<div class="floatleft">(http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk4/tylercook1777/0fbdbc56-8343-4479-9044-40d70b3e3017.jpg) (http://s276.photobucket.com/user/tylercook1777/media/0fbdbc56-8343-4479-9044-40d70b3e3017.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Orion<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Matt, Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gathering<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Orion never got tired of seeing Matt with his shirt off, his defined muscles with just the right amount of hair that wasn't too coarse or too soft. Every night before he'd fall asleep he'd rub the side of his cheek over Matt's heart and eventually fall asleep to the steady beat of his lovers heartbeat. This was a little different though. Instead he left that part of Matt's chest for last, placing his hand over his lovers heart as he started to rub his face over the chiseled body in front of him, trailing the tip of his nose up the middle of Matt's abdomen then over to his hand, moving it away to nuzzle his whole face there, the steady heartbeat thrumming against his face. When he finally felt good with the way Matt smelled, Rion pulled back only to receive a kiss, his face getting warmer as he blushed some.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Rion held out his hand, taking the others in his as he led him deeper into the woods. The further in they went the more Rion could hear and smell. It sounded like a bunch of rowdy college kids getting together and having fun. Well, if all of the college kids were werewolves. Of course he didn't really expect anything less since it was a gathering of hypersexual, hyperactive, supernatural beings who could change into wolves. At least with those noises and scents going around Rion had something to go off of. He couldn't help but want to gag on the thick smell of blood in the air that could only be human. He squeezed Matt's hand a bit tighter, using the blonde's pulse to drown out the smell of blood that kept getting stronger the closer they got to the clearing where all of the wolves were gathered. Once there Orion stopped where he was, looking around to take in the scene which involved dozens of werewolves taking their clothes off and either participating in sex or running around more than likely searching for something to hunt.<br/><br/>"Fucking frat party with werewolves." Rion groaned, shaking his head. "Stay right beside me and don't run into any of the big guys. They're kinda scary." The wolf warned, guiding Matt between the groups of sexually charged werewolves who were getting down with their mates and others who were just running around in wolf form, some of them much larger and much more intimidating than the regular sized wolves running around chasing each other like it was fun and games. The deeper he went in the harder it was for him not to change into his wolf form as well, feeling the rippling and tearing beneath his skin as the best begged to be let out. Rion never belonged to a pack, so he didn't know what it was like to be influenced by so many other wolves at once. "I need to not be here," he said quietly, turning to Matt. "There's a river somewhere around here, I can smell it. We should go that way."