A Thorn In My Side
05-12-2014, 09:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-15-2014, 06:59 PM by Othello I.)
The high grasses were special, they held little pods of grains that had long, tan coloured tendrils. While they were small in circumference, they were awfully good at sticking to long luscious fur. Well, that is just what Othello possessed, and the little devils seemed to love her. She pushed through the grass, growling and grumbling as she went. She would have to pull those buggers from her long, flowing tail. It was a pain in the ass to keep it clean, let alone pick apart her fluffy fur to pick out the small grains. The female let out a long huff of a breath, trying to find a rock or something to pull her out of the wheat.
When a rock finally came into view, she let out a happy woof and bounded over, more tendrils grasping onto her creamy fur. With one single bound she landed on the top of the flat stone, a sigh of relieve coming forth. Looking herself over, she found that many of the grains clinging to her fur. "Stupid freaking wheat..." She grumbled, using her strong tongue to rasp over the substance. She found that the grain also seemed to like her tongue, and no matter how many times she stuck her tongue in and out of her mouth, it stuck to her no matter what. Exasperated, she snapped her jaw as her tail pounded on the rounded surface of the stone.
Othello shook her head back and forth, but that only managed to get it clung onto her cheek. "Gah!" She growled, her paw stomping on the hard surface. This was going to take while to get all this damned things off of her wonderful pelt...
05-12-2014, 09:42 PM
Had she been quieter with her walk it was likely the tall brute would have not even heard her come so close to he and his sister. Curled protectively around her while they slept the buzzing sounds of the foreign she wolf would disturb his slumber. Giving a quick nuzzle to his prized possession he would gently remove himself from the girl's pure side. Very much annoyed at the sudden holler he would hover over Orchid's still sleeping form. Not disturbed he moved to confront the intruder. Slinking towards her the tall male would bend his joints considerably. Ducking below the grass's tall canopy he would brim himself near the distracted she wolf.?
A beautiful specimen would reveal herself, long flowing white fur, delicate features, and piercing warm eyes. So determined was she with her fur that it was unlikely she would notice his approach. She seemed no threat to his sleeping jewel, so he would find himself with a bit of amusement. "Dost though need assistance, sweet Lady?" he would rise from the wheat behind her, his full height achieved as his yellow gaze spied her curiously. An easy excuse for a close encounter with the fine she wolf.?
A beautiful specimen would reveal herself, long flowing white fur, delicate features, and piercing warm eyes. So determined was she with her fur that it was unlikely she would notice his approach. She seemed no threat to his sleeping jewel, so he would find himself with a bit of amusement. "Dost though need assistance, sweet Lady?" he would rise from the wheat behind her, his full height achieved as his yellow gaze spied her curiously. An easy excuse for a close encounter with the fine she wolf.?
05-12-2014, 10:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-12-2014, 10:31 PM by Othello I.)
The femme was too distracted, her vanity shining through all of her better senses. She didn't hear the male sneaking up, not until his baritone reached her ears. Shocked, she quickly fell into the easiest facade she had, the vixen. Blinking the shock away from her violet eyes, they grew warmer and slitted as she observed the multi-hued gentleman. A vision flashed before her eyes, a silver and black wolf replacing that before her. 'My dearest Othello.' She heard in her head, and shook the ghost of him mentally. She knew that he would haunt her, that he would replace every male who came into her sights. He occupied a simple space in her mind, but still managed to over take her. Determined, she gritted her teeth before putting on a coy smile. She would show Crucifix what he was missing.
"Assistance would be lovely, dear sir." She called him that once. His response had been anger, but it was her latter words that upset him. No! Get out of her head! Blinking slowly, she looked down at the male, only the rock she was on giving her an advantage to his height. It would help to get someone else to pull the wheat from her creamy fur.
Othello swung her elongated tail before her, presenting it to the beast before her. Cru told her she had a sexy tail, he seemed to never be able to take his eyes off of her. Cursing inwardly, her tail tip thumped on the rock in slight irritation. He would just not leave her head, would he? But she would beat his ghost from her mind, he couldn't rule her life like this, not when he had already pushed her away twice. "My poor tail is covered in the wheat, can you help me?" Her vocals were a few octaves higher, playing innocent and sweet. But in her swirling eyes there lay something else, the more flirtatious part that she wished to play. She was the star actress in this play, and it seemed that Cru was pulling the strings. A puppet. Her very soul was a puppet to him.
05-12-2014, 10:55 PM
He would easily catch her off guard, the vanity she held completely obvious as she fussed over the covered fur. Her shock was apparent as well, he wouldn't expect such a display from her. No complaints were to be heard though, her pristine bodice would captivate his thoughts. Hearing the acceptance of his... Help the tall wolf would bring himself closer, half tempting himself join join her on the rock. Suddenly her elegantly long tail would be presented before him. Canary yellow gaze would follow the appendage to the base of her body, eyes catching her every angle. She was obviously irritated, her voice giving him clues as to why. Though he still had to guess it was not only the wheat pods that offered her trouble. "it is a shame such a perfect appendage should be marred with clumps of wheat seeds." his maw would draw close to her lashing tail, nostrils would flare as he took in her delicate scents. "I'm afraid you will be stuck upon this rock for a long time, purest maiden. Won't the seeds become entangled again as soon as she jumps down?" before allowing himself to touch her his baritone lyrics would alert her to the kink in her plan. A single brow would raise as his golden gaze let known the subtle intentions he bore. Did he see in her eyes as well the spark of lust he always carried with him?
05-12-2014, 11:11 PM
When the deeper vocals of the male reached her, she notice not only the loss of forefront thought, but that he held a deep lust within his golden eyes. This was a fire she was used to playing with, but she wasn't used to having the ghost of the one she loved dance before her. He almost morphed and took form beside the multi-toned male, shaking his head sadly at her. What would he do if he ever found out that she was presenting her tail to another? She giggled out loud, she found that those thoughts brought her excitement. Would a fight for her hand ensue?
Othello shook her cream head, her mouth parting into a wicked grin. "You seem smarter than I, for I never thought of that. Pray tell mister, what would you suggest I do?" She asked, that tail that captured all the brutes attention slowly swaying back and forth, teasing him with the motion. She did not miss those golden pools take in her curves. Violet eyes had done the same not too long ago, this was a game she knew all the rules to. Or so she thought.
She realized that his male was still a stranger to her, she did not know what his name was. Blinking, she tilted her head to the side, her black tainted face looking into his own. "I am afraid I do not know what to call you, sir. What is it that you go by?" Polite words those were, but the familiar burn for lust was there. While her flame was ignited by the images of something else, that didn't mean that she couldn't use this male as a pawn, a play-thing. Crucifix reused to commit to her, so there was no way that she should be feeling guilty. So her smile seemed to grow in ingenuity, a brief flash of her ivories displaying. She played her first hand, now would this being check, or fold?
05-12-2014, 11:30 PM
Her giggle would alert him to how she had not thought her plan through as thoroughly as she'd thought. A conundrum would face her as the she fox would realize her predicament. Instead of thinking on her own the damsel would beg him his own thoughts. His superior intellect would she try to rely on. He would use her trust in his intelligence to his advantage, a playful banter leaving his pale lips. "The fair maiden could live on the rock, relying upon her Lord to provide for her needs.." ever the generous soul Scorpion would offer to take her as his own, protecting her evermore from the likes of sticking plant matter. His tongue would lick hungry jaws as he watched her fall into demeanor of subtle seduction. He would grin widely as she offered him exactly what he would seek from her. "You needn't worry about a name dear Lady, but if you insist I carry the title of Scorpion Destruction." she would practically invite him next to her, as the words would cascade from his lips his long legs would bring him to surround her. Muzzle slipping lightly behind her ears as he took in her whimsical scent. Refraining from asking her of a proper title his roaming maw would come to nuzzle her delicate jaw line. His front paw playing with the wheat that would cling to the side of her pelt. Breaths becoming heavier as the brute would test his limits, and await her return push.?
05-15-2014, 06:58 PM
Lord, eh? That was a strange word to hear, even more so because he was referring to himself. She didn't care too much, she was too broken up on the inside. Her masks is all she had now, the only thing that allowed her to even feel anything. So she pushed on with her flirty self, playing even farther into the dumb broad. Maybe this would get her somewhere, anywhere to replace those feelings in her heart. Worn and torn was she, and maybe he could make her feel better. Or just simply feel. She needed to get that brute out of her mind.
"I could very well live on the rock, but would my lord be able to provide for my heat? I am rather cold right now." She purred, quite pleased at the double meaning of her statement. Even though she felt so bare, this was putting a bit of spark into her violet eyes. He stated his name, but did not ask for hers. Since she was playing the part, she didn't say anything and just allowed him to come upon her rock, watching him the whole time.
When his nose brushed behind her auds she shivered, a chill running right down his spine. He drew in her scent much like Crucifix had, and she lifted her head as her maw parted. She was putty for his hands to mold, and right now she was becoming a temple of pleasure. Her nerves were alight, every touch making her toes curl. She allowed him to touch her, but didn't make a move. If he wanted a puppet, a puppet she would be. She would no longer spoke until spoken too, and would not touch him unless he allowed it. Smirking, she dared to play with these new rules, seeing what he would do if she actually spoke. "Let me touch you my lord." She said, her voice a soft whisper, yet she whined them out. Begging him to allow it. Ha, and she thought that she wasn't alive after all that happened. She would see... this would wake her up for sure, playing the role of a cheeky puppet.