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Rune I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
275
player
09-05-2013, 11:35 PM




Walk | "Talk" | Think

Rune could not find the right words to express how he felt. It was odd, really. Still confident in his movements, still comfortable in his skin, and yet feeling as if the air around him had somehow thinned and left him lightheaded and dizzy. A strange mixture of control and helplessness, and all centralized around the little white wolf who sat before him, smiling as he pressed his muzzle into her cheek. Briefly he wondered if this what it felt like, if this was anything similar to what his parents had felt when they were first together. True, the relationship between Kylar and Secret had been a strange one, but it was really the only one he had to compare to. Never before had he felt anything like this himself; it was hard to imagine that it could just spring up anywhere.

With a little laugh, Alamea answered in the affirmative, and though feeling the muscles about his face ready to twitch themselves right back into another grin he instead sighed and reached toward her again while muttering a quick, "Oh good." Feeling braver, bolder, by her acknowledgement that whatever had afflicted him was felt by her as well, Rune pressed his muzzle into the side of her neck, nuzzling his face heavily into the fur there. "I was afraid," he stated, pausing just long enough to give a lick to the side of her neck, "it was just me." It was one part lie - she had made her approval and desires very clear with the whines she had given as he scented her neck - but also one part truth. It just seemed too good to be true.

He could easily have continued placing kiss after kiss upon her, learning her scent completely so that it could be recalled again at a moment's notice later on, memorizing the sounds she made so that he could replay them again when he tried to rest. But inexperience and a concern for her, what she wished, halted any further advances he considered making. Or at least most of them. Whatever made him do what he did - instinct, an innate understanding of what Alamea might like - had not the slightest clue, but he placed a few licks under her chin before drawing back enough to meet her pink eyes again. "Did you want me to stop?" he asked quietly, perfectly happy to continue though not so selfish to do so without knowing she wanted him to.