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It was uncertain on whether Tiberius held an affinity for finding troublesome cats -- one he had managed to turn into peace and finding that oddly, despite his stress, he had enjoyed the first cat. If he looked past the trouble he had causes at the start, of course. The other cat... the one that had taken near enough half his cheek, well Tiberius hoped it bled out from its own injuries. He had been hoping to come across its corpse but alas, he had not.

Kuhn was... a strange thing for Tiberius. He trusted barely anyone, Reiko currently being the only one that held a sliver of trust in the titans eyes but it wasn't that he distrusted him. The cat had been willing to listen, to talk and exchange point of views, something that Tiberius had been ultimately glad for. So that alone had warranted something akin to respect, but trust?

That was difficult to come by. Still, he was more than happy to coexist with the cat, now that it had been straightened out. It would certainly be a cause for worry if the cats scent suddenly disappeared, he mused. Whatever would take out the feline would not stop there. Yet that was not a fate that had come to reality, so tiberius tried to not think on it.

Actively the man attempted to turn a blind eye to the strange atmosphere that Shiroshika held, unwilling to dip his nose uninvited to anyones business if it didn't include the safety and integrity of the pack, its members and the borders integrity. A good thing too, for Tiberius was not the wolf one went to for relationship advice. He had none under his belt, thanks. Though he had plenty experience with fiery, infuriating women who toed the line of possessive and protective.

Now, though, he was standing before the ice with a look of annoyance. His body screamed for rest but his throat yearned for hydration. Tilting his head he eyed his healing shoulder, wondering if it would hurt the healing if he were to bash his weight with his paws into the ice. Narrowing his molten gaze, Tiberius puffed his cheeks up.
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Olive, too, had a cat problem. The tiny woman had broken free from The Hireath — after quite a long stint at home, thank you very much — and she headed north, as she almost always did when embarking on travel, or absconding on some new adventure. Her keeper had stayed true to her word; Benry had not left her side, as he had indeed promised, and as truly unfortunate as that was. Olive found the feline to be a slight nuisance, with his inability to take anything seriously, and a near-constant talk of drugs and crime. Still, she mostly put up with him, and amended her life to accommodate his preferences. The woman shared her knowledge of plants, but medicines seemed a prickly subject for him, so most of the time, Olive found she had a hard time relating to her new friend.

Olive had decided that she was in dire need of a vacation, and her soul lusted north, towards the cold and frigidity on the oncoming season. The woman was willowy and lithe and not made for the hearty north, but she intensely enjoyed the chill in its infancy. When winter came into it's fullest, it was almost a certainty that the summer-built woman would keep more to her plains, and perhaps retreats to the deserts for respite instead.

Still, she found the mountains and the snow to have a pull that she decided to indulge. One day, the woman simply didn't come home — and it was likely that she wouldn't return for several days, or perhaps a week or more, as was wont to do from time to time. Snarkily, as she traversed the landscape, Olive could not help but wonder how this might irk the cat, left amongst the sinkhole and the wolves who lives with him, and she pondered what repercussions might befall her for her insolence. She half-expected him to turn up here now, somehow, carefully following her tracks as if he were a scenthound himself. But, it wasn't Benry she found around the corner of that northern mountain that day. It was someone else entirely.

He stood out so starkly from the landscape, so unlike her own pale pelage, that it was almost impossible to not see him. The sylph, also eager for a drink, trotted up the dark obelisk who stood abreast the frozen water's edge. She slowed to a halt several yards away, bowing her nose, hoping he wouldn't mind if she also drew benefit from his soon-to-be hard work.

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Tiberius reached forward with his paw, leaning on his bad shoulder -- because why wouldn't he -- and scraped his claws against the Ice with a pondering look. His healer would likely be displeased with him should he hinder his healing journey yet... he found that for the moment, he cared little for anyones opinions. Going out of his way to try and care for opinions had gotten him here in the first place, for a Pack that was mostly held up of creatures who wandered away all the time and could not defend themselves with anything better than a squeal. 

It was unfair, he supposed, thinking of the girl that Vera had harmed. Could he be blamed, truly? He was alone in Shiroshika with sole responsibility of guarding and protecting and no one seemed to aim to make his job any easier. He stared at the ice he ha scraped, molten gaze veering off as he looked for the weaker points of the ice. He stepped, pressing a portion of his weight upon his paw and with no complaint from the ice, Tiberius curled his lip and pulled back. Too thick, he thought.

He needed weaker.

The marred man stepped away, skulking alone the side where snow touched ice and calculative, he stared. There, he thought, just along the bank was a cracked it of ice, fractures lining the surface and Tiberius' lip quirked up into a lazy smirk as he pat himself on the back for his find. Before it he stood, rolling his shoulders and despite a small grimace that lined his face, he thought his shoulder was not hurting too badly for him to abandon his cause.

Situating himself, the titan reared up onto his hind legs and brought down his weight upon his forepaws onto the ice. Tiberius' ears twitched to the sharp, scratching sound of ice slicing against ice. Again, he reared up and brought the very same thick weight upon it, over and over until his paws touched the breaking ice and were engulfed briefly in the shivering cold water. Tiberius braced himself on his hind paws, ensuring he did not go face first into the break in the ice. The titan, as he pulled back to shake out his fur before he'd go in to quench his thirst, caught something out the corner of his eye.

White but not snow, a wolf but not Reiko nor Izumi -- she lacked the darker markings to be the Lady. Awkwardly he shifted his weight to angle his body towards her, chin rising as he appraised the white-wolf. "Ah, sorry luv, ain't see ya there," he rumbled to her, ears perking as his molten gaze wondered over her. "Ya uh-- lookin' fer a drink?" that was the kind thing to do, wasn't it? He wanted to grumble to himself for his growing manners but he remained there, watching her.

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Dinner, and a show! The sylph watched, gilded-green eyes a-twinkle, as the man sought after and searched for the perfect patch of ice. One place was not deemed good enough, but another was subsequently approved, and Olive watched with no small amount of amusement as the titan reared back and used his legs — powerful and thick, like young, sinewy tree trunks — to chip away at holes in the ice. It was often Olive's innate instinct to drink from rivers, but it was not so often that she encountered frozen water, so the dove watched; and she attempted to learn.

With the ice cracked and their coffers now full, the shadowman allowed his finely-honed attention to stray enough to notice her presence; she hadn't been close as she watched his theatre, but she hadn't been far away either. Olive couldn't help but snicker at his surprise; perhaps her pale coat veiled her more readily amongst the snows than it did amongst the golden plains. More than she had expected it to.

Even though the witch stepped forward, she lowered her head in deference. "Sir, I wouldn't dream of slaking my thirst before you," she negotiated emphatically. "I am here to merely leach off of your handiwork," she said in both jest, and in seriousness — but with a glimmering smile nonetheless. It would have been difficult for the woman, in all her diminutive stature, to procure the results that he had; but seeing as the river was an ever-flowing gift from the Gods, she was not truly leaching. They could both have their fill; and this was something the wolves she found amongst the Plains simply did not understand.

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She was a polite thing, he noted as the word sir shivered his spine like it did every goddamn time in a way that he had yet to understand. He dipped his nose as he peered at her through molten lenses, wondering if her manners were well practiced or if she was truly a woman of forethought. It didn't matter, he supposed, he didn't want to worry and think -- it was all he had been doing. His marred, torn lips quirked at the edges in amusement as he appraised her, "ya manners gonn' letcha take a drink first when i've told ya ta?" Tiberius inquired roughly, an ear flicking as he watched her.

He was a lot of things but the man would not seek to withhold water from her, in all of her well thought out leaching. "Go on, girl," the titan encouraged as he stepped away from his handiwork, "tha water will dry up by tha time ya wannit if yah don't move now." It wouldn't, but his words were lined with play as he tilted his head to her. He was being a gentleman. It didn't hurt that she had softened his resolve with the use of that treacherous word -- she served a purpose. Distraction.

Tiberius had exhausted all of his ability to be the man that he had shaped himself to be within the ranks of Shiroshika, today he would allow himself to be without all the restraints and lessons he had been working on. His tail flicked behind him as he waited, watching to see if the white wolf would need him to further the distance from the water for her to decide she would come forth. ^^

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Even though she wasn't aware of it, Olive was just fine being a distraction. In fact, she too, was looking for a distraction. The thing that had kept her flitting from pack to pack her whole life was a hearty fear of boredom (in fact, it was that very urge that had driven her to the tundra in the first place). The first few months anywhere were always an adventure of learning new customs and peoples, but once the newness ran its course, Olive's wandering eye usually got the best of her.

At least Little Haven was supportive and understanding of her wanderings. Some weren't , and it often meant those relationships were short. Olive understood it, as it was no fault of their own; after all, a packmate who was never around was of limited value.

So it was with some degree of conviviality that Olive acquiesced to the stranger's polite urging that she go first. "My manners would be just fine with that," she stated resolutely as she strode forward to fill the space he had created at the water's edge. The druid was immediately struck by his accent (there might still be cultures and custom yet to learn!) pondered it briefly as she lowered her head to drink. As the cool water was drawn into her eager mouth, she passed a thought that he, with his black coat, was as mis-matched with the snowy environment as she was living in the dark underground. When she had finished (though she would certainly imbibe fully and fill her belly entirely before she departed), Olive raised her head and drifted back to afford him room to drink — but only the same amount of space that he had allowed her.

It was during this transition that she espied his half-healed wounds. "If you are in need of a healer—" the pale druid couldn't help but mentioning, "I have some skill in the art." She wouldn't flatter herself and call herself a master in herbs and nursing, but she was pretty damn close. It looked like he was out of the woods and well enough to travel, so certainly it had to have been tended to by someone.

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^^ Convincing the maiden was not hard. Whether it was the pull to remain polite or whether she had genuinely genuinely issues with Tiberius' demand, he didn't know. She strode forward in certain strides, not an inch of her twitching with nerves. His molten gaze remained upon her as no words of complaint escaped her lips, no requests for him to move further away as she gave into vulnerability and dipped her mouth to the icy water.

Closer, he could see she was a little thing. A slender slip of a woman that had his head tilting; were all the little women drawn to the harsh tundra? Tiberius quirked a silvery brow at the thought, though noted she would have a better chance as camouflage given the delicate whites and greys of her fur. Unlike him who one could see from a mile off. Once more he found the size of her endearing; there was something that pulled at him when he stood by one so dainty. She pulled back, having her fill and offering him the same limited amount of space he had awarded her for him to quench his own thirst. Tiberius had been about to move when she began to speak, his gaze, heated with fire, settled upon her as his shoulders bunched up in minor discomfort.

She didn't speak ill of them, only offering her services if he required it. Did they still look fresh, he wondered, for her to think on him needing more? His tongue pressed against his teeth in thought, he knew no matter what he was to do that there would be harsh scarring and Reiko had tended to him easily but... Tiberius wondered if this waif would do anything different. "M'Empress been tendin' ta it," he rumbled as he stepped towards the water, thick paws crunching the snow beneath his pads. He eyed her as he stopped before the water, "whaddya think ya can do ta it, luv?" Tiberius inquired gruffly, lowering his silvery mouth to the water and his tongue slipped out to lap at the icy cold water.

It travelled down his throat shockingly and he rumbled his approval at the sensation, his teeth almost singing at the touch of ice water. Pulling back, he stared at her as he ran his tongue along his marred lips and caught any wayward droplets. Rearing his head back, he would stand facing her grunting, "g'on, if yah want. Take a look darlin'." If she wanted to inspect his healing wounds and see if she could make any ammendments, she could as he would lower his head down at an easier level for the little lady. ^^

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As most were, the titan was eager to undergo the scrutiny of another nursemaid. Folks with true skills in herbalism were few and far between, but even still, Olive liked to believe she offered something different, more special. But that was her own opinion, of the craft she had developed for herself; and why wouldn't she train herself in something she was proud of? Either way, Olive understood the psycho-somatic nature of the body and how one's energy, and their physicality, were connected. It was why rotten souls often inhabited bodies that were also rotten, it was why Olive believed she had maintained pretty good health almost her entire life, and it was why this man's cheer and contentment was of utmost importance in his healing journey.

As a druid who was wholly committed to healing in whatever form, she would do what was needed to truly help her patient.

So Olive stepped forward at the shadowed man's behest and she moved closer to his shoulder, the first wound to catch her eye. The sylph saw how the flesh had long-since stitched itself back together, and his dark skin was beginning to grow back in a raised scar. Truthfully, Olive gleaned this information from where she had been standing just moments prior, but Olive was a most familiar creature, and she was road-weary and starved for touch, and kind interactions with strangers. Her jade-green eyes flicked upwards, towards his roughhewn face, almost as if to ask permission — but she pressed the cold, black leather of her nose into the nascent scar anyways. Underneath felt firm and not overly-hot, nor did she scent any lingering infection. The bastard was fine, and she no longer had a reason to be so near.

The sylph could not help the smile that melted across her maw as she wheedled backward a pace or two. "Your Empress knows what she's doing," Olive commended, giving credit where credit was due. "You're healing just fine." This, honestly, came as a relief. Too often the work of Godly wolves was full of sadness and loss, but at least this situation seemed to have a happy outcome for the brute. "I could prescribe some herbs for any lingering pain, but at this point, the work of healing is more focused on your long-term mobility. You must be gentle with yourself," Olive regarded him with a playfully narrow gaze, as he clearly had not been gentle with himself — and they both knew it.

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He was still as the little wolf stepped to him, her green gaze focused upon his shoulder. His lip twitched as she came close, stepping into his personal space -- one that he had barely afforded her when she was drinking -- to do exactly as he had given her permission to. Tiberius was not quite used to someone else being close enough to him when he was not in the throes of battle or accompanying Reiko to the Gardens.

Tiberius kept his body ready for a sneak attack, not that he thought one would happen but one could never be too sure, could they? He knew that even one in such a delicate form such as hers would have the ability to turn into demons. It had been a time since he had been in the company of a creature that was not beneath his protection. He was not a beast that had plenty of interactions outside of his job, finding himself a prime example of awkward when it came to interacting.

He had plenty of annoying bastards in his past to give him a good reason to never want to socialise, though, so he didn't let himself harbour too much of the blame. Still, it was rare one that was not Reiko stood so close and Tiberius found himself almost holding his breath as he watched her as she assessed his shoulder. Moments later her startling green gaze would lift, seeking the marred flesh of his face.

Tiberius almost flinched with her gaze to close to it, knowing that whilst his body was made for battle and scars, that not many would likely peer upon him and not feel queasy. A healer, though, was made for gazing upon brutality. It felt wrong, to be in her pristine presence whilst he was... him. Tiberius swallowed as the cold touch of her nose pressed against the fresh scarring, his lip quivering as he furrowed his silvery brows.

Tension speared up and down his spine as she investigated the healing wound and when she pulled away, the beast almost complained. He was healing just fine beneath Reiko's care, something he supposed he had already known but... Tiberius was not above saying he had been interested in the company of one who had not given him countless stress. A touch that was not of battle was one that came so rarely and to have it be from a lady such as she, well... the titan could not fault the interaction.

Caught out upon the doctors words, Tiberius' lip quirked up at the edge in a smirk, "tha' weren't gentle, luv?" the titan mused in a low rumble, eyeing her own playful gaze. "I figure is worth it, given tha fact it 'elped ya," he hedged, tossing the words out there for her own interpretation. Whether it was true or if it were play, that was up to her. "Ain't sure wha' gentle is at this point, darlin'," Tiberius mused as he rolled his shoulders, there was no time to be gentle. His job required constant movement and vigilance, his body always on the go. 

Still, he'd take her playful orders gladly. ^^

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Olive, as young as she was in this life, had yet realized a part of her that would persist through her endless series of re-births, lives and deaths: she had a thing for black guys. What Olive didn't understand as an innate part of her soul, she began to glimpse now, in the way her pulse quickened and the way she felt so small and delicate next to him, as if she flower growing out of/adjacent to a sheer rocky cliff. There were few things that excited her outside of medicines and prayers; the way that this particular rush made her feel light and bubbly was, at first, quite addicting. It shone through the smile the danced on her visage, and the softness of her stature (this was not customary, being strangers and all), and in the way that she felt timorous by his stature and his scarring and the dark, inky mess of his fur — and at the same time, totally at ease and playful. Confusing, right?

Either way, Olive couldn't stymie the giggle that proceeded her small little retort. "No, I would say not," she said laughingly, thinking momentarily how silly it was to take such risk, with an injury that might have limited his mobility. Where would a warrior be, without his ability to engage in battle? "It was nothing of the sort," the woman concluded, with an innate warmth to her voice that believed in the gentle creature that lay beneath any scarred exterior. It was always there, and even though Olive had long-since realized it was not always her job to uncover the lovely heart that lay at the core of beasts. Some wolves were too far gone, or required a heavy hand and stern voice in order to be guided; both of which, Olive had little patience for. Cautiously, Olive found herself musing this one might be worth her attentions and efforts.

She couldn't help but blush at the idea that risking hurting himself was worthwhile, since it had helped her. She turned a pale cheek, looking towards the spot they had both drank from. "Besides pulverizing frozen rivers," she began, "There are other things you can do to speed up your convalesce," This was a joke, soon evinced by a wag of her tail and her playful suggestions of "Like push boulders uphill, and leaping off trees."   

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Tiberius was a lot of things but one could not say he was blind to everything. He perhaps did not understand it completely, being the man who held terrible luck and not a lot of experience with the feelings but he understood that he quite liked having the little medic in his company. Despite the white and greys that decorated her, she felt... earthen. Like the very life of the world flowed in her green depths, her presence warming and somewhat a comfort. Were all Medics like this, he wondered, or if this was purely her.

The smile sat on her lips, gracing her delicate features and making Tiberius think that she was made for it, that look in particular. The little medic seemed at ease in his own presence and the titan thought it quite the feat given how... ghastly he looked now. The beauty and the beast, he thought dryly.

Tiberius' ears perked to the sound of her giggle, the sound a blessing to his ears as he watched her. His lip quirked in amusement, his own chuckle trying to breach the borders but he swallowed it down, not wanting to drown out the sound of her whimsical laughter. "Maybe a lil' gentle," he wagered in a rumbling tease, the tone of her voice warming the tips of his ears. She had a way of telling him without being patronising, not thinking him to be brawn without a brain to back himself up -- even if he hadn't been making ideal decisions in breaking the ice with a healing body.

Observing the small changes in her expression with every emotion she reacted with was something that Tiberius was finding interesting. She was emotive, expressive with the way she carried herself but still maintaining an elegance that he wondered if was practiced or born with. The little medic turned her startling gaze to the opening in the ice where he had forced his way through, her vocals humming in his ears once more.

The titan could not help but chuckle then, the sound rumbling from his tongue as he dipped his head towards her, "careful luv, yah gonn' convince me real easy," he mused lowly, "I suppose it'd give me an excuse ta request yah aid, though." Tiberius tilted his head to the side as he grinned at her, toothy and boyish as he spied her wagging tail. His own twitched in enjoyment, finding her wit easy to return.

"Ain't so sure i's flexible enough ta leap off trees," he hummed in thought, "so I guess tha' limits me a bit, innit?" Tiberius snorted as he pulled his head back from her personal space, appraising her with a look of interest. "Ah, shit darlin', 'ere I am almost beggin' fer yah 'ealin' touch an' I ain't even given yah me name," he tutted, shaking his own as his lips remained quirked to her. "M'names Tiberius if yah wanna fergive me rudeness," behind him, his tail gave a tentative wag, the action almost foreign. ^^

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As the little witch fell more deeply into this truly present state, she became aware of her body and how it filled space and time. She felt her toepads press against the cold density of the permafrost, and her nose as it exhaled tiny huffs of warm steam. She could feel her ears and how the paraded her emotions in the way they pressed forward, eager to receive his words. It was almost as if she could feel his voice as the vibrations of which entered her being, the upticks and downturns of his drawl lodging themselves in a very real place within her. Even more subtle, she observed how her blood and her energy thrummed, and how her breath felt somehow stuck and fluttering behind her breastbone. Olive was aware of all of these things, just as she was aware of his gaze, and how he watched her, and how he rolled his thick laughter in the back of his throat like it was a fine whiskey. Olive felt so aligned and present, that she... appeared most natural, as one tended to be whenever in their flow state, save for a slight batting of her eyelashes (which could simply not be helped, not one bit).

Olive dipped her chin in her customary greeting of deference. "Well met, Tiberius." Pulling her gaze upwards to meet his gaze of flames, the nameless woman introduced herself. "I am Olive, druid of Little Haven," she offered inanely, as her packlands were far from here, and the name of Little Haven and their tiny dramas likely carried no weight here. Olive certainly didn't know the name of any packs in these parts, and from the scent he carried, he was of a thriving colony. He had an Empress, and everything. "I'm... far from home," the dove admitted, suddenly feeling small amongst the vast whiteness of the tundra. This ungrounded sense encouraged her towards the corporeal reality that stood like a stone in front of her; except, that stone had fur that looked so familiar, and possessed a warmth and a softness that Olive deeply sought to bolster her own dying fires. How long had it been since she had been looked upon without condescension? It was difficult to be consistently ridiculed, called a liar, for the path her life wove. It hadn't been her choice to be this way, she didn't desire to glimpse the fates—

If this was what a simple happiness felt like, then Olive decided she might as well lean into it. and she would do it in the only way she knew how: to ask, albeit ironically. "I'll forgive your rudeness, only if..." Olive's tail ceased to sway as her words floated from her lips, into the air, and dissolved into the ether. "Only if you beg for my touch, once more."

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The titan felt acutely aware of his own breathing as he stood beneath her forest green stare, watching him watch her. Almost nervously he ran his tongue along his marred lips, the pink flesh wetting the deep chunks of messing flesh in an almost self conscious way. It was an entrancing, the way her lashes fluttered and made his stomach twist, his tongue settling back behind his teeth as he wondered why such a minute action was enough to make him falter. Tiberius had little experience with women and even less with women who were not filled with a burning rage. She was otherworldly, he thought, something about her seemed to transcend this atmosphere.

Polite and mannerful as she dipped her head, dropping his name from her tongue and causing his molten gaze to flicker. Olive, she said, and he would not have guessed that for her name but found that he liked it; it suited her. Unlikely was it that he would often use it if they were to meet again, having an affinity for giving little nicknames to the wolves he found himself comfortable around. She brought him both comfort and nerves. It was minorly disappointing that she held the title of someone else's Pack but he supposed that he should have guessed it by the diluted scents that clung to her own body. "Druid," he rumbled, "fittin'."

Far from home, was she? He eyed her quietly, "lost? Or by choice?" The titan questioned lowly, silvery brows pulling together as he realised that if she returned back, it was unlikely that the two would find themselves here again. A shame, he thought, finding himself with no complaints of her company -- the opposite, in fact. It explained why the scents were so diluted, barely there. For she was far from home, a little medic wandering the tundra like a little snow hare in comparison to the vast snowy land.

Tiberius was hanging onto her words with perked ears, she would forgive his rudeness, she said. At what cost? He did not need to wait, for the little medic had strung her words together in a way that had his ears roaring. He stared down at her with his eyes glistening with a roaring fire, wondering if she had meant to make it sound so... fuck, what was the word? Tiberius didn't know if she had but it was the way it had reached his ears and it made him shift on his paws. She wanted him to beg. Tiberius had found that he liked the power, he had liked it when he had been called sir and it had ignited a fire in him that the inexperienced titan hadn't known could roar.

Yet... he wanted to allow her this, because it was pulling at his seams to give her as she requested, if only to see what she would do next. He looked at her, his marred features  heavy with warmth. Tiberius was inclined for a moment to step closer, something in him wanting to test the waters with the little medic. He hadn't... tested the waters before, was he reacting in a way he shouldn't have? What if she hadn't meant for it to sound the way it did... Tiberius' jaw twitched as he grit his teeth together in contemplation but ultimately, the beast stayed put. If he were going to beg for her touch, then she would come to him.

"Darlin'," he murmured, throaty and low as he stared at her. An almost warning before he paused, "please." Tiberius rumbled as he swayed his tail behind him, the gesture slow and low. "Touch me." Even if it were just a brief touch of her nose to his cheek again, he thought. It was a rare occurance for a touch to not be one intent to harm him, the man felt starved. Was a beg and a demand the same thing, so long as it sounded as low as it did? There was only so much he could do before he felt the need to switch it up --  but fuck, he wanted to see what she would do once he had done as she wanted.

All for her goddamn touch, he thought.^^

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In this small world of Olive's, appearances only played a half-role in her sense of attraction. Wolf-kind, she had come to learn, was full of beautiful men — princes even, perfumed and decorated — but that could not account for a droll personality, or lack of intelligence, or small-mindedness. These descriptors characterized such a great proportion of the male population, that most often the little witch solely sought affection and company from those who allowed softness and sweetness to dominate their own gender-sense, as Olive did with hers. However, this man, Tiberius, struck several different chords. It was different for her, to desire a man in a way that extended beyond what was purely physical.

It might have been funny for an onlooker to see the amount of time the pair spent unmoving, studying each other's face, reading the expressions that flashed across them, wondering what the other was thinking. Olive found the picture-show that flickered before her a most fascinating thing, her jade eyes struggling to take him in all at once, while simultaneously picking out the individual parts that called for her attention; his tongue as it nervously prodded his scarring, the flames that alighted in his gaze, the mindless twitch of his tail. Their energy was hurling itself at each other as if they were the sun, giving off solar flares; and already her soul felt more full, more inspired, and she attempted to remind herself that it was she who was supposed to be healing him — not the other way around.

"By choice," the sylph responded simply, unable to escape the light-airiness that was natural for her voice, but this time, it dripped with something heavier: interest, and a subliminal level of understanding. "It had... begun to feel like a prison." This was something she hadn't realized until the moment the words left her lips. It was a prison she lived in; she even had a keeper. A parole officer, to monitor her every moment. But Benry wasn't here. No one was here.
It was only them.

The amount of pleasure she derived from his words was almost obscene. She had almost expected him to respond with a witty remark, or something similarly befitted his deeply working mind. He didn't give her exactly what she had asked for, and instead gave her something better: a demand. The fluttering of her breath in her chest expanded to include an incredible thumping of her heart, and suddenly then it was her turn to respond, to accept or deny, to continue to this dialogue that was both spoken, and unspoken. She glided forward the pace or two that brought her to his side, and her wide-angled lens suddenly became like a microscope. She looked at the slope of his spine and his shoulder, assessed his neck momentarily, wondering if there was a crevice that called out to be grazed, but ultimately her attention ran up his jaw and settled on the torn edges of his lips; the part of him she hadn't assessed earlier, as it seemed too intimate.

She put her nose against the side of his maw just as she had with his shoulder, reaching her own finespun muzzle upwards to afford the touch. Before she could stop herself, it was not just her nose, but her lips — a kiss, soft against his torn flesh. Olive pulled her chin back a couple inches, but did not back away. "I like them," she whispered about said scars, desiring wholeheartedly for Tiberius to know that she held space for all of him, here.

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Tiberius had always been too involved in his training and his jobs as a younger boy to acknowledge the things at face value -- like realising someone was attractive. He had too much to deal with to pay attention to the things he had considered unimportant. More recently he had been noticing the features of others, his likes and dislikes becoming more apparent. Olive... she turned his blood into fire and not in the way his rage did, no, this type of fire pulled at a different type of instinct. He felt almost lost as he watched her, drinking her in in a way he had not done before. To anyone. He had found the attraction of others new and it was something he was coming to terms with but Olive threw him through a loop he had not yet spun.

He loomed above her but not in a way that made him think she was weak. Tiberius liked the idea that she had to look up at him, that she would want to look at him enough to Crane her head. Soft were her features, otherworldly and tempting as the pale fur surrounded her forest green gaze in a way that heated the tips of his ears in appreciation. It was the way about her too, the way she carried herself and the way she spoke. She did not fear him, did not think him stupid, she spoke softly and both pointedly and playful. She looked interested in their conversation, like she wasn't waiting for it to be over and instead, looked for ways to ensure it continued.

It made his spine shiver, his molten gaze wonder what had stuck her here as to not want to venture away as quickly as she possibly could. Never did her vibrant gaze stray from him, remaining on him unwavering. He felt both large and small beneath her stare, his paws shifting in the earth. The world around them seemed to be drowning away in a blur of white of the tundra, instead she was center of his attention. By choice, she said and moved to tell him how her own felt more prison than not. He eyed her, wishing she did not feel like a cage had been created for her. Had she been a bird, he thought she would feel like her wings had been clipped. It was almost upsetting, to think a woman with such a vivid air about her to feel so... stifled. "Yah aint made fer a prison," he rumbled quietly, wanting to get across she was not to be stifled.

Olive did not react in rejection to his breathy demand. Instead he watched her carefully, blood bumping in his veins like a forest fire engulfing the trees. The Druid didn't waver, she stepped forward on her rounded paws and swept towards him, his chin dipping as he watched her. Tiberius felt his chest feel heavy and light all at once as he waited in anticipation. He hadn't a clue what to expect of her but as she moved to his side and ran her gaze all over him, he felt his breath stuttering in his throat. Had there been gods and had he believed, he would be begging them to make her touch him, too. The titan's gaze was ablaze with warmth and a twinkle of desire as she leaned up, touching against the side of his maw. His breathing deepened as he waited, coming out in slow, heavy breaths. Olive targeted the missing chunks of flesh that marred his features in ugly scarring, her lips touching in place of her nose and she -- fuck, he shuddered as she kissed him, almost wanting to tell her not to touch him there, she was much too good to touch such taint.

Yet... he could not. Especially not as whispered her words, ones that made him exhale as he turned a surprised stare to her. She liked them, she hadn't been disgusted nor scared as she kissed them. Going so far as to talk the affirmation behind her actions. "Olive," he rumbled as he shivered. "Yah aint... disgusted," he would have more, a wolf in his line of duty would always have more. But... he could still worry over them. "Yah somet' else," he murmured as he tipped his head to experimently run his nose along her cheek, "do Yah... do Yah like anythin' else?" He managed, swallowing as he looked at her, half-lidded gaze wanting.

Please, he thought, do not take this woman from him in this moment. ^^

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In the moments that the two had been united by touch, Olive had become a prism for the vicissitude of worries that plagued the warrior. Through his shudder, she could almost sense his thoughts — not that they were greatly veiled, as Olive had gone straight towards (what was likely his) biggest insecurity, as any friendly stranger should do. But Olive did not incite his shadow-parts without purpose or intent; as she knew it, these things were akin to a snake in the grasses. One first had to agitate it, encourage the snake to show itself, and only then the threat could be neutralized. As he spoke, said her name, said he was disgusting, the sylph placed the curve of her brow against the bow of his jawbone, and closed her eyes for a moment —

because disgust was the farthest thing from her mind.

The sensation of his nose ruffling the fur of her cheek replaced the feeling of empathy that slowly simmered in her belly, as it always did near a thing that was hurting. Instead, a smile spread like honey across her maw and simpered there as she leaned the feathering of her cheek into his touch. This was different than the turn-on she felt while healing and working with plants, which was an innate drive that occupied a very real part of her soul. This was healing-adjacent; this was the feeling of two beings wanting to see, just as much as they wanted to be seen. Wanting to know that they would still be valued if they were not warrior and druid. That they could assure each other that they'd still existed, outside of their god-given duties.

Her time spend at the side of Benry, and being berated by the man in the Plains, had taught her this: she had an unshakable desire to lighten up. Life did not have to be all prayer and studies, because happiness and joy were sacred. Pleasure was sacred. The pursuit of happiness was sacred. She wanted all the things that felt good, like a nascent harbinger of hedonism, and for that reason Olive knew exactly what her next favorite part of him was. She had known it the second she witnessed him pound through the ice. "Your paws," she returned, her voice alight with the intensity of the smile which beamed out of her face. Olive's black-button nose tipped down to glance at their feet. "They remind me of a bear's," she murmured to him, sliding one of her diminutive paws next to his own, and marveling at how it dwarfed her small, velveteen mitten.

The siren looked back up at him, but so close it was difficult to meet his eye. More or less, she returned to the same position as before, the crook of her nose under his chin, but barely touching; if only to feel the ends of their fur intermingle and spark. Then, she lifted her lips to his ear. "You have great bear energy, Tiberius" the little witch shared with him, with a definitive note to the way she said it. "Perhaps you were one in another life."

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Her touch was soft but electric, sending warmth wherever it was that she touched. The skin burned and his veins roared as his blood bumped in a rush, his molten gaze unable to do anything other than look at her and marvel at her details. Elegant, he noted, as he realised that even the curve of her bones were fine and pretty. He swallowed thickly as she chose to touch him again, resting her brow upon the curve of his jaw and Tiberius tilted his chin a sliver to press against her softly. Her actions spoke of her thoughts, telling him that he was not disgusting. She had said she liked them and here she was still, still standing within reach. Tiberius could not help the self depreciation but it grew quieter the longer he focused on her.

Her wispy fur was soft against him, his own not one that was wiry and tough -- the only good thing that he had gotten from his mother -- and together they felt like fine silk. She leaned into his touch where he touched against her cheek, allowing him the privilege and causing his breathing to stutter. He had never found himself in this position for, the situation new to the titan yet he found it addicting, the scent of her engulfing his senses as her touch lay fires of itching desire across his skin. He downcast his eyes to her from where his nose touched her cheek and he saw the smile as it blossomed upon her delicate features, his chest and stomach stirring as he thought that he found himself liking the look of it on her lips. The stress of his pack life had been washed away and replaced with the warmth that Olive gifted him. Not often did he find himself a man who allowed himself himself a luxury, finding himself on the clock of work more often than not -- to the point he went without sleep to try and sate his obsessive need to always be alert for the territory. He had found though, that he was not feeling the pull to go back to his duties in this moment, instead wishing to know her like he knew the tundra.

He felt almost selfish for not feeling the pull to his duties yet he found that he could not he bothered to worry about it. Not when he had Olive at his touch, listening to the sound of her breathe soothing his soul. It had surprised him, the next set of words making him glance down to her once more. Her smile was beaming, bright and inviting on her features and Tiberius felt the rare twitch in his own pull at his marred lips as they wished to return her smile. His paws, she said, they reminded her of a bears. The titan watched as one of her dainty paws slid through the snow and came to rest next to his own, the thick paws clad in silver dwarfing the white of her own. It pulled at his stomach, seeing the size difference. He had known that they were different in sizes and he had known that he had liked how little she was in comparison to him but seeing their paws sat next to each other and pointing out the obvious had him rumbling in the back of his throat. His approval at her words fell off his tongue in an almost-pur reminiscent sound.

Olive moved to place her nose beneath his chin, close enough for the fine hairs of both their bodies to ghost a touch but not quite close enough to be touching flesh to flesh. It made him feel almost needy for more, his body shifting in the snow as she reached up to his ear and spoke. Her velvet voice tickled his ear and made his brain feel fuzzy, his breath stuttering in his throat. Bear energy, she said and he found that he liked that, to be thought of as something so great as a bear. He wasn't entirely sure if he believed in other lives before this one but then, he had randomly been plucked from his own life and dropped in a new one with no explanation -- so really, there was everything open for possibility at this point. He hummed lowly as he tilted his head to lightly touch the side of his face against her own, relishing in the way her fur felt against his own. "A bear," he murmured, pleased at being thought of in comparison to such a creature. "I's find tha' if I were a bear 'fore, i's glad I am wolf now," Tiberius rumbled lowly, "can't be wit' yah like this if i's a bear now." Experimently, Tiberius would flicker his tongue along the curve of her ear, kissing the fine flesh with nerves spreading through his belly. He hadn't -- he hadn't done that before, in any capacity. He had not kissed any part of any one,  never having felt the desire to in the first place. With Olive, though, he had found himself more than willing to experiment. His skin still burned from her own tongue.

"I'll be yah Bear, though," he mused softly, knowing he would not complain to being seen as such from the little medic. Tiberius felt his breath puff from his nose as he shifted his paw, the one her own little mitten sat dwarfed by, to touch against the fine fur that coated her toes. Even her paws were soft, he thought in amazement, his throat rumbling in approval. She had ignited a different type of flame within him, one that had never been lit before and with it, Tiberius would wait to see how the maiden would want to fan it. If he drew away from him now, he would relent but he would want and desire thereafter. A part of him hoped she did not pull away, to continue to surprise him and awaken his soul. Whatever she would do, the titan would not complain. She had gifted him enough with her presence alone. He yearned, he realised. Yearned for it all.^^

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Experiencing life as they knew it, happened through sensations. Animals understood their world through the way their nerves stimulated their senses, and gave them information that they used to navigate through their lives. For one of many pack animals, Olive found physical touch to be something she didn't experience as often as she would like, similarly with sensations that resulted — at least, not in these lands, and not with Little Haven. Touch with an undercurrent of desire and longing occurred even less, but it was happening here and now; and wasn't just proffered by the dove, but being actively returned by the man. The sensations were indulgent. It wasn't only the way his tongue traced the satin-edge of her ear, but how deeply wanted she felt because of it. Nor was it the way he draped that ursine paw over hers, but how the brush of his toepads tickled her sensitive fur and sent an effervescent rush up her legs and coalesced behind her cheekbones. The pair didn't do much — in fact, they barely moved, but somehow it felt as if this experience were more than the sum of its simple parts.

"I want you to be only Tiberius," the veiled prophet exposed herself, knowing well that he spoke in jest, but Olive didn't. It had felt so natural to gently tease him about his lack of healing-sense, and then to play words games that brought their corporeal bodies close, but that no longer seemed to fit. The more Olive saw of Tiberius, the more she wanted to know. There was a galant nature to him that made the woman feel akin to an ocean at the turning of the tide; all rushing water, with no where to go. It touched upon a dynamic that was as natural to them as breathing: the divine dance of the masculine and the feminine, which belied the balance behind the entire universe. It was replicated here; the story of creation, played through their bodies like puppets. It was a force greater than themselves, which made them victims to it; but it also painted them divine. He could only be Tiberius, and she could only be Olive.

As much as the woman wished to strike voice from the equation and continue solely guided by these senses that rang so fiercely, Olive would not wish for such an encounter to be over so soon. There was so much left for them to mutually explore, to flatter, to love, to heal, that it almost seemed unfair of her not to give him a chance to reciprocate. Had it not felt good to take her partner's vulnerabilities, and treat them as an invocation of the gods? "What do you..." Olive began demurely, strumming the man's lower leg with the hook of her feathered ankle, appearing almost as if she were playing a harp. "Like about me?" Her green eyes lifted, veiled behind a thick layer of lashes, deeply desiring to know what made her so special.

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Olive made no move to reject his returned actions and Tiberius felt emboldened by her acceptance. It was an invitation that she had reached out to him to begin with but her not moving from his ministrations on her ear told him that she had not just thrown him into the deep end with intentions to let him drown. He grazed his teeth over the velveteen slip of her ear, testing her reaction and trying to let his instincts run ahead of his worried brain.

The titan was momentarily startled by her words, so plain and put out there that his breath stuttered against her. I want you to be only Tiberius, her words made his ears roar as his blood pumped furiously as a warmth spread across him. No games, no masks and no falsity, no adhering to the expectations. That's what her words had told him, that she wanted him to be him, the true him and not some version of him that he had tried to tame and change to fit better within Shiroshika and fall to Reiko's expectations. It made his spine quiver, she didn't know truly the extent of who he was and what he was capable of but at her side, Tiberius did not feel the want to judge him.

She wanted him to be him, as they stood together and breathed each other in. Intoxicating was her scent as it engulfed him, his chest rising and falling with each breath that he took, readily drinking her in. Committing her to memory, he was certain he'd not forget her scent even if he were old and grey all over. She spoke again and he pulled his head back to peer down at her, his molten gaze bright with the warmth of the rush of her. The titan rumbled his approval as he hooked a feathered ankle around one of his own legs, burning her touch to his skin with each strum.

Beneath her he quivered, willing for any touch she would bestow upon him and his ears pulled forward to the rest of her question. He swallowed thickly as he watched her through half-lidded eyes, his nose coming to caress the fur beneath one of her eyes. "Yah eyes," Tiberius rumbled, "they remind me of 'ome," the plush green forest that had encased Gossamer Pool had been an almost paradise, somewhere he had liked despite whatever drama had come with it. It was vastly different to the Tundra he had found himself in now. He would not stop there, though, opting to plough through his nerves and awkwardness to draw his nose along her mouth, his own tongue flicking out to supply a gentle swipe to her.

How could he even breathe beneath that lashed covered stare?

"I like tha' ya lil'," it sounded stupid, certainly, because it wasn't something she had done or opted for but something that she had been born to be. "Yah make me want ta wrap around yah, tuckin' yah t'me," Tiberius murmured lowly as he drew his nose -- permission permitting -- to her own and peered to her openly, "but not ta cage yah, ta feel yah." He'd not be another one of her prisons. No, he had learned that a petite woman did things to him and though Olive could have been as tall as he and still garnered this reaction from him, it tugged at his more primal desires to see her beneath his bulking mass.

If she did not move, Tiberius would step forward on thick paws as to draw his chest along her shoulder and his chin against the scruff of her back, "yah voice. It tugs at m'soul an' pins me 'ere," he could listen to the little medic talk all day. Hear her say his name in more manners than one but even just the normality of conversation, it tickled his ears like a song. Had he embarrassed himself, he wondered, with how silly his few answers had been? More came to mind but Tiberius fell silent as he breathed roughly against her nape, his toes curling into the snow as he tried to ground himself from the intoxication of the little medic. ^^

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If olive appeared, in any way, to be a confident or egoistic woman, it was certainly a mask that had been placed upon her. She was simple, mortal soul who had been lighted with purpose, inspired and dedicated to her gods. It was them who moved her and wove her path; the body known as Olive was simply the vessel, floating along the river of life. She was only certain about the things that came her way, because she trusted in these powers outside of herself: the things that were supposed to happen, happened. the things that didn't happen, didn't. To turn away from the opportunities that presented themselves would be to turn against the Gods, which was something the little druid would never do. These experiences were hers to bear, for better or for worse.

The titan began his ministrations, seemingly with the same ease that Olive found for the task, and his voice purled sweet nothings at her, about her green eyes and her sweet voice. These things, of course, lay only on the surface of her being — how was a stranger to know anything more? The woman, very much influenced by the man's energy, similarly wanted to shed the titles that she bore. She did not want to be a druid, in that moment. She wanted to be the eyes and voice that he delighted in; she wanted to be the ear that received the lightest of kisses. She wanted to be the tiny frame that made him feel so strong, and so solid. If she wanted to be only Olive, then this state must have been pretty something close to it.

Tiberius looked her in the eyes and then swept her in an embrace, to which the doll acquiesced easily, receiving his chin, neck and chest as they snaked along her own. The words he spoke a moment prior reverberated through her body and settled just south of center: the words about tucking her into him, and feeling her, which possibly could have been platonic in any other context, but Olive read it entirely as carnal. Oh, indeed; this is what this was — the drunk feeling one got during a rush of hormones and endorphins. Her tail lashed and danced behind her, and she uttered a small gasp as she gave in fully into her realization. His heady aroma surrounded with her, intermingling with her on a chemical level, and that woman was like putty in his hands.

The woman, all feeling-sense, pressed the weight of her head and neck into that of Tiberius. Her tongue swept out to taste him, and she found she couldn't stop. She paved a path of kisses, following a pull upwards, and her lips found themselves next to his cheek. "I do not believe in coincidences —" Olive whispered, as best as her stature would allow, into his ear. "I only believe in fate." The will of the gods is clear, the prophet mused, thinking it silly how obvious these things had to be made for them. "If our bodies and minds so yearn to be with one another, then..." Olive reigned her head and neck back, to watch his face as she voiced their subliminal desires. "so mote it be."

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Oh, it was easy to get lost in her. In her eyes, her scent and her touch, all three would pull at his core and make his brain feel fuzzy. Olive did not pull away once more as he nibbled and kissed her, allowing him the honour of touching her and making his chest almost puff out in pride that a woman such as she allowed a beast like him to be in her presence, let alone touch her. If this was the only time he would be given to map out her body and learn as much curves and paths of her that he could, then Tiberius would be sure to do as much as he possibly could.

He had yet to know really what women liked, generally speaking, when it came to anothers touch. It was all instinct and his own brain questioning, it was the way she let him come closer and sweep her beneath his chin, a low rumble tumbling from his lips as he felt her against him. Little indeed, little and lithe beneath him, so much so that Tiberius felt his muscles twitch in anticipation. She pressed against him so eagerly, easily and with a sweeping tongue tasting him as he had her and Tiberius could feel the tugging at his loins. It was foreign to him and almost overwhelming as he felt his body react to her, her lips at his cheek and uncaring for the scarring it neighboured.

Her whispered words sent shivers up his spine and a quiver in his belly, her breath fanning against his fur and every single part of him came undone to her words. Whether it was religion or not, he could not care as she said so mote it be, and his chest heaved against her as his features grew heated with the blatant desire she had instilled in his body. If this was fate, her coming upon him at the frozen lake then goddamn, he would believe in it.

He would believe in any God, any Deity, anything so long as this remained the reality and he'd not wake soon in a sweaty, heated state to realise it had all been some torturous dream. His breath rattled from his throat as he eyed her, molten gaze bright as he watched her features for a few moments before he dipped his head to her, "Olive..." her permission had sounded through his ears and pulled at his stomach, telling him that this was what was to happen.

The titan had never thought he would be here, enchanted by a woman so full of energy and life, by a woman who... who wanted him. Tiberius drew his mouth along the fur of her neck, peppering sweeping kisses as he pressed against her and stilled his mouth once more at her nape, teeth grazing against her as he travelled his way down her spine, mapping her curve with his tongue. In the back of his mind he desired to hear sir fall from her lips but he thought better of it, he didn't wish for this to stop before it had truly started.

He shifted on his paws as he drew his gargantuan frame along her side until his teeth nipped at the base of her tail. "Tell me," he rumbled lowly as he hooked one of his massive paws around a back leg, imitating her earlier actions as he swept his tongue teasingly along her flank. "Tell me wha' yah like, darlin'," he wouldn't out himself as a man who had not touched a woman in this manner but he could learn her without doing so. He wanted this to be something she would remember, wanted him to be someone she remembered and what better way to do so than to learn from her own mouth?

Tiberius breathed heavily against her as he nosed at her tail, breathing in her in and lowly he groaned, his jaw ticking as he clenched his teeth together. Intoxicated still, he fell easily for the way she felt beneath his tongue. "C'mon, girl, lemme 'ear yah," he demanded, begged -- she could take it any way that she wished so long as she replied to him. Continuing to sweep his tongue along the base of her tail, Tiberius dared to sweep a little lower. ^^

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There was something that Olive found so incredible about a believer; and whether or not Tiberius knew he was, he truly believed. The woman could feel it about him the way she could feel his own body heat; pressed as close as they were, Olive swore she could feel his heart thump-thump-thumping and the air as it rushed to fill his lungs. There was God in those things. and the Gods were invoked now — this was something else Olive felt for certain, for what was ritual except something done with intention, presence, and passion? This was a ceremony, a love song to the gods, as much as anything ever was.

As she extended the curvature of her neck to receive his kisses, as if she were the victim to a vampire, she too mused upon the happenstance of finding this man alone, in the tundra. What had he been doing out here, away from his pack? Olive knew very well that she was away from hers, but she was wont to travel often; perhaps Tiberius was the same as she, possessing a gypsy's insatiable spirit? She wondered about the man who nibbled upon her, leaving tokens of his adoration upon her pelt, giving rise to the purr that emanated from deep in her throat — but every time she got too caught up in her thoughts and curiosity, the man did something to bring her right back to the present moment.

Tiberius asked what it was that pleased her, his voice all gravel and want, but it seemed that he already seemed to know the answer. He followed the train of fire within her, from her heart as it beat between her shoulders, along her spine, landing with his mouth near her tail and leaving Olive without her breath. "that..." she murmured, feeling herself begin to squirm under his ministrations. "I like that." Her tail refused to hang limply; it instead reached out towards him and lay twitching across his breast, as if that might possibly bring him closer to her. "and, here..." the veiled prophet affirmed, when the stroke of his arm reached the top of her inner thigh. She might have said more, but she found anything Tiberius did in that moment to be pure magic, and she was more than willing to be the subject of his experimentation.

Olive pressed her cheek into his flank, attempting to still her breath because she too found his presence to be overwhelming. A twist of a smile simmered on her features as she gave the skin upon his haunches a light nip — seeing as his blood was already pumping, he likely didn't even feel it. "Lie with me," the woman then suggested, peeling herself away from him only to drape her frame across the fresh, early snow. With him so large, and she so small, Olive couldn't help but want to get them both on the same level. She rolled to her side and lifted a willowy forearm, welcoming him back in. 

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Tiberius was certain he had not felt this sort of way for anything -- he was a passionate man when it came to his duties and protective instincts but aside from that, the titan had little he could say he felt with his entire body. He could say this time, though, that he felt it as is it vibrated through his very veins -- his want, his passion. It thrummed in his veins and it flourished just for the green-eyed waif as she invaded every single one of his senses. The titan had not thought it possible, to be so consumed by another that it made the outside world feel like it didn't exist. Like they were in a dreamscape, everything else an array of blurred colours.

The little woman stretched to his touch, extending her neck for him to have better access and against her he breathed a ragged breath, his teeth nipping after every touch of his tongue against her wispy fur. Of all the wolves that had come across him in his Tundra, Tiberius thought that this one... this one was his favourite thus far. She out matched everything that had come his way, forced away his stress and worries with a simple touch. All of the touches had been simple, honestly, yet they had been enough to set him ablaze and make him crave something he had never even hungered for before.

Breathless, that's what she was as he traced the base of her tail with his teeth, her words murmured as she squirmed. His lips quirked into a satisfied smirk as he hummed against her, her tail coming alive and touched against his breast. Tiberius shivered, wondering how even just a touch from her tail made him quake, and rumbled in approval against her as he slipped his tongue into the mix and tested the waters eagerly. She liked the touch he had imitated from her earlier, his paw curling against her and ever so slightly he dragged his claws against her. 

He was pulled from the blurriness of his own mind as she pressed against him with a nip to his haunches, her request offered in the air as she peeled herself from him -- his body still ablaze but feeling the absence of her own flesh against his -- to lay delicately upon the snow. Olive welcomed him, her arm lifted and Tiberius stared at her with a small, barely there smile settling upon his lips and he nodded, lowering his gargantuan mass to the snow alongside her. He hummed lowly in his throat as he drew his nose along the surface of her offered leg.

Tiberius glanced at her curiously, quietly as he trailed his tail along her wispy fur and he dipped his chin to her, "like this?" Tiberius inquired roughly, wondering what the thought behind her request was. He'd not complain, even from just laying with her he felt breathless. ^^

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If Tiberius was seeing a dreamscape, then Olive was seeing a kaleidoscope; vision through a prism, showing a myriad of fractals and fragments that dissected the man who stood before her. He was one thing, made of many — and though there was no possible way for Olive to know the many stories and experiences that made up his life, she carefully suspected that she was glimpsing the genuine part of him that lay beneath all of those things. Somehow, they had gone straight past all the small talk. It wasn't needed, because these things seemed to already be known.

The ability to see past the physical, to look upon the parts of things that were invisible, the way the shadowed obelisk looked upon her now — it would always be Olive's biggest turn-on. See me, her willow-jade eyes begged him as she laid against the snow, this particular moment in time expanding interminably, without end. It was only a moment they spent apart, before the man lowered his hefty frame to the earth and surrendered his height advantage; and that moment was all she needed to know that she didn't want their bodies to be parted again. Instead, the fae felt utterly compelled to feel more of him, her blood rushing just beneath her skin, pumping in time with what she assumed to be his own heartbeat —

"mhmm" the sylph purled, delighting in the touch of his nose to the inner curve of her forearm. For all but a second, the woman closed her eyes and she felt only her arm, and the trail of sensation that his touch traced upon her. A very-real part of her believed him to be the embodiment of a god, and nothing delighted her more than when she opened her eyes again and saw that he was still real. Solid. "feel me," Olive bade him in a husky whisper, "press against me," and she crawled her body ever-closer to him, edging out whatever infinitesimal space existed between them. The fine-boned dove pressed the side of her face against his, no longer asking for permission. "and please," she breathed, intuiting that he wanted her to lead, "kiss me again."

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He wondered if this interaction was the same for everyone else, if they had experienced the very same breathless intoxication. No, he thought strongly, it couldn't be like this for everyone, every time. Olive was... quite unlike anyone he had ever known and he found himself entranced, not just by the way she looked like an otherwordly dream but by the way she spoke and the way that her eyes made him feel like she saw more than just the surface. How in her eyes he saw multiple worlds, shining bright and illuminated. He'd get lost, he knew, if he wasn't tethered to the earth by the touch of the cold snow. Once more he swore that if there were magic, it flowed through her very veins in place of blood.

Tiberius could not stand to not feel the touch of her fur against his own. He wasted no time in pulling flush against her as his mouth drew up her leg, breathing her in like a man starved. She hummed her pleasure of his touch and he'd drink that in, too. Olive would reach out and tug at the very base of his being, beckoning the primal instinct to awaken and do as she so desired, to touch her, to feel her -- by whatever Gods may exist, he wanted to devour her. As she bade him, Tiberius could feel every last shred of his self-control slip away as she pressed her elegant face to his own, the waif uncaring if she should lay her pristine beauty upon his disfigured skin. 

She'd need not ask him twice. Tiberius drew his tongue across her cheek, slowly and tantalisingly as he pulled his own away from her as to be able to kiss her as she bade. The titan trailed his way from her cheek to the base of her ear, curling around the curve of her ear once more as he slowly pushed the front of his frame up. "Yah invadin' me," he rumbled against her skin as he lifted an arm to encase her either side though his rump remained at the side he had laid upon. He angled his head down to press his nose between her ears, touching upon her crown as he breathed.

"M'veins feel like they's on fire," Tiberius murmured as he pressed his chest against her nape, pressing his nose in a trail to the back of her cranium. "Gonn' 'ear yah voice in m'dreams for days," he knew he would, he couldn't lie -- she had awakened him and struck him with a lightning strike, igniting him to his very core. Tiberius sought to trail his nose from behind her ear as he nibbled the thin flesh, "say m'name," he demanded, borderline pleaded as he pressed against her and at his loin, he could feel himself to stir to life once more. It was new and it was overwhelming in a way that he thought addicting, his lip curling as he felt his ears buzz with the beat of his heart. He shifted his body, pressing against her where he could despite wanting to stand and engulf all of her frame as she lay, to press his stomach and what she did to him against his spine but first, he wanted to hear her. ^^

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