Weaving among the trees, Valentine searched for signs of life. What kind of life mattered little; if it was prey he'd eat it, if it was a wolf he'd flirt with it and if by some chance it was a predator he might just tease it for the hell of it. He paused to scratch his shoulder against the trunk of a tree. His eyes closed in bliss as he chased the itch further down his side. Along his flank the skin twitched and mapped out the escape route the itch took. The brute chased it relentlessly, shedding large amounts of loose fur in the process. Finally the sensation left him and, thoroughly sated, he straightened to shake out his coat. A rustling nearby prevented him from continuing his journey. Turning to face it, he queried, "Friend, foe or food?" "Talk" "You" Think

Sorry this took so long D8 asjdnkfjn

Joy coursed through the brown wolf’s veins, a charming grin woven along his muzzle. Oh, how wonderful this was! He figured he had found his favorite place so far! Not to mention his timing was especially perfect; winter had drifted away with the last cold breeze, and leaves had just begun to gather back on the trees. This particular area was abundant with plants – tall trees that hung over protectively, creating a safe and comforting atmosphere. Some had even begun to put out little flowers, foretelling the fruit that would be in their place in weeks to come. It smelled nice, and the temperature was finally agreeable.

Strolling along with a quiet, delicate gait, the young man exhaled softly as he stared in wonder. It was too beautiful. He wished he could dissolve himself, and perhaps then be able to touch every aspect of this new terrain – the leaves, the flowers, the smell in the air and the openness of the sky beyond the trees. He was so engrossed in it all, that he did not notice the presence of another until they called out guardedly. Nagendra was startled briefly, pausing amongst the bushes with his ears perked and his green eyes wide before peeking around the greenery.

The surprise lingered on his face for another second as he stepped out a little, looking over the stranger with his lips delicately parted and silence following. The moment he had processed the whole of this man, a grin flashed across his lips – pleased and entirely charming in that unhidden pleasure. Oh, when it seemed impossible, his day had just gotten better. He took an unassuming step forward to reveal at least half of himself better. ”Food, certainly,” he crooned, his voice sultry and dripping as he tipped his muzzle down with coyness and his grin narrowed into a smirk. What a handsome and curious looking man! Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but he almost looked… blue! Here and there, he was garnished with tasteful dark markings, and his eyes were a simply stunning shade of blue. He was giant too – bigger than any other wolf Nagendra had ever seen. Not that he had a thing for tall men. Or maybe he did.

OOC: Now it's my turn to be sorry ><

The bushes parted to allow a handsome chocolate brown male the chance to lay eyes on the King who had called to him. The first thing Valentine noticed about the fellow was his eyes. A vibrant green, they threatened to ensnare those who gazed upon them. For a moment they simply regarded one another before the rogue stepped forward and allowed more of himself to be seen - a gesture Valen was quick to take advantage of. lazily running his gaze over the brute. "Food, certainly," came his purred response and Valentine found himself returning the brute's smirk. If that was the way the other was going to play, then he had no problem joining in. "Food, you say? I can't say I've ever met another who was so willing to be...eaten." "Talk" "You" Think

The charmer’s pleased gaze traced a mirrored smirk, then followed the curve of mischievous lips back up to blue eyes. He blinked a few times, allowing his stare to linger upon the stranger’s for a few long seconds. The other’s words sank into perked ears, eliciting a feeling of amusement and encouragement. ”By a tall, dark man lurking around an orchard? Count me breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he purred, inhaling and taking a step forward to stretch his lithe body out. And with his lecherous reply, so would any chance of formalities be obliterated. Not that Nagendra minded; the exchange of polite introductions and “getting-to-knows” was a slow and stumbling process that he had little care for. And at least this way, if this man was at all dangerous (and heterosexual) he would probably be driven off by the sheer lewdness of Nagendra’s flirtations.

He pulled a hind leg forward to stabilize himself from the stretch and then took another step out and to the left, giving an air of forged caution as he kept distance, though his smirk remained. ”Do you find yourself asking that question to most company that comes across you, though?” he’d ask with another slow step, his tail tip twitching at his ankles. Silence was unacceptable at the moment, so a question would do good to keep it at bay.

The brute's response deepened Valentine's smirk. What exactly had he walked into? So far their exchange bordered on obscene and while that would have been enough to chase off most, the king wasn't most. He watched the brute slide from the shadows, slowly running his gaze over the form that was being shown off. Since it was being presented to him, he may as well enjoy it, right? Valentine allowed the brute to approach him, willing to let the other do all the work and sweat the distance between them. ”Do you find yourself asking that question to most company that comes across you, though?” The king's lips twitched upwards again, this time his amusement kept in check. "Only when I'm bored." He grew weary of packlife and of mundane conversations. Elaborating, he stated, "A friend is good for conversation, a foe for a fight. But food?" Valen's eyes narrowed wickedly. "I guess that really depends on the prey." "Talk" "You" Think

The stranger’s delectable smirk deepened, the two wolves’ deviously amused expressions playing a distant tango with one another. The bluish male would respond to Nagendra’s question smoothly, his tone retaining similar slyness. There was a brief pause before the stranger’s conclusion, his voice coiling within Nagendra’s ears and making his heart beat a little faster with a breath of adrenaline. He was very excited to have another man play along for once, even if this all turned out to be no more than a tease; this stranger was very handsome, and Nagendra craved even mere heated words.

He breathed delicately, the impish edge on his smirk softening slightly. Another step, still in an arc to the left. ”And what kind of prey does this one prefer?” he asked, his voice falling hushed. His stare sought to latch onto the other’s, unblinking for a moment in its greedy absorption of his image. A thought had been ticking in the back of the brown wolf’s head for a short while, but now it had ripened and he had decided that he wished to know his company’s name. Of course, now it would be strange to suddenly veer from the path of lecherous advances back to the previously abandoned formalities. Oops. He supposed it was his own fault for being so wanton, but there was still a lingering hope that this would not be the only time he saw this wolf.

His pulse quickened, pupils dilating as the game continued and the promise grew. Was this stranger like him or was he stringing him along? It was a dangerous game to play if the latter was the case. Intrigue caused his whiskers to pin forward as Valentine continued to take in the fine specimen before him. For once he stirred as the other took another step to his left (Valen's right), his chin tipping modestly to the side as he sought to follow the other's progression. The chocolate brute's smooth voice reached his ears as he murmured a soft question, "And what kind of prey does this one prefer?" It was nearly unheard of to find someone so willing to play, to tease. The King was lucky indeed. Easily matching the other's hushed tone, Valentine's voice dropped and he rumbled, "How cliche would it be to say tall, dark and handsome?" "Talk" "You" Think

The other followed him with predatory eyes, and he liked the feel of it – being watched. Then a simple question was put forth in return to his own, and that by itself was enough to put Nagendra over the edge. Standing where he was, he was unable to keep his smirk from breaking into a grin, flashing the tips of his teeth and a spare bit of earnest joy. In that moment, all of the want sizzling in his veins was drawn in and compacted in his chest, which tightened with a briefly held breath. He managed to tame his grin a little, biting down on his lip and wondering what witty response he could give – how to edge it further along while still being suave. He took a few more steps forward again, this time directly towards the other, attempting to creep towards the general location of his front (still somewhat wary of getting teeth in his haunch), whilst vaguely presenting the general location of Nagendra’s backside. He would keep his head twisting towards the stranger the whole while, his gaze locked to the other’s face. ”Now the real question is, do you actually want it, or have you just been playing with me this whole time?” His heart beat quickly. Whether he snagged a hookup or not, this had been a lovely interaction in his first few weeks of being here. Maybe he'd have to stick around after all.

He had him, Valentine could tell. The flash of an excited smile, the way he bit his lip to tame it. The hook was in. The king's breath sped up and and became shallow as the scent of his slowly nearing companion began to flood his senses. Valentine let Nagendra approach and once more let his gaze rove over the unknown's lithe figure. Finally it was his turn to move and Valentine abandoned his long held position in favor of creeping towards the other. He wasn't shy in his movements, seeking to stop near his companion's right shoulder. Valen lowered his head to gently nuzzle the fine hairs that stood guard over the smaller brute's spine and breathed him in. He then tipped his head to the side in the hopes of making eye contact. "Now, where would be the fun in that?" There was little to be gained from empty teasing, but this? This was foreplay. "Talk" "You" Think

The other male slunk forward, coming closer. Nagednra’s flesh prickled with excitement; he want to touch the stranger. He held perfectly still though, following him with a twinkling gaze and a broad smirk. The blue wolf stopped beside him, and drew his nose across Nagendra’s back. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he inhaled softly, lips slightly parted. The other’s sultry voice washed through the air. Damn, Nagendra thought as amusement filtered through his smirk. Normally he would be the one doing the teasing – as was how he preferred – but here he was, struggling to keep from begging at the feet of a stranger. He turned around swiftly then, his crooked grin still showing the tips of his front teeth as he eyed the other. He was still for a moment, dragging his bright gaze across the man’s face, and watching with a mischievous expression that could only leave one to wonder what was running through his head. Then he would attempt to slide forward, heading back and along the larger creature’s right side with the intention of rubbing himself against it. He would inhale deeply, drinking in the musk of the other before jaws parted slightly and he would attempt to nip softly at the other’s rump. He could play at this game. Even if he was tingling - teeming - with anticipation, suspense was indeed part of the fun.

OOC: Heavy powerplaying! My apologies. I can revise if you like.

The other abandoned words, choosing instead to let his actions do the talking for him. He didn't shy from the king's touch and embraced it instead, the resulting shiver drawing a smirk from Valentine. The earthen brute was clay beneath his touch. And they were just getting started. His companion brushed against him, the gesture catlike, and sent needles of awareness rippling across the titan's side. This action was quickly followed by a teasing touch where teeth should never be. In a heartbeat Valentine spun around, easily removing his haunches from the other's playful touch. Two could play that game. His turn had placed him squarely behind the other and he lingered there for several moments, the implications clear, in an attempt to earn a reaction. The king was only teasing. From there he moved to glide along his companion's right side as the smaller brute had done to him, only he allowed his touch to explore. If they were abandoning polite behavior in exchange from something a little more risque, so why should he continue to play subtly? He let his jaw or his teeth play over the notches in the smaller male's spine. From his shoulders, Valen slowly followed the strong muscles that coiled the length of Nagendra's neck. There he lingered, taking pleasure in teasing this vulnerable area. He nibbled at the crook of his companion's jaw and the side of his throat. "Tell me, my man, what do you want?" The king wanted to hear him say it. "Talk" "You" Think

All good~ c:

For a moment, Nagendra’s teeth nibbled at fur, and then the plush rear was gone. Briefly, he was worried he had upset the other, turning his muzzle to glance his way. When he saw him again though, he was reassured. Their game was ongoing. The faint surprise left Nagendra’s face, leaving behind curiosity as he arched a brow. The other man lingered where he was, as did he, looking over his shoulder and leaving a moment of tantalizing stillness between them. Then the blue male moved forward again, mimicking Nagendra’s previous move. This time though, he slid teeth along the brown wolf’s spine. Nagendra’s head turned forward again, his eyes closing and his teeth clasping faintly together as he drank the sensation in. Moving up, up, up. The stranger’s teeth slid up to his neck to his jaw, and another shiver ensued. A question would drift to Nagendra’s ear, and a faded, devilish smile pulled across his lips. He remained exactly still though, still facing forward and looking into the depths of the orchard. ”I want you…” he began very softly, his voice a sultry caress against the quiet, ”to take me…” Each word was formed slowly and carefully – introduced with its own amount of suspense and command, redeeming from the submission he'd been forced into by his own desire. ”Like you might any woman,” he added as an afterthought, aware of the uncommonnessof their current interaction. Hell, he had half expected the other to turn around and make fun of him half way through his earlier flirting. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been made fun of for coming onto men, not that he cared much.

Waiting for a response, Valentine stood completely still. His lips still pressing into the downy fur of the other's neck, he breathed in the heavy, masculine scent. Beneath his nose his companion's heartbeat could be felt. He could feel the excitement in it; the force of the blood blasting through the artery there gently resisting his touch. His query was answered with deliberate sluggishness and yet somehow managed to come across as a command; something that caused Valentine to tip his chin heavenward and his mouth to part in a bemused grin. Ah, no. If his companion was so willing to take a passive role in their coupling, then he was also forfeiting his right to command. Valentine leaned down, seeking to gently brush his companion's right ear with his lips. His voice hushed and teasing, he murmured, "And if I have other ideas?" Leaning back, he disengaged from the other, striving to remove all physical contact between them while maintaining their intimate nearness. His tone still hushed, he commanded, "Lay down." No explanation followed. No, if the earthen brute was still interested, still curious, he would have to comply to find out what was in store from him. "Talk" "You" Think

He was still – a quiet rustling of the leaves in the trees washing past their two static figures on a gentle breeze. There was a second of nothingness, and then Nagendra could feel the stranger’s muzzle slide up to tease at the fine fur on his right ear. He struggled to keep from flicking it at the tickling sensation, his lips still coiled in a devilish smirk. The other’s deep voice sank into his thoughts, and the brown wolf’s smirk widened slightly, flashing teeth.  ”If you have other ideas, I’m all ears,” he crooned softly, still not turning to view his company, but instead merely enjoying the presence that sent prickles up his spine. He would shift his stare only when the order came, turning his muzzle to look with his little crooked grin as he obediently settled himself down. ”Like this?” he asked coyly, tilting his hips so that his rear leaned to the left a bit, and his right hind leg stretched out sensually to the side while his forelegs remained sphinx-like.

His companion complied without complaint and laid himself out, going beyond what was asked of him and adopting a tempting position. "Like this?" Valentine chuckled softly and circled behind the other. There he stayed, lazily running an appreciative gaze over the offered rump. Scant seconds passed before his gaze lifted to fix the earthen brute with an amused expression. While he enjoyed looking, there were far more pleasurable things currently offered that he could lose himself in. "Close." But not quite. Wickedly, he purred, "Roll over." And to make sure there was no confusion... "On your back." "Talk" "You" Think

”Roll over.” Now Nagendra was curious – interested in different way than before. His brows lifted and his confident smirk waned some for a second as he allowed puzzlement to seep into his veins. Then he grinned softly again – a wickedly sharp pinch of the edges of his lips – and rolled over. He wanted to question, for he’d never done anything like this before and had only a faint clue as to where it could go, but didn’t want to spoil the silence that had nestled comfortably in his throat. He lay motionless on his back, hind legs slightly splayed and forelegs folded against his chest. With the silky soft fur of his underside exposed, he felt vulnerable. He still did not completely trust the man above him, and retained the slightest of tensions in his muscles. He supposed though, that it wouldn't be the worst of death to be murdered in such a heated dance as this.

OOC: -throws wolf anatomy out the window- >.>

Vulnerable was exactly how he wanted his companion to feel. For a second the smirk that had become fixed on the smaller male's face faltered as he digested the command, but just as quickly as it fell, it returned. Passively Valentine watched as the earthen brute complied. When he'd done as he'd been told, the king lazily began to move forward in an attempt to stand over the other. Lowering his head, he allowed his touch to gently wander over the offered belly. Teasing the sensitive skin, he continued his journey upward until he stood looking down into the other's eyes. His hind paws were situated just in front of the other's hips and his forepaws were on either side of his shoulders. He smirked, his expression teasing as he reveled in the knowledge that the other was at his mercy, and then lowered himself onto the upturned belly. Valentine could feel the heat between them. Rolling his hips, he pressed into the belly of his companion and immediately felt his core tighten at the friction created between the caged members. It sent ripples of feeling through him, the sparks of the bliss that was to come. He kept at it, grinding into the other and nipping at his neck and chest until it was too much to bear. Tearing himself away, he slid back until his hips were level with his companion's rump and his hind legs were positioned behind Nagendra's hind legs. "Tell me if I am too much for you." Mutual bliss was the idea here; he wanted to give as much as he took. With that in mind he pressed into the other slowly all the while peppering the upturned belly with affectionate nibbles. -fade to black- "Talk" "You" Think

Nagendra’s breaths were short and shallow – inaudible as he watched in suspense. The other moved closer and stepped over him, legs trapping him loosely beneath. The green-eyed young man looked upwards curiously, still silent and motionless. Then the larger wolf would take his muzzle down, trailing his snout along Nagendra’s underside. The sensation set neurons pulsing – exciting energy blossoming out from the area of contact and dancing down his stomach in wild pirouettes. Nagendra’s lips parted slightly, looking as if a moan might be just on the verge of falling free. And then the other began to sink down. Fur mingled with fur, heat with heat. The pressure of the other’s lower half again his groin finally made him groan, tempting him all the more to beg. All of the desire that had been gradually building up was set ablaze, tingling in his blood and itching in his spine.

The pivoting and teeth against flesh continued, every second another test. Nagendra preferred to be the one doing the teasing – being the one begged. It wasn’t to say he was distressed by this… but there was a childish sort of feeling of being trumped, and he was very determined to keep from making any sort of pleas. There were, however, signs of his struggle in the form of the husky breath that fell from his lips as the other pulled away. He looked on challengingly though, the grin splitting across his face once more as the stranger stepped back. What now? He watched the bluish creature curiously, still not completely sure of what would happen next until he positioned himself and spoke. Nagendra said nothing, but remained faintly grinning with approval. He had never done it quite like this before.

-fade-

Spent, Valentine extricated himself the other and, stretching, move to lay sphinx-like beside him. His expression unreadable, the brute studied his companion. He would be lying if he said hadn't enjoyed their time together. Finding another brute who shared his tendencies was rare, nearly unheard of in his experience. Since his commands had been heeded so far, he took a stab at another. "Come with me." Where was the harm? It'd be nice to have this creature by his side. He amended, "I rule a pack north of here and I want you to join me there as my companion." There was much he could offer in return. No gift or commodity was too great; all he'd need to do was ask and it would be given. "Talk" "You" Think

When the two separated, Nagendra would roll over onto his side, panting once or twice softly. He would surely be sore the next day – he’d forgotten that part. Ambrosia coursed through his brain, setting him in a hazy state of mental ecstasy. He blinked, his gaze stumbling lazily about the foliage for a moment before he turned his muzzle to find the stranger. The very idea of this encounter excited him, sent his heart and mind racing with delight. What a random and thrilling event this had been. He wondered where it would go, if anywhere. They could part ways and never see each other again – never even know one another’s name.

He searched the blue male’s face, wondering. And then he would utter three words. Nagendra was confused for a second, a brow lifting ever so slightly as he remained silent, though prepared to pose a question. Then the other added. ”Oh?” the airy sound escaped with immediate interest. How exciting! It seemed this would go somewhere.  While he wasn’t certain that he was searching for commitment (although it didn’t quite seem to be what the other was seeking either), he thought it could be a good experience. A second later when the surprise had eased from his brain, he dipped his muzzle coyly and rolled onto his stomach. ”My, if I had known I was in the presence of a ruler, I would’ve behaved myself a bit better,” he crooned with a grin.  There was a pause, and then he tilted his head a tad. ”Might I know your name first?” he questioned then, a gentle seriousness etching upon his face for the first time.