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Same Kind of Rush



Gargoyle I

Loner

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06-23-2013, 06:03 PM



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(ooc: as per Gargoyle?s usual method, there?s a bit of cute powerplay in here ;3 just lemme know if you want anything changed)

She nudged his shoulder playfully, she teased him about ?his? children; she was so understanding. But why was he surprised? He knew he?d chosen an angel for a mate. Every so often the thought struck him like a stone. He?d wonder how in the world he, in all his coarseness, had ever been able to love. Not to mention how she had ever learned to love him back.

Life was full of mysteries, wasn?t it?

And this was a happy one. Gargoyle didn?t care if he never found out the answer, so long as he had the proof. As Ocena?s tone grew sincere and serious, he perked ears . They were so close now that it was hard to make out her expressions ? he was just too tall! Sometimes all he saw were her cute little ears with the white fluff coming out of them. She had to tip up her chin in order for him to see those lovely eyes.

But the thing was, they were really a truly a couple. So much came by instinct now. Gargoyle could read her heart from the tone of her voice, and she, well her words were proof that she didn?t even have to hear his voice to know that he loved her and was thinking of her. Lifemates. It was that simple. He was starting to fawn over her again, nosing her ear tips (which some wolves probably would?ve just found annoying), pressing his fur close against his. If they were any closer they?d be one wolf.

It was a rare treat for them to have this sort of quality time alone, and it was bringing out the lover in the northern Chief. The warmth between the two could've easily melted the snow neath their paws if they'd staid in one spot. Good thing they kept moving, striding through the evergreens towards the clear ridges of mountain stone above. But in all honesty, Gargoyle had started to loose track of where they were going. The destination became less important, the longer he walked with Ocena. Intoxicating wasn't the right word; it implied a haze of mind or judgement. Gargoyle knew exactly what he was doing, and what he wanted. He wanted to love his mate.

But this wasn?t Ocena?s season of heat. Spring was the time for families and pups, not winter. Besides, there were plenty of other ways to show intimacy. Such as this:

Gargoyle, with a playful, chuffing growl, suddenly ducked down, his belly brushing and sliding along the snow as he snaked a head and foreleg under Ocena. When he straightened up, his mate was on his back, her torso resting upon his hulking shoulders. He?d carried far larger wolves than her for plenty of miles, little Ocena was nothing to him. He shrugged and wriggled to make sure she was comfortable. And then, looking over his shoulder, he let his eyes beam out his smile. ?I love you too,? he rumbled quietly.

Then he picked up the pace, carrying his bundle along through the last of the pine boughs and out onto one of the edges of the mountain.

The clouds had rolled back and the stars shone out as bright as diamonds. There were places where distant billions of them gathering together forming roads across the sky. The Milky Way, or the "Wolf's Road" as some Native American tribes had dubbed it. Fitting. But even the grandour of that black canvas, wasn't what Garogyle had brought Ocena out for.

"Just a moment more..." murmured Gargoyle. It was hours past nightfall, he could've figure out why they weren't showing yet.

And then came the blaze of color! Greens, blues, golds, lavenders, they all danced across the sky in a twirling, churning ribbon. It was like the miracle of lightning slowed down and enlarged, waving up above them with the color of angel's wings. It lit up the sky, it painted the snow. What was a few minutes ago pitch black, was now aglow with heavenly color. It made every flake upon the pine trees shimmer, it made the snow gleam, sending out ripples of soft, iridescent light like ripples.

"This is what I wanted to show you," murmured Gargoyle, his breath sending out a puff of cloud.

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