<div class="floatleft">(http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/5767/341f140c18678a8c6d6f99c.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Yuri Lowell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Sashira<br/><hr/><br/>Yuri sighed lightly. It was starting to feel like wading through a mine field, trying to talk to her like this. Deciding to take the path of action of words, he proceeded to reply to her with a confident smirk.<strong>"No, I understand. If you want alpha, I'll give you alpha,"</strong>he told her as he leaned back. Pulling his throbbing shaft from her warmth for a brief moment, an action that left him gasping a little as it was depraved of Sashira's warmth, he wrapped his hands around her waist to gently flip her onto her stomach. With a grunt he sank himself back into her core, fingers holding onto her slender waist as he started pumping his hips again, looming over her in a dominating manner. Leaning close, he nuzzled aside her red locks<del>   </del>taking care not to poke himself on her horns in process<del>   </del>to nip affectionately at her ear.<br/><br/>Yuri began to understand how it worked with Sashira. It was action, not words, that was the way to go forward. He had to rely more on his instincts; be an dominating alpha male who would take her if he so pleased. Like the way he had told her to come her with him. It had been an order rather than a request. Sort of like ranks in an army, but in this case it was more like a pack of wolves. His relationship with his dog back home worked the same way. He was the pack leader and his dog followed, as long as his behaviour remained dominant.