M for sexual mention

Queen of Heaven
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she came in the night like a goddess in love with the moon, her blue body coming to swarm over a singular pool of warmer water as she stepped in with casual ease. calm as she made her way inside the hot spring. the scent of sulphur drew her near as she knew about the springs that way from previous experience. it was as if she knew her way around these parts. who would believe this was her first time in boreas..
"mmmh," she moaned softly to herself, enriched with her effeminate voice. the ache of her body feeling fast relief as it became unraveled. it was cold outside this scenery of luck. flurries still floated in the air but never it's way down. too hot and humid here despite the occasional bleak winds. nothing was going to stop ishtar from relaxing after coming so far. it was a celebratory moment and she deserved to undress from his corsets & jewelry for the night.
the salty aroma mixed and clung to her soused pelt. ruby eyes shut over with lashed lids as she felt the sensations in her body swell and wash over her. the warmth was a delicious feeling all over. her foggy breath lit up around her, creating a steamy atmosphere as she sunk deeper into the pool. she could nearly orgasm.

"talk" 'think'

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Ronan had been keeping to himself as of late, used the subterranean tunnels to move from one end of Boreas to the other. It was easier that way and to a degree he was used to the darkness, though the cave system he was used to was metalic in nature, tracks under paw and wires dangling from the ceiling, had stopped sparking and cracking generations ago. He still had a hard time coming to grips that things were different here, that the wolves who called this place didn't quite know how terrible things could be. The monsters that lurked in the dark.

Emerging from the network of tunnels that snaked its way around the now dormant volcano, Ronan found himself in the East, the stink of sulphur itching at his nose. Not a scent he enjoyed, for sure. It was then he noticed the woman in the water, would have thought they were perhaps related if she was not so wolf- something he clearly wasn't.

Ronan could not say he was impressed with her demeanour in general, was she really so unaware of her surroundings? But he got the sense she had only really just spilled over the cusp off adulthood, she was still a child in his eyes. Something about yearlings just rubbed him the wrong way, their know-it-all attitudes, mostly.

That and the noise she made was inappropriate as fuck, moaning like a puta.

"Is that really necessary?"He asked, his tone dry and laden with disapproval. Stood close enough to speak but had little interest in bathing himself, shoulders tense- always tense- wings tucked up high.

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Queen of Heaven
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who knew she'd have a hater so soon? she's made aware of the other before they speak but she pays it no mind. ishtar minded her own and expected the other to do the same for the sake of their adulthood. the woes of others had nothing to do with her; and she certainly did not owe them closure of any sort.
ishtar was put simply: not reacting to the world around her in a traumatized state. a woman of integration, she followed her path & honored her emotions. everything else was an indifference to her. a ground of neutrality that might've been priceless and valuable for this older lad to learn. who knew. "you're projecting, you know." she exhaled, allowing her body to relax some more while her eyes opened to finally bear the image of the stranger to her right.
hmm. a striking, if not odd resemblance. their markings different but they wore nearly identical hues. if she could be so vain to love him for it merely, she would. this in turn, gave forth to a small chuckle. looking closer, she saw his mutations. was it a mutt? "I'm just soaking for a bit. Don't mind me." she assured him, hoping to be left to her own devices. she looks at him with a soft gaze, ruby eyes dispassionate. he had all the free will to walk away, after all.

"talk" 'think'

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He was projecting, a large majority of his personality was concerns and assumptions projected outwards, made into sharp defences. Course, he'd never admit as much, least of all when someone pointed it out. He exhaled sharply, his disapproval evident in the sharp look he shot her way, loaded like a shotgun with the shells being unkind words sitting upon his tongue.

Whatever, it wasn't a hill he wanted to die on.

"Be careful of the fumes," he said instead, nose twitching, not entirely convinced they were safe to breathe. Least of all how close she was, in the thick of it, submerged by the water.

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to say he was a grumpy wolf was an understatement. not far in, and she gave up trying to see otherwise. rather she accepts his brooding company to which he then offers something more valuable than his scold. "be careful of the fumes." she looked at him as she sat upright, letting the water cascade down her soused pelt, muscles & sleek figure becoming evident as she decided to slowly emerge out the pool. dripping, wet and somehow highlighted in such a night while steam surrounded her. it was surely a sight the other wouldn't forget. she was ethereal without effort- surely this, he could not scorn her for. she was alluring not by choice.
"thank you for the cautionary." she spoke, direct and deep vocals- not the norm that every female possessed. her voice was velvety, thick and effeminate. like a heavy syrup that swam above the airs. crips and authoritative. "my name is ishtar, if you're interested in becoming acquaintances." she left it up to him while she stood just before the brink of her pool. the cold began to set in. "pardon my intrusive inquiry, but are you birthed from the lineages of amores?" ishtar spoke with intelligence and formality; her etiquette smooth, natural. her personality was an elegant one in terms of self. the woman might've been a part of the younger tribes, but her personality was admirable no doubt to her elders. a serious child, she was always called during her childhood. one of the one who kept others in line & gave hope to the future generations.

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She had a weird, overly formal way of speaking, least to his ears anyway. He idly wondered if she was trying to carefully craft a first impression, saying all the right words, the correct intonations- which frankly went right over Ronan's head. By no means was the man stupid, but he saw no need for fanfare and fancy lingo, didn't have the patience for it really. Everything about him screamed that he was tired and done.

His head titled slightly at her question, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He was obviously familiar with the word and the meaning that it entailed, but she spoke of a linage, hers he presumed. Letting his gaze rove over her once more, in many ways he could see why she thought they might be related. But to just assume he was related to every blue and red wolf out there felt like a stretch, least of all this part of the world, so far from what he knew.

"Ishtar Amores," He repeated, her first name sounded clunky on his tongue, but the second word flowed like lava, his accent slipping out like a deep, earthy warmth. "Fancy name, where you from?" His emphasis of fancy was somewhat derivative, he didn't approve much of fancy things, it seemed. "I ain't though. Not a lot of us have last names where I come from, don't really keep track of who is related to who."

Queen of Heaven
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their apathy was clear. and it was all that filled the lame character before her. he had nothing of value to her and seemed happy, if not proud to be ignorant. perhaps their education lacked? but she resurfaces from belittling the brute.. even if they did it to themselves. he seemingly failed to offer his name. not one for formalities it seemed. admittedly, he left her with not much to work with. "Far from here." she offered, seating herself while her fur dried.
"Can you offer any guidance to the nearest pack?" she spoke, hopeful with erect ears. her saber fangs softly clicked as she awaited their answer. aiming for something to use before she up & left. something worth her conversation, after all this time.

"talk" 'think'

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