it was a dangerous game indeed that threatened the very core of his being, his self control, and his will power. The sounds that emitted from the very depth of his being fell from his muzzle in low, dangerous tones. Only so much more teasing would be permitted and he knew that though he struggled, he could see it within her body that she was struggling as well, and that helped him temporarily leash his own desire. It seemed as though in that moment that they were both beings of the sky, beings of a nature that fed on the sheer emotions of each other. The more desire and lack of control he had, the more he could see she desired him and wanted him. There was just something so breakable about her, and yet she would continue to tease and come after him as though she would taunt him to use force with her. Ahote had a moment where his eyes scanned the area around them, and he turned his nose to sniff at the winds whipping around them, he almost wanted an intruder, or someone in the shadows watching them…almost. Although he felt as though he might kill anyone who impeded his desire to take the female, he would almost enjoy the sheer knowledge of knowing someone could see him as his most dark and desirable. Perhaps down at heart he truly was a creature of vanity. However, their own scents, and heat were the only things he sensed and smelled, and the only observes to their carnal dance where those of the moon and stars. Audience enough for him he thought with a smile full of devious intention. He wondered just how long he could keep her his captive, just how long she would allow herself to stay with him, be with him, underneath him, under his teeth, his pelt brushing against her. He fought back the urge to tell her he wished to have her as long as he could possess her, because in reality he felt just as possessed by her as he hoped she did with him. She was a tease, and although usually he would be on his way for more..accommodating delights, he found the game and her teasing ministrations to be more than he bargained for, and now no other female could possibly sate his hunger for what she had instigated. His eyes glared playfully at her for a long moment as he considered if he should verbalize such thoughts, even though he wanted her in every sense of the word, he could not truly capture her beyond her will. He prized females way too much to every truly attempt to keep one beyond their will. However, if she chose to stay he would never turn her away. Her whines of encouragement truly incensed him and he couldn’t help but snarl lowly in his throat, as though desire itself had climbed up from the bottom of his belly, up his throat, and out to sizzle upon the night air around them. She was doing nothing to settle the fire within his mind and body, if anything the sounds she was making were only making his mind fuzzier and fuzzier. When her tail lashed out to whip against him, he made a noise, not so much of surprise but the slight tinge of pain with all the pleasure and torment he was going through only caused his eyes to darken even further as he looked over her body and caught sight of those delicious hips just rolling to further entice him. “Pain, only furthers to let one know they are alive my Midnight Ministrationess…” His voice was low, and now very dangerous, the pain having cleared his head slightly, and yet made him feel more in the same moment. Just when he thought she could do nothing else that would clear his mind, and yet fill it with more desire, her teeth found his ear. He felt the small beads of blood well to the surface only to be smoothed over by her tongue. His legs began to shake with the visible effort of controlling himself as she kept herself so near. The scent around him nearly drowned him, his lids closed lowly over his lashes and he breathed in against her, turning his head so that her sharp teeth while remaining tugged further at delicate flesh as he turned to pushed his head against hers. As he did so he opened his mouth and dragged his fangs until he found the flesh around the back and side of her neck. It was almost as if he could feel her pulse there, and before he knew it, he had grabbed her up by the flesh there, he moved his muzzle so that his fangs did not so much dig into her flesh but applied pressure there, and pushed the flesh up into the rest of his mouth where he could bite down without truly puncturing her flesh with fangs meant to kill. Instead the sensation was pressure more than anything else, the strength of his jaws telling her that he could move her just about anywhere he wanted to. Had he wanted to he could shake her like prey he had just caught or drag her about like an insolent pup. His body and muscles dragged against her as he held on, her scent inhaled and clutching to him as he made small eager noises in his throat against her. “A little bit of spice indeed…but you my lovely, will be mine…” The words were muffled along her own flesh before he released her. As he did she then nipped his shoulder and ran one of those blacker than night nails down his side. The skin beneath his pelt shuddered at the very movement of such a sharp thing moving through his pelt, which gave way much like water. When he turned his head back he found her watching him with one eyebrow raised and smirked slightly. “Tease.” He turned his body and brushed up against her as well, but this time he moved one of his hips so that the sharp horn that resided there brushed against her, and he added just enough pressure that it broke her delicate looking skin with a small puncture hole. Nothing that would damage her movement, and nothing that wouldn’t heal, but he could immediately tell he had added just enough pressure to bring blood to the surface, and he quickly moved to push his fang against the newly blooded area, and then soothed it with his tongue just as she had done for him. Turning his now bright eyes back to her face he was the one smirking and he had no intention of backing down, the rougher she chose to be, the less likely it would be for her to leave in the morning…He circled around her again and stood behind her as if to say, ‘Have you had enough?’

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" Struggling was a polite way of describing what the female Gaian was being subjected to, in fact by the by as every second ticked by her resolve dropped well below what she had ever experienced before in her life. Her heart seemed unable to settle on a beat, pumping more hot blood into her limbs as her pulse raced much faster than her thoughts could at the moment. Who was this male to be able to destroy all her practiced self control and killer manipulation skills? He left her without defense and completely open to his ministrations, unable to help herself and certainly past the point of being able to stop. Heat grew within her and she felt as though she was melting from the inside out, terse and tense in waiting for what they both knew was coming. Could she recover after tonight and simply leave on her own way, moving on from what would surely be the most striking event to happen in her life? It seemed she would have no choice, it had always been about no strings attached, and yet she was sure that it would be with the deepest of regrets and a growing yearning that she would part from their union. His smile gave her good cause for concern and yet it drew her in more than anything for it seemed to match her own intentions and she purred with unconcealed appreciation. True enough it seemed as though the pair was being directed and their dance seemed rather choreographed, a perfect balance of darkness and sensuality, weaved together by something much more than they would ever be and for the first time Diamanta had the beginnings of a belief in a being higher than herself. What purpose was this union of carnal desires and untamed yearning? It seemed that surely something paranormal and entirely ethereal was to come of this encounter and yet through the haze that surrounded her logic she could not fathom what it was. For the moment she was content in allowing her instincts to guide her, for such an animalistic direction must lead down the right path. Diamanta almost wished the path would lead to more than this solitary combination of needs, with such a male as this in the pack she was beginning to believe that settling in their midst would be a bearable thing indeed, after all whom could turn down such a tempting thing as being cared for with such diligence? But the gaian was no fragile object to be cast aside, she fought for herself with a great deal of passion, and she was not the type to lay aside and allow others to dominate, though she would gladly make and exception for this brute. Already she was craving more from the male, an addiction on the rise and like a powerful drug she was hooked, unable to deny her body what it needed and incapable of fighting to release her brain from the terribly beautiful effect being around him was having. Like an addict she was not at the point of wanting to banish him from her blood and if reason saw fit she imagined he would be imprinted in her mind until the day her body took its last breath. If anything Diamanta craved having a male to cater to, needed the company no matter how vile or doting he might turn out to be, seemed unable to survive without it, and she was quickly beginning to see that no one could ever meet the standards the yagi was now setting for any other suitors. As a lover he tore down her defenses and rendered her rather helpless to his every whim, and the strength that he exhibited called out to her feminine side, yelling that this wolf could meet the requirements that history itself had set for mated pairs. Never before had she ever felt so out of control, so vulnerable and open to whatever he so saw fit to do, and yet at the same time the fear seemed complimentary to her personality, as though the passion was ignited by the knowledge that the pair were pulled together as extreme forces in their own rights. His snarls sent shivers of exquisite pleasure through her limbs as she sighed in submission, her body recognizing his for the power being it was, and like nature dictated she had indeed been shown that not only could he dominate her, but he could meet her needs as well as she could his. If his savage snarls were not enough to persuade her, the pressure of his killer fangs upon her exposed neck were and she shivered with fear and delight at the same time, standing ever so still for if she moved the wrong way blood would flow and even though she was vulnerable and entirely at his mercy, she did not want it any other way. While he held her in his deadly embrace she encircled her sleek tail around his back ankle, running it up the inner of his leg enticingly. Perhaps she was vulnerable, but she was not without fight and power either, and the slight tremble she felt in his body told her as much. Smiling knowingly at the male she gave a small growl of defiance, enough to say that although she recognized his strength and dominance, she would not be complaint either. As he released her she took a deep breath of clear night air, not realizing she had been holding her breath for part of the time and gave him a cheeky grin; delightful devil, she thought. The sharp white pain along her flank brought a stark bark of surprise from her maw as she turned her head quickly, watching the blood run red against her shimmering scales. It was however quickly replaced with an appreciative hum of rapture as his cool sabers were placed against the wound and his hot tongue came to soothe the wound much as she had done to him. Her tail wrapped around the tip of a horn to give him a reprimanding tug, more a tease than anything. Once again she found herself loss in his gaze as he circled behind her once more, and this time she would not deter him and so she flicked her tail in silent approval, daring him to come forward. D i a m a n t 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 was never one to play with his prey, but in this particular case he had delighted in playing with that which he would completely overpower and possess. He had no intentions of letting this female leave with anything but sore limbs, scratches, bite marks, and an intense burning need for him inside and out that would follow her wherever she decided to roam next on her little journey. He had no good intentions in reality, none and while that should have bothered him, he couldn’t think clearly enough to come up from such intentions. But with all things lust is a double edged sword, and he knew it would cut both ways. While she would yearn for him all throughout her travels he would be left in the cold Taiga to mourn her loss, the loss of her body, and the loss of the sounds she was making, and the dark glimmer of desire hidden in her eyes and smile. All these things would haunt him until the day she returned, and to be honest he was more than sure she would return. It had nothing to do with her attraction to him or how much he had aroused her, there was a connection there that he could feel in its entirety. The way she moved was more fluid then any water he had drank from before and she was twice as addicting. Although he himself was flooding with questions, who she was, what she was really around for, what was her purpose…they all hinged on the edge of his brain. He could not voice them because the more primal and animalistic side of himself had taken over at this point and it was purely hell bent on self satisfaction. Logic would be nowhere to be found, because anything that could possible hinder the fire arising from his loins up his spine to the back of his brain was quickly pushed aside as though it didn’t exist. His eyes had they the capabilities they would have shone a bright ruby red, reflecting on the outside just how loud the blood was pooling and roaring within his mind, begging and screaming for release from his demented game they are playing to tease each other. The more intelligent side of himself enjoyed the witty banter back and forth, but when it came to the fore front of things, logic would not defend itself and was easily placed aside. Ahote shook his head for a moment to clear his head. He could see her battling within herself to submit, but she was quickly losing the battle. As dominant as she would like to try to be, she would never measure up to who and what he was and he knew it. He also knew that it was just a matter of time until he had her, it was just like cornering and killing a doe run up against a wall. All you had to do was tighten the circle until you could get close enough to strike without getting hurt in the process. But of all wolves Ahote had no problem getting hurt or being in pain, in fact he relished it to a point, so all of her violent ministrations did nothing but urge him to tighten the circle until she had no choice but to submit to him completely. He had no idea that he might be ruining her for other males, but he did hope in the future that after him she could see herself with no other male, there would be no bigger ego trip than that for him. All it would take is her coming back to be with him to let him know that no matter how far she had traveled, and as many males as she might see, he would be the only one that could do to her what she truly wanted down to those thick, ebony claws of hers. His eyes became brighter as he watched her body finally give in to him and her sigh slithered out over the night to caress his ears and his shoulders shuddered in response. It would seem she would never run out of tricks to tease him and send him over the edge, the slithering edge of her tail caressing his back ankle, causing twitching and tingling sensations all the way up his spine and causing his eyes to roll up slightly, while a harsh growl escaped his throat, muffled only slightly by her flesh within his mouth. Her growl of defiance interested him, and he knew that even if she submitted to him during their mating that she would never be like some of the more subservient females in his pack. Oh she might be doted upon but she would never be shy or so completely compliant that she would not have a say or a means to defend herself. He understood that but the growl itself called to the being within himself and he snarled back over her flesh to let her know that he acknowledged it but for now he was in charge. Her bark of surprise made his eyes close slightly, embracing that one sound for what it was, in that moment she was surprised and even fearful of what exactly she was intending to mate with. The fact that he had surprised her at all made him extremely happy, and it showed on his dark features. The resulting sound that came from her though made soothing the wound all worth it. He pressed the sides of his fangs into the wound for pressure and continued to lick the metallic like fluid from her wound and even moved his tongue this and that way along the edges of the opening to tease several different nerve endings. At the tug to his horn, he pulled his head up, and with it her tail if she did not let go. “Don’t like it? Turnabout is fair play my lovely…” The words were growled so close to her flesh if she wasn’t listening she might not hear them. But for now he was done talking, and having circled her, and watched her, he knew that she needed the same thing he did and soon they would have it. He watched as he tail lashed and stepped up behind her, forcing her tail to the side as he pushed himself into a slightly vertical position, and doing his best to keep his weight off her lest he put too much weight for her to bear in vulnerable places. With one last snarl of triumph he was lost within her and his mind knew only the bliss of the mating to come. ((Fade to black xDDD))