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Post by Lassiel on Aug 8, 2007 22:06:34 GMT -6
But if I sometimes forget, and take a few steps ahead to protect you, you will forgive me? Gentleman
It was over. Her heat was over. How did he know? Well, since every lioness in the area seemed to come into season at the same time, he only guessed that she would come out of it with them too. She had to. As Thorn loped deep into Beseni, he kept an eager eye open for Sileree...and a less eager eye for anyone else. He did not know the area as well as others did, but from spending the majority of his time in the southern lands, he could at least find his way around. The bright silver disk that was the moon gave off some light as he moved, illuminating his path when it could reach through the brush. Ahead, Thorn spotted a thin stream winding its way through the green land, its water sparkling when the moonlight hit it just right. Dark ears picked up the noises of the night--insects, the distant bellows of elephants and the rustling of leaves in the soft breeze.
Thorn's large paws splayed as they hit the ground, once halting their movement when the tall grass to his left crackled with sudden motion. Dark-maned head turned as he paused, chocolate eyes--barely discernible from ebony pupils--pinning the vegetation with a fierce interest. As a jackal of some sort stepped from the grass, Thorn's posture relaxed. Although he did not expect to see her coming out from hiding, the discovery was still disappointing. The jackal eyed Thorn nervously, well-aware that the lion could kill him if he wished. But the dark male did nothing, save for watch the beast slink away into the night with an uninterested gaze.
Once the jackal completely disappeared from his vision, Thorn gave himself a great shake before continuing on his way, heading straight for the stream he noticed earlier. He said he would come back to see her, and he meant it. Since the day that he left her in Kinamasi, Thorn had counted the days until he believed it would be fine to visit. But early on, the young male decided that meeting up in Kinamasi, the homeland of Sileree's pride, would not be the greatest idea. The pride was sure to keep a closer watch on that land than that of Beseni. And besides, her sweet intoxicating scent lingered here, telling of her recent wanderings through the area.
Upon coming to the bank of the glistening stream, Thorn stopped his progress again, crouching to take a drink of the cool water. The liquid moistened his dry mouth, and when he raised his head to look around, small rivulets made dark tracks in his fur as they ran to the end of his muzzle, only to drip off back into the water once again. After bending to take a few more laps, Thorn straightened and backed away from the edge, lowering well-muscled haunches to the ground. This...was as good a place as any to wait for her. He couldn't exactly roar out his arrival--the whole of the pride would probably come running!--and it would be difficult to search for her without being spotted himself. So Thorn would be forced to wait for her to find him.
Annoyed at his inability to find her himself, a sharp frown creased his face. What if she did not realize he had come back, and then began to think that he lied to her--abandoned her? No. She would be on the lookout, and from the tone of her voice when they last spoke, would be waiting with as eager a heart as he. The frown on his muzzle vanished as a soft smile took its place. My lovely, captivating Vixen! You endure all that the world throws your way--weathering each storm even while knowing another will eventually come. How he wanted to face each storm in her place! Or, at the least, stand beside her--he did not really think she would want another to shield her completely.
A nearly wistful sigh escaped, coming from him of all beings! But Thorn truthfully did not care all that much. No one important was around, and those creatures that did scurry in the night shadows simply didn't care about the thoughts of a lone lion. So he waited, listening to the distinct murmur of the stream and hearing her voice and laughter echoed in it. His pose was of a completely relaxed being, at peace with all that went about him--yet an air of suppressed excitement wreathed about his form.
Of course, my love. You are easy to forgive. Lady
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Post by Vox on Aug 9, 2007 22:02:58 GMT -6
Streamlined was here form now. Yoda we are talking like now [haha Voxxums, that low on muse? xD] Sileree had gained some weight since her heat began. For a while, she had been rail thin. She hadn't been eating back then, only a rabbit every two days or so. Now she ate as regularly as any other active lioness and her body was lapping up the praise. The self-loathing had evaporated for the time. Thorn thought she was good enough and that was all that mattered to her now. Paws stepped as lightly and carefully as they always had done on the soft ground, not a whisper escaping them as she moved as stealthily as a fox. Pupils dilated and nares flaring, she followed the soft movements of the small deer carefully. It was her first meal in a few days, not because she was starving herself but because she had been busy. Crow had been eyeing her with barely controlled glee and lust and she had been avoiding him at all costs. She would hate to come back spoiled for her man. It's bad presedence, kiddies, to have bedded with another when you have been sworn to a 'one and only' deal. Her muscles were back and she felt good. It was no use denying it, Sileree had a build that was not meant to be willowy. It was not stocky or thick, it was the body of a dancer. Since when have you seen a dancer that has thin shoulders and stick like legs, terrible posture and a model-esque slouch? Never, dudes, never. They simply don't make them like that. If they did, then they would have to eat a lot and work out some. Sileree's shoulders were not broad, but they were pliantly muscled although not soft like her twin's. Her face was still gaunt, it would always be hollowed, but not unhealthy. Even her fur was showing the signs of her improved health. It shon like a copper statue, rust colored and smooth. The lionesses coat had gotten considerably shorter, but it was still soft and luxuriously thick. She was, after all, from the northeast [omg! So is the girl typing this post! I wonder where the connection is..?] and that was the way she had been bred. And that's the sad thing about girls these days, they try to be something they're not. Listen to me...Giving advice that I don't even follow myself. I'm twenty pounds underweight and I'm talking about the appreciation of a strong build. I'm such a hypocrite. Ho hum![-grumbles-]
Ebony colored claws slid out of their sheaths, kneading the ground as our wee lioness crouched down. The deer's scent filled her nostrils and she closed her eyes lovingly as she planned her next moved. The animal's small dark lips nibbled at the grass and it moved around slowly, mowing the ground. It was completely unaware of the presence that was close behind it. Hindquarters twitching a little in excitement at the idea of a kill, Sileree slid forward a few steps. This little deer was only a bairn, call her cruel, Sileree didn't like to have to deal with the adults when she was this hungry. She wanted an easy meal, something other than blasted rabbits for a change. Those things were getting very boring. It's ear twitched, and Sileree twitched hers nervously forward, searching for movements. The little deer lifted it's head, and Sileree decided enough was enough. Silently, she crept forward slowly almost shivered. Pupils expanding to their fullest extent to take in all visible light and give her the best angel, she sprung. A perfect leap that carried her inches from the small deer. It's life ended as her dark, elegant paw came sweeping swiftly down, claws out. Dipping her head down, Sileree ripped at it's neck, making sure it was really dead. A bellow of rage from behind her made her whirl around with a snarl. One of the herd members had apparently been wandering near by and seen her kill. It had arrived too late, but it was in full fury now and didn't look like the type to shrug at it's child's carcass and walk away in the 'we tried' fashion. Sileree dodged, but not fast enough. It's horn thudded into her side. Flipping over, the lioness twirled the deer so it flopped over on her side. Injured, but not critically, she snarled in pain and rage and lunged at the deer. It had learned though, and darted off. Staring after it with her addrenal glands working themselves into overdrive. As she calmed herself down, she sat down hard and began to clean herself. The cut hurt, but it didn't look as if it had puncured anything and was not as deep as she would have imagined it to be from the pain. Getting up rigidly, she picked up her prey and danced off to a safer place. There was a river where she usually liked to sleep by and eat next to not far from her. Panting at the pain, and growling a little, Sileree swished her tail in anger as she weaved stealthily to her spot. A scent hit her. A very familiar scent...She turned slowly and looked straight into the face of Thorn. Heart thumping against her rib cage, Sileree leapt backwards and tripped a little. He came back! [/blockquote]
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Post by Lassiel on Aug 9, 2007 22:54:07 GMT -6
His head shot up at the sound of a near, angry bellow, gaze searching the darkness quizzically. The sounds of snarls and the trampling of hooves reached his ears quickly, though he could not penetrate the shrubbery with even his night-suited eyes. Worried--for the sounds were obviously those of a large feline--Thorn rose to his feet, long rope of a tail flicking from side to side. A slight feeling of apprehension filled him--what if he was about to be discovered by the pride? But no...the sounds weren't loud enough for more than two. And then he caught movement not far from his position--a form moving swiftly and carrying a carcass in its mouth. The scent of fresh blood was thick and heavy--but it did not completely mask Sileree's unique spicy scent.
Before he could make a move, she seemed to notice another was there, and turned to gaze at him. A crooked grin rooted itself on his face at her reaction. He took a moment to just gaze at her, noting how her appearance had changed some, yet her beauty remained. But that second in time did not last long, and without a thought he bounded toward her, ignoring the prey she held and pressing his larger head against hers. Her scent, the feel of her fur--it all washed over him. It was...pure bliss. Sileree... His voice was more like a breath of air, so light it was.
Stepping back--but not before bestowing a small lick on her cheek-- his grin was one of complete and utter happiness as his eyes raked over her--taking in her coppery form and her much adored face, beautiful despite the blood from her kill. His memory of her simply did not do justice. In his mind it was but an image, one that was subject to the short remembrance of the brain. So many little details he had not seen in his mind, though he knew they were there, were now made real and tangible. The exact hue of her eyes, and the way her fur blended together to form that coppery coat--even the way she made small movements.
A frown suddenly marred his joyful face. Mixing with the fur on her side was a much darker tint of red--blood that was not the prey's, but her own. Immediately, Thorn moved to her side so he could get a better look. Wounds were common when hunting, but he was not about to risk her getting even more injured if the cut was in bad shape. It did not appear to be too deep, but nonetheless, he raised his eyes to look at her. Is it bad? He trusted her to tell him the truth about it, and whatever she said he would believe.
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Post by Vox on Aug 10, 2007 14:32:22 GMT -6
Lieing on the ground, and smiling broadly, Sileree got up gingerly and purred. Licking Thorn in return, she greeted her love. It felt like so long! Pressing herself against his comfortably solid body, she purred even louder. His expression made her heart slam even harder against her ribs, in happiness at their union. Never again. This was too good, too pure. She hoped against hope that they would never have to be ripped apart again. She looked up into his chocolate eyes and sighed a pleased sigh. It had been hard to contain herself during her heat. She kept having second thoughts about staying, about not revealing who he was. So many times had she wanted to run after him in her hormone crazy state, but her superior will overuled her lust and she had stayed. Stayed and waited for him to return as she had never doubted her would. As he whispered her name she shivered and said,
I missed you so much...
In a tone was was equally low. Missed him even more because of the hungry look in the eyes of most males when she walked around them. In a way, she felt relieved that she would not longer walk around exposed to the public and feeling horny. Thorn would be there to protect her now, and they would go on their trip. She hoped he had not forgotten. Smiling and stepping away from him, she looked him up and down. Laughing her tinkling laugh, Sileree shook her head and intoned,
You're still the same old Thorn.
Then she heard his question and thought what to say. Yes, it was bad. Not critical, but serious enough for him to keep her from walking around too much. But that would mean he would make her stay, and that would keep them apart...She had to lie. It was, after all, something she could deal with like everything else other than lust filled males. Nearly laughing at her own cruel joke, Sileree shook her head and said in a voice that was a little stiffer than she would have intended.
It's fine.
Then realizing she had probably made the worst lie in her whole life, Sileree grinned sheepishly and shrugged in a way that told him everything. It was bad, but now bad enough to postpone anything they might have to do together. Simply being with him would be medicine enough for her. [/blockquote]
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Post by Lassiel on Aug 11, 2007 14:55:44 GMT -6
A dark eyebrow lifted at her assurance of the wound being 'fine.' As she spoke, her voice did not have the same smooth, easy tone Thorn was so used to, and he wondered if Sileree was seriously going to lie to him. But then an embarrassed grin graced her face and he smiled knowingly, relieved that she told him the truth...sorta. If she truly believed all would be well, he trusted her wholeheartedly--but that would not keep him from using this to his advantage. He turned his attention back to the injury, speaking as he did so. Good. But I hope you don't mind if I--a charming smirk spread over his features--use this as a good reason to...mmm...pamper you, in whatever manner I can get away with.
The dark-maned lion leaned in, gently brushing his tongue over the area around the cut in an effort to clean away the dirt and blood that wasn't clotting. Hoping he was not causing her any more pain than necessary, Thorn moved his tongue as carefully as he possibly could. The coppery taste of her blood was different than any other's. He craved the sweet taste of his prey's blood, and his own that he was sometimes forced to lap away was just annoying. But Sileree's--though he would much rather it be inside her body--was a representation of her who he so desired to protect and care for.
Satisfied that he had done what little he could, Thorn faced her again. Where did they go from here? Although they had separated with the intent of seeing each other again, the fact still remained that she was part of a pride, and he was a rogue--would probably always be one. And despite the thought of never being apart from her again was exhilarating and all he wished for, Thorn had no desire for her to just throw away the safety a pride offered for him. Don't think of that right now--all of that will come later. For now, I'm just happy I get to see her again. His toothy, ecstatic reappeared, and a sudden deep laughter rolled from his chest soon after. It was a sound of pure unabashed joy, and Thorn was certain that any other creature that heard it must think him crazy.
As the chuckling subsided, Thorn just watched her and enjoyed the moment. Just because she belonged to a pride didn't mean she couldn't take...extended absences. They still had a journey to go on, one that he would enjoy no matter where they ended up. They could start tomorrow morning--tonight, if she felt like it! As long as he was with her, whatever they did would be fine with him. The world was bright and welcoming. Anything they wished to do could be done and nothing could hurt them. Was this truly what love felt like? A feeling on invincibility, of complete belonging? A desire to do...anything to make her happy? He could make a complete fool of himself around her, and he would not care so long as there was a smile on her face.
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Post by Vox on Sept 1, 2007 13:38:52 GMT -6
A small, only just noticeable twitch crawled across her face. Sileree gave a groan and her ears pricked, searching for the slightest noise. Standing, suddenly and unexpectedly, she looked around nervously. It couldn't be...It was too soon...She wasn't ready to handle the ordeal all of a sudden.
We should go. She said shortly, her voice harsh and surprisingly authoritative.
It was worded as a suggestion, but in reality it was an order. She flexed her hard muscles and then her face lit in a small smile, hardly there at all.
Before we have to share this moment with...Others.
She hoped he would understand her coded language. Sileree had never been regular in her heats and ever since she was raped, they had become more erratic and unpredictable. From her slight smell, she guessed it would be short. But the length of time was not important, she could still walk away from Beseni full of cubs that were not Thorn's. Crow's face wavered in her mind's eye and she shuddered a little. [/blockquote]
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Post by Lassiel on Sept 1, 2007 19:55:12 GMT -6
His ears nearly dropped a bit when she showed no reaction to him or his words, but then she suddenly stood, and a light scent came to his nose. His nostrils flared, taking in the smell, and a spark of worry entered his gaze. Shouldn't her heat had been over? He thought it would have been...but apparently he had been wrong. He took a small step back as she spoke, her voice surprisingly harsh. What had he done? But then a lingering smile crossed her face, and his own lost the worry in it. He gave a short nod before leaning in to rub against her, ignoring the smell that would call to any other male that wandered these lands. And from the scents he had come across, Thorn knew there was at least one more. But he...well, he had a lifetime with her--there was no need to rush anything.
Of course--wherever you want to go. Giving her cheek a reassuring lick, he spoke easily, though he knew exactly what the trouble could be. He had caught the shudder, and he wondered if another had made an advancement on her. Anger immediately swelled in him at the thought--but he hoped that if something had happened, she would have told him. And besides, he could not detect any other male's scent on her. Now though, he was there to look after her, and if any even looked at her the wrong way, well, they'd have a very angry Thorn on their hands.
Lead the way, Vixen. A teasing smile lingered on his face as he gave her a small nudge. Yes, there was a chance they could come across someone, but that did not mean they could not have fun, so long as they were attentive to their surroundings.
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