Breath spilled from her parted law like smoke as the languid form of the femme wound around the trees and through the early morning mist. There was a stirring again within her. A heat beginning to grow again though it was not yet winter and her time but she pushed the feeling down. She'd already birthed one litter of brats and had little desire to do it again. The timely arrival of the father had saved the last batch but any more she'd surely slay. She grinned as her thoughts drifted back to her young pupil, Drashiel. It was almost time for the boy's graduation ceremony. He'd completed her full program and she was pleased enough with the results to continue the track with her own pack if she could get them to care enough. She paused at the edge of a stream and growled lightly to herself. D?gmar had taken on the wayward pupil partly for his earnest desire to learn. Of course?. when she came into heat there were other things she'd like to teach him. Chuckling to herself and in brighter spirits the femme crossed the stream and carried on her way, tail waving like a banner before she leapt upon a boulder to peer at her surroundings. She could use a little excitement.

Stillness.

The male was sitting on the cove today, his eyes close and ears flicked behind him as his paws rest in the water. How annoying his life has become, not only has he gotten stuck in a tree, but he's also met a whale, how interesting life could get in a matter of months and days. But yet here he was now, resting near the water, yet again like some idiot, and just casually passing away the time.

Soon though something else passed along his line of sight, curves. How the male did enjoy a good set of curves, another female, meeting yet again by another body of water. 'Seems like we have another shot,' the male eagerly thinks as he rises from his spot on the cove, his ears tilting toward the female as he turns his body toward her.

Paws would put him in motion, his brows drawing downward as he leisurely makes his way over toward the female. How he did enjoy the female sex, how softy and squishy they where, very enjoyable to speak to. But this female seemed to be deep in thought, her chuckle reaches his ears gradually and he chuckles in return, his eyes watching her upon her perch keenly. "Hail."
"Speech"
'thoughts'

An echo of laughter met her ears and she turned to see a large male standing on the ground not far from her perch. Emerald green eyes traced his form, taking in his exceptional height and thick, muscular frame. Now what did we have here? A stranger coming from the mists to easer her boredom. D?gmar gazed curiously at him and grinned. "Hail yourself stranger? what are you doing wandering these parts?" She moved from her standing position on the boulder into something more relaxed. Front limbs drapped over one side of the boulder as she slipped sensuoulsy onto her belly, allowing her back legs to hang over the other side. Her tail twitched like a serpent, twisting and curling and unwinding itself. This man was very curious to her. How far would he indulge her. "Are you?mmm.. sightseeing?" she purred.

Damn.

That was the only thought on his mind as he saunters even closer to the boulder. The female would lay down, and the male's front end would come off of the air, one paw resting against the side of boulder, and another being held aloof from any foothold as he gazes up at the female. His tail would twitch slowly behind him once, his brow knitting together even tighter. How this female did have his attention, the saucy words she spoke only helped keep the males attention.

She would greet him, ask him questions, and ask if he was sightseeing? 'Does your tail count as sightseeing?' The male would think this with humor to himself, for some reason the young Divine was acting like a male just fresh out the cage, ready to chase after anything with a womb. But when he tilted back his head and inhaled deeply there was nothing, no scent that made the male want to irrationally want to leap upon the boulder and slide against her flesh.

Pity, for she was quiet an interesting creature to look at, even if her fur was a shade to dark for his liking, there was nothing stopping him from appreciating her from afar. "We reckon so,"
"Speech"
'thoughts'

Head tilted elegantly to the side as she watched the male approach. Her nostrils flared as she took in his musky scent, analyzing what she found there and noting that the male was not of a pack but a rogue. He was in excellent shape, a warrior to to be certain but his slow approach was not enough for her haggard eyes that wanted to see that body in motion. She had lived the rogue life for some time. It was a hard life but it built sinew and stamina, it built resourcefulness and callousness that tinged passion with a razor's edge. She chuckled at his comment about her tail being worthy of sight-seeing. Husky voice slid from her, twisting around her fangs as she spoke. "Then I must say you have good taste?" He was a little odd to be sure. The use of 'We' would normally make her worried but she'd grown quite confident in her role as Marquis. After all she was interested in other things than his sanity at the moment. How was his cunning, for example? How did his thoughts twist in the heat of sweat and blood? D?gmar's back legs shifted onto the boulder as she slid forward with a push her body sliding slowly off the boulder to land elegantly with her paws on the ground. She moved to face the male, the grin still on her face. She felt no need to ask for his name, she rarely saw the point. "Tell me? how do you feel about? violence?" Tongue traced the outside of her fangs as her emerald eyes continued to drink in the site of him. Battle was singing in her blood, pounding in her ears and enflaming her loins. D?gmar wanted to taste the life in this man and let it spill down her throat.

ooc:... xD D?gmar tends to get away from me when I write. I think she wants to spar, lol.