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Late Evening Drizzle/Rain 45° F
#1
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09-25-2021, 01:56 AM

The onset pitter-patter of dampened toes along slickened cobblestone, a gentle dragging of plush material—it echoed throughout the windy hallow, accompanied by the lanky-limbed drummer boy. Life had been busy as of late, unpredictable even. It had thrown him curve balls and knockouts, sending him jumping over hurdles on once weakened legs to land him in the middle of nowhere.

Albeit, its vastness hadn't been all that horrible; certainly not considering the life that now boomed through sturdy walls at an almost constant basis. They were steadily growing,  at an alarming pace in his opinion. Oftentimes he found himself asking how he'd gotten here, and as ironic as it might have been to ponder, he had no one else to thank but the witch that helped bore him... And the women that now also, bore him. 

“Meissa, are yew awake?” It wasn't a dreadful hour for the two lovebirds to be seen flocking amuck, but it wasn't he that was swollen with an ill-sent act of love. Not that he regretted it, not fully, that was. “I've 'otten some new bedding, even dried et 'ver the lavender patch Rosemary 'as been growin' by ta 'ot springs.” Would she like the lavender-scented wool? Or would it be too strong for her senses? Bloody, he hoped not.

Though, as usual, his outing had been a rather abrupt one, hadn't it? Having gone out alone to hunt, to kill, to sheer. He had a little help managing it once he'd brought it in, but as he began to walk closer, there was no mistaking the scent of blood on him. His steps had been uneven, hind leg trickling slowly as he'd been pretty positive he'd covered the new hole upon his inner thigh. “Es bouncy bug-free!”



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#2
09-26-2021, 07:57 PM

 Her dreams were of ravens, flocking across the fields. Dark shapes, bobbing heads, gleaming eyes - all set on her. She watched them, jaw set, limbs rigid. Alone, the birds were nothing, but when they covered the earth as if to make it as black as their feathers, they were deadly. Their voices rose, undulating across the grasses that their wings blotted out, shadows pulling life from the greenery.

 Meissa.

 The name stung as it splintered across her, grasping at her with dagger claws and beaks of iron. They grew, rose up like a cloud. The great winged beasts rose higher and began to circle her, a tornado swirling around her, until they dove and

 Her eyes opened, their voices morphing into that of her husband. Realization of reality came slowly. She felt the cold stone beneath her, where she'd curled against the wall. They'd sat here, before, before the insects had swarmed over them and drank their fill. Until they had to rid their nest of their bedding, thrown away and drowned to clear the fleas from them. He was moving closer now, entering their room. She looked at him and for a moment was uncertain, disconcerted by her dream - what was that smell?

 Oh.

 She rose slowly, shaking off sleep and feeling the weight in her stomach remind her of her state. A soft grunt escaped her lips as she pushed past the initial weariness and began to walk towards him, nose drifting approvingly over the bedding he'd brought. “It's lovely.” The smell of lavender was delightful, it called to lull her back to sleep though she could not. The tang in the air drew her closer, cirling around her man and sniffing at his hocks. “You're hurt.”

 The confusion of her dream left her stunned, far fewer words than usual escaping her lips as she inspected his injury and the attempt at medical attention he'd put on it.


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#3
09-29-2021, 02:12 AM

She rose, as did his tail; ever so happily wagging as she waddled closer with bits of God's grace upon her heavy lashes. Those adoring eyes of his intently watching as each step she took seemed drastically delayed, as if her legs were of Atlas, carrying the weight of the world along her shoulders. Meissa, in fact, did that every day she'd entered his life and likely a bit before that, too. She walked hesitantly into his line of sight on a whim and a dream, certainly not a dream to get here one day... At least he imagined so. Though he knew she hadn't regretted it. After all, they were to be wed soon.

“I'm happy yew like et, darlin',” Nose wiggling away heavy scents, limping past her momentarily with the desire to line the barren floor she rested on with something more acceptable. Though, he hadn't made it that far, no. He'd tossed the wool in a hasty attempt to avert her gaze, tucking it in the cozy nook they called their bedroom before he found himself laying down on it.

“It's quite alright, m'bumble, just a little cut, nothin' more.” He wiggled over to his side of the 'bed', dropping his head to in notion to get her to join him on the spot in which she normally lay. Though wandering eyes couldn't help but look back at his aliment, he'd wrapped it, well... The best he could, that was. 



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#4
09-29-2021, 02:35 AM

 He came into her sight like a cool breeze on a hot day, reminding her of why she did all that she did. Why she fought her very mind, why she followed him to the ends of the earth. Even if his mossy eyes didn't remind her with each time they rested upon her - possessive, savage, adoring -, the weight that now grew within herself would do the reminding.

 Yet, he moved past her, steps jolted with limp yet still so strong and able. She followed, inspecting the injury as she trailed behind him on the way back to their den. He'd quickly made his way into the wool he'd brought, hiding his wound and she nosed her way in, smelling. Checking for any sign of infection, smelling wordlessly to see what he'd put on it. She wasn't a healer, she knew nothing of what herbs worked for this sort of thing, but instinct drove her to make her inspections anyways.

 Even if he tried to blow it off.

 Matòk shelì, the moment it has even a hint of infection, I'll be cleaning it out,” she informed him with a huff of hot air as he moved again and indicated for her to join him. With a side-wards glance towards the hole in his leg and a low rumble in her throat, she moved on to curl up alongside him, lapping at his cheek and snout. A soft whine escaped her lips, below her consciousness.

 The shifting of her stomach made her slightly queasy and she licked her lips, shaking her head to herself. “It doesn't quite feel real yet, but it clearly is.” her eyes went to her own plump sides, pressing against his as she tried to settle closer.


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#5
09-29-2021, 03:03 AM

He didn't recoil from her attention, as no amount of protest or ridicule would grant him well tides from her oh-so cruel, cold affection. An adoration he found himself smiling at, holding in a chuckle. Each hour that went over their heads, with every breath that left their lungs... She grew. She lapped at the love he'd managed to plant inside of her and through caring avaricious hands they were planting a garden that hopefully would come to harvest. So, like the good-natured fool he was, he let her nose around his wound, wincing a bit but none spilling a sound. Such is the way of a good to-be husband.

“It should be fine, I rolled in the mud ta stop tha bleedin' 'en I even stuffed some of the wool in it afterward.” A smile, a gleam. Clearly no skilled healer, the man of baby curls and hoofbeats, but he still looked rather proud of the festering party of germs he'd coated himself with. Though the real pride erupted when they finally brought up the subject at hand.

They hadn't spoken of it, but they had acted on it. He wondered if she could smell how strongly he'd been marking, or how suddenly she never went two weeks without fresh linen under her bosom. He had no experience, but he was trying. He hoped it was enough. “Real as the sun does rise...” He sighed with stress and worry, but never did he let it boil over onto her. “Who would'a thought et would be us, hm? Actually, I take that back, I knew.” Grinning, nibbling behind her ear with a few licks.

“There's still o'much tew do, I 'aven't even finished puppy-proofing this floor or marking or... Names! We 'aven't thought of any names!” So much to do for, so many possibilities.



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#6
09-29-2021, 03:20 AM

 He'd tried to clean it with mud and wool? She sighed, a long and excruciating exhale that turned into his neck. “We're going for a dip in the hot spring in a little bit,” she informed him, trying to hold back the incredulous criticisms that wanted to slip through. Oh, her sweet, sweet, idiot. She loved him, truly, but sometimes she just wanted to, well, toss him in the hot spring. In a loving way, of course, she'd never actually want to hurt the man.

 The father of her children.

 Damn.

 At his "who woulda thought," she grinned. She'd lulled on her interest for him for a good bit before finally, well, finally he'd been the one to say something. She was grateful for it, for if it'd been left up to her, they'd probably still be roaming around in the forest doing their jobs with her yearning and him drawing every other woman's attentions. ...Or he'd have asked her why she was acting funny and she would have had to answer truthfully, the idiot she was.

 “Names,” she agreed with a widening of her eyes. What... what kind of names were good ones? “You said you liked ones of your heritage - do you have any examples?” Her head tilted against him, nose tilting up to nuzzle into his fur. Then her eyes flashed over their den. “I've been working on trying to build a wall at the top of the Hiraeth but... there are so many places...”

 So many places a pup could get hurt or killed.


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#7
09-29-2021, 03:40 AM

The boy... No, no, the man? Yes, yes, he was a man now. He didn't entirely feel as such, but he was beginning to. So, maybe, the half-man... hm. Regardless of what he was, he knew how he felt. Confused. His fiancee had sighed one of her famous sighs, the type that made him wag his tail but also clinch his butt. She hadn't popped his little booty yet, so maybe she was merely playfully amused by something he'd done; but then she spoke, and as usual, he'd gotten the wrong idea. “Do I stink?” Inhaling, half-heartedly lifting his leg to draw a few laps over his sheath and then the wound.

He hadn't smelled anything too unusual, but he had been hunting all day. Must have knocked his scent out temporarily. “I guess it couldn't 'urt, been a while since we took a bath... Days 'er gettin' colder, might be good fer yer... Thickness. Chuckling, hiding his face in the wool as he snorted softly to himself. She was still talking, which was normal for her, but how was he supposed to think of baby names when all he could think about was his baby? Mei, that was. “Built like a stone den, ya are. Thicker than molasses.”



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#8
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09-29-2021, 03:53 AM (This post was last modified: 09-29-2021, 04:00 AM by Meissa. Edited 1 time in total.)
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 He didn't quite get it and, for the sake of not starting an argument, she gave a little chuckle and a shake of her head. “No, you smell fine.” If a little sweaty. Which, well, carried his pheromones well so it was actually pretty attractive. “It'll clean you, elsewise you'll have mud-bugs that make your leg fall off.” And, frankly, she preferred his leg being part of his body and not falling off. It was a cute leg and she pawed at its foot gently, even as the man was reaching back to try clean up a little. She watched him, wondering how exactly the injury had even happened.

 “Next time, could you please try to hunt the ones that won't hurt you?” The ones with no horns or with limps or, well, the ones he might be able to chase off the hill. Oh. Wait. Now that she was building a wall, it was harder to chase sheep off the edge. Fuck's sake.

 He started to tease her for her girth and she grinned, jaws opening to gnaw affectionately at whatever part of his face she could reach. “I'll show you thick!” She then swung a paw over him to try to straddle the man and squish him with her thickening sides. She was clearly not offended, her tails wagging excitedly as she tried to playfully smother her man into the bed he'd just gathered up for them.

 Then she chuckled, thoughts turning. Her playful nips turned to the root of his ear and she whispered, “Not as thick as you.” This was accompanied with a lick to his cheek and then a giggle as she undoubtedly toppled off of him, back into the softness of the wool.


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#9
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09-29-2021, 04:29 AM
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Poor sweet Lynnie was simply trying to understand the concept of these so-called "mud-bugs" before his entire world was blotted out by the warmth of his lovers arse colliding with his sense of reality. The man had been baptized in the ass, buttized if you will. He only had the willpower to muster a few feeble whimpers, his tail slapping the sides of the walls, pitiful growls seeping through the fur that was now crowding his muzzle.

For a moment, she let off, and in that second did he pop out to catch a breath of air. Already hot and flustered was the silly bloke, though this was due to play. Albeit... changed when she uttered to him. A sweet gasp of air upon his nape. Oh? Why must she taunt him?

His ears and something else, perked. Finding himself buried deeper within the wool than before, not purely based on the fact she'd tried to smother him. He was hiding now, though he wasn't fully aroused, just... Interested. How could he not be? She was his wife! Yet, as he turned to look at her, he felt that familiar hot heat latch onto him. “Look at ya, over dere, bein' a tease.” A bit of laughter left him, teeth pulled in a face that showed he was uncomfortable with this new feeling. It hadn't been her, but the wound suddenly had less room to breathe and he shifted his back to her so that he could... Adjust himself. 

His sheath was swelling, and with a gentle nose did he ignore it to lap at the bleeding ailment. “Yur a lil bugger.” Speaking, leg still lifted, chest wiggling with amusement. 



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#10
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09-29-2021, 04:45 AM
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 The devious mistress grinned, teeth clipping playfully into his fur. Her mate looked over at her, his eyes carrying a familiar heat though there was something else there too. A twinge of pain, held by a slight tension in his face? She thought to ignore it then decided she would go the middle route. “Only for you,” she replied with a smile, though it faltered with his expression.

 His back was to her now and she gave a soft grunt, shifting so she could place her head upon his shoulder, peering down over his flank at the injury he groomed.

 It was bleeding now, more than before, and she frowned into his curls. So caught up in her play, she'd forgotten it for a moment - and a moment too late. “Shall we go wash it now?” she asked. “Might make it feel better.” The warmth might soothe both the injury and other things which she figured would be ignored in the current moment anyways.


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#11
09-30-2021, 01:41 AM

He'd felt her move in to watch him, that freckled face peering over sloped shoulders. The act of covering, like most of the things he'd done, had been rather foolish. He didn't truly expect to hide from her which she already knew, had he? Even the king himself found a chuckle of pity climbing his throat, wiping blood from around his loins before steadily closing his thighs. “If yew think a dip might help, then of course.” At the least it couldn't make it any worse, not unless she decided to scold him once more for the treatment he gave it.

A momentary rattle clung to sore legs, but eventually, he rose alongside her; pressing firmly into thickened furs of early autumn to not merely ease his own departure but hers, too. The walk they took together, side by side, had been less timely. Not that their faces showed any amount of care nor rush. Tender movements showed little need for deadlines, as their desires to be close had already been achieved, thus as minutes went by, they simply clung to each other in silence.

Later than sooner had their destination reached darkened paws, and he stood idle at the warm bank for her to enter. He didn't wish to make her feel out of sorts, but she probably knew he was waiting in case she needed help sliding in. “Ladies first.” With a smile, tail wagging lazily.



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#12
09-30-2021, 01:59 AM

 When the soldier caught traces of truth, she followed them. Nose leading her down the thin threads, no matter how tattered they were, no matter how frayed. She moved back as he shifted himself to rise, watching with hardly masked concern though she did not speak the words that rang in her heart. She would not scold him.

 Yet as he rose, she rose also, her fur brushing against his as they stood. As they walked, down the corridor and towards the hot spring.

 Finally, they arrived and she regarded the water. How long had it been, since they'd first made love here? Since they'd claimed it over and over again as theirs? Now, love-making wasn't on her mind, but it was still intrinsically tied to the place. If any other wolf were to arrive here, to delve into their secret place... it would be a violation. She would bring no stranger here, but what of Flynn? Did he feel the same way? Or had he already plans to float upon the waters with Solomon, Olive, who else.

 She tabled the thought as she moved, smiling back at him and offering him a kiss on the cheek as she entered the water.

 It swept over her like a gentle caress, a reminder of her morality as it lapped over her maw and was blown from her nostrils. The water held her loosely, though it enveloped her so entirely. Tongue drew over her lips as she turned to look at her king. “Come in, the water's lovely.” Hopefully, it would be enough to wash his wound clean and keep his use of his legs.


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#13
09-30-2021, 04:19 AM

Minor hesitation kept him sated, standing with a lovers affection reflected in mossy hues. The more he gazed, the longer he held it close, the hotter under the collar he appeared—her eyes extinguishing his beating heart, lashed coated with the childlike innocence that loomed over her head. He hadn't been the only fool in this relationship, and he certainly hadn't been the only adolescent. Perhaps their age didn't mimic their true intentions, but that was mighty fine. They were content, happy. He'd bet they were likely the luckiest fools around.

“Is et?” His head shook to her, slipping into an embrace of weightlessness. Oftentimes he wondered if the sheer volume of his coat would suck him under, but believe it or not, it appeared to be featherlight. Locks of earthy shades sprang upward, floating out within the current like tiny serpents. Within it did a splash of red pigment the depths, followed by an oddly gruff, Fuckin' hell. It stung. He couldn't recall the last time the springs had been cleaned if there was even away.

What exactly had he put in it? 

“Well... Aren't yew the cutest lil water cow I ever did see.” He... Would have called her a hippo but that sounded more offensive and Oliver didn't know if Flynn would even know what that was.



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#14
09-30-2021, 10:08 PM

 She saw him watching her, eyes drawn to his. Unwavering, longing for him to join her so she could be with him, close to him. So she could be with him, wash him, care for him as he cared for her as she had cared for him. They were in a perpetual cycle, doting on one another through injury and pain. Through sickness and health.

 Wasn't that what love was?

 He joined her in the water as if an angel come to earth, his curls sweeping up along the surface of the water and swirling around him. His face contorted in a brief flash of pain and she moved towards him, concern pressed in her brow. Yet, he continued, his ever so playful voice teasing her. She smiled, dipping lower in the water so it bubbled up around her cheeks. “Your words are mooving,” she said with a nod that sent soft splashes around her face, revealing the shit-eating grin on her face.

 Then she swayed, moving through the water to approach him, snout gently moving some of his floating curls. “How does my darling king feel? I'm sure wrestling with the sheep was no easy task.” Especially since it was clear by now one of them had been a ram - unless he'd found some other sharp object to stab into his leg. Could their hooves? “Our nest will be all the better for it, thank you.”


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#15
10-02-2021, 07:39 PM

Tired, the king felt tired. Little known to those he shared a home with had his far-ventured limbs flown atop sunbleached fields. Scouting, stealing bits of information on the cycles of wayward females, marking heavily along once scentless lands, chasing the herds of prey until he'd eventually caught what he suspected to be an elder ram. Cultured or not, the bugger had folded him like a lawn chair, sending him upward in the skies with a heavy fling of his armoured head. If he had known, mayhaps he wouldn't have stalked it for so long, but the payoff made it worthwhile.

It had taken him all but a half-day to drag the corpse back, most of his time drained by the cleaning and sheering of the animal rather than the travel itself. He wasn't old, nowhere close, but to have carried a meal upon his spine for hours... Well, his groans of pleasure, the feeling of tense muscles unraveling... He was at peace.

“A bit knackered, Moossa.” Paddling towards her, resting his head on her shoulder with a cheeky tug of her scruff. He'd gotten comfortable, splaying his back legs until he was floating in a funny position. “Yew must be tired with all those calves on tha way... Wonder 'ow that 'appened...”



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#16
10-05-2021, 01:53 AM

 The so-called water cow grinned back at her lover as he came towards her, taking her scruff playfully. She blew bubbles in the water as he shifted into a comfortable floating position, one she looked on at with wonder. If she were to try to float, the dense woman would sink right to the bottom, pups and all. Were his curls helping to catch air to hold him afloat?

 Meissa might have been a scentist, but she was not a scientist.

 At his last jibe, she chuckled softly, mooving her head and lapping gently at his cheek as to not disturb his delicate float. “I've had rest - you haven't. Your muscles must be so sore,” She hadn't known exactly how long that he'd been gone from their nest, locked in her own slumber. “Would you like me to soothe them?” she asked, brows rising. She might not have quite the same delicate touch as a feline, but she could try her best.


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#17
10-07-2021, 11:12 PM

His eyes rolled playfully, taking hold of her own scruff with a few soft yanks. For a moment, his front limbs moved as if he were to mount her, but he was merely roughhousing with his lovely pet manatee. From what he had studied with an intense amount of love, the wild Mei-atee was a peaceful creature, likely monogamous based on recent breeding habits. They were rather anxious, talkative animals with no real social regard other than being with one other individual, normally a curly-headed deer-beast... Luckily, he happened to be one of those rare monsters.

His internal monologue had made him chuckle, only pondering what their kids would look like.

“Guess I stayed up a lil tew late, honest thought ya were gonna leave again.” Admittedly spoken, pulling away from her side with a quick lick that pressed firmly to her temple. He slinked onto the bank, shaking a bit though it didn't do much with how curly and dense his fur had started to become. “Ah... Are you a masseuse? Or should I say... Moosseuse? He hunkered down, resting his head atop his paws to watch her paddle around.


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#18
10-08-2021, 12:44 AM

 She yipped playfully as his teeth connected with her scruff, her fore paws lifting off the stone floor momentarily. After churning in the water, they caught rock again and she pant-smiled, tails wagging lazily behind her and sending ripples across the surface. His kiss upon her brow was accepted with a turning of her skull into it, bubbles again blowing from partially submerged nostrils. He was pulling away again and she followed.

 “I'll always return to you,” she said quietly, though plenty loud enough to be heard in this empty chamber. If the man looked at her, he would see in her eyes that it was the truth.

 Mood shifting back to playful, she smiled and followed suit, shaking off her own fur. She was no where near as curly as he, her fur settling in waves if anything. She took on the poise of a pompous cow, or more likely a horse, and said in her most snooty voice, “I'll have you know, I was the finest moosseuse in my herd. Top of my class.” She was only able to get through half of it before giggles made their way through the words.

 Now that he was settled down, she approached him and began nosing about his back, feeling for knots. Upon finding some, she lifted a paw and gently began to knead against his back by rotating her paws and pressing the tips of her toes and her dulled claws into his back gently. Imagine this actually working, please.


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#19
10-11-2021, 05:12 PM

It would now appear the wildlife behaviourist, Flynn, would have more immaculate information to add to his encyclopedia on the wild Mei. She had the capability of kneading, much like a cat, though her movements were heavier and it was an odd section of him she'd picked to work on. Somehow her beans had found their way to his bum, which he supposed made sense because he couldn't entirely reach it.

Every now and then he'd give a little yip, though it wasn't her fault his arse had tightly matted fur. Just wait until she saw his belly!

“How much do yew charge? Can I leave a tip?” Was that a suggestive joke? Maybe... But he sort of wanted some belly rubs. He was still a canine after all, thus, he rolled over, tail wagging.


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#20
10-13-2021, 04:19 PM

 After discovering the mats in his fur, she had begun to try to gently chew them out. What have you been rolling in? she wondered silently as she tried to remove some of the dense sections of fur without pulling on his skin. She wished she knew something that would soothe out the fur without having to go through this process.

 At the joke, her eartips turned bright red and she grinned, poking him with a claw.

 “Free, for you!” Once he was rolled over, she began the kneading process on his belly, pat pat pat pat pat rub pat. She even offered a kiss or two upon his rib cage, tails wagging behind her.

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