Romeo take me somewhere I can be alone
10-04-2013, 10:33 AM
| It was a strange sensation for Irin to find herself pressed against this wolf. Normally, she didn't enjoy physical contact as much as one might think, but this wasn't bad at all. Ryker was a perfectly polite, friendly wolf and she had no reason to think otherwise, despite the fact that he was a member of Valhalla. He had yet to be anything but perfectly polite, and that was the only reason that Irin was all right with pressing herself against his side, and breathing in his scent as she was. His scent was a comforting one, she had to admit, and despite the dampness of his fur, this was nice. The thought surprised her, but she didn't mind it. A little laugh escaped her when Ryker answered her comment, twitching her ears as he continued. She would blush fiercely at the compliment, and took a moment to answer it. "Your eyes remind me of Summer," The words would spill from her maw without second thought as she leaned against his comforting bulk, "Green like the plants and blue like the ocean," Irin's voice was contemplative, "And I've always liked summer more than winter. Everything is full of life during summer." The female breathed a soft sigh, a sound of pure bliss as she let her words faded into a thoughtful silence. The seriousness of the moment was broken when Ryker spoke once more, and she lifted her head to smile at the male, "Of course," Irin nodded simply, "It's the least I could do for thinking you were a monster." There was a simple admission in her words; that she now recognized Ryker as a wolf like any other. From a different pack, a different way of life, but a wolf. Not a strange, uncomprehendable monster. It was then that Ryker moved forward, pressing his maw gently forward and letting his tongue flick out to give her a gentle, lupine kiss. The female stiffened for a moment, her eyes widening as she gazed at Ryker, entirely unsure of how to react. It was a strange sensation for Irin; never had another wolf paid attention to her like this. Never had another wolf displayed any sort of attraction towards her. Isardis had merely tolerated her, and Taurig had done much the same. No wolf before Ryker had ever seemed remotely interested in Irin, and it was . . . nice. Though her brain was screaming that Ryker was an enemy, Irin stretched upwards slightly, her tongue flicking from her maw to press against his cheek. She didn't say anything after that, and instead shifted to be a little closer to the black and gray wolf. For her, that was that. thank you seren! <3 |