Cyan eyes searched the weeping willows, looking for any sign of the pond she scented. Russet fur gleamed in the moonlight as she searched for the pool, soon her lavender laced eyes landed on the rippling pool in front of her, lily pads peeking out of its surface. Sashaying her way over to the gleaming surface, she smiled. Her single black paw dipped into the crystal clear water, testing its temperature. Water droplets flung into the air as she whipped her striped leg out of the water. Amusement ignited her cyan gaze as she dipped her black paw back into the clear liquid and flung it out. She was playing like a puppy but it amused her greatly. ""

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The behemoth was frustrated, annoyed. Katja had lost Yfir once more, and there was the beginnings of doubt in the mind of the golden gladiator. She lumbered across the terra, lost in thoughts that were startlingly complex and philosophical now that she was having to reconsider her loyalties. She saw her granite queen as a worthy woman to have her loyalty, but twice now her loyalty had borne no fruits. She swiped a paw absently at a stone that got into her path, batting the rather sizable rock out of the way as though it were mere dust beneath her feet. It was so frustrating, that motives other than a warriors loyalty held her in her place. Katja was very lovely, and she no longer even bothered to hide her hunger when she gazed upon the slender woman. But now? What good was her allegiance, if Katja had no interest in her, and paid her no heed? Letting out a long sigh, she glared at the dying grass under her immense paws. The soothing fingers of the willow trees raked gently through her thickening coat, but she could not be assuaged so easily today. She was restless, in need of release. There it was, a possible salvation. The scent of a woman, strong and musky. Close. Tongue escaped to swipe across her jowls as she lifted her great head to get a better fix on this scent. A predator hunting for prey. She got a lock on it quickly enough, and without further ado the caramel beast was off. Cornflower orbs sought her quarry, and were soon to find it. A slender thing, playing in the small pond just outside the embrace of the willows. She regarded the lean little thing, a tiny creature, but she held some allure, sure. Pawsteps would become silent as the breeze over water, and she was slinking forward like the deadly serpent she was. Looming over the back of the petite little thing, rumbling lyrics fell from onyx lips. "Good day, vendi ein." She greeted the smaller woman, brushing one banded forelimb across her sleek black spine. A shark testing a seal. The giantess seated herself smoothly beside the other, cerulean gaze falling upon those delicate features intently as she waited for a reply. ""

Lavender laced eyes looked about at the caramel furred she wolf in front of her. The gentle touch against her spine sent slight shivers up her back and caused her to stop messing with the beautiful water and look up at the she wolf, her single black paw frozen mid air. A soft purr would overcome her as she realized the look in the female's eyes. This would certainly be something new. Being with a female had never occurred to her before, she had always gotten her way with any male so female interaction was never needed. Though, the smell of hunger radiated off of the larger female, enticing the russet femme to flirt with her. Her small frame would raise from the ground, the water no longer fascinating her, as she gazed at the caramel wolf. Her long tail trailed over the haunches of the larger wolf, trying to gauge her response. Females weren't her favorite of the genders but anything would do. "Well it's a good day now.." she stated slowly, drawing out each syllable longer than the last. Her cyan eyes lingered on the caramel fur, the moonlight turning it a soft gold. ""

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She could see the spark in the femme's eyes, the shiver that tickled that ebony spine. It delighted her, this visible reaction she'd elicited from the petite russet wolfess. She rose from the terrain, her full height still nothing compared to the might of the giantess. She could devour this little pixie whole, without a single problem to be had. She grinned, a wolfish and deadly twist of her dark lips. That black striped tail trailed along her rump, trying to get a rise from her. A low, playful growl rumbled deep in her chest in response, eyes flashing predatory for a moment. Did the little darling want to play? Because she would gladly enter this game, and she would win. She would devastate this slender little ember, and leave her trembling in her wake. There was something in the way she behaved, and the golden behemoth knew right away that this was not something the lass did often. She was using plays one would usually save for men, their tactile receptors were so easily played upon, like the strings of a harp. Women were much more complicated, and one must use words as well as games. The soft drawl of the russet fae was met with low, husky laughter. Of course it was. Not everyday did one get to gaze upon the splendor of a tyrant, without trembling in their derma. "I should think so, l?ti? gimsteinn." She crooned, grinning broadly. The exotic marking over her left eye twisted with the curving of her lips, the broad planes of her face turned into something dark and wondrous. She tilted her crown to one side ever so slightly, gaze narrowing with curiosity as she regarded the lithe female. She was like a burning coal, save for her oceanic pools. Diamonds set into magma. How interesting. "Tell me, l?ti? gimsteinn, what are you doing out here, all alone?" She purred, vocals like distant thunder as she pinned the little butterfly under her gaze. "The world is so dangerous, a little ember like yourself might be snuffed out by a big bad wolf." She hummed, nose slowly dropping until it nearly touched the other's. Some of them wanted to be shown who was boss, to be dominated and shown just how easily pain could become pleasure. Others wanted to dominate, and this was always interesting. The caramel destroyer was well known for letting her lovers have their way with her, but it had to be worth it. She doubted it would be worth it in this case, not from what she'd been seeing. ""

Laughter would erupt from the caramel beauty's lips. She would smirk, cyan eyes glittering down at the lean dame in the moonlight. Her chest tightened, for once a feeling of anxiety would settle in. This was definitely a new experience for the sultry femme had never been one for apprehension, something about the golden femme's words.

Though, her alluring exterior would not break, feigned innocence shining through her orbs. "Maybe that is why I am here..." she whispered to the dame, hints at her wants dripping through her unspoken words. "Maybe, a little dame like me needs a boss to give her orders..." she continued, her voice still only loud enough for the caramel goddess to hear her. Jet black ears pinned to the side of her cranium as she crouched down lower to the ground, as if showing submission to the larger she-wolf. All unspoken words shown through her sultry movements and innocent actions.

She laid her russet furred abdomen on the ground in front of the caramel she wolf, fully lowering herself in submission, showing that she was willing to take orders. Her ebony stripped tail unfurled itself and dragged along the golden dame's massive paws, pausing slightly at each claw, stroking each one gently before moving on to the next. The small femme had learned quickly that a female was a lot harder to seduce than a male, after all the male would already be on top of her, but no the female gender was one you had to work for. A rare treat that was meant to be savored.

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OOC: Oh my god I'm so sorry for taking forever I lost muse suddenly! The slender little robin looked to be suave and collected, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise. The golden destroyer could see it in those bright blue pools, she was unsure, and she would be ever so interesting. This could be a very wondrous opportunity, and it would be a pleasure to teach this lass the ins and outs of pleasing women. A sly grin crept onto her inky lips, and she watched the ruby femme with renewed interest. The false innocence wasn't something she found alluring, the idea of making love to a child with it's innocence still intact did not appeal to her. It was a little appalling, that such things ever appealed to men. Why did they think it was so appealing in the first place? However, the lithe gem's sultry lyrics soon distracted her from these thoughts. How interesting. Her grin grew wider, a little less friendly. It was always nice to spend the night with one who was willing to be subject to her whims and desires. Dark ears pinned to a delicate crown, and a lean russet bodice sunk towards the terra. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Banded forelimbs would bend so she could lean down to where her little red vixen was laying there, so prone and willing. "To not feign innocence, l?ti? gimsteinn, it is not what I seek." She murmured, husky lyrics falling from her lips like a succubus' purr. That striped tail danced across her immense toes, trying to tease her into doing something rash. No no, she was going to savour this. She growled low in her throat, tongue snaking out to swipe over her lips. Steel cords of muscle bunched and relaxed as she slunk into just the right place, placing a long line of gentle kisses and nips along that slender ebony spine. "I'll try to be gentle." She crooned, grinning wickedly as she set to work. This time, it was required that it be done properly. .:FADE TO BLACK:. ""

The russet furred beauty noticed the distaste in the caramel goodness' golden orbs as she feigned innocence, taking note she quickly dropped the act, making her movements more suave and sultry as she looked at the goldenrod beauty. Her husky voice sent slight trembles down her spine, setting her gut tight in apprehension. She was unaccustomed to acting this way towards another female, but there was a first for everything and she had a feeling that she would enjoy this experience as much, if not more, than her experiences with men.

She craved the dame's harsh actions, wanting anything but gentle movements from her. Feeling the nips and kisses trail down her spine, causing her to push farther into the ground involuntarily as she moaned at the goddess' touch. She needed this. She was done with men, they annoyed her for the time being and she enjoyed the way the femme was speaking to her. Apprehension and nervousness still crept through her chest as she had no clue what to do, but she had made it clear that the dame was free to do whatever she pleaded with her russet furred body.

"Oh...don't be gentle...I need to be taught a lesson...after all, I wandered out here all alone..." she groaned, needing harsh contact from the dame. She was tired of gentle, something male's always promised. She craved rough, and though she wanted to do whatever the caramel she wolf pleased, she needed it harsh. Pushing her body even closer to the ground, she awaited the femme's damaging contact. She needed this...

-Fades to Black-

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