Her voluptuous form headed towards the Plains, determination in her eyes. Maija had recently joined Arcanum and she was more than eager to see her mother. Pandora's mind was racing with many thoughts from the past couple of days. Scorpion had been with her in more ways than one and was now offering her a place to live. She would be taken care of, enjoy the leisurely life, and also make a name for herself. However, there was the idea of losing her independence and claiming her name to keep. She didn't want to become a submissive woman, but rather one with a harsh tongue and sensuality that couldn't be beat. Such things had to be spoken of with her mother.
As she got closer to the borders, she caught the unfamiliar scents that surrounded the territory. Pandora had never met Taurig's baby mama number one, nor did she know that she had other siblings out there (aside from Talvi, but that was it). By being unaware, she had no idea of what or whom would cross her path related to such a conundrum.




"Speech"

He wandered the edge of the Plains with a deceptively lazy manner. The boy's pace was slow and easy, appearing for all the world to see as if he was bored with it all. In reality there was purpose behind his steps. He was unsatisfied with his place in Arcanum and craved something a bit more authoritative, something to earn him the attention he so desperately desired. Valentine paced the borders in the hopes that something worth his while would happen. Just as he was on the verge of being as bored as his posture proclaimed him to be, an unfamiliar scent caught his attention. Quivering nostrils would tilt heavenward as parted jaws lifted to further sample the air. The scent was sweet and unquestionably feminine. Immediately the boy was interested, his careless facade falling away to betray his true feelings. Whiskers and ears would tip forward as Valentine strove to locate the unknown femme. His pace was brisk as he sought her out and only slowed once he was certain only a dip in the terra separated them. He paused, the halt in progress only brief enough to sift through his intentions, and then he was off, moving to unknowingly approach her head on. Once she came into view he took his time with studying her; claiming the (perhaps) invasive action as his right as a citizen of the pack she was so near to. She didn't look like she was going to give him the sudden rise in ranks that he was hoping for; didn't really look all that interested in the border, really. It was a shame as far as he was concerned, although her presence interested him in other ways. "Don't suppose you're thinking of trespassing, are you?" A ghost of a smile would grace his features as he stopped at the border, choosing not to step beyond his place of authority. Instead he would regard her with amusement; the slight spark in his countenance the only hint given as to his mood. ""

Pandora hadn't thought about other wolves appearing at the borders, but she should have since she was a visitor. When she had been a member of Aunt Sibelle's pack, she was able to visit Auntie Vi's lands without permission. Now, it was a whole new ball game and she was in the stands instead of playing. Her turquoise eyes shimmered as they moved to see a cobalt frame emerge from the shadows. His pelt had made it perfect for him to blend in, something Pandora wouldn't be able to accomplish without grass or mud. A hint of jealousy appeared in her gaze, but it quickly went away as she gave a playful smirk. "Why would I consider something like that?" she coyly asked, tones revealing her Romanian accent. Her golden-backed ears perked and she took a few more steps towards the border before stopping in front of it. Slowly, she turned and began to walk the length, wondering if the male would follow. Her vibrant markings shimmered in the natural light of day. Each step she made encouraged the tattoos to rise and fall in delicate gold waves. After a few steps, she slowed down and then halted. Her eyes roved over the man's massive frame. He looked so familiar, but she had never met him before. Tenderly, she gave a soft whimper and watched him as her tail flicked behind her. "What would you do to me if I did?" She softly asked, tones riddled with innocence, but tainted with vast curiosity. Talk like this

"Why would I consider something like that?" She purred, taking several steps towards the invisible line. Moving with her, the brute stopped just shy of the opposite side of the border. In response his lips would quirk, whiskers pinning forward in attentive amusement. The fae turned from him, moving to walk the precarious line. For a moment, Valentine was still. His eyes traced her form, noting the marking that wove across her side, the fluidity with which she moved. Grace and beauty. The boy's eyes would momentarily roll heavenward as a thought struck him. Duty, he mused, would be his saving grace in this instance. It would be sin for him not to follow, not to monitor this potential trespasser. His pace languid and sure, the cobalt prince would ease up beside the unnamed femme in a matter of heartbeats; his much longer stride bringing his chest even with hers. Glacier blue eyes would lock on her, openly watching her movements, although to what end his demeanor wouldn't divulge. The fae paused, turning cyan eyes upon the boy, who, upon recognizing that it was his turn to be scrutinized, stilled. He welcomed her gaze, letting his own stay locked on her face for the entirety of it in an attempt to read her assessment of him. She whimpered, the sound surprising him momentarily and causing his heart to jump, before parting with a gentle query that made the faintest of smirks lift the corners of his lips. Playing the part, Valentine's demeanor would shift to one of exaggerated wide-eyed innocence as if what he was about to say was not an attempt to flirt with her. "My dear," the words were uttered gently, "I'm afraid I'd have to punish you." A spark of mischief broke through the facade, lighting up his eyes with devilish amusement. ""

She watched him with vast interest, sparkles evident in her gaze as she flicked her cobalt tail behind her vivacious form. He stopped near her, meeting her shoulder-to-shoulder with the Arcanum borders between them. Pandora couldn't help but smile. She had come to see her mother (and assumed it would be boring) but she had come across a wolf that greatly resembled a ghost from her past. She was still in the dark about it, but Pandora was always a fan of the mystical parts of the world anyway. His words were sly and spoke of punishment taking place if she crossed the line. Pandora knew she would be playing with fire if she did tiptoe over the borders, because she could also be claimed and independence was one of her passions. Instead, she sidestepped away from the male, gaze becoming intense as she perked her golden-backed ears. "Only if you don't leave large, ugly, physical marks," she confirmed, desire evident in how she spoke. Pandora softly smiled and gently chuckled. "I assume that you would be able to accept such a request?" "Speech"

She took his words in stride, replying without missing a beat and pulling a smile from the boy. The fae stepped away from him and Valentine turned to face her once more, and followed for a pace. He toed the Arcanum border, wishing to step over it but unwilling to play entirely into her hands so quickly. Unable to resist, his gaze left her face once more. His eyes traced the markings on her shoulder, languidly following the curves of the design before letting his gaze slide to the stripes on her leg and tail. They were unusual, defying the laws of nature, and yet, their beauty was undeniable. If he believed in deities, the boy would attribute the femme's markings to them. His eyes returned to her face. If they were going to play this game, then he wished to see what all he could get away with. Valentine moved closer, gliding over the Arcanum border to test the fae's boundaries by teasing the border of her personal space. "I think that could be arranged," he murmured, intently watching the gold-marked girl for her reaction. ""

If Pandora had been more like her mother, she would have blown off the boy's advances on her personal bubble. Instead, she had more of Taurig in her, creating something within her that didn't seem bothered by others getting close. His massive height made her head arch back to meet his gaze. The way he stood over her made something inside her chest stir. Everything about his physical appearance was enough to tempt her to be drawn in to his aura.
A small smile formed on her face as turquoise eyes shimmered in their sockets. She closed her eyes once, showing off the natural gold eyeliner around her eyelids before opening them. She cocked her head to the side, golden ears continuing to remain perked as his words met them. Pan gave a soft chuckle and her nose remained only a few inches from his. "I wouldn't be upset if you decided to...take your time arranging it." She looked him up and down, cobalt tail idly moving behind her gorgeous frame.




"Speech"

Did he dare? She was so close, so irresistibly close, that he could feel her breath on his face. An ache began to build inside him, the hole in his heart demanding he do something to fix it. The fae's presence was intoxicating, every movement working to strip him of his inhibitions. Her scent drew him in like a bee to honey. She answered him, tempting him with veiled words and the boy, unwilling to disappoint, was quick to comply. He desperately wanted to touch and feel something. Desperate to be wanted, needed, Valentine was willing to sell his very soul. The brute moved closer and reached out as if to kiss her cheek, but stopped short. He was so close he could feel the warmth coming off her skin, could count the eyelashes that adorned her gold etched lids. Would she reject him? Was he being led on, brazen advances being countered by equally brazen teasing? Perhaps she was just as starved as he, craving, dying for a spark. She had ample time to reject his advances and it was with that in mind that he leaned forward to close the distance between them, attempting to steal a kiss. ""

As the male moved closer, she could feel the warmth spread from his massive frame to her delicate body. With the surroundings they were in, it made their breath slowly rise into fogs that disappeared in front of their eyes. The atmosphere was becoming cooler, deeply intriguing for the girl. When he was finally within touching range of her personal bubble, she felt places beat that hadn't beat since her encounter with Scorpion. Perhaps this was a sign of her desire to have someone new? Maybe.
The male decided to try and steal a kiss from her, a sign of affection that was given only to those who deserved it. In this case, she felt he did, considering how long the game of foreplay had lasted. While it may have not been as chemically intertwined as her affair with Scorpion, it was one she would probably remember many times in her later years. So, she let the male slip his tongue across her face, eyes closing at the touch. "Mmmmm..." she softly purred, ears perking forward intently for her reaction. If he pulled back, she would run her nose along his opposing cheek before slipping her salmon pink tongue up his massive cheekbone. "Delicious..." she whispered, eyes meeting his as a soft smile appeared on her dainty black kissers.






"Speech"

The feel of her under his touch set him on fire. The ache inside him grew, threatening to overwhelm him. He was desperate to be closer, to hold her against him and feel complete. He longed to feel whole, to feel like a complete being. When he was alone he was empty, a shell of passions and hopes that did little to less the pain radiating for his very soul. Valentine just wanted to be loved. Her purred response sent his heart racing. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, sending exhilaration roaring through his veins like lightning. Her tongue brushed down his cheek in a kiss and the brute's lips lifted in a smirk. He reveled in the feeling, the warmth that sent chills racing down his spine. The feeling drew a soft growl from his throat. In response, the brute moved to draw closer, to press into her chest and use his greater height to reach over her shoulder and nibble from her shoulder blades up. He aimed to place soft kisses on her spine, a tease to how vulnerable she was making herself. ""

Her movements towards him would be rewarded with touches of his own. She could tell he was not exactly smooth with his movements, as if he hadn't enjoyed someone in a long time. Pandora couldn't help but smile, making it stick out among her dark fur and lips. She bowed her head against his massive frame as he began to nibble along her shoulder blades. Soft moan slipped through closed lips, eyes closing at the affectionate touches. She had missed this. She took a few steps forwards, bumping against him and rubbed her head against his neck fur as she nibbled at the crevices of his massive arms. A soft growl, ending in a sweet giggle, left her mouth as she tenderly nuzzled and kissed areas that no one else could reach. Tail idly flicked behind her as she felt him move, knowing that the teasing would only suffice for so long. Talk like this

This was rash and silly, but oh so wanted. Their time spent together thus far had been glaringly short. He didn't even know her name. He wasn't sure he cared. In all honesty, Valentine had never expected it to go this far. Teasing was one thing. This was in an entirely different ball game. In response to his touch, the fae took up a teasing of her own. She pressed into his chest, the tips of her golden ears flicking in and out of his peripheral vision as she moved. Her touch was gentle, so light against the sensitive skin that each brush sent a shiver through him. He found himself tensing for it, waiting for the tickle of whiskers and the kiss of ivories. Awareness made his skin prickle and sent his senses into overdrive. He felt her breath, heard it whisper into the silken slate strands that knit him together. The smell of her surrounded him, drowning out the existence of all else until nothing remained but the beauty before him. Every part of her spoke of her perfection and he was utterly captivated by it all. Retracting his reach, Valentine arched his neck so that his lips could seek out the tips of her ears. He found them and playfully nipped at the gold backed audits, teasing the velvet soft skin with gentle kisses. From there curiosity got the better of him. He worked his way down her neck slowly, taking his time and exploring whenever it struck his fancy. Out of the corner of his eye, the brute settled on a target: the flawless marking that graced her shoulder. When at last he reached it, the slate titan paused to study it, to take in the almost supernatural swirls. He marveled at its perfection before placing a kiss in the center of it. "Beautiful," he murmured. Satisfied with her peculiar marking, the boy continued his journey south. He followed her ribs to their source and then traced the curve of her spine, following the flow of her figure with rapt interest. At her hips he paused to let his glacial gaze rove the gold lines there and then, continuing with his gentle tracing, angled himself behind her. With painstaking care, Valentine pulled his gaze from his work to seek out hers. He wanted this, craved it, but he had to know she felt the same. -fade to black?- ""

She felt him search for her gaze and she obliged. Turning her head to watch him move across her frame, she felt soft tingles run down her spine and to her paws. Everything felt so good, so right, that she didn't want it to end. Pandora softly blinked when she met his own orbs, catching them and holding onto them until she gently smiled. Instead of speaking, she gave him a confirming nod. As he moved to get into place, she realized that he had paused to make sure she was okay with everything. When it dawned upon her, she had a blank look of awe on her face, one that would not be seen by the massive male. Instead, she recovered and knew that his manners would be remembered for a long time. Once he succumbed to her temptation, she did to his. -FADE- "Speech"