When Life Gives You...Apples?
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Winter had hit the lands a few weeks ago, and she was feeling rather irritated. Not only was it her season, but three different packs claimed lands in the areas she frequented. She wasn't happy, but there wasn't anything she could do about it unless she joined one, but she wasn't sure how she even felt about that. The babe lied beneath an apple tree, tail lashing as she grumped. Irritation combined with her hormones made for one unhappy babe, and she was in no mood for anything. Her family hadn't been seen for years. She wandered the lands with no real purpose, no destination. All she had been doing up to this point was surviving and wasting her life away. Then again, she never really did have guidance for anything. Nobody to push her towards any meaningful direction or life plan or goal. So here she sat...irritated and grumpy with the world.
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The aroma of rotting fruit drew the titan like a moth to a flame. He hadn't been nearly drunk enough lately to cope with the grief of losing his parents. He was sure he could brew a little something in a pinch that would do the trick until he could get his hands on the good stuff. On the heels of that brilliant idea, the delicious scent of a female in heat. Oh, this was a delightful day in the works. Picking up the pace, the giant trotted into the orchard with perked auds. Following his nose, he found her quickly enough. She was gorgeous, petite and curvaceous. The celestial beast approached, tail flagging high over his hips. Amethyst gaze fell upon her features as they turned towards him. She looked.. sad. No, that was the glint in her eyes. Her expression read as rage. A frown creased his brow, and he lowered his tail, tempered his cocky gait to its usual prowl. Dappled in sunlight and lounging in the trees, she was every bit the pretty picture the cosmic male had been hoping for. A soft sigh shoved itself through his nostrils. Auds flicked to and fro, a mirror of his internal conflict. She no doubt wanted to be left alone, where filthy, heathen horndogs wouldn't bother her. However... she was so tempting. An oasis in a desert without the physical desires his matured form so craved. She could always turn him away, he reckoned. "Heil," he greeted, rumbling vocals booming through the cavern of his deep chest. "may I sit?" he questioned, pausing to wait for permission. If there was one thing that his mother had been sure to beat into him at a young age, it was manners. Treating a lady with respect was first and foremost. If he ever stepped out of line, he was sure Caia's ghost would descend from Valhalla to kick the ever loving shit out of him. Crown lowered between his shoulders, the tusked male made an effort to assume a neutral posture. A friendly face, just in case she needed to vent. Perhaps that was good enough, just to be around such a pretty face. |
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She kept her gaze on him, the tip of her tail twitching as she eyed him. She noticed the tusks that grew from his jaws, another feature she had never seen before. She was kinds jealous that she didn't have killer teeth like that, but she didn't need them anyway. She was already the epitome of beauty, and such teeth would probably mar that. "Who are you anyway?" She questioned, a hint of curiosity returning to her features.
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A familiar expression of shock and awe was quickly shuttered and replaced with the sour look he'd seen upon his approach, and the titan smirked. "Sure, see if I care." she scoffed. His own features became lax, and a neutral look settled onto his face. Dismissive, perhaps even dour. He was far from the most social of creatures, but he wasn't one to turn down a bitch in heat. Haunches folded beneath the behemoth, and he settled down. Shoulders rolled ever so slightly inward, forming a hunch to his posture. Cranium lowered so that he could slouch. Already, he felt her gaze prickling his pelt. Perhaps this hadn't been the best of plots. She was in a sour mood, which meant he would have to put effort into being charming. On the other hand, he could simply get drunk and call that a win. "Who are you anyway?" she questioned, aiming for casual but falling just shy. "Deion Aeris." he grunted, amethyst gaze flicking her way briefly. He tipped his head ever so slightly in greeting. "You?" After all, it wouldn't hurt to know a pretty woman's name, if only so he could make use of it later on. |
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