Noir was probably the drunkest that he was ever been, like drunk as drunk not gonna remember a single thing after an hour or so ago. He was having a blast though, his body felt like clouds and his head was fuzzy with intoxication. A grin couldn’t be wiped from his dark features and blue and lavender eyes were lidded with mirth. The Destruction lounged on the dark sand, he couldn’t really move around to much with his level of drunk. He was humming to himself quietly, he’d struck out more than he wanted but the night was not all lost.

The evening continued on and the darkness had by now fully engulfed the beaches. The stars played up in the sky and light and near invisible clouds floated by in the sky. Noir was hanging back at the party, finding himself melding into the crowd instead of seeking the attention of it. He’d been on his own for so long now that he nearly forgot what it was like to be around so many other wolves. This was so much better than any pack gathering he’d ever been to. He wouldn’t allow thoughts of the past enter his mind however, but he needed to get up and do something.

Dainty paws stepped between the crowded wolves in their activities and conversations, her claws ticked against a few of the jars of wine and alcohol but she wouldn't show interest in the intoxicating liquid. She walked through hoping that someone would notice her as all the wolves around were paying close mind to each other, but she in no way thought that she was even the slightest bit desirable for any of the wolves, especially looking at the vast amounts of colors and markings around. She too ended up finding herself down by the shores if not in hopes that if someone noticed her they would follow, but to let her mind drain in the sorrow of being rejected. The dark skies illuminated the blue oceans and somehow the black sands. Some wolves that came to the shore were paired with others so when Aranea saw a large brute off on his own, she wouldn't hesitate to approach. Normally she'd avoid a man so large if she encountered them on her usual outings, but the chatter and publicity made her more comfortable than ever. Only a nearly silent sound of the crunch beneath her paws, she closed the distance between them. The scent of her lavender mostly covering her heat. She'd let out in her quiet accent, "Needed a break from the crowd?" almost as if she was agreeing with him. Little did she know though that this young man was extremely under the influence. And though she had never drank before, she had experienced the affects of hallucinogenics once upon a time. Walk "Talk" Think

Thankfully his restlessness would not take him away before his attention could fall on the dainty form of a she wolf approaching. Dark brows raised curiously as the young man looked her over. He was incredibly drunk, and though he did miss her age he was instantly drawn in by her tiny waist and lovely curves. Though the lavender on her pelt reminded him of his once home Noir would ignore it in favor of the intoxicating aroma of her heat. Were he less drunk himself he’d take note of the lack of liquor on her breath as she spoke.

”Maybe a little.” He slurred, unable to control the evidence of his inebriation in his voice. His eyes were a little squinty but he held himself upright with little to no swaying. Noir’s interest in her presence was poorly hidden too. ”One on one, is… much better.” He told her in what he believed to be suave but was much more likely all to suggestive. Maybe not considering their current location and the tell tale sounds and smells around them. ”Who’re you, gorgeous woman?” Noir went on to ask, leaning forward politely in a half bow that nearly threw him off balance.

The sound in his voice was a bit odd to her considering she had never been near a drunk wolf or knew how the jars of alcohol affected them. A different faze than hallucinogenics for sure. Her chin went a little crooked as she observed him, his more towering form only slightly alarming to her but she wouldn't let it bother her too much. She pulled in only slightly to herself with a raised paw as he moved closer to her but nothing what would be like her normal behavior out in the wilds. His suggestion wasn't entirely caught on by her, though she would make herself go more at ease as he supposedly complimented her. Inside she felt a little on edge but she did her best to hide it as she desperately and secretly craved the attention of the man. She could tell they weren't really close in age but that was something that really never bothered her ever anyway. She did look quite young through her slim and tiny form. "Aranea Loire." She spoke again gently through her light accent. She stepped in closer to him, closing the little distance they had left. Her neck craned to even attempt to keep eyes on his face so she found herself coming to a seat as if that would help get a better view. "Don't suppose a handsome man like you has a name to tell?" As if to tease that he gave out a name to anyone. And honestly wouldn't mind if he wanted to remain a mystery, it a pretty odd situation given the party and the moonlight and not to mention the amount of sex and intoxication going around. Walk "Talk" Think

The blue striped mammoth didn’t notice the subtle hints of her discomfort, he was too drunk for any small observations like that. She gave her name, and to Noir’s satisfaction, closed the distance between them. His restlessness manifested further, in the way his tail wouldn’t stop moving as they switched, curling around one hip to the other before he stood back up. The only reason he hadn’t surrounded her already was his paws as he shifted from paw to paw slowly. He was drunk, but had to keep moving.

”Noir Destruction,” he offered with a less than graceful bow. He lost his balance as he did so and went right for the tiny woman. Though he was less than aware, there was still part of him that knew if she was injured she was much less likely to get closer tonight. He missed her, and landed in the sand beside her giggling deep in his chest. Landing on his side he shifted slightly so he’d be curled around her tiny sitting form as he chuckled to himself and enjoyed the euphoric feelings welling inside from the light spinning sensation and weightlessness of his beverage.

Without asking he aimed to wrap his huge arms around her dainty waist to pull her closer to his chest.

Oh god, a Destruction. As much as she tried to hide a distasteful look on her face, he probably wouldn't have noticed any bit of shrewd emotion through her teeth with whatever inebriated him. But he didn't smell of Abaven so it was no wonder she wouldn't be able to tell otherwise. Due to his intoxicated state, she doubted he would even remember her and therefor wouldn't go seeking her out later on in days. She'd only embrace for impact as he nearly swept her off her feet, she didn't have enough time to prepare while she was in her thoughts. He'd go about chuckling as the alcohol continued to speak through him, and just as Aranea picked up her paw to keep it from getting crushed under his massive form, Noir would grab her and pull her in to him. She was set up perfectly as she was instantly taken over by his strong legs and heavy weight from the drink. She lost her footing and her one paw found itself just in the curve of his shoulder, their chests coming to meet rather abruptly. Though she wouldn't admit that she felt a bit embarrassed she wouldn't scramble to get off of him. Instead viewing their close bodies before sliding her gaze up to make their noses align. In the dark it was hard to tell but she could notice the unique two-tone of his eyes and would act as if she couldn't escape the gaze. His entire form was big enough to swallow her and she couldn't help but think of Tyranis. No, her insides mentally went to shake the thought of him from her mind. She needed to learn to not let him ruin anything for her anymore. Out of pure ecstasy and the heat of their bodies she would instantly move her nose forward to engage in a deep kiss. He seemed to think he could get away with not asking permission so why couldn't she? Walk "Talk" Think

She came up into his arms with relative ease, and didn’t try to squirm away as he pulled her to his chest. Noir grinned, half loopy with his inebriation. The Destruction couldn’t deny the pleasure of having her so close, the scent of her intoxicated him as much as his beverage. She lifted her features and her nose touched his as their eyes met. Her brilliant sapphire and his lavender and periwinkle. For a moment his restlessness was quelled and he froze in the perfection of it all when she leaned forward to kiss him.

The passion was unexpected, but he returned the affection as eagerly as she gave it. His heart thudded heavily against his rib cage as the blood in his veins seems to pump at double time. Noir pulled her tighter to himself, and with drunken grace aimed to roll both of their bodies over the ground. Incredibly careful considering how much he drank Noir wanted to look down at her, though he hadn’t allowed their lips to part he continued to enjoy her lips. A primal need began to well up deep in his belly as he tried to get between her legs. For his drunkenness he was gentle, but would continue the theme of not asking permission.

She herself felt the rush of unattachment as an emotion and wouldn’t push back or struggle even in the slightest. Though not limp, he was completely in control of her as he asked with his body what to do with hers. And as she always had, she let him have his way with her though not in a bad sense. Her whole life she wanted to please and she always had and obeyed when told. Maybe she felt like if she was so giving it would make Tyranis want her or whoever else. It wasn’t any different with this stranger. Was it a bad thing that she was this easy? -fade?- Afterwards, it wasn’t that she felt dirty. More guilty. But guilty to the fact that she wanted him to just stay and embrace her whether he did or not. And the way she felt made her want to leave. Before and during she felt his passion and even what felt like love to her, but she didn’t know the man and she wanted to just get up and crush the sand behind her to bury the good time that she had. Tyranis had been her last and only and it made her cloud her judgment about the meaning of what they had just done but also made her feel the need to fill her empty void with something. But she wouldn’t move yet, only wait to see what the belligerent brute would do next. Walk "Talk" Think

She was literally putty in his paws. With no hint of resistance Aranea seemed content to yield herself to him and Noir eagerly took her up on her offer. In his drunken stupor he didn’t recognize the difference in age or size, or how vulnerable she was. He only cared about the pleasure that could be shared between their two bodies.

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Noir released a heavy sigh before relaxing into the sand only barely to the side of his dainty partner. One huge arm remained wrapped around her shoulder as he caught his breath from the excitement. She wasn’t the most lively partner but he was also very drunk. She was perfect for the moments they shared, and Noir at least, was fully satisfied with himself. Unfortunately he was still feeling restless.

”Damn, what a good lay.” He chuckled to himself again as he released her and stretched, not near ready to call it a night. ”Like a valuable treasure. Hmm.” Noir looked her over once more, feeling greedy. ”I should bury you and come back for you later.” He spoke and ended with a firm nod. He’d keep her all to himself that way.

His lazy grip around her was still enough to keep her held down and not only because of his massive size compared to her. She shifted her body to lay back on her back, leaning slightly into his dark form barely illuminated by the moonlight. Her eyes searched for his as he spoke, a light and very fake smile across her maw as she listened and tried to feel flattered by the compliment. Her paws were curled against her chest as she was still somewhat trapped under him. She wouldn't believe that he truly felt that way about her in his drunken manor. He would probably forget about her if he even did bury her. Bury her alive to die. She only flicked her eyes down to his chest before returning to his face. "I should probably get going." Honesty though she wasn't trying to anger or offend the brute. Not that she could oppose their time together was great but she was ready to leave him behind in the dust. He didn't seem like the kind of man that would stay locked down with her and she didn't really want to with him either. She started to shuffle to escape his grasp in order to leave back towards her pack. Walk "Talk" Think

Noir could have probably drifted off to sleep with her wrapped up beside him. His drunken gaze took in her moon lit form as the light danced over her fur between clouds. His restlessness was nearly quelled but as she moved to leave his possessiveness arose again. It didn’t take much to rip the sleep from his blue and lavender eyes. He didn’t notice or didn’t care how forced or fake her smile was, the drunken man was going to eat it up.

Her words made him pause, but he didn’t hold onto her. Instead he jumped to his paws and blocked at least one route from her escape. ”You should, but that doesn’t mean that you have to.” He aimed to position himself in her personal space with an approach. ”Just come and dig in the sand with me.” He chuckled darkly.

A tension between them felt like a weight as Aranea wanted to leave and the brute seemed to have simply denied her attempted escape. As his huge form lingered over her, she felt like a flea in a bag. She couldn't hide that she was a bit scared of him now and her relaxed and relived feelings from just moments ago seemed to fade from her. Perhaps she felt a little regret with laying with a young and belligerent wolf and thought that his maturity level wasn't exactly to par with hers. Still, she looked up towards him shyly to his offer, and still attempted a bit of a smile if anything. "Okay..." She dragged, not wanting to anger him, "I can for a little while." If he weren't so drunk maybe he could see her uncomfortableness or maybe at this point is was exaggerated from his point of view. But it didn't really matter now. She felt like the situation she found herself was unexpected and perhaps well deserved on her part. Now all she would do was follow behind him, hope that she could linger around long enough where he wasn't a threat, and then go back home. Walk "Talk" Think