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They had set off a couple days after the night they had shared together under the open sky. Though she had encountered Xephyris the following day, she was quick to turn down his invite. Even as she walked alongside Rivaxorus, thinking to herself in their occasional moments of silence, she felt no regret. This was what she wanted. She had enough of packs for the time being; the constant rush and stress to be somewhere and do something. The carefree life of a loner appealed to her more, and the thought of moving to the north excited her. She didn't know where they would go, what they would see, what they would do, but the mystery of it all only thrilled her more. It was colder - that was most noticeable. Though it was far from winter, chilly breezes buffeted her ebony and emerald fur. She could only imagine the winter wonderland these forests and tundras would turn into when the snow arrived. It was different, and perhaps that was what she needed - a change in scenery. And a change in scenery was what she got when they arrived by his birthplace. They had walked along the coast, approaching a large, looming form. Up close, she had no idea what it was. A structure of some kind, crashed upon the shore and now covered in rust. Parts were missing, having eroded or carried away by the ocean's waves. "Is this where you were born?" she whispered into his ear, in case the structure could hear her. Scared? No, of course she wasn't. "Talk"

So he'd let himself forget about pack life for the time being. That was enough for him, as they traveled up north it definitely got noticeably cooler. White snow covering the ground as it encased the ship frozen in time. The male would make sure to stay close to his wife's side. Looking after her as well as to give her the attention she needed. This was a huge difference from the heat plaguing the south at the moment. It made him forever thankful that here, it was cooler all year round. Though the nights itself could get freezing, he knew the ship provided cover especially the secret caverns inside of it that had dug themselves under ground. As Zephyra spoke, he smirked gently pressing his nose into the side of her cheek in comfort. Of course she was not scared, but neither was he. For this was his roots. "Yes inside there, it's filled with skins of animals for warmth. There's entrances to secret caves in a few places. Some of them have crystals inside that shine like the stars. " he would whisper quietly into her ear. Perhaps even breathlessly as he then bumped her shoulder. His paws would carry him to a hole in the bridge. Entering and making sure his wife followed. Until he delved deeper into the cannals. Reaching the entrance a hole ripped into the metal that opened up into a cavern. The insides of it's walls covered in different colored crystals. Purple, blue, they lit up the cavern where it could otherwise be dark. The floor, covered in soft slightly green since it was provided cover from the snow - and a pool of water sat on the far side of the cove where water dripped from the roof into it. "Talk"

He seemed like the expert on this territory, and she honestly wasn't that surprised. She would be to, if she had been bothered memorising key details of her birthplace. And the gulley wasn't nearly as interesting as this structure. It took her breath away. She couldn't pry her rubies away from it as she followed behind him, ensuring she stepped in the same places as he. He led her through a hole to what seemed to be a bridge. They travelled deeper down the canal until they reached another large tear in the structure's material, proving to be an entrance to the caves. Green paws landed graciously as she leapt into the cavern, allowing herself to be awestruck by the coloured crystals. Even the floor was coloured, and at the far side of the cavern, water dripped from the ceiling to create a medium-sized pool. It was even more wondrous up close, like a magical dance floor yearning for their paws to grace upon. "It's beautiful," she whispered into his neck, feeling quite like the princess. He never failed to impress her anyway. "Talk"

He was glad that she liked it. After all Rivaxorus was always impressed by these places. Where he grew close to his siblings, but the painful reality was that he eventually grew apart from them. He wanted a quiet life with his wife in all honesty. To survive and play all they wanted and to go with the flow. It made him smile, as he nipped at the side of her neck chuckling a bit at her comment. "Not as beautiful as you princess." he whispered to her with a flick of his tail. Letting inner desires just let themselves out as he pressed his body into hers. Rivaxorus let his body sway into hers. Maybe to just tease her slightly as he went further into the cavern. Memories to be created and remembered. "Your green colors make you look more beautiful than nature ever could Zephyra." he pulled himself into a play bow as he raised an eyebrow towards her. "Talk"

In the back of her mind, she knew it wouldn't last. Nothing would satisfy her forever. Eventually she'd grow bored of it - their little cavern to call their own. For the moment, it seemed like the most perfect abode to settle down to, secluded specially for their intimate evenings. And she had many glorious plans, seemingly endless. Each day a new adventure, until they ran out of adventures. Fantasies to dream until they were fantasies no more. It was a long away from now, she supposed, and so she pushed the inevitable to the back of her mind. She would worry about it when the time came. Now was now, to be enjoyed. A princess - he seemed to take the words straight from her thoughts, like as if he could read her mind. Which she wasn't surprised. He was the verse of a poem she had committed to memory, with its unique rhymes and twists on words, and she was the other verse that completed the story. A small smirk touched her lips. In this story of theirs, she could be a princess, and he could be her prince. This could be their castle, in their wintery kingdom, of which they ruled. They didn't need any servants to tend to their every will or knights to protect them from the ghastly dangers - they had each other for that. "I could be your princess," she purred, rearing up on her hind legs in a gentle attempt to barrel him over with her front paws. She aimed to have him laying on his backside, their noses almost touching - all in a playfully teasing manner, of course. "If you could make me feel like one." "Talk"

Of course Rivaxorus was still a young and foolish man. Ever since his wounds healed he was back to being cheerful even. However his dreams had just changed to be concentrating on this wolf. That was the decision he made and the decision to follow through. He was a protective kind of wolf and he wasn't even sure if he could let Zephyra go now. Of course he didn't want to own her, but in his heart he just wanted her to behis. A very instinctual urge as she shoved him over to his back side. Noses touching as he smirked to the woman and lifted his front paws to rest on the outsides of her shoulders. May the gods ever bless him and his changing mind. Her words made him chuckle as he nibbled on the side of her cheek. Slowly trailing down towards the sides of her neck. As then he attempted to flip them over once more. Getting off the female as his tail flicked. "Then give yourself to me princess." he raised an eyebrow as he said this. Seductively and will all that was worth in the world, he knew this moment wouldn't be stolen from them. "Talk"

They made a dynamic pair. Young and foolish, yet inseparable. Only a season ago, they were alphas - a position some wolves only dreamed of. And she didn't even try. The rank of queen was literally handed to her on a silver platter, only for courting the king. Really, she only had half the brain of a proper, qualified queen. But she had the looks, she thought smugly to herself. At this point, she thought her otherworldly beauty was her greatest asset. And perhaps her temper. Leading Myriad surely had bumped up her intelligence and maturity, especially when she had the eyes of her pack-mates constantly on her - judging her. Still, it was just so easy to give in to impulses. Give up everything they had gained. Not that they needed it anymore. Her thoughts ceased as her mind began to cloud, an odd sensation pulsing through her veins. He bowled her over, and she easily let her body tumble to the stone floor with no more than a playful squeal. She was growing disorientated, a strange fogginess swirling in her mind, but she took no notice of it. It was probably something she had eaten earlier, but oh, thinking just hurt. She focused on what she felt. It was unlike anything she had felt before. If anything, she felt better. Despite her light-headed state, she had so much energy. An almost manic-like giddiness, and she liked it. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, tucking her forelegs closer to her chest. "Then here I am, my prince," she cooed, her breath heated. "Just as you like me." Unless there was more he needed? "Talk"

Rivaxorus would try as he might to make her forget her insecurities. He laughed deep in his chest as he watched her in her beauty. How did he deserve such a thing was mystery. The male would simply breath into her cheek. She was intoxicating and he hoped that he made her feel the same way. His tail flicked up behind him as he tried to toy with her senses. Nibbling at her back fur and the edge of her neck as he made his way down. The stillness of the cave made it seem like they were truly the only ones here. It was nice, he didn't have to worry about anything else. Only himself and her. Riv didn't take much time after that. Reaching for her, the intimacy. The same rush as the first time. Maybe it was an addiction, or maybe it was just love. As he hoped for many days in the future to making her feel pleasure. Just by being with him. As he grabbed hold of he scruff with his jaws and ensued his mark. -fade to black- ooc: SORRY FOR THE WAIT! "Talk"

An addiction. The strong urges and notions she felt could easily be compared to an addiction. An addiction to him. An addiction to everything he did. It wasn't a necessity, but something she thought she couldn't live without. Another muddled perception of hers. The things she most wanted to avoid, to keep away from her image, were the things she always found herself easily submitting to. And there was always a first. One turned to two. Two became three. Before she knew it, it certainly could become a necessity. Not that it mattered at this point of time. It wouldn't for a while, but it would. There wasn't much more to it, at least from what she could remember. All the lines of this heated evening blurred into one. There was a beginning, an end, and somewhere a middle. One moment he was in front of her, pulling her closer to him - no more than an affectionate gesture. Next thing he was behind her, and she didn't mind. It could only get better from here. -fade to green- "Talk"