Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 23, 2010 23:30:52 GMT -5
Gypsy's eye locked with the female as soon as Li looked her way. The cold, yet bright blue orb-like eyes snared the mortal ones. What was this female trying to prove to her? Was she challenging Gypsy? Hah. What a laugh. She remained here because the situation was amusing to her, it had an air of entertainment to keep the whimsical wanderer from flitting off.
In her mind she was dubbing Li as a 'whore'. To throw herself at the feet of the first male that looked her way. Pathetic. Though how the male was replying to it, interesting. Not even giving her a runaround, perhaps that was for the better. Maybe the little female was in for a rude awakening, getting exactly what she was asking for.
Gypsy's wings folded, brushing the tips together like a whisper. Her ears twitched at the words the male spoke. His first time? Interesting indeed.... She allowed a smirk to cross her maw, a wicked smirk at what was about to occur. "If you want more privacy..." She gestured toward a small thicket a few feet away with a narrow limb. Why should she move? She was there first.
She stood and walked toward the pair, her tail floating up above her body. She lowered the feather like appendage, brushing it lightly over the female's head then up to the male's nose, making sure he got the scent. She veered off and bent to the puddle, making sure he got a good view as she quenched her thirst.
Her grace was evident, her intentions not as much. She stepped around the puddle and leaped up onto the same rock, turning and setting her body down. She gave them a cheery smile, "Don't let me stop you, carry on."
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Post by poseidon on Jan 26, 2010 11:39:51 GMT -5
Li realized what the Myou meant as he whispered in her ear. She felt watched as the old-as-dirt Sennyo watched her, assessing her actions. She watched quietly as the Sennyo brushed her tail against her face, then against the Myou's. She took it all in, and figured out a plan. She waltzed on over to the Myou, preparing for what was about to happen. She knelt in to his ear, whispering, "Mine too." She dashed across the fields, looking back. "Coming?"
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Post by Raleigh (Rawls) on Jan 28, 2010 15:19:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/rawlsrawls-1.png]Raleigh’s brown eyes followed the quick gesture toward the thicket. The deer-wolf felt a strong urge to move, but his deer’s instincts kept his hooves planted where they stood. Damn the freezing-up of prey. However, even Raleigh knew the usefulness of this stiffening reflex—a prey that could not be found was one that could not be eaten.
And it was a curious feeling. It was as if the muscles were cast in stone. They felt without temperature. Neither warm nor cold. Just there. And the only thing that could be felt really, was the rush of blood underneath his skin. He could feel that, but it was all temperature. It was both warm and cold. And he couldn’t even speak because even his vocal muscles had locked up. And so, it was as if he had no choice, but to stand there. And he watched with nervous and watery eyes as the Sennyo approached he and the female he could really call a slut. Linnea was friendly enough to be one.
Gypsy presented herself like a beautiful statue. She was lovely on every angle, but she wisped her lovely, feathery tail over his sensitive nose. Without thinking, he drank in her scent and it made him hungry for her even more. Raleigh looked over her with dream-filled eyes. Oh, how he wanted her so much more.
Before he knew it, his joints grew wobbly. He was freed from the deer’s influence. It might have been because of Gypsy’s charms. And he looked to Li, prepared himself by mounting her, and mated in a rushed and amateur way.
Raleigh did find it terribly awkward that his first time was with a wolf whom he cared nothing about. Despite the fact that she said it was her first time, she seemed too comfortable to give sex to him. She was almost too willing and, dare he say it, ready to give him what he wanted. Perhaps she was just naturally good at it. Nevertheless, Raleigh finished the mating quietly, and he even took careful pains to make sure his hooves did not dig into her fur and skin. It was awkward for the deer-wolf Myou to mate with the hybrid and he just felt more awkward that Gypsy had been watching the whole time.
“Well…” he lowered his ears. The first time was always just so weird. He didn’t have practice and he knew that it showed in every awkward movement. He glanced to Gypsy as he wondered how she judged it. Then, he turned his head in a severe second. Then again, he didn’t want to wonder if his performance was sub-par in her experienced eyes.
“How was it for you?” He shuffled his words and stared at his hooves.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
Posts: 222
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 28, 2010 21:44:47 GMT -5
Gypsy watched with an amused expression on her face, as it started. It really was his first time. She got an idea in her head, a smirk crossed her maw. She could help him improve his form. Though if she pursued that game, she would have to find her secret weapon. She looked away from the pair, assumably to give them at least a bit of privacy, though her mind was wandering. She gazed at the few sparse plants in the area. The winter had left little growing.
She twitched her tail and fluttered her wings absently. Her ears twitched at the grunts of the myou, she could smell them. It was arousing, it always was, ever since her first time. So many years ago....A dark shadow crossed her eyes as she reminisced, there were repercussions from that time. So much pain. She jerked herself out of her line of thought as she heard Rawls speak to the hybrid.
She allowed her aloof exterior to come back up. Though she did give another cursory glance around the vegetation. Disappointed with her finds, she stood back up on her boulder and stretched. The show was over. Not that it lasted very long, or was well scripted, but it had given her some way to pass the seemingly endless time. Oddly enough, she had made this a habit in her long life. Watching. Participating only when she was extremely interested.
Perhaps the myou could keep her entertained for a while. Until she needed a new game...
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