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Post by Neon on Jul 9, 2009 17:00:59 GMT -5
(This is a role play between the characters Zwerver and Aza. No one else may post here except the role players of those two characters and anyone we give permission to afterwards.)
Zwerver blinked slowly, following the scent of nothing other than females. His tongue lolled from his mouth as his nose, held low to the ground, was locked on one particular scent. Heat. The smell of fertility. Whether or not it was old or new he really didn't care. He was following it simply because there was a chance he might find the femme who had left the trail. He breathed in deeply... If his senses did not mistake him, he had found a recent trail. No more than an hour old. He quickened his pace to a trot-like gait. head and tail level. It was a typical look of a wolf that was hunting. Of course, he could have always pretended to be tracking a rabbit or something... the place was loaded with the tasty little rodents. Zwerver felt his loins burn with excitement. It had been so long since he had felt the slender curve of a female's body under his. The last one had died while he had been doing it. It kind of pissed him off. She could have been worth a repeat session. Maybe not staying with her, but hunting her down later for another go... This one had better not die on me, dammit! Zwerver thought, his eyes narrowing for a moment. As the scent gradually became stronger he loosened his stance, making it less aggressive. He could try and charm her... of course.. If she wasn't paying attention and he was behind her there always was the option of jumping on her and mounting her right then and there. The light colored brute licked his lips at the thought. Oh, yes, this would be fun... He could already hear her cries of pain and desperation. This would be the thing he needed to slake his thirst... To quench the flames of desire that roared in his chest.
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Post by galaxia on Jul 9, 2009 17:16:07 GMT -5
Aza trotted along the path to the breeding grounds, rounding the turns with swiftness and elegance. She was heading toward the breeding grounds for an obvious reason: To find a mate. She had tried many times, but never managed to find "Mr. Right". She needed a mate that would stand by her side and be loyal to Thoth- After all, Aza's mate, if she ever found one, would be the beta male. She could've flown to the breeding grounds, but her wings were tired and sore from flying almost all of yesterday. For some reason, she just couldn't shake off the feeling of being followed, which was silly because she had looked back several times and had seen nothing. But, just to be sure, she looked back once more- Nothing. Aza continued on, until finally she reached the breeding grounds. She inhaled deeply, and closed her eyes. It was now or never.
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Post by Neon on Jul 9, 2009 17:22:18 GMT -5
Zwerver was silent as he moved through the grass... His limbs were long and carried him swiftly, but without a sound, toward her. The pads of his massive paws lightly brushed the ground as he closed the distance between he and this beautiful creature... He noted her slender body and beautiful coat... Unscarred and silky. Assuming she survived, Zwerver knew this one was a keeper. He closed the distance more carefully and finally he was within range... He concentrated on her presence, and began to attempt to tap at her energy. If he accomplished this, he would wait until she was showing signs of weakness before rushing toward her with the intent of pinning her down. And then... THEN he would have his fun. After all.. Half the fun was messing with the female. Making her break down. Seeing her be torn apart from the inside out. Of course, this was a sickening belief for most... But for Zwerver... besides the actual act itself.. It was the most pleasurable part in it. His loins were on fire and his entire body yearned to feel her submit to his will. Every fiber of his being wanted her, and he would have her. Oh yes. He would... He would.... In fact, he was so infatuated he didn't notice the strong scent of a pack that clung to her fur. No. He was only concentrated on the sweet smell of her heat.
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Post by galaxia on Jul 9, 2009 17:32:16 GMT -5
Aza was about to move on into the breeding grounds, when she felt something inside her... It was like her energy was being drained from her. She felt weaker and weaker, until she could barely stand up. She collapsed on the ground. She was still conscious, but she had definitely collapsed. What had caused her to lose so much energy so quickly? Aza wanted to find out.
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Post by Neon on Jul 9, 2009 17:37:44 GMT -5
Zwerver slowed his tapping, making sure that he didn't kill her. He just wanted her limp. A soft chuckle wafted past his lips as he approached her from behind. The huge brute leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't you know that little femmes who come here without mates get hurt?" His voice, despite being menacing, was a soft, seductive croon. He pulled her rear up, toward him.. Propping her up as he readied her for his own personal fun. He moved her until she was in an awkward position- her rear held up, close to his body by him... His paws wrapped around her to ensure she didn't slip. Her hind legs were spalyed. No all that was left was to move her tail. Zwerver moved her tail, and, stopping his energy tapping for the time being, grabbed a hold of her scruff. He inched his haunches toward her caves, teasing them for a moment by brushing them with the tip of his organ. Oh, this would be fun. This would be very fun. He drew his haunches back and prepared to let his little game begin...
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Post by galaxia on Jul 9, 2009 17:44:28 GMT -5
Aza started to panic. "No! Let...me...go!" She wouldn't let herself be force-bred. She tried to crawl away, but couldn't She just didn't have enough energy. And, even if she did, she still wouldn't be able to get away. The male was grasping her too tightly. She still couldn't help but try. After all, if she was really lucky... She just might be able to get away... But then what? She wouldn't be able to run. She didn't have nearly enough energy.
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Post by Neon on Jul 9, 2009 17:55:32 GMT -5
Unfortunately, the male has been expecting this. He gripped her more tightly, closing his mouth on her scruff. And then he began to thrust into her, hoping to hear her moan. See her cry. Something that old him she was in pain. Zwerver moaned with pleasure as he felt the walls of her caves shudder with the force he was using. And he wasn't even trying yet. He hugged her more tightly to him, angling himself so that he could reach deeper reaches of her body. Loving the feeling of the friction between his belly and her back. He let go of her scruff for a moment, crooning, "You're mine now. All mine. Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Maybe you'll even start to like it." He grabbed hold of her scruff again, enjoying the feeling of power and control he had. He began to thrust harder. Faster... He was obviously not afraid to hurt her in the process. Suddenly Zwerver knew he wanted to hear the femme scream. He drove into her with brutal force, wanting to hear wails of agony... wanting a reason to drive into her even further. Wanting a reason for her to fear him. Of course, he'd keep her in a sort of seduced state. So that way she would have enough energy to take care of her pups when they came, and eat, and stand... But not enough energy to put up much of a fight at all.
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