a ship with no sails
08-11-2013, 05:15 PM
~*~ Though she loved to look full upon that silly face of his, Silverback didn't want Bane to leave her side. The closeness that they'd shared already was addicting and soothing in ways she could never have expected. Her elongated tail wrapped around her, trailing along the ground to curl it's striped end around one of the male wolf's foot paws. But it wasn't as though he had gone far. He even hooked his other front leg around her neck. It was incredible really, to see the silver huntress, the queen on the mountains, turning to a kitten beneath his paw. It was still the same powerful body - the same coiling muscles and wicked claws and jagged fangs - but some new spirit seemed to be animating it. Her eyes were keen but filled with longing rather than sorrow, with hope and humor instead of bitterness. She wanted to plant a kiss on the bottom of the male's muzzle but he was already moving it towards her ear. His words confirmed what she wanted most. For this night they would no longer be alone in a world which had cheated them. They would belong to eachother. fade to black ~ unfade Morning's first grey light was beginning to filter in over the ocean. Certainly, in his endless rounds, old man Sun had thought he'd seen it all but if he peered down at that snowy corner of the world, even he would've been given quite a shock. Laying in a makeshift nest of snow and ice, two figures lay together - a wolf and a leopard. Probably a first as far as anyone was concerned. Silverback was an early bird thanks to her hunting instincts, but with the warmth of the past night still seeping through her viens in blissful sleep, she had never wanted to open her eyes. Awaking next to Bane made up for that though. Her back was still pressed against his belly fur, her own legs flopped out straight beside her. Even as something like consciousness drifted reluctantly to her mind, her head reminded down, perhaps lying in the powdery snow, perhaps cushioned in an obliging scarred, foreleg. The only sign she was even living was the slow, steady rise and fall of that exotic coat, and the occasional shift of her tail which tended to twitch even in her dreams. But yesterday, the waking world had been even better than any dream. Oh there were differences in mating instincts, certainly, but they figured it out. After all, they'd had all night. They were pieces from two different puzzles, and yet they found could still make a match. And the male had kept his word, he had been gentle, probably more so than any male cat would've been; Silverback hadn't even felt the need to sock him. He had been a wonderful partner, but the night had grown old around them and now it was day. Too early for goodbyes though, just yet, Silverback wanted to remain in the forgetful embrace just a bit longer. And she wanted to hear his voice again when the wolf awoke. A wolf. The realization was there: she'd mated with a wolf. But the thought just brought a chuckling rumble to echo softly in her frame. Yes she had - and she'd liked it. But she had no plans whatsoever on making a regular thing of it. She wasn't that lonely just yet. Bane was something special. And she had a feeling he always would be. She wondered idly what his thoughts could be on the matter. Had he been nervous? Intimidated? Honored? Proud? Oh she'd probably find out soon enough when he awoke and she could read his expression. For a moment she considered waking him with lick or a gentle prod, but no no, he was far too adorable laying there. She closed the slitted eye she'd been watching him through, and, with an uncontainable smile, nestled herself deeper into the snow, hoping for a few more precious moments of rest. |