Sweet or sad, hot or cold

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Away he walked from Blackfoot and her new ward. He couldn't stand the sight of them after he had objected to a newly adopted child coming into his life. Was he cursed to continue having children being forced onto him, or was it just the companions he took to travel with who were bleeding hearts for their kind?

Perhaps the next one would have to be male... maybe it was a female thing he was unaware of. Frustrated he shook out his coat. Wandering into the field of flowers to see if some aromatherapy would help ease his taught nerves.

So when would it happen? When would the soothing smell of roses and other blossoms come to ease the tension in his shoulders. With a quick angered lick of his missing lip he continued to roam through the fields, uncaring of the flowers being crushed beneath his toes and seeking for something to take his anger out on.

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Freya had a favourite spot in the rolling hills. Amidst all the flowers was a rocky outcrop that she used often as a throne. It was a good place to bask in the sunrise or high noon, with the soothing floral scent to calm her veins. Calm was not necessarily what she was, her blood ignited by desire that was primal and instinct.

It was so very different when she lived a new life with the body of an animal. Though she carried over some of her human / god habits, it was always so carnal to feel ones instincts come roaring. It demanded attention and Freya was rather good at capturing it, even without the tempting scent of her season.

Little did she know the gift she was being delivered today as she lay strewn across her throne, basking in the sun as it rose and cast an enchanting morning glow across the flowery hills. Idly her tail curled up and down, tapping against the stone as she noted the movement. He tore through the flowers with seemingly no desire to bask in their beauty. Freya lifted her head to peer to them, multicoloured eyes gleaming their approval. She keened lowly in her throat as she stretched, not willing to be the first to approach. These little movements would do what she wanted them to and if he had a working nose, she would see their gaze cast rightfully upon her. ^^

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Unknowingly something was drawing him closer to someone. What he thought was only the aroma of flowers was masked by something else much sweeter.

His steps grew longer as he approached, the intoxicating smell blurring his already frantic thoughts of what had occurred between Blackfoot and himself over their new ward, correction, her new ward had him oblivious to the intent he was brewing within the recesses of his mind.

The paladin liked to think he was above his homeland's thoughts. The routines and ideals they had hammered into his head - but he wasn't.

The look she gave him, the scent that invaded his senses. It drew him all in like a sirens call he was incapable of ignoring.

With no hesitation, he moved to close the gap between them. Naturally, she was in the right to fight his advancements, and Rosencrantz wasn't the type to force himself onto others... not normally at least, not in the right mind and so he paused for a moment. Drinking in the sight, instincts pushed him to push out his chest and raise his head proudly, twisting it just enough to show off his wounds as if daring her to give him more.

“Until night fall, you're mine.” Baritones rumbled. Would she dare oppose?

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A proud beast. One who was decorated in broken white, marred by scars and wounds. There was something to be said about the damaged ones, the ones who wore the victories of their survival upon their visage. Freya could find beauty in most things and it was not simply the pretty ones she thought tasteful. It was the primal ones, too. The lives she had lived meant she met all types of men and women, creatures and critters. Touched by romantic Knights, rolling around with forbidden Kings and running amuck with other God's... oh the touches she had felt.

There were no traces of fingers or hands in her hair here. With wolves... it was something deeper, more primal as it pulled at their very beings. The proud ones, oh it pulled them harder. Freya's delicate features tilted as she smirked, coy and excited as her multicoloured gaze glittered. "Perhaps it is you who is mine until night fall," the goddess cooed as she baited him. The proud ones excited the animal in her, the animals whos body she wore now and delighted in. Even the proud ones couldn't get away from the more primal tug yet today, this one eyed beasts didn't seem to want to resist. ^^

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She did not growl or recoil from the sight of him, instead, her eyes glittered and invited his presence - something he gladly took by immediately swallowing any distance between them, rounding toward the back where his rightful place would be for the day. Stradling the woman he knew nothing of and hovered over her figure for a little while longer, drinking in her scent unknowingly, the sight of her... anticipating the release of the build-up of frustration over the past little while.

With his over her back, he didn't plunge right in despite his desires... He'd make her yearn him all the same. To stoke the fire that burned so they may burn brightly together until the departure was absolute. From his position he'd pinch her ear between teeth, whispering deeply for her only. “We will see about that.” If she could walk away from him after they were done, he had failed his self-given mission for today.

“Rosencrantz... for when you want to scream my name.” He cooed before grabbing a mouthful of her scruff, pulling it tight toward him and down while he pressed himself against her, waiting for the invitation to come.

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Whatever distance had been born between them was no longer as the beast swallowed it whole with his long legs. Her spine buzzed with the anticipation of desire, lashes fluttering as she watched him. Even now as he caged her between him, she could see his pride, his anger, his desire and it licked at her like flames. Freya didn't feel fear, only want, she was no damsel despite looking a delicate beauty. She had wielded a sword as well as she had wielded her teeth and claws, so truly if she didn't seek his touch, she would have warded him away.

Away was the opposite of what she wanted as she lay, tucked beneath him with thumping veins. He pinched at her ear with his sharp teeth, words tickling against her she laughed throatily. Oh, they would see. They would see even the proud ones were nothing but animal, too. Freya could admit now she too was, at her base here, an animal. 

He spoke his name, the implication not subtle as he said it word for word his desire for it. Freya's stomach lurched with desire as he tugged at her scruff and pulled her back to meet his chest, lingering behind her though not yet filling her. "Freya," she cooed, "for when you find yourself praying to the Gods to find me again for another taste." Against his hold she would pull, arching her spine to push up against him but away with her scruff, a small challenge as she smirked. ^^

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She curled against him, inviting what was coming. Pulling against his hold which only let loose a primal growl as he kept his told tight and steady. She had gone too far as is and there was no turning back, she was his for the day and he would hold her to that. Blackfoot could have all the time she wanted with the child while he, well, would do something else entirely - and unfortunately father another child to be born without him as a present father.

Doomed to repeat the tradition his own father had started.

A though that was buried too deeply to be bothered with as ebony claws dug into the dirt on either side of her as fill her he did. Slowly, letting her feel every inch of him, his girth, his weight. Pausing only for him to feel her around him, and she, what he brought to the table.

Soon after he'd move. Starting off slowly and eventually finding a proper rhythm... the right power behind his thrusts, listening to her body, her groans and moans - taking deep breaths of his own to keep his pace.

And he would do all day. Pausing for them to recover for the second round - and another - and so it went until neither couldn't any longer.

Time fade

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She had been right to desire the man who loomed above her, his chest hitting against her spine as she writhed and cooed beneath him, lashes fluttering at the sensations that coursed through her body. Freya could swear that time seemed to go in and out, fading away as he gave her what they both wanted.

Time and time again did she feel the touch of him, his furs and skin against her own as the outside world seemed to not exact for hours after.

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Freya was strewn amongst the flowers, chin resting against a paw as she puffed out small breaths. Her freckled features were content as she lazed, "I come here often and yet I have not seen you before," she murmured, wondering if he were one of the ones who would pass through or remain.^^

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He had not expected what some would call... pillow talk after everything was said and done. That their desires were met to their full extent and there was just nothing left to possibly give even if their bodies could handle more. The act of sex wasn't something he was unfamiliar with. It was carnal, basic, the language of bodies and he was rather comfortable in that simple pleasantries, but to talk? Well... now he was nervous.

Perhaps for a little too long of a beat he remained silent as he pondered the answer... his single eye gazing out into the field of flowers. He wasn't even aware of all the other scents that mingled here, having approached with only frustration on his mind. “I'm a wanderer.” Implying that he may not return anytime soon. Still, he was curious as to why she would bring up such a topic. In a silent question of his own, he cast his honeyed eye back at her, why did it matter?

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Freya would hum to his response as she shifted, lifting her rump in the air and stretching out her forelegs as she arched her spine to stretch. "Should you get hungry in your time here, these Moors house some delicious deer," the Goddess would sing as she pulled herself to stand. Her limbs felt deliciously tired but no longer did they quiver, allowing her to stand back to her former height without a worry of stumbling.

She cast her bicoloured gaze to him as she smirked, her tail coming to flick against the one-eyed man. "Though Northfall tends to use these lands as their hunting grounds, so perhaps you might see more than me," if he chose to stick around and hunt here, that was. She might as well let him know of possible trouble if he did wish to eat from here, doing her duty as both a wolf of Northfall and well, he had been a daringly pleasant beast to lie with so she supposed she might offer him a double-edged sword of advice.

"I find myself here often," it was not a promise but an open ended invitation that should he find himself in these Moors again, she wouldn't say no his company. Her smirk danced upon her lips as she turned from him and tilted her nose to the sky, inhaling and exhaling with deep breaths. "Might find yourself some enjoyment in it's beauty," Freya would skip forward, wondering if it were time to go or if she might spend a little longer in the Moors. ^^

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While she stretched out her limbs and back, he did the same in a less elegant fashion. Twisting and turning his neck to hear all those satisfying pops and creaks. Tossing his single eye back to her as Freya gave out a small warning about hunting here, he grinned a crooked smirk. “I'll just have to be quick I suppose.” Adding his own little humourous twist into things as though he challenged being caught at all should he bring one of the deer down and drag it away.

Northfall... he would have to remember that name and these particular moors should they be of any interest to him or Blackfoot any day; or trouble should someone less pleasant than Freya turn their heads in his direction.

“Maybe I'll see you again should I pass through another time.” An open-ended invitation for her to approach should she see him before he saw her. Freya had double the chances of spotting him first after all. With a silent nod he headed off, leaving the woman to bathe in the perfumes of the flowers while he would try to catch something to eat and bring it back to Blackfoot and her new... ward. He might not like the thing but it could at least eat from his scraps once in a while should Rosencrantz find large enough prey to split between the three of them.

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Exit Rosencrantz

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