Black into shadows...

[Serenade]

Moon rose in a still, silent night. Not one breath of wind stirred the trees, nothing moving within the forest. Stars were extinguished as the silver coin rose higher into the sky, silver spilling over the floor. A shadow flickered at the edge of vision. But nothing is seen. Flickers again. This time, two round chips of ice are sighted, and black she-wolf steps out of the gloom. Her coat is washed out, becoming white, the color of bleached bone. Her muzzle tips skyward and lets loose a call for the owner of the forest. Long lament flows through the trees, carrying far and wide.

[Miragedtheory]

Silence. The forest rest in quiet solace as he watched, great emeralds ever watchful. Motion, a figure, glowing in the midst of the dark trees, then the call brought him to his paws. No response, leaping from the ledge of the rock he charged forward, long strides silent to what he was approaching. Coming upon the creature he stood above her, a she-wolf, scent told him a wandering lycanth. Teeth bared and plume extended he let a low gurgle of a growl, ears pinned and showing dominance of her, she was invading territory and had no pack he knew of, foolish.

Speak your name, vixen.

His words deep and dark, his features matched perfectly, gray shadowed under the black of the markings swirling on his pelt.

[Serenade]

Andra Rio glanced up as the lord of the lands came forth. On swift peek was all it took to tell her who it was. Orion Kamen, the Pack Master, a legend among the Lycanth. Her face remained impassive, betraying no emotion. Lyrics spilled forth, soft, gentle, yet chilling. "Ahhh, Orion Kamen. An honor and a pleasure, I must say" she murmured. He was being hostile, no need for that. She was merely wandering, not belonging to any pack. She had thought of joining Kiera Tala's pack, but the leader was too young, it would have been awkward for the both of them. She held her head high, waiting for his answer. He had shown dominance, and though she was not submiting, she was not being defiant, merely herself. Remembering he had made a request of her, she spoke again. "My name is Andra Rio."

[Miragedtheory]

Dropping back, he allowed his cool nature to show, she was of no harm to him. Head raised his ears returned, plume dropped, her icy tones were something to him, though, every female encounter was sort of something special to him. So many wondered why he was unable to bear young, 300 years sterile was not a good sign, it was causing a deal of grief through the whole Lycanth community, especially among the prized werewolves. She was a black vixen, a beauty in disguise of this false emotion, a mask to shelter her real self. He started a slow circling of her, taking her all in, surely not something offensive to her, but, he was a male, and males had needs. First though he was to find out more about her.

So, Andra is it? Right, what brings me the honor of your presence?

His words were cooler, soothing, he was himself, plain old Orion, and this Orion was just in to find out about her. He had already been rejected once recently, if she desired anything of him she would have to ask outright, he would not put himself in the same position again...

[Serenade]

Cool gaze watched as Orion relaxed his aggressive stance. She listened to his words and a crack appeared in her armor. She smiled slightly. "Kind lord, I am just a wanderer," she said clearly. Her smile widened, her facade falling to pieces. Her normal self started to emerge the more she relaxed. She held still as Orion circled her, her plume swishing idly, waiting for him to speak again.

[Miragedtheory]

Auds perked, a wanderer, he would have to fix that, possibly, though no hasty decisions. He turned his attention to the distance, the sun beginning to make its appearance he longed for home, a small look of distance on his face before he turned back to the vix, emeralds taking in her icy blue gaze.

You know, I'm at a loss for words this early in the morning...care to make a suggestion as to what we should do. I'm curious to meet those in my territory, please, point out and I will follow.

He wasn't always big on being a big bad leader, he liked to take the back seat once in a while.

(Sorry, muse is sleepy!)

[Serenade]

Andra was surprised at his suggestion that she choose what they do. She knew what she wanted to do, but how to say it. Well, might as well get it over with. She sidled close to him, careful to keep a good distance between them. She brought his muzzle close to his soft aud and murmured gently, "I know what I want to do. And you do too."

((mine is sucky too, I have to go to bed to be ready for band camp >.<))

[Miragedtheory]

His plume shot to attention, she was implying something, something he desired desperately...Eyes searched her, no, she was not yanking his chain. He approached her, though in no way would they do anything here, best to try and get something going first. He touched the base of her nape first, muzzle ran down her back, taking her scent, everything, her small abnormalities (Like there were any!), then turning he touched her muzzle with his own, leading away, towards his home. There they would have all the benefits of using more than their wolf forms in such an action. Hopefully she would be a liable partner, one to bear pups for him like so many others before had failed to do.

[Serenade]

A small smile flitted across ebony lips. He understood, she knew he would. She shuddered as he ran his muzzle down her silken body. Holding still while he touched his muzzle to her own, her smile grew wider. She followed as he led, hoping this would be an enjoyable experience, and knowing that it would be.

((Are you starting the thread, or am I?))

[Miragedtheory]

(I will)