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Post by wolfseden on Jul 9, 2009 15:51:28 GMT -5
Kalypso narrowed her eyes at Iki. His amber eyes sparkled mischeviously. What was going on in that head of his? His rather handsome, masculine head...The fae shook her head. They were in the prescence of the Alpha, it was no time to think such thoughts! He made her feel all warm and tingly all over her body. A shiver ran through her, as he looked at her.
Kalypso nipped at his shoulder, a gesture that said 'Not now. We have company.' The fae seemed to move closer, though. Pushing her side fully against his. Her tail wound it's way around his larger white one, keeping close contact with her mate.
'A little contact wouldn't hurt,' she thought. Absently, Kalypso nuzzled her maw into his fluffy, white neck fur and inhaled. His scent always made her relax, one way or another.
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 27, 2009 20:49:44 GMT -5
Mmhm, they wanted to get to know him. Kerrigan held back the urge to roll his eyes good naturedly. It was painfully apparent the two wanted to be alone and deal with the more...uh, physical aspect of being mates. Kerrigan wasn't an idiot or an innocent and he knew very well what the two were thinking. Who needed powers to tell that? He also understood the wish to know him and his pack better. Actually, having everyone together to get to know each other would be a good pack activity. It sounded a little touchy-feely, but a strong pack was one that thought of itself as family. The wolves must be close, and though he considered everyone he ruled over in a protective light, he knew very little about them. Lydia was different and secretive, so she would not participate in any such sharing and caring crap. But he wasn't worried or miffed about this, since the female did her work well and he did trust her despite everything. He'd rather go to the black and red femme to solve problems and had many times before he'd found Zephora.
His tail gave a switch and he let his lime jowls curl into a understanding smile at the two mates in front of him. "Ye both be itching ta ge' on wi' yer relationship. I ken this well, and ye cannae 'ell me differen'," he scolded gently, stretching his long legs forward, blood still beading it in places. He gave a thoughtful lick to one spot of fur, keeping impressive cat-slit eyes on the couple. As he leaned back up he shrugged lightly. "Bu' if ye wish ta 'ge' ta kno'' each other so much, ye can begin the questions," he offered, tilting his head, unsure what anyone would want to know. Yes, it would be good for everyone to be happy and swell around each other, but how was he supposed to know what to ask to get there?
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