Soft russet fur slinked through the undergrowth, her curvy form barely noticeable against the large red wood trees. Standing tall with pride, though with her slight form she was barely taller than the large bushes that surrounded her. Lavender laced eyes would peer through the night sky, stars gleaming off of them. Sashaying through the forest, she was a beauty to be remembered and one to savor for the brief time a male would ever hold her.

She felt stressed, pent up in her own small crown. She needed a distraction, a relief from her worries. Searching through the woods she would find nothing that spiked her interest. She needed the attention of a male. With a soft sigh she settled her petite but muscular form on the hard ground. Where was a male when she wanted one, needed one?

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He had seemed to part ways with his family and friends. Ah, he didn't need them. He was better off exploring the lands and living his days as a lone hunter. His paws had led him into the northern region of Alacritia, a cold landscape that he had not travelled through recently. Cloaked like a deathly shadow, he lumbered through redwood trees, stalking a particular scent that had caught his interest. This wolf did not know the dangers of walking in the presence of a skilled hunter and stalker. Oh he loved to stalk his prey. Silently, swiftly and ever so carefully, his cyan gaze narrowed to find a smaller russet wolf sitting only a few lengths away. His eyes processed the information and scent. Her scent was distinctly female, raising perhaps more attention and interest than he desired. He couldn't let this one slide. Far too long had he lived in shadows with nothing but his own soul. It was time to reveal himself to this stranger. "What is one such as yourself doing in a dangerous land such as this?" He deeply inquired as he snaked his way by her side, his paws becoming level with her's. He invited himself into her presence, seating himself in an upright position. She wouldn't mind, would she? His tone held amusement, yet it was still cold and heartless. His eyes did not meet her electric gaze of pure azure, instead they were fixed on the path ahead. "Speech"

A deep voice echoed in her ebony ears, causing her to look up into the blue eyes of a black male. He looked muscular, and very enticing. Craving his touch, she put on her most innocent mask, knowing that he wouldn't buy it. She was far from innocent. Sitting up on her haunches, she stared into the aqua depths of his heartless stare. He seemed emotionless, all the better for her, that meant she got to flirt even more.

With a innocent grin painted on her inky lips she widened her cyan eyes at his words. Curling her russet tail around her haunches, she tilted her crown to the side. "Dangerous?" she questioned lightly, acting oblivious to his warning, "All seems perfectly well to me." she stated, keeping up her innocent charade for a while longer, after all this was her favorite part.

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The maple female questioned the state of danger this area was in. He expected a simple reply such as that. Perfectly well? Not for a minute longer. He turned his head to meet her innocent looking features. This woman seemed to performing some sort of stunt, and it seemed to running just as planned. He gave a grin, letting his eyes trail over her curvy form. Her fur was a distinct golden russet, delicately painted with fine strokes of rich ebony. He took in her sweet aroma, letting it entwine his shadow like body. A pretty looking girl, wasn't she? "Yes, dangerous," He repeated once more, trying to keep a serious tone. His words were clear and languid. "There are many dangerous creatures out there." And one of those dangerous creatures was sitting right beside her, only of course if she understood his drift. "Speech"

The rich ebony male tried to convince her of such dangers, though she understood perfectly well what the meaning of his unspoken words were. With a sad sigh she looked into his clear aqua gaze, playing out this game that was quickly unraveling between the two. A pout crossed her lips, one that only a puppy would do as she gazed at the muscular onyx wolf. This one will be fun to play with.

The pout crossed against all of her features, her lips parting in another deep sigh. With pout still intact, she rose from her haunches and padded slowly over to the male, pupils widening in lust as she openly looked him up and down. Liking what she saw, her curvy form made its way over to the male's muzzle. "Well...maybe I like danger..." she whispered languidly into his ebony ear, breathing out each syllable.

She knew where this was headed, and she was definitely enjoying it. Finally, someone to play her game.

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The female rose to her paws, whispering in his ear that she liked danger. He liked danger too. He enjoyed the rushed feeling of thrill and adrenaline. But were they even referring to the same danger? His narrowed eyes scanned her body once more, finding her glowing eyes lit up with lust. Oh they both had to be talking about the same danger. They both craved it. His eyes could not leave her swaying hips, already mesmerised by the presence of this creature. How could he refuse such a splendid beauty? He rose to his own paws, circling the woman slowly and carefully. He attempted a few mischievous nips at her fur, grinning charmingly for a few moments. He breathed into her fur, emphasising every word he spoke. "Oh I'll give you danger. I'll give you anything you want, dear." Never in his days had he realised women could bring such satisfaction. Did they all behave like this? Perhaps this one is just different. Or maybe he just hasn't been this drunk in a long time. "Speech"

She smirked slyly when she saw his eyes trail over her slender, feminine body, noticing the mirroring of lust in his cyan depths. They both craved each other's attention, craved the distraction that it would bring them from the cruel world. The lavender in her eyes would pop as the toned man would stand, circling around her slight figure. Enticing nips would pierce her skin, beneath her russet fur as he continued to circle her, as if testing her. She needed to be close to him, closer than this, but she wanted to play the game a little longer, wanted to tease him a little longer. She wanted him to need it.

With the harsh nips lingering on her fur and the seductive words lingering on her mind she turned her lavender laced gaze to meet his aqua blue depths. Her expression turned to one of false bewilderment, completely altered from her previous seductive tones. Lowering herself to the ground she turned her stomach up to the large male slowly, not playful in the least as she continued to watch his orbs for his reaction to her upcoming words. "Oh but master..." she breathed, her tone heavy with lust as she spoke to the stunning male, "I am your slave for the night..." she continued, putting emphasis on the word slave. She didn't mind being in charge of the game, actually she enjoyed it thoroughly, but she knew the male would have greater enjoyment if he was allowed to commander her as he pleased. She bore the slight scars on her back and muzzle of a few..cruel "slaveowners" but she didn't mind. The game would be played however the male wished, she just would decide when it ended.

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The word master instantly sparked his attention intriguingly. Although he craved the woman's command, the way she spoke those words just could not make him resist. Her words simply trapped him in a hazy world of bliss. He wanted her to say it one more time. One more time until he lost his mind. As long as she obeyed any of his desires, she would make a worthwhile slave. This stunning creature would be his for the night. Whilst the female's body was lowered to the ground, he would stroll over to her and lean closer to her ear to whisper his own words. His eyes flickered wickedly, proud of his freshly caught prey. "Well then my slave," He began with a low articulate voice, allowing each word to come out slowly yet charmingly. He felt the urge to hold out this act for a few moments. Things like this should not be rushed, should they? Each moment had to be lived to the utmost fullest. He needed this act to warm up. They both needed to be dying for their tender embraces. "Are you ready to do me a show?" He commanded this game, it would all go occording to his own devious plans whether she wanted it or not. "Speech"

Her russet fur brushed the ground as she turned back over onto her stomach, no longer giving her master the ability to see the soft fur. As he strolled over to her, his aqua pools would flash with mischievousness, as would the smile that crossed his onyx lips. Her seductive gaze would land upon his muscular chest, trailing down his ebony back and ending at the tip of his inky black tail. She wanted him, bad.

A smile would cross her lips as he spoke slowly into her ebony ears, making them twitch slightly. What did he have planned? Anticipation boiled inside of her as she looked towards the male, her master. "I will do anything you wish.." she stated slowly, putting a pause after anything. She meant it, after all she had already told him that she was his property for the night, and she never went back on her word. "All you have to do, Master, is give me the command.." she added, suggestion and hidden meaning seeping between her sultry words.

She would play this game until the end, pleasing the larger male until he could take no more. This game was her's and she was going to make sure he knew it. She was going to make him beg for more.

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-sorry it double posted on me-

Command? Hah, he needed no command. All he needed was the right sensation, the right demon to hook his mind into the action. His senses took it all in, the voices and looks were utterly perfect. He could feel that sensation bubbling wildly inside of him, crazily planning to control his moves. His thoughts were so insane yet they were so good. Sweat and heat burned through him. He could take it no more. How was she able to perform such a devilish spell? How had he fallen for such a captivating aura like a fly caught in a spider's web? He was dying for her. It was more than want or desire. It was hunger. And that hunger had to be fulfilled. He wouldn't want to starve, would he? The delicacy before him was all that could fulfil that hunger. A low growl rippled through his throat as he strolled over to the woman's rear. Desperation gripped him longingly. He needed no approval, no authorisation. He was going to lean in, take it all and rip it away from her. With his last slow exhale, he would complete his plan and join them together as master and slave. -fade to black- "Speech"

A smirk fell upon her maw as she saw that he had given in to her game. She had won and he was so pent up that he couldn't handle it anymore. Not even bothering to ask, he strolled over to her russet rump. She knew what was coming next, after all this was not something new to her. Slowly raising her ebony striped tail she stroked it along his muzzle, turning her lavender laced gaze over to him. She knew that is would kill him if she watched, so that is exactly what she did.

Her cyan orbs turned seductive and soul searching as she rolled onto her back once more, exposing her sensitive stomach to the large male. She wanted it rough, she hated gentle and was willing to take scars for the pleasure it would give her. Licking her jaws slowly, she continued to keep her gaze locked with his, watching his every movement as he walked closer and closer to the moment, each step taking them farther into their world.

With a low growl he gave into his emotions, earning a loud moan from her. She had won, but it was not over yet. Just because the game had reached its climax, didn't mean she was done playing. She wanted him begging for more of her. She wanted marks on her body from the game she had played, memories of this intriguing wolf. She wanted to remember.

-Fades to Black-

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The Queen saunters around her territory, she is comfortable in it, as the ultimate ruler. Whom should she fear? Her companion seeks to keep close to her side, he doesn't yet trust the wolves his mistress houses with. Some time has passed since she has taken back her forest, her haven, but it again is under her worthy paws. Her ivory fur glistens in the light, contrasting the darker forest that she nearly dances within. A snarl from her companion draws her to a halt, and she glances at him- her brow furrowing. Strangers A growl rises in her throat. Trespassers were inside her forest, and she would slowly slink forward to seek them out. She takes to the thick undergrowth of her forest, and she weaves in between the trees and brush, moving silently. Greek skitters at her feet, his relaxed posture now replaced by aggression. Who would dare trespass and ruin his mistresses day. Or perhaps they will make it. As she draws closer, Roman Armada inhales and she can smell the erotic scents in the air. Her ears flatten in distaste, and she lets out a disgusted snort as she emerges from the shadows. Of all the things she must witness. "What fools dare to blatantly trespass on Regium's land?" Did these fools not scent the borders? Were they simply trying to test her? She waits for a reply- stopping about ten feet from the involved pair. Greek skitters to her left shoulder, his lips curled up in a snarl. Speech,

(Sorry guys, Roman took the Red forest back before the 9th of November and yeah... she doesn't take well to trespassing.)