He was bored. Boredom was a very dangerous thing for the orange male, because it made him mad and horny, a combination that was pretty dangerous indeed. So the sexy male strut his stuff, showing off his epic body. He winked at wolves that passed him, male and female alike. Cause really, why the fuck not? He was the shit, so they should feel pretty damn lucky to capture his attention for a brief moment. Charaz was a blessing to all of Alacrita, and he would not let them forget it. So his stalk changed into a waltz, entertaining himself with his own fluid movements.

The silver eyed brute gazed around the thicket, trying to find someone to play with, someone to tear into or someone to hump, or both. He was pretty much open for anything, someone just needed to realize that they were now better cause they met Charaz. Who wouldn't be? Don't you know that he ruled the world?

"Speech"
'thoughts'

Dainty paws would carry the Adrevendi woman away from her home, but not incredibly far just to be safe. She didn't feel like being around anyone at that point in time. Her first heat was upon her, and all in all it made everything uncomfortable and awkward. She could hardly look at Dhiren with out blushing terribly. It was an rather awful time and really she just wished she had her mother there to talk to her. She felt so lost with out the older woman, she tried looking up to Azalea, but she was off in Tortuga, making a name for herself, raising her new pups. She'd have to go see them soon.. Her mind would wander aimlessly as she let herself walk through the ticket blindly, she had no real place to go or bed, and only really wished loneliness in a confusing time where family should have been beside her. ""

He was about to leave the area when a sweet smell of seduction wafted towards him. Instantly his ears perked up as his whole body spun, silver eyes digging for the source of that sweet, sweet smell. It was a bitch in heat, he would be able to pick out that smell in a fire. It covered his body with a tingling sensation as he slunk along until he could see her pale bodice. She had interesting markings, but that is not what his mind was on. The smell of her heat scent made him even more of a seemingly mindless beast, he only wanted one thing. Sex. Sex sex sex, yes please. Sign him up, mark down as present and all that stuff.

The orange beast stood at full height as he came up behind the female, breathing in her deep, heady scent. "You are far too pretty to be out here on your own, is there a boyfriend I should be on the lookout for?" He asked, his voice as smooth as silk. He walked around the babe, his tail drawing slowly over her flanks and around her rump. Oh hell he wanted her, and her flowery scent was not helping. Charaz just wanted to take her here and now, he was tempted to just pull himself up over her. It wouldn't be that hard, and she was teasing him so with her smell, her body. Shit, she was almost as good looking at him. Almost

It was unfortunate that the young girl really had no idea the effect of her scent had on the local males that were around her. Dhiren seemed extra sweet recently, but she would figure it was from how down she'd been feeling about being in season. She thought about going to Novel the first for questions, but she was so busy with her new babies that solitude seemed the best option. Though even out here in the middle of nowhere she wouldn't be able to stay alone for very long. Her senses were dulled as she walked, seemingly along her mind would keep to itself. She wouldn't notice the looming man behind her until his full height had been attained and his chest was almost touching the delicate fur of her rump. She would hear him breath in deeply and a tiny squeak would be uttered as his deep voice overtook her. Brilliant golden eyes would be laid upon him, just watching a bit stunned as he strode around her. She was caught off guard by his strong presence and brilliant coat. He'd caress her with his tail, the touch causing odd shivers to run over her spine. It would take her just as much time to actually make her mouth work, butterflies would wriggle restlessly in her stomach as uncomfortable emotions filled her head. "Y.. yes. Dhiren." Those words were all she could spit out as her gaze became hypnotized within his own silver orbs. Her mind told her to run away as fast as she could, but her body would disagree. The conflict would keep her frozen before the needy wolf. ""

She seemed to be stunned by him, but then again who wasn't? Charaz was pretty much the shit, so it was no surprise to him that she froze in place, her bright gold eyes meeting his silver ones. The clashing colours just seemed to mix and mingle as he devoured her body with his eyes, a smirk turning the corners of his mouth. He felt her body react to his touch, a delicate shiver running down the length of her spine. It seemed to him like she was having an internal battle, but he didn't care. He just wanted her, and wanted her badly. His claws dug into the ground as he attempted to calm himself, Charaz wasn't one to force himself upon ladies. But if she tried to get away, he would stop her. There was no escape for her, not until she was well sexed.

He chucked when the bitch spat out a name, his gaze looking over and around her. "What a shame I don't see him around, I would have loved a good fight to win your... honour." He said, making a point to stare at her rump as his statement came to a close. Yes, her honour indeed. He couldn't tell her age, nor did he care if this was her first season. He just wanted to hump the shit out of her. A huff let his maw at that thought, his eyes ever so slowly roaming back up to her face. He liked to come up with little nicknames for the ladies he slept with, but he was unsure of what to call this one. He didn't care for names, so he wouldn't go around freely offering it. Not that it would be that hard to find him, there was only one sexy bastard around here, and that was him.

Coming closer to the dame he attempted to softly nip her cheek, teeth hoping to drag across her delicate fur. A rumble would sound in his throat, vibrating along with the rest of him. "So Goldilocks, what are you going to do about it?" He asked, his muzzle coming up to pause at her ear so that they were whispered into the coloured audits. Ah, Goldilocks was an improvisation of a nickname, but it worked. Not that her hair was gold, but those eyes stood out from her red-hued face. Charaz just called it like he saw it.

She hadn't really admitted the concept that she and Dhiren were together, but in that moment staring into silver eyes she could answer no other way. The sounds of his chuckle would make her think no matter what she'd said he had no intentions of being bothered by such a fact. His words would further prove those thoughts, and for the first time she'd find she'd become fearful. She'd feel her tail lower and curve between her legs as she watched him devour her visually. She didn't want to cower, she didn't want him to see how weak in the knees she'd become or how powerless she felt under his gaze. Still though, she could only watch him as his eyes would finally find their way back to her wide gaze. Her ears were glued to her skull as her mind screamed at her to run, ever inch he brought himself closer would increase her heartbeat. A panicked nervousness overtook her, mixing with her hormones and the greedy desires of her body. She'd seen this scenario before. What had Azalea gone through before she was given Soren and Kismet? Was it anything like this? Guinevere would suck in her breath as his features moved close to hers, a pitiful whine leaving her throat as he caressed the fur up to her russet ears. "So Goldilocks, what are you going to do about it?" He would whisper intimately into her ear, she'd feel another tremble course over her frail frame. "I. I .. I.." she would stutter and stumble, her sweet voice failing to work as she tried to step away from his grasp. There was little room to maneuver within the confines of the thicket. "I should... shh.. should.. go." More stuttering would take place, and though her mouth had almost cooperated her paws would not move at all. ""

He saw the fear painted in her golden eyes, and for the first time in his life he hesitated. Was he big and scary? Maybe. But he wanted to be powerful, sexy, desirable. Hell he was all of that, but in that split second, Charaz wasn't a monster. It wasn't for her benefit, he could care less if she tried to book it away from him. But for himself... It didn't last long though, not when he felt the pounding of her heart as he softly bit her cheek, his words tickling her coloured audit. She was such a pretty pup, such a sexy babe that he had to have her. Her scent wasn't helping, it was pushing him forward even when she seemed to be pushing back. Goldilocks looked nervous, and a tad frightened. His earlier hesitation was gone though, now he was on track and could not be pushed over. Her smell was taking over all of his senses, making his nostrils flair and his pupils dilate.

Her soft breath was drawn into her body as her muscles tensed, she was obviously wanting to run. Her stuttered words told him just that, that she wanted to leave his amazing side. "Oh but baby you just got here. Come, stay with me awhile." He said softly, his orange tail picking up to draw circles on her legs. "I promise I will be gentle Goldilocks, scouts honour." His voice was smooth, level, silky. He was trying to draw her in, trying to show her just how much fun they would have together. They could make sweet, hot sex, memories for her to look back fondly on. Charaz didn't wish to force it on her, although she was pushing him closer to the edge of the cliff.

Silver eyes raked across her body once more, but he made his movement more fluid and soft, trying to portray the perfect gentleman, while he was just thinking about how much he wanted to fuck her. Manipulation was key, he needed to get inside her head if he wanted to get inside her. "Come on sweet thing, come and play awhile." He cooed, his silver eyes pleading. Oh yes, he would play his cards right to get her in the sack. After all, he did always get what he wanted, and Goldilocks was no exception. Plus, she never actually made a move to leave him, even though her mouth said differently. Stepping forward he softly nuzzled her, trying to take things slowly. Maybe that would work. Purring ever so softly he pressed soft kisses around her neck, tiny nips teasing the sensitive skin. Maybe he could get her too give in to her body, the body always knew what it wanted. At the moment, it wanted him.

She was beginning to see how engrossed he was with her, even getting past her dull senses she could tell escape would be difficult. If not impossible. With her heart wanting to beat right out of her chest from nervousness and her head telling her exactly how fast she wanted to run it was still hard to ignore the needy opinions of her own body. Dhiren would have never been so direct, so focused, on her body. He was a true gentleman, this brightly colored brute was certainly focused if nothing else. She was still feeling flighty, her nerves were impossibly frazzled. His voice would hold a soothing tone, she knew he could easily tell how terrified she had felt. "I will be gentle" Had she any doubt of what it was exactly he wanted those illusions would simply fall away as his tail caressed her alabaster curves. She was having regrets about coming out here, she never wished to meet someone like this, she'd just wanted to be alone. The way he doted over her, how his eyes took in her every inch. She felt uncomfortable, and so warm with this stranger so close. The reality of his intentions would suddenly weigh heavy on her, he'd become sweet, slow moving and gentle. "...come and play awhile." she'd feel another pitiful whine slip from her pale lips, her paws still not moving as she felt his form against her. A gentle touch that she couldn't say was painful or awful, the gesture was soft and she couldn't ignore the enticing shivers that originated from his motions. Her heart and mind told her to shy away, but the screaming was drowned out by the needs of her body. He would purr softly to her, but it would only be met with more whimpers, she didn't want this. She didn't want a complete stranger to be her first. He didn't know her, he didn't care about her, he didn't even know her name. Still he would make it hard to run, she'd never been kissed before. Let alone like he was offering. She felt an urge to give into him, to let him do as he wished with her. She couldn't though, she wouldn't listen to the needy voices in her head. Guinevere would stay strong, her feet would work, minimally. She'd manage to step away from him with a gasp of effort. She'd shake her head, brilliant gaze finding his own, "No, no I sh..sh.. should really go." She'd find a bit of strength, but she couldn't run to get away from him. She'd try to turn away, try to ignore him and what he offered her. ""

He watched as her gears turned in her mind, finally locking in to what his purpose was. That made him realize that this broad was either dull, or that she was new to this whole thing. Mixed in with her stammering words he wanted to go with stupid, but he knew that she was probably young. Not that that would stop him or anything, nor did he give a fuck if no one had taken her yet. He found her, fair and square. Her heat scent wafted around him like the sweetest perfume, calling to all males around. She should have stayed away from the general public if she didn't wish to be harassed by horny males such as himself. Although, no one was as epic as he was. This chick was lucky that he was persistent, he usually was lazy and grew bored if it took this long. But that damn smell, it had him in a trance. It was impossible for him to simply walk away from this, it was like serving him on a silver platter. She may not exactly be presenting herself, but her heat scent sure was.

Those whines would only entice him, his black lips stretching up to a wide grin as his silver eyes met her golden ones. He craved her, longed for her, and he was going to have her. Charaz really didn't like the idea of forcing himself onto her, but he sure wasn't going to let her just slither out of his paws like a sly snake. Those shivers wracked her body, and he knew that the body always won out over the mind. Her form was reacting to her heat, every nerve was probably on fire for her. His touches were sweet and caressing, trying to up her body heat to let it burn out those thoughts. She was finally able to pull herself back a step, but Charaz slowly closed the gap again. "Come on babe, don't play coy with me. I know what your body wants, even if your mind doesn't know it yet. I know how to stop this strange feeling that your heat is causing you. Do you want to feel normal again?" He asked sweetly, stretching his neck over as he tried to gently draw his fangs over her sensitive ear. He knew that if he wanted her to at least be into this, that he was going to have to take his time. This was not something that he was used to, nor was it something that he was fond of.

Pushing his body closer to her, he rumbled as her warmth surrounded him. He was intoxicated by her, enthralled by that scent that toyed with his mind. But she would turn away from him, her rump now facing his chest. Drawing in a deep breath his eyes flashed, his body moving forward until his chest bumped into her rump. "This isn't helping." He hissed, his shadow overtaking her pale coat. Oh fuck, he just wanted to take her here and now. He growled lowly, a leg stretching out to caress that sweet hip of hers. "Come on babe, you can leave as soon as its done." He would whisper, fighting with himself to not simply just thrust his way inside her. She would feel how good it was then. But no... he would wait.

Guinevere could really only watch as his smile would widen at her unsure vocalizations. He was much more experienced here than she, and that realization was more obvious to her than she'd have ever imagined. She certainly did not wish to feel those deep urges that coiled within her and drew her nearer to this strange man who'd found her. Her mind would fog, it was becoming hard for the young girl to resist the temptations her body begged her to give into. He would set her skin on fire as every shiver sent waves of undeniable pleasure over her form. She had to get away before she couldn't reason anymore, before her primal desires finally won over. She didn't know if she was experienced enough to deny him, didn't know if her strength was impressive enough to say no. His touch was soft and it would promise her so much. His words would echo the pledge of his touch, the sickly sweet words goading the direction her mind would take. He could easily satisfy the feelings that would boil within, the feelings of need and desire that poisoned her mind and begged her to give in. Teeth would graze her ears and she'd feel her whole frame shudder, and she knew she was fighting a losing battle. The odds were stacked against her, her body betrayed her need as his chest rubbed against her sensitive backside. She didn't know how to escape, her every action would unintentionally draw him more near, still so naive. Her movements were being overtaken by instinct instead of her head as she felt her head roll back when his paw moved to her hips, a sudden gasp following as they both fought to keep themselves from giving in. She wanted to run so bad, wanted to tear herself from his grasp, but it was becoming to late to run. She hated that she would forever just be a conquered endeavor to him, a small satisfaction and then she would be worthless. Still she couldn't get her body to listen to her reason, or need to get away. The satisfaction he could give her was too much to run from. He would win, and as she realized it she would just pray that their encounter would end quickly. Another whimper would be uttered in final defeat as her body finally took control of the girls actions. She'd feel her rump push back into his chest, another obvious sign of surrender. Her bright eyes would close ashamedly as her form readied itself for him and his intentions for her shivering body. ""

His soft touches seemed to be getting through to her, Goldilock's body was drowning out her sharp mind. Every move she made drew him in closer and closer, his desire for her seeming to sky rocket. He couldn't get her out of his mind, and would not let her out of his sight. No, it was far too late for her to back out now, it was all to obvious that he would win. Charaz always won, always. His prey never got away, because he knew how to play his cards right. Soft nibbles covered her spine, raining down on her flank as he stood over her precious form. Her scent was intoxicating, taking in a deep breath of it he pushed himself closer to her as he draped his leg on her hip. The female surprised him then, her rump rising up to meet him. A loud growl vibrated in his throat as he stuttered, his pupils dilating. His nibbles turned to soft kisses, light licks touching her entire body - that was within his reach. He did say that he would be gentle... although it might not last for that long. Charaz's orange body moved towards her alabaster one, claiming her once and for all as his teeth gently grasped at her scruff, legs locking on her hips.
-fade-
Panting, the brute got off of the female, a lopsided grin on his slack jaws. He had been more than gentle, he was slow moving and had truly made sweet love to her, just just a quick fuck. But he had still claimed her, he knew that he was her first and didn't give a shit. She was just another concubine under his belt, just another number and another blurred face. He was sure to not forget this one though, there had been a certain sweetness, her innocence that he had managed to claim. While she had not been totally willing, she too had not run away. Laughing softly, he padded up to her face and pressed soft kisses on her cheek. "My sweet Goldilocks." He whispered in her ear, dragging his teeth across her ear. And then the orange male backed up, leaving her enough room to leave if she so wished. If she wanted pillow talk, he would entertain the idea for a moment or two.

Feeling herself giving in would cause her mind to retreat into itself, Guinevere could feel her instincts start to take over her actions. As she stopped fighting his touch it became easier to get caught up in his seductive art. He was a master of the game they played, while she a first time novice. Easily he would entwine her around his little finger, playing her body as though it were a delicate instrument. She'd become his object, and she could't even find the strength to deny it. Porcelain hips would tremble beneath his expertly placed nips, they would intoxicate her and continue to warp her innocent mind. He'd continue to draw more near, the warmth of his body would radiate over her small form. Instinctually the girl would press against him with the placement of his forelimb, she'd fight to stay under him as a deep growl startled her. He promised he'd be gentle! One last alarm would ring, but his nips would turn to intricate kisses and she would relax. Finding he'd shifted his weight, the orange stranger would grasp her keeping his promise of a gentle experience. Still his grip was firm, she would find a gasp leaving her lips as he took her innocence and claimed his prize. -fade- She'd lost her breath as the experience began and there was a good chance she wouldn't regain it for some time to come. She'd felt release and the weight of him lifted from her. She felt lightheaded now, tired, and as her mind would slowly return, dirty. Her heartbeat would not slow, and as he padded around to her features he'd kiss her softly. She wished that she could say that there had been no enjoyment in his movement, but every movement he made caused her nothing but pleasure. Her body sang to him, and she'd never be able to forget that fact. Sweet whispers would reach her ears, she?d feel her form shiver against his provocative touch. Hoarse vocals would leave her, a soft whine in response. He wouldn?t force his continued presence on her, he?d back away again letting her choose which path to take. He?d keep his promises. She could leave. They were done. She would feel herself hurt then, such an intimate experience she?d shared with him. She knew that he was not supposed to be the one to have enjoyed her first time, Mind would drift to Dhiren, and how she?d wronged him. Guinevere?s brilliant yellow eyes would move to the brightly furred brute, he?d kept all of his promises. She was satisfied, but sorely disappointed in herself. She felt kind of miserable as she took one last look at him, letting herself try and do exactly as he did. She?d numb herself to him, and try her hardest not to ever think of what she?d done again. She?d turn away without a word, loathing that she was ?his goldilocks? regretting already that she?d let herself be so weak. He?d let her go, and she hoped another encounter would not be repeated. The cream and crimson she wolf would slink away, she?d go home to lick her wounds while trying to avoid all contact with Dhiren and his family for a while. ""