The massive white figure would stalk forward into the unknown land, his pace unrelenting as he moved steadily. He moved with pride, his head held high as he would explore the land before him, he hadn't come across this territory yet, and wondered what made it unique, what drew him here. He felt no rush, he wasn't a beast of haste, but the allure of a new land had his interest, his curiosity peaked. The briars here were entangled, prickly, and he moved carefully to stay away from their entrapment. It wouldn't do to have them tear at his pristine form, that would just make him angry. His ivory coat glowed in the light, as he moved in into the fading sunset, the orange hew dancing across his coat. Two-toned optics would survey the vast land before him, as a smell danced across the air, the scent of a dame and a dame that appeared to be in heat... perhaps, this night wouldn't be so boring after all. Tilting his head into the air, he issued a deep baritone call for the dame, calling her from the shadows to dance across his vision, his own twisted version of perfection. There, in the dense shadows of the brambles, he would wait for the woman to heed to his voice, and sing him a song.

Whispers of the violent kind did scream in silent protest. The queen slayer pushed her paws towards the sharp barbs that threatened to drink all the life from her body. She pushed the hard pad against the aggressors, their bite pushing slowly into her pad and welling free a solitary drop of blood. It slithered down her pad and her violet eyes watched as it dropped to the earth beneath her and fed the ground. Her ears twitched as the sound of movement caught her attention. She was currently roaming, it was her time again and the fever of need made her roam to many places, searching for someone to help ease the hunger. Her ears twitched as the call rose free. So he noticed. Her tail flicked the enticing aroma around her. Would anyone else come? She was unsure but all she needed was to feed her hunger. She withdrew her huge frame from the soft ground; the thorns seemed to protest as she turned away from them. Usually their banter always amused her. The flowers tended to speak in riddles and the thorns craved the life of others. Maybe if they drank enough they would transform into something greater. What ever their reason was she always warned others to refrain from their bite and yet she offered a small taste to them. Pain would be the death of her some day but not today. Soon the ivory figure of a male came into her focused. Her ears fell back with caution. Was this her white trash brother calling? She was not interested in breeding with that bastard child. Yet when she drank in his appearance it seemed the concern melted away. He was stunning for a male with two-toned eyes. One was crisp as fire and the other as cold as ice. The marking on his face was rather pretty, golden and gray covering his eyes. Her violet gaze drank in his appearance. He was significantly smaller then she. She was roughly 8 inches taller then he was and a great deal heavier. She wondered if he fathered her children would they be dwarfed in comparison to those of her previous liters? She dismissed the thought as the heat burned into her and the need for release consumed her rational thoughts. ?Calling for the maiden adorned in blood and violence?? she questioned, her violet gaze looking down at the male before her. Would she need to lie to allow him to mount her? She almost laughed at the thought. Kaios had no issues mounting her, twice, and she wondered if this wolf fathered her new children would her others accept them? Their father was dead, if he was still alive then he would be the one siring her new liter but he was dead and gone. speech

He would bide his time, as his call faded into dusk, echoes of his baritone notes fading as they would bounce from tree to tree in such harmonious song. He would wait, albeit, impatiently. His tail flicking in boredom around his hocks, until the dame would make her appearance. Looks were not deceiving, as she entered his view and spoke he would step into the light with grace. She was a fair deal larger than he, but he was unperturbed. The heat that billowed around her grace was enticing, drawing him forward, as a chuckle eased from the depths of his jaws at the brazen words that she would speak.

"Adorned in blood and violence? Baby, you don't have to speak so daringly to gain my approval."

He would step closer to her, testing her to see how close he could draw. Seeing how much that he could claim from her. His eyes would move over her, an approving smile flickering on his jaws, as he was forced to stare up at her, to meet the violet gaze of the queen. He wondered her name, her story, but he wouldn't be bothered to ask. He was simply looking for sex, not a date. The smell of her would fill him, and his knew if she looked into his two colored gaze, she would see it darken with lust. His time as a father hadn't dampened his desires, no, the thirst that felt for the sweet ecstasy, he still required.
"Trust me, pet, your body does more than enough speaking for you."

Patterns seemed to be repeating. The heart beat inside her tripled for only a moment. When she had kaios had first met it had been with the intentions of merely lust and withdrawal. However, he had come to her and claimed her as his. They hadn?t exchanged named either that night. It had been easy and quick and it had resulted in her unplanned pregnancy. She had been ignorant to the fact that lust could create life. It was an unsettling revelation, unless the pain had come, she had reveled in it and vowed that each heat season she would breed and birth until she no longer could. His words made her ear twitch. So, a little conversation wasn?t in his best interest. She would care not if the man desired to be involved with the product of their procreation. Why would it matter? She had raised two liters mainly alone and though her children were broken in some ways they were still strong. This new liter wouldn?t be different. Her tail flicked behind her as she boldly approached him. She felt no fear around males. They were nothing to her, their bite insignificant compared to that of her own. She had sidestepped death several times and she was still here, still standing, and still able bodied. Her mouth hovered over the nape of the males. Her hot breathe pulling in and out of her chest as she pushed her right shoulder into his left and continued around to allow the tip of her tail to curl across his nose. She was luring him in. Her gruff voice was silent, after all who needed a voice when the body spoke its truth for her? speech

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She wouldn't speak again, instead bringing her tempting bodice closer to his presence. As she wound around him, he inhaled deeply, his jaws watering at the tempting scent of her heat. The touch of her lit him on fire, and he would turn his head, trails of bites and kisses coming to the lady's body as she moved. His eyes dark with lust, he would nip at her, each bite growing more insistent, though he wouldn't move, letting her instead wind around him. Seeking the haunches of the woman with his muzzle, he'd attempt to kiss her, his salmon tongue seeking out scent of her heat. He would nip at her, his body turning, facing more toward haunches, his quivering limbs betraying his desires, though for the moment he would wait for her permission. He would take her, she had enticed him to far with her scent alone, she would be his and he would make her scream.

Her body sang to him, drawing baritone words from the pit of his chest. "You're a daring temptress, aren't you pet." He would have to look up to her, but he wasn't daunted, perhaps the larger female would make his evening more pleasurable, after all.