Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae & With Intent )]
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				Title: <strong>Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 23:00:53</strong>
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				<em><br>The flames of the small camp fire flickered across Aiyana’s young face, close enough where she could feel the heat, knew it would become searing and painful if she went any closer, and as she had been for the past hours she simply gazed into it.&nbsp; There were images dancing through her eyes, made up of the fire and the wind that caressed it; they formed such fantastical and detailed shapes that greatly tempted her to reach in, touch them.&nbsp; She had seen buffalo and deer roaming and running, the whimsical flutter of butterflies, the graceful sweep of birds and endless swim of fish, and much more, whatever it seemed her mind could conjure the flames showed her.&nbsp; As it had for the past hour she thought of the wolves, the ones she had dreamed about then.<br><br>The one she’d met today.&nbsp; <br><br>“Aiyana, come away from the fire now.&nbsp; Come, sit by me,” came the gentle but firm call of her grandmother.&nbsp; Normally Aiyana would have responded right away and dutifully pulled herself from the fire play, but tonight she lingered.&nbsp; Tonight she wanted to see so much more than before.&nbsp; She wanted to see the wolf again – not just the wolves she saw in the fire, none of which she knew were him – and learn more about him.&nbsp; She’d spent most of the day with him in the woods, so excited and thrilled at meeting her first wolf.&nbsp; Of course, he had scared off the baby fox she’d been playing with, which she’d frowned heavily at him for, but after that –<br><br>“Aiyana.&nbsp; Come.”&nbsp; <br><br>Her grandmother’s voice sharpened a degree, just enough to have the young girl’s wide, dark eyes finally lifting from the fire.&nbsp; The moment she looked away the images melted back into the fire and the flames resumed their normal flicker, no longer appeasing the girl’s imagination.&nbsp; A small frown tugged on Aiyana’s mouth before she rose from the ground and came to sit before her grandmother, Nokomis smiling softly now.&nbsp; Once Aiyana was settled, her grandmother reached forward, gathered the long, thick strands of midnight in her hand and began to slowly comb her hair out, removing stray twigs and leaves, the shell of an acorn.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“My little dove, it appears as if you rolled about in the woods all day. “&nbsp; Again.<br><br>Aiyana bit lightly at her lower lip, knees drawing up toward her chest to let her chin rest as her grandmother attended her hair.&nbsp; Soon it would be braided again, one long, thick rope that ended at the narrow nip of her waist.&nbsp; She did not mind it braided, especially when it was done by her grandmother who made sure not to pull it too tight like her mother often did, but tonight… <br><br>Softly she sighed, a touch of sadness reaching her eyes.&nbsp; “I wish to be back in the woods.&nbsp; Why can I not stay there?&nbsp; The animals would care for me.”<br><br>Those were familiar words to Nokomis’ ears, ones that had her lightly chuckling with warm amusement.&nbsp; Her granddaughter had been lamenting as such ever since the incident with the bear cub; Nokomis was sure that if given the chance Aiyana would surrender her world to stay in the woods.&nbsp; <br><br>“You are but a young flower yet, my little dove.&nbsp; You have only seen but ten summers.&nbsp; Would you wish your parents the sorrow of your absence?”&nbsp; So lovingly and gently Nokomis combed through her granddaughter’s hair, still removing a couple more leaves and debris she found.&nbsp; Tomorrow she would need to take Aiyana to the river, her eyes flickering to the smudges of dirt and grime on Aiyana’s small arms and legs, the smear of dirt and grass that coated the back of her doeskin dress.&nbsp; “They would miss you very much and their hearts would not be whole without you.”<br><br>Aiyana merely gave a very small shake of her head, eyes hazily focusing on the edge of the woven blanket she sat on.&nbsp; No, she did not want her parents to be sad – she rather loved them, even if she suspected that her dreams were right about her.&nbsp; About them.&nbsp; About where she truly came from.&nbsp; Still, they took care of her and her ‘father’ had been rather alarmed about the bear, though he shouldn’t have been.&nbsp; The mother bear never would have harmed her or him; Aiyana and the cub had only been playing, getting to know each other.&nbsp; Not that anyone really understood, except for her Nokomis.<br><br>“My Nokomis… Will you tell me of the Deslan again?” she whispered several minutes later, just as her grandmother began to part her hair.&nbsp; She felt Nokomis’ hands still before they slowly resumed, smoothing out the three parts of hair.&nbsp; Then came her grandmother’s light laugh again and she pressed a kiss to the top of Aiyana’s head.<br><br>“Always the same request, my little dove.&nbsp; Always.&nbsp; Where shall I begin tonight?” <br><br>Content, Aiyana loosely wrapped her arms around her knees and smiled, her eyes flickering back to where the camp fire lingered.&nbsp; “At the beginning, my Nokomis.&nbsp; When the Deslan protected all the tribes.&nbsp; How we treated like them as our deities.&nbsp; Do you think they’ll ever come back?”<br><br>Nokomis wouldn’t really have to tell the stories again, not when Aiyana had them memorized and could likely tell them better than she.&nbsp; No, her granddaughter merely wished to talk about the fabled warriors, the ones blessed by the moon.&nbsp; They were such a whimsical story, though – the same she had heard as a young girl, just as generations before her had.&nbsp; They made the children feel safe from the monsters that lurked at night, from the ones that ran wild and amok in their minds, and gave them something to aspire to.&nbsp; Nokomis knew many warriors who’d chosen that path because of the Deslan stories and now her granddaughter had fallen for them, as well.&nbsp; Not that Nokomis could blame her, not when she was so unlike the others in their tribe.&nbsp; &nbsp;What harm could there be in letting the fairytale continue for her?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“My little dove, the Deslans left for reason.&nbsp; For that, they would need reason to return.&nbsp; A very good reason.”<br><br></em><br><span class="bbc_u">Eight years later.</span><br><br>The moon called to her again.<br><br>Almond shaped eyes fluttered open quick, focused on the shaft of moonlight that filtered through the partly open flap of her hut.&nbsp; She had barely slept a handful of hours, up long past the setting of the sun assisting with the birthing labor of a woman in the tribe.&nbsp; The labor had taken most of the day and eve – she should be exhausted, spent.&nbsp; She wasn’t.&nbsp; Staring up at the beam of moonlight, feeling the urge of the woods and their intoxicating call, she felt energized and refreshed.&nbsp; Her wolf had probably missed her today, he never did like it when she was absent from the woods or him.&nbsp; She was a little surprised he didn’t boldly come to the tribe’s camp as he had once before – wanting to see her in the moon dance, a time of festival when the tribes gathered and praised the moon, its gifts and ask for its blessing – but he might have known she was occupied… again.<br><br>Once her tribe realized that her ‘gifts’ went beyond the way she was at such ease with wild animals and the woods, with nature itself, and that she had talents in the ways of healing the mind and body, and some even said the soul, she seemed to be forever tending all and any.&nbsp; She studied under her grandmother about using different plants and herbs, what she could mix to use in treating her tribesmen.&nbsp; She embraced what role and position it put her in the tribe, made her feel as if she truly contributed to their community, but she could not help but detest how much it could limit her time in the woods, and with her wolf, just often enough that some days she imagined running to the mountains and making her own way.<br><br>Likely with her wolf, she thought with a small smile and finally rose up off the thick, soft pallet of furs and skins, let her arms stretch high above her head.&nbsp; Inky black hair cascaded to the lush curve of her doeskin covered hips, a few wisps long enough to reach the bare skin of her mid thighs; she took a few minutes to braid it back, a couple strands left to caress along her oval face and dark, sun kissed skin.&nbsp; Her eyes had once been as dark as her hair, but a couple years ago, on the sunrise of her sixteenth summer, she’d woken to them changed to the color of the river, a beautiful melding of blues flecked with silver and white.&nbsp; They were eyes that scared people sometimes, even those she’d known since birth; the whispers about her continued with even more fever then, but that was something she was used to.&nbsp; She’d grown from those small limbs as a young girl with a strange affinity for animals to a young woman with mystical gifts of above average height, though not quite as tall as most of the warriors but at least a head above other women.&nbsp; Her body was supple with it soft curves and firmly rounded breasts that belied the toned muscle the sculpted her long legs and sleek torso; hidden by her doeskin was the birthmark of a wolf’s paw print at her lower back.<br><br>As quiet as a gentle wind Aiyana grabbed her staff, a small leather pack of jerky slipped around her neck, and slid on her calf boots, made sure her dagger was secured in the built in sheath.&nbsp; While she had no fear of the woods, of any of the animals in the woods, there had been rumors and sightings of an enemy tribe coming closer and closer to their camp.&nbsp; It was the same enemy tribe responsible for many deaths of an ally tribe and the complete ruin and destruction of another; many had tried convincing the chief to move their camp but so far he refused to leave.&nbsp; Aiyana understood, as did many others, considering this area had been home for generations, but that didn’t stop the little spikes of fear whenever she ventured from the camp.&nbsp; Fingers pressed to her lips then to the smooth blue and white stone that hung around her neck on a piece of corded black leather, something she did every time she left her hut ever since her Nokomis had passed on.&nbsp; Sometimes it made her feel as if Nokomis was still here, still guiding her forward.&nbsp; Losing Nokomis had been a harder blow than the loss of her parents and even now, as Aiyana continued to reside the hut they once shared, she missed her grandmother so much.&nbsp; Perhaps too much.<br><br>Banishing the melancholy thoughts from her head, Aiyana quietly stepped from the hut, glanced over the slumbering tribe camp.&nbsp; She heard nothing but the soothing sounds of the night, the twittering call of night birds from within the woods.&nbsp; The camp lay bathed in the waning moon’s glow; on the distant horizon Aiyana could see the first faint slivers of light breaking into the darkness.&nbsp; The sun would be rising, but not for a while yet.&nbsp; A band of hunters had left two days prior and would be gone for still some days before they returned; last time they had been gone a full moon cycle before returning, much to their wives’ and families’ dismay.&nbsp; For now it meant the camp was even quieter; she caught just the faint wail of an infant as she made her way past the other huts and smothered fires, the river bank kept to her other side.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The woods started a good ways from the tribe’s camp, starting as thin layers of trees that grew denser and thicker the deeper you went in, and eventually ran against the river that swept through the valley.&nbsp; The mountains were not much further, at least the base of them, but at times traveling them could be tricky.&nbsp; The old legends said that the Deslan had altered the mountain side to suit their needs, that even now it hid away the mythical warriors and their kin.&nbsp; The tales spoke of them once mixing with the other tribes, protecting them from all and any foes, danger, and allowing the nation to prosper as one.&nbsp; However, when greed and power became the ambition of too many chiefs the Deslan tribe abandoned the tribes, left them to their petty warfare, and took to the mountains where they would snatch away lost kin, male or female.&nbsp; It was a nice fairytale, she mused, as she finally reached the opening of the woods and passed through the first line of trees.&nbsp; The moment she reached them a sense of peace, of home, filled her and she let out a soft sigh, the corners of her mouth easing up into a light smile.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I should have come here instead of the hut… </em>&nbsp; She might have woken beside a wolf, she thought, her smile widening.&nbsp; Despite how much she wanted to go deeper into the woods Aiyana came to a pause beside a large rock, its surface oddly smooth and flat; moonlight made it shine, the trees angled just so to allow for the light.&nbsp; In the summer she knew it to be blissfully, unbearably warm -- perfect for bathing in the sun without any disturbance.&nbsp; With ease she climbed up the side of the boulder, the jagged side proved perfect as footholds, not that she needed many, while the boulder was quite wide and large it wasn’t terribly tall.&nbsp; The staff left beside the rock, she removed the holder of jerky and then lay back, one arm cushioning her head and eyes sweeping up to find the moon again.<br><br>Then she heard his howl… and smiled, waited.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>With Intent</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 04:27:16</strong>
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				Kujumar was one of the more brazen pups of the Deslan warriors, yes pup so called by rather towering form of his father. Since Kujumar had yet to realize why the rules were so set in stone, why he couldn't simply explore beyond the mountain valley they called home.&nbsp; Only brazen due to his youth and the taste to explore with not even a single hair on his body, cept the shot crapped black strands upon his head.&nbsp; Ku was told by his father if you were a man you had hair, and not be as smooth as a woman.&nbsp; This of course was one of many rules, and he would prove himself this day that he was ever so much a man. Being one of the few that could actually change and hold their form for long periods of time.&nbsp; It was a great sign of his entry to adulthood, but still he was called a pup. That dark haired, frail boy wouldn't hear none of it anymore.&nbsp; Once night fell he ventured forth. <br><br>Venture he did at least one of the rules he abide by was to keep in shape shifting form, of the local wildlife.&nbsp; One of which was a wolf, Ku had seen one of these frequent on the outskirts of their home admiring such a proud and noble beast. Ku had the strong desire to master that form and how he did.&nbsp; Now transversing across the massive world beyond that mountain valley. What dangers? What trouble? There was nothing but the sounds of insects, and other creatures of the wood.&nbsp; His eyes were drinking in all that was around him through the eyes of a wolf, so keen was its' gaze.&nbsp; He could see far beyond the sight of a normal man, and the heightened sense of smell. How he enjoyed this one being able to taste things from the memory of the beast without so much as having to put anything into his maw.&nbsp; There was just so much to explore and the time wasn't his ally, so for now he decided he would just run every night from now on as far as he could go from one direction to the next one of them held a great boon.<br><br>The boon came in the form of a fox, a baby one. Ku had never seen anything like it, unable to help himself to give chase. But what alarmed him the most was the girl he almost ran into.&nbsp; That was how he met her. Her scent was different...comforting and exciting.&nbsp; How he expected her to scream out in alarm, but she never did all she did...was smile. It was a nice smile filled him with such awkward warmth.&nbsp; His brief surprise gave rise to alarm...he had to act like a wolf again.&nbsp; He quickly did so and resumed a good distance away. Watching her as she did him, all she showed him was curiosity and wonder.&nbsp; Reflecting the same feelings inside of him.&nbsp; Ku told himself that was the last time he would go out...but he was unable to help himself.&nbsp; Something drove him out every night; to that same exact spot where he met her. Aiyana is her name. The one he broke the golden rule for. <br><br>Kujumar was no longer a foolish boy, now he was a foolish man.&nbsp; Quite eager to slip himself free from the meeting that spoke of the coming of a certain time.&nbsp; Prophecies.&nbsp; Tales.&nbsp; It was a tale told to every generation of young Deslan youth.&nbsp; How many times had he heard of it? Trying to keep himself from looking at the moon, and not let the desire be known of where he cared to go.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once his chance was seen he was able to slip out from the eyes of his kin, and took toward the path of where the wolves were.&nbsp; Using them as a cover to slip out from the valley, using their paths that were not of the mouth of the mountain itself.&nbsp; How he managed to slip free unnoticed as a boy, and now as a man.&nbsp; Just as tall as his Father, 6"3.&nbsp; Baring the hair of his mother a thick mane of black, short upon his head.&nbsp; A head connected to broad shoulders, and a body that was athletically strong baring scars upon it. No longer flawless of a woman, but hard and rigid.&nbsp; He made sure of it through chores and his natural bouts with the alpha wolf of the pack.&nbsp; He vigorously trained himself to get what he desired, what he hungered for. A body that matched that of his father.&nbsp; Despite Ku's rebellious youth he still looked up to the man, but surpassing him was something he had yet to do.&nbsp; Someday he will but for now his true hunger lied further in those woods. Taking the shape of the wolf once more. <br><br>The howling was meant as a greeting between the two of them. That they communicated at least that far, but for some reason out of all the animals this now massive full grown black wolf. Hadn't spoken to her but regarded her with silence.&nbsp; Understanding fully of the words she said, but had never garnered the beast's full trust.&nbsp; Since year after year, the passing Ku had done become smaller.&nbsp; The distance between them shorter.&nbsp; Just like today a mere 15 feet between the two.&nbsp; Showing up by the light of the moon this time, instead of the darkness of the night.&nbsp; Giving sight to that wolf that was no longer small by any means when they first met.&nbsp; His fur more lustrous...thicker now covering the entire bulk of its' frame as though it was armor itself.&nbsp; While its' head and neck was indeed bigger now having eyes sharper, more keen.&nbsp; &nbsp;More certainty and that raw intensity she could feel now upon her body.&nbsp; The way it drank her in, observing her. Cutting through what she wore as if it was trying to see the truth of her. This now young woman that didn't hold a speck of fear within her.&nbsp; Such weight to this wolf's gaze now one of certainty, pride, and confidence.&nbsp; That matched the padding steps it took, now silent more of a hunter than it was before.&nbsp; Time had changed this wolf before her eyes, and before his she had changed too. <br><br>Time; will it grant Aiyana what she desired most? For the wolf to finally snatch the food from her delicate hand? For Ku to finally utter one word like all the other animals did for her?&nbsp; How he wanted to...hungered to do so. To know what her touch felt like and no longer keep the guise of the beast. But his love for his kin, his pride in being a Deslan warrior staved his hand.&nbsp; He'd told himself time and time again this had to be enough.&nbsp; This was enough....but seeing her upon that rock...how much she had grown had the deepest parts of him ache within. This...had to be enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 11:35:58</strong>
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				Aiyana sensed his approach, felt the way the air stirred and shifted, and heard the bird calls that told her came, before she saw him.&nbsp; Happily she smiled, content to lay there as she had been until he drew closer to her.&nbsp; Once she saw his form break out from the shadows she rose into a sitting position and warmly, openly, met his gaze.&nbsp; He was such a beautiful sight to see, taking her breath away every time she saw him.&nbsp; Always her thoughts went to that time they met in the woods, the day no one still believed.&nbsp; Why would they when no one else had seen a wolf?&nbsp; Or the tracks of one?&nbsp; While none dared to call her a liar, at least not to her directly, she knew there were whispers, rumors.&nbsp; But she didn't care, not when it meant such a friendship.<br><br>There wasn’t even a whiff of fear or uncertainty in her eyes.&nbsp; Aiyana knew, as she had since they first met, that he would never harm her.&nbsp; Nor, however, would he talk to her.&nbsp; Or come within reach of her.&nbsp; Both frustrated her deeply… and made her seek him out even more.&nbsp; While there was silent determination that one day he’d talk back to her or at least acknowledge what she said – more than he already did – she cherished what he was to her: her most trusted confidante.&nbsp; <br><br>“About time, my friend,” she gently teased, shifting to lay upon her stomach, elbows propped on the smooth rock.&nbsp; “I was starting to think you would not come.&nbsp; Or that some cunning she wolf had stolen your attention away.&nbsp; I shall be most upset when that day does happen, just so you know.”&nbsp; Aiyana wasn’t sure why she didn’t like the idea of her wolf having a mate – it wasn’t as if she and he could.&nbsp; While her tribe knew and accepted her gifts, she didn’t seem them accepting this.&nbsp; Especially not when…<br><br>“I am to be mated.”&nbsp; It came out so softly, a near whisper, but she knew he’d hear.&nbsp; Her river colored eyes dropped down to the forest floor, hazily focused.&nbsp; “The chief’s son has asked for me.&nbsp; He’s going to seek the Gods’ blessing on the new moon.&nbsp; Not that it seems to matter as everyone is already convinced that he and I will be bound.&nbsp; I have not been asked for my opinion, merely told that I should accept him.&nbsp; My only chance is if our union is not looked upon favorably, but our shamans have already proclaimed it will be.&nbsp; The chief and shaman feel it’ll be better for all of us, that our mating will somehow make us safer.&nbsp; There’s growing concern about the savage tribes – so many are afraid they’re coming here next – they’ve already destroyed one tribe.”&nbsp; The Shaman had also said that upon mating Aiyana’s powers could grow, but that wasn’t she felt needed to be mentioned.&nbsp; A frown tugged on her lips as she slowly drew her gaze back to him, her arms folding to cradle her head.<br><br>“I wish… this was different.&nbsp; I used to pretend I was a Deslan kin and would someday be stolen away from my village, be bound to one of their warriors.&nbsp; Nokomis always did say they were nothing more than legends and fairytales, nothing real.”&nbsp; Aiyana swallowed the lump in her throat at the mention of her grandmother, her heart heavy.&nbsp; “She said my gifts were from the Gods, not because I fancied myself connected to a myth.&nbsp; Such a wonderful dream, though…”&nbsp; Trailing off with a sigh she eased up to her knees, pushed the thick braid off her half bare shoulder.&nbsp; Gods only knew why she confided to the wolf – it wasn’t as if he could do anything.&nbsp; Still, it simply felt good to talk without being judged or in fear of reprimand or consequences for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person.&nbsp; Carefully sliding from the rock, the jerky pouch in hand, she gave him a small smile and collected her staff.<br><br>“The river will be cool and welcoming.”&nbsp; And she wanted a change of topic, of tone and mood.&nbsp; Tonight couldn’t be about sadness or a hesitancy to accept her future.&nbsp; “You can stay here if you’d like, but I’m going to swim in the moonlight.&nbsp; And I’m taking this,” she waved the leather pouch with jerky in it, “With me.”&nbsp; Not that he’d ever taken it, but maybe one day…<br><br>With absolute confidence that he would follow, Aiyana made her way toward where the forest met the riverside and the clear bank she knew to be there.&nbsp; Several times in the past she'd ventured to this same spot, sometimes with the wolf and sometimes without him; it felt like a secret sanctuary for her, tucked away within an already hidden one.&nbsp; Yet here she felt most connected to the world around her, to the river her eyes mimicked.&nbsp; There was no worry about being discovered; as far as she knew she was the only one from her tribe who ventured into the woods, the others too afraid of what may lurk in the deeper parts.&nbsp; Dropping her staff and pouch, she slid her calf boots off first and then pulled the doeskin dress up off her to reveal her nude form beneath.&nbsp; The lingering moon poured over her, cast seductive shadows along her curves and dark honey skin.&nbsp; With but a wink to the wolf she went running into the rippling waters!&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>With Intent</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 18:07:29</strong>
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				Kujumar hungered for that smile, the one that came from her pouts forming into one beautiful yet tempting expression that gave note to such fullness and warmth.&nbsp; It caused such awkward sensation to grip at even the proud beast he took to shape in.&nbsp; A sensation that he both enjoyed and disliked for it made things harder for him.&nbsp; Frustrated him greatly as there was times he wished to lunge over that barrier that was placed by his tribe.&nbsp; No one was supposed to know, yet whenever she spoke that maw wanted to part and utter words in animalistic tongue as well as his mind to set free what she most desired to hear. What he&nbsp; most desired to do, her tones washed over him urging those strong muscles to awaken and tense more so than they already did. Ku thought the tension that punished his body for not being honest with her couldn't get any worse...it did. <br><br>Ku was fine when she spoke of a "she wolf" never...his spare time was spent mostly here...he wanted to say being quite selfish with her as his company.&nbsp; Though he was a man and sure he had looked at other women in his tribe but none had that same smile.&nbsp; Nor gave him this...feeling that sought to burn him alive as the years had passed between him and her.&nbsp; Ku let loose a snort to her about him being a bit tardy, wanted to lick her face in counter but he didn't.&nbsp; What he did do was feel as if his entire world began to shift once she said the words mated.&nbsp; Mated?&nbsp; It twisted his very insides and produced such a volatile feelings toward the Chief's son.&nbsp; Wanting to bring the man to heel and denounce his claim over Aiyana...unable to stop that growl which erupted from his maw.&nbsp; Ku was surprised at himself...for even having a inkling of jealousy normally he was accepting of things...but this...this he could not accept.&nbsp; Aye, he knew someday there times here...at this very rock would come to a end.&nbsp; No longer children...he knew this, his paw raked along he ground trying to gain grip and sense over his own self.&nbsp; <br><br>The savage tribes? This helped to ebb away such drastic thoughts that began to form how he was close in breaking more than just a rule but a taboo.&nbsp; &nbsp;Wasn't the Deslan's supposed to protect these lands? Or that was a jist of things when he grew up or was this too small of a matter for them to even consider?&nbsp; Aiyana was in danger...he knew now would he be able to truly stand by and do nothing?&nbsp; He'd have a word with his father, the wolf shifted his head in thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Only to have her regain his attention when she mentioned the river, and the jerky which he could smell just as well as her skin.&nbsp; He perked his head up and she saw those ears stand on attention as if intrigued by the proposition of her bathing. For the moment his mind didn't become weighed down by the inevitable.&nbsp; He wanted to pick her up then for that show of confidence. The way she carried herself in such a natural sway...Gods.&nbsp; How did she turn out to be such a woman? Growling inwardly at himself.&nbsp; Before following right after her to the river.&nbsp; Alas the simple pleasure of just watching her turned into something else.&nbsp; His mind wouldn't retreat once he saw her bare before him. There was a crack then, in that wall of hesitancy bound by tradition.&nbsp; A voice filtered through sounding similar to his own.<br><br><em>The chief's son will always see this body...supple, ripe, smooth, beautiful...he will see it after this day not you.&nbsp; <br>He will touch her. Not you.&nbsp; <br>Have her smile.&nbsp; Not you<br>Everything about her will belong to him.&nbsp; Not you</em><br><br>Chains that were once constricting around his body preventing him from taking a step beyond that 15 feet radius broke that day.&nbsp; She heard it the sound of his steps that were once silent, now anxious. Filled with purpose the padding of her wolf.&nbsp; She may have sensed his frustrations, his anguish, hunger, longing, sadness everything that was once shielded and blocked from her flowed out at once. Her pouch was the first thing he assaulted; followed by Ku's voice such deep guttural male baritones, that was smooth and rich.&nbsp; Rumbled out with certainty, arrogance, and dominance. <br><br><em>"My Jerky."</em><br><br>Aiyana probably spun around at that point either with the swift padding of his paws, or the sound of his voice which she hadn't heard in their eight long years of knowing one another.&nbsp; Either way he wouldn't stop the momentum of his run for he out rightly brought her down to the ground.&nbsp; Lunged at her.&nbsp; She couldn't sense any malcontent.&nbsp; Ku would never hurt her least not intentionally but that lunge was due to the moment.&nbsp; His paws on either side of her head as she heard the sounds of his panting breaths. Heavy, labored as if the very weight of her words finally reached him.&nbsp; All those years of pure frustration of wanting to express anything valid to her began to show.&nbsp; Lowering that massive head of the beast to nuzzle his wet nose across her cheek. Before pressing the entirety of his thick, strong, yet smooth fur of his head against the side of her face.&nbsp; Such a animalistic show of affection. Predatorial.&nbsp; Growling out lowly to her and using his entire frame in a show of greed to block out the rays of the moon, from anyone seeing Aiyana below him. <br><br><em>"I refuse...Aiyana..I refuse. You...you will be mine.." <br>"My mate."<br>"I'm Deslan. I will take you away"</em> <br><br>Aiyana saw it then him shapeshift...his face came first as she no longer felt the thick mane of the wolf rubbing against the side of her face.&nbsp; But the leathery texture of male whiskers being so abrasive against her skin.&nbsp; He had such strong facial structure, sharp, rugged.&nbsp; Skin a darker tan to reflect more of the image of the wolf she constantly saw.&nbsp; His hair receded back to his scalp it was no less thick than when it covered the entirety of his face.&nbsp; Still wild and untamed, short cropped atop of Ku's head.&nbsp; That rubbing of his did not stop as his nose mashed to her own.&nbsp; His eyes that of the deepest ocean blue.&nbsp; When they sought her own, she would find them just as vast as the body of water they represented.&nbsp; His breaths no more of a rampant beast, that washed down along her lips. But one of a man.&nbsp; He knew he was taking a gamble...that this maybe too much for her.&nbsp; But Gods he could barely stand it his name whispered upon her lips- "Kujumar, of the Deslan Tribe." that was when his lips took her own.&nbsp; He had such a supple mouth easily taking her pouts in that moment. Slowly did he smolder them letting her feel the traces of hunger, desire, longing.&nbsp; With each deep stroking brush that drank her mouth, had the very things that caused such a wonderful smile. He wanted it and fed her mouth his words. His name. His breaths.&nbsp; Everything was poured into that very kiss.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I'm Kujumar.</em> His lips parted wide taking more of what he wanted to be his. <em>I'm of the Deslan tribe</em>. His strong hands filled with soil delved into her hair taking such lustrous strands into his palms. Seeking her scalp. <em>I will take you away</em>.&nbsp; Possessive grip urged her more to his lips for her to bend to him. <em>You will be my mate.</em> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 06:17:45</strong>
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				The moment she first felt him empathetically, when her senses tingled with such new awareness of her wolf friend, Aiyana’s heart shuddered and then pounded hard against her chest.&nbsp; Feet away from the cool water she whirled around as he lunged at the jerky pouch, claiming it for his own, his words rumbling through her heard.&nbsp; She couldn’t believe what she was seeing!&nbsp; Hearing!&nbsp; Her wolf had finally spoken to her!&nbsp; The sheer elation what she felt, had bubbling and rising through her, was only offset by everything she felt from him; his emotions washed through her and held her defenseless, tears pooling in her eyes as he rushed to her and tackled her down to the soft ground.&nbsp; Then she was laughing, soft and joyously, as his furry head nuzzled into her, pressed cheek to cheek.<br><br>“You can speak to me!&nbsp; I knew it!” she gasped, her watery eyes bright and features flushed with happiness.&nbsp; How often had she wished for this moment?&nbsp; Yearned to hear her dear friend and companion?&nbsp; Years had been spent trying to get him to respond and now –<br><br>His next words slammed into her, held her paralyzed beneath him.&nbsp; Deslan!?&nbsp; No!&nbsp; That was impossible!&nbsp; Wasn’t it?&nbsp; The Deslan didn’t exist, they were a myth, a fairy tale passed among the tribes – had been for centuries.&nbsp; He was playing with her, cruelly teasing her with what she’d said at the rock and over the years.&nbsp; Or maybe her wolf was just trying to comfort – <em>no, no</em>!&nbsp; Aiyana’s breath caught in her lungs and her eyes widened as wolf became man right before her, skin – not fur – now hovering above her, touching her.&nbsp; The caught breath came out in a shudder as her heart slammed against her chest in wild, erratic beats.&nbsp; This couldn’t be real!&nbsp; Maybe… maybe she’d hit her head when the wolf tackled her?<br><br>Aiyana banished that theory the moment he captured her mouth and kissed her as she never had been before.&nbsp; It was deep and passionate, filled with such yearning and desire that broke away her immediate defenses.&nbsp; She’d never known a touch like this, a kiss like had her body flushing and senses whirling.&nbsp; For long moments all she could do was let her body respond – as it wanted to – her lips parting and mouth lifting to his.&nbsp; She heard him in her mind, clung to the sound of his voice, his name, and made only a whimpered sound as he kissed her deeper, fisted her hair in his hands and held her so possessively.&nbsp; This was pure madness and yet an instinctive part of her only wanted more, as if it had merely been waiting for this very moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Untold moments – or where they minutes? – later Aiyana’s mind snapped back, rushing and pushing its way through her dazed state and overwhelmed senses.&nbsp; Her hands finally lifted, though they felt as if they were weighed down by the oceans, and firmed at his shoulders.&nbsp; With a gasp she pushed against him as she wrenched her mouth free.<br><br>“Wait!”&nbsp; Breathless she stared up at him, her svelte body flushed and warm, nipples erect and slightly aching.&nbsp; “This… No!&nbsp; This can’t be.&nbsp; You… The Deslan… They aren’t real.&nbsp; You’ve heard the same stories my Nokomis told me.&nbsp; But they’re just that – stories.&nbsp; Fables.”&nbsp; Despite her words – still breathless as her lungs fought to ease themselves – Aiyana knew she didn’t quite believe them.&nbsp; Despite Nokomis telling her they were myths hadn’t explained the random disappearances throughout the decades, the stray villager – usually a female – suddenly gone with no explanation.&nbsp; It never explained why no one else went into the woods.&nbsp; But she knew the world was different, she was a living testament of that!&nbsp; If she could live to communicate with animals and mystical arts, then surely another could change their forms, go between man and wolf at whim… and not be Deslan.<br><br>“This can’t be real,” she whispered, slightly shaking her head against the hold of his hands.&nbsp; He was distracting, <em>too</em> distracting.&nbsp; The sound of his voice, something she'd been yearning for years, was absolutely mesmerizing, keeping her spellbound with his eyes that she couldn't look away from.&nbsp; She couldn't dispel the lingering heat in her body, the way parts of her loved having him so close to her, his lips well within reach.&nbsp; He made it so difficult to think, to consider reality.&nbsp; “I’m… I’ve already been chosen by the Chief’s son.&nbsp; I have a village, a tribe, depending on me.&nbsp; I know I’m scared of that, but…”&nbsp; But she couldn’t just run as much as she wanted to.&nbsp; Could she?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>With Intent</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 21:54:23</strong>
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				Ku would have never done this taken a woman outright well no he would have but at least introduced himself first.&nbsp; Go into that long dance of flirting and prodding but not outrightly kissing another as he had done so right now.&nbsp; For years he had watched her grow...for years he had admired her..spirit...her tenacity.&nbsp; Found her laughter infectious as well as her smile his hunger to be with her had grown from the simple admiration of her person to the longing that a man had for a woman.&nbsp; His woman.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted to make that very clear his heart pounded and adrenaline fueled his actions as well as desperation feeling as though this maybe the last time he would ever see her. Underneath the light of the moon didn't do her beauty, or allure any true justice.&nbsp; He never dreamed what it would be like to actually touch her, to feel the true softness of her lips against his.&nbsp; Otherwise those years of just being a wolf and spending time with her in such a guise would have been harder. Now it will be for she responded back with the same fervor of passion granting him more of her taste.&nbsp; Which he took eagerly without hesitation.&nbsp; There would be no more waiting as his lips truly drank from her pouts as though they were such delicious ripe fruits, one he tried to plunder the juices by being so firm, adding in constant pressure.&nbsp; Just like the one building up within his body that frame atop of hers she could feel it rippling.&nbsp; One of a powerful physique one of a man wanting a woman. How it responded to the flush granting a brief friction one of desire...of need. Of such emotions he almost gave into till he felt the soft caress of her hand a touch to bring his senses back. He groaned. <br><br>The sound was one of displeasure as the dream inducing kiss still had him reeling his mouth never once felt such thrumming.&nbsp; As though bees were buzzing their wings at the very tip of his generous mouth.&nbsp; Leaving behind such ache and renewed thirst, still remembering her whimpers that caused such thirst.&nbsp; A thirst that was even more worse with the lose of contact heated breaths washed down upon her. She'd find the man heaving with such protest his entire body rippled, and quaked.&nbsp; The kiss was that powerful...held such sway over him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Damn it all Aiyana...I have waited for years....years I have been patient.&nbsp; Telling myself no I cannot speak to you.&nbsp; It is forbidden no one can know...even me seeing you was pushing beyond the boundaries. " he snarled lowly she saw his eyes glow and flash to mimick the pure frustration and emotions that tore right through him.&nbsp; Gods he ached all over his body scowled at him, for denying such pleasure to the likes he had never known to be possible.&nbsp; Could she feel it though? His desire the way it welled and teased the tautness of her belly to remind her that he was naked. That his desire throbbed and tried to burn its place along her stomach.&nbsp; Ku was frustrated beyond belief what proof did she need to have? <br><br>"It is real...I've always been here with you ever since that time with the baby fox.&nbsp; I couldn't help myself it was.....your smile...and your laughter.&nbsp; I wanted to know more of someone who could smile and laugh like you can. I am real...this is real...I am a Deslan! I can show you. " he wasn't thinking straight of what that could entail the here magnitude of trouble that can cause.&nbsp; But he wanted her he knew he did.&nbsp; She felt all too good underneath his hands...the softness of her hair the coolness of its' caress at the back of his palms to the elegant yet soft structure of her face beneath his fingertips.&nbsp; And the shapely plains of her body that writhed slightly underneath his own having him shudder and bite back the wave of heat that crushed at the pits of his stomach.&nbsp; He shook his head to her words as he stared at her with his dark azure hues having their eyes remained locked.&nbsp; To keep her focus upon him he dared bathed her lips with another deep drugging dose of his mouth to hers.&nbsp; Such raw intensity from a simple firm meeting of flesh against flesh he whispered to her then- "Nothing is truly set as fate deems it...I cannot believe it. It doesn't feel right..if your tribe is in trouble, I can help. You can mate with me." <br><br>His eyes held a devilish flicker within them as his teeth nipped at her nose- "Or must I convince you as well that this body belongs to me. It already heats...and flushes,it knows what it wants. " -his head dared to lower and his strands of hair the only thing that was cold dared to tease her chin.&nbsp; While his lips teased down the slender column of her throat.&nbsp; having his teeth gently rake along the pulse that he wanted to claim. Instead he pressed a chaste kiss and whispered a murmur against her flesh- "It wants me...it chooses me.&nbsp; And this ritual...I will be the favor...I will perform it...I will be chosen over this Chief's son. If you wish it I will do it. " -his head lifted then as she saw his eyes...were very serious.&nbsp; He wouldn't lose her he refused that this night would be their last-&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 06:54:40</strong>
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				Aiyana couldn't think with him on top of her, overwhelming every single one of her senses and leaving her thoughts so scattered in the process.&nbsp; His hands were still buried in her hair, the feel of him sending shivers racing down through her meeting the trembles that erupted from the pit of her burning, clenched stomach.&nbsp; Still, she heard his words, his voice pouring through her; his tone left her quivering a little, the surge of being on the verge of possession sweeping through her.&nbsp; His scent filled her every time she drew in breath, each one deep as she fought to calm her racing heart.&nbsp; She sensed no lie from him.&nbsp; Through everything, the way her body was pulsating, how much he clouded her mind, she felt that with a bone deep conviction.&nbsp; He spoke truth, something she suddenly realized she was having a bit of trouble accepting.&nbsp; It meant the Deslan were real; all those stories she'd heard growing up, the same she clung to, weren't mere fables.&nbsp; <br><br>Before another thought could come, her mouth was his again.&nbsp; There hadn't been a moment to protest; soft lips yielded beneath his, her eyes closing on their own as she whimpered into his mouth.&nbsp; Desire flared back through her, had her body arching a little into his before she managed to stop herself -- it cost her, though, as it had her hands curling into his shoulders.&nbsp; Instead of pushing him away she found herself clinging to him, her heart hammering against her chest and blood roaring through her head.&nbsp; How could he expect her to think or decide anything when he was kissing her like that?&nbsp; And then -- so sweetly she sighed, her kiss swollen lips staying parted -- when his mouth was exploring her.&nbsp; Every touch of his lips and teeth had her shivering harder, gasping when the chaste kiss only fueled her brighter, deeper.&nbsp; She did want him.&nbsp; There was no denying what her body was screaming, how instinctive she was reacting to him.&nbsp; It felt as if part of her had merely been waiting for him -- specifically him.&nbsp; <br><br>"I... I can't think," she whimpered when his head lifted and drew her eyes back to him.&nbsp; She wasn't making any movement to try and ease away from him -- she couldn't.&nbsp; The thought refused to be entertained, driven further away as she looked into his eyes, felt him so firm and achingly against her stomach.&nbsp; "Please," came her whisper, her eyes dark as sapphires and burning.&nbsp; What was she begging for, though?&nbsp; To be released?&nbsp; To be claimed?&nbsp; To soothe the aching need he'd caused?&nbsp; She didn't know!&nbsp; That alone scared her, had the fingers clinging to his shoulder tremble.&nbsp; It didn't seem fair that he affected her so, reduced her to this!&nbsp; The only comfort there was that at least he seemed similarly effected ... almost.<br><br>"I have... questions.&nbsp; A lot of questions.&nbsp; And this, how we are, is not conducive for talk.&nbsp; But I can't push you away."&nbsp; The words were spoken so softly she wasn't entirely sure he'd hear her -- even for a wolf.&nbsp; It grated on her that she didn't why she couldn't push him away; that flared through her eyes, had her jaw firming and tilting a little.&nbsp; Perhaps it was because she didn't want to?&nbsp; Even now her body was still smoldering, every shift or brush of their bodies stoking her arousal.&nbsp; A breath away from his chest her nipples were hard and tight, aching to be touched.&nbsp; And when she tilted her head a moment later it wasn't to ease away from his hands, but she rather nuzzled into the fingers that held her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>With Intent</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 19:55:17</strong>
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				Ku had been in that fiercely dominant animal's body for quite sometime it wasn't too farfetched that the instincts and strong alpha like mind that only made his natural one all the more aggressive.&nbsp; For the longing to claim her hadn't been a mere infatuation but years of denying himself.&nbsp; How close he was to just snatching her kidnapping her away, from all that she knew and placed her under the weight of his invisible chains wanting to constrict her to only him.&nbsp; That thought alone thrilled him having his heart leap from the broadness of his chest all the way up to his throat were it lodged itself there.&nbsp; For every reaction she gave only fueled the alpha within for it breathed in her scent. Every bit of it was female even though it was subtle she radiated her own pheromones and how it pulled upon him. Having his mind be consumed with so many things at once.&nbsp; Thinking was barely even a option now, he had to stop kissing her. Aiyana. <br><br>Which had to be one of the bigger tasks he had ever encountered she wasn't making things any easier...for years he had wanted her, all to this day he finally took what he wanted and her pouts were so yielding to him. That mouth he spent years of listening to knowing her voice, and the soft sounds it can admit better than most.&nbsp; It intoxicated him now instead of captivating drawing out that heat once simmered along the surface was all but broiling within his frame.&nbsp; Causing such never ending ache and her trembling served as one of the many potent way to drive him to rage, and further to madness at the sigh.&nbsp; The soft exhale of breath did a number on the Deslan warrior stripping him further of logic...now he was the one that couldn't think...especially with the way his eyes dipped down to her lips. Pleading their sanity, when all he could think about was how much she gave in.&nbsp; With the same amount of passion and fire. By all that is good...of gods of old and knew...heaven help them both. Her please had his muscles chord how delicious it looked seeing this man as hard as stone against her. Just rippling to the single word that had his lips snapping playfully at her.&nbsp; While one of his paw-like hands began to curl into the soil digging in ever so deep. Trying to control the urge but her trembling was driving him on edge.&nbsp; <em>Please what? he wanted to ask</em>&nbsp; But he knew the answer would send them deeper into the pit they were already relishing in...talk they needed to talk!<br><br>He tried to ignore how warm her body was.&nbsp; How soft it was to the touch, and how much it contrasted to his own. Where she felt nothing but the jagged texture of a man running along her softer skin.&nbsp; Even the most subtle of contact caused such delicious friction that even had his frame quivering and his body tighten all the more.&nbsp; He wanted the swelling to stop the pulsing ache of his fleshly sword, as it pulsated against her belly. Like a second heart it thrummed ever so much, trying to brand itself hotly against her stomach where it wanted to fill her ever so much. He raked his one hand into the ground harder now trying to find some semblance of control.&nbsp; How it faded fast, hardly remembering what he offered...all he can think about was having another taste. Growling lowly as he sucked in a deeper breath and she heard him grunt. Trying not to have his eyes dip down to the globes of flesh and her peaks, he knew how aroused she was...and he was so close to devouring every inch of her. "Aiyana..." -his voice strained now as he pulled them both from the ground for her to sit on his lap. Not carrying if it pinned his ache he will ignore it.&nbsp; Have his forehead rest to her own..willing himself to calm. He will calm down!<br><br>"Aiyana...speak...while I have a sound of mind enough.&nbsp; How I want you...but we need to talk. I know this...just talk...let me hear what is in your mind..and body. " he was being fair...or was it unfair right now to them both? His hand rose shakily and continued to bath in the way she leaned into his touch. That nuzzle got a deeper attention by his knuckles stroking down with such care and tenderness along the side of her neck. Unlike another par of him wanted to ravage- "Talk. Aiayan." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of the Wolf: the Deslan Tribe [( Moirae &amp; With Intent )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 09:17:01</strong>
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				Despite how brief it was, the moment she lost physical contact with him she felt it hit hard, deep, and cold.&nbsp; It had a small frown tug on her lips, although the coldness was dispelled the moment she was back in his arms.&nbsp; Her legs curled, drew into his lap as she leaned into him, wrapped one arm around him.&nbsp; It made no sense how bereft she’d felt for those few seconds, that the loss of him would hit her so hard and quickly when she had only just discovered how it felt to be in his arms.&nbsp; Still, she nestled close to him, her head tilting to instinctively lay upon his shoulder as if it simply knew where to go, where to rest while they spoke and allowed their passions to temporarily cool.&nbsp; <br><br>Not that this position was all that more conducive to thought and conversation.&nbsp; Aiyana came to that realization as she settled there on his lap and soaked in his warmth, felt her own easily and quickly reflamed.&nbsp; The realization sunk in further the moment he nuzzled into and his hand touched her skin; in an instant she was shivering, quietly murmuring as she soaked in the offered affection.&nbsp; How was she supposed to sit in his lap and ask her questions?&nbsp; Sitting there, his firmness pressed against her thigh and her senses still being toyed with by him simply being so close to her, Aiyana found herself so out of her depth.&nbsp; For long moments she was quiet as she struggled to find her way into a saner plane, at least one where she could speak without being breathless.<br><br>When she did finally speak she was thankful that she was only a little breathless, though her words came so fast as if she were afraid that if they didn’t come tumbling out she may never speak them.&nbsp; <br><br>“The Deslan… Tales have your tribe have been passed down for generations.&nbsp; Are they true?&nbsp; All of them?&nbsp; My Nokomis said… they would take kin from the tribes, mate with them.”&nbsp; If she were kin… that would explain so much.&nbsp; If?&nbsp; Her mind shook itself… then waited.&nbsp; “Do you only take kin or … are you taking me simply because you want me?&nbsp; You said it’d been forbidden, us coming in contact.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Will I be putting you in danger?&nbsp; Can you really help the tribes?&nbsp; I thought… I thought the Deslan had removed themselves with interring with tribal affairs.&nbsp; Why hasn’t your tribe come back?”&nbsp; Moistening her lips, she paused just long enough to gather in a breath – unsteady as it was.&nbsp; “Why… Why now?&nbsp; Why could you now come this close to me?&nbsp; Why not before?”<br><br>There were a lot of questions… and still she knew she had more.&nbsp; But she didn’t want to ask them yet.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure she entirely wanted to hear his answers, either… except she had to.&nbsp; Right then she couldn’t think about how parts of her still aching, how much she wanted the feel of him above and over her again; it couldn’t matter then how hard her nipples remained, how much she desperately wanted him to touch her there… or lower where the heat had focused and left her wet, aroused.&nbsp; Unable to help herself, Aiyana’s dark head tilted back until her lips found the curve of his neck.&nbsp; Softly they brushed, then again, the tip of her tongue flickering out needing to have a taste of him.
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