Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 18:38:23</strong>
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				LeeAnn awoke with a start, her heart pounding, body shaking with desire unsated. Her astral self, Rizziahna, was in heat, and that meant trouble. Clearly she remembered what had transpired in the Sanctuary, and she moaned softly, silently, at the thought. What was meant to be a slaking of her heat was promising to haunt her. <br><br>A few hours later, she found herself deep in thought once again. She had spoken with her friends, wondering if perhaps she had met one of them in the Sanctuary. None of them had become more than just aware, and this troubled her. One of her friends however, told her she knew whom the Naggaven she had spoken of was. She told her his name, she spoke of his rank, he was High Commander of the guard of Sanctuary. She was only a guard herself.&nbsp; Her mind wandered, and she found herself in sanctuary, alone, in her own chambers. At least she had made it back here. Looking over her scales in the mirror, she raised a brow at the markings on her shoulders and neck. He had made quite the impression. At least she had gotten cleaned up....<br><br>A sharp whistle brought her back to the mortal realm, a distraction, on the bus ride home from work. A strange, creepy man covered in filth, who likely had barely afforded his bus fare, had whistled at her. Silently, she couldnt blame him. Her human form was attractive, not that it really mattered to her. This was just one passing life in a million. What she was sure of, was that she needed to find the High Commander again, even if it meant spending the rest of this life searching.
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 19:03:05</strong>
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				It was over almost as quickly as it had happened. Draigarth, High Commander of the Sanctuary guard had violated the highest regulation in the code he himself had written. He knew the individual as well as their rank and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't finished. Something in him wanted more as well as wanted to forget it ever happened. <br><br>Blaine awoke with a slow start, a night of drinking with friends left him feeling just as bad if not worse . He had told them of the occurence in a real-life story that way they would be able to comprehend. They didn't have the ability let alone the awareness to understand what the actual story meant. They offered advice: "If it's so wrong, don't do it. However, if you feel you must then no one can stop you."<br><br>So, he went to work as he took care of tasks as High Commander. "Draigarth, sir, we need you down in the dungeon. A prisoner has demanded he speak to you." He went to rise from his seat when a loud cry snapped him back to reality. "How can you do this to me?! I have mouths to feed!" <br><br>Blaine was quick to snap back, forgetting his place as a mere worker at a clothing company's human resources department. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but it isn't my decision to fire or hire people. Nor is it my job to hear them complain when the decision isn't one that they like." She went into screaming at him and that ended up with police getting involved, again. Which meant he was stuck in reality for far longer than he wished to be.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 19:18:52</strong>
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				Rizziahna slipped into her armor and walked quietly to the practice yard. She needed to get her mind off of the High Commander and back onto actual training. Picking up a practice sword, she went at one of the dummies, her grace, and deadly finesse in near coreagraphed moves was more than enough to earn the normal glances and grunts of aproval from onlookers. She had never been very high in rank, no she was just another warrior that no one tended to look twice at, so what she had done made it all the more strange, all the more wrong.. and all the more right, at the same time.<br><br>It did bother her however that she hadn't realized, hadn't seen through the intensity of her heat that it was her commander. While he had never really looked at her twice, at least to her knowledge, she was sure there was going to be trouble of it. There was a hollar nearby, a small green naggaven snickering at her, making catcalls at the way her scales shined, the fact that she was gravid was plain, and it only egged her on to further take her aggression out on the target dummy.<br><br>LeeAnn rolled over, staring out the window. It had been roughly a week, and she had managed to avoid Draigarth in the Sanctuary, but it was only a matter of time before she would have to report for duty. The more she thought about what happened, one side of her desperately needed him again, and the other side was constantly berating herself for falling into bed with her commanding officer. Groaning, she shoved the pillow over her face. It was saturday, and for once the last thing she wanted to do was sleep... but there she was, stuck in Sanctuary.
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 19:37:35</strong>
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				Blaine fell into bed with a thud. It was around two AM and he wanted his sleep. He had rightfully earned it after the police battered him with endless questions. After a certain point he found himself back in the Sanctuary, being brought up to speed on what had happened in his time in the human realm. The prisoner knew of what he did and threatened to expose it lest he did him a favor. An early realease. With a laugh, he flat out denied the request saying the prisoner had little more than a bluff. <br><br>He laid awake, his gaze fixated on the ceiling as he fought back the urge to slip back into his more prominent role. "Ugh, I just want sleep. The human body needs certain things to function properly." Yet it was to no avail. He was exhausted, filled with desire, and alone. <br><br>Making his nightly rounds, the prisoner's words wouldn't cease to haunt him. What would happen if the secret was exposed? Would his rank and title be stripped from him? Would all that he had worked to achieve over the countless years amount to nothing? It wouldn't leave him and it was beginning to drive him insane. 
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 19:55:39</strong>
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				Rizziahna snapped the target in half with a low growl. Taking a deep breath, she narrowed her eyes, glaring towards the dungeons. She had heard the rumors from the other warriors. A prisoner had seen them. Or at least, he thought they had seen them. What was she going to do? Pacing back and forth sne snarled low, and most others got out of her way. Her scales shined with her armor under the light of the full moon here. Turning her gaze back towards the dungeons, bright golden eyes were full of fire.<br><br>A sudden sharp noise behind her set her off, and the practice sword she had been holding was set at a large, black gryphon male's throat. "Easy now Rizzi... just here to talk.." The Gryphons were part of the ruling council. Quickly she took a step back and lowered her weapon. "That's a little better..." Thomaoz spoke softly, his icy blue gaze intimidating, even for being smaller and more fragile than her. She looked away.<br><br>"What can this warrior do for you sir." She hissed softly, wondering if this was the end of her career in their militia.<br><br>"We need to talk." came the soft squawk in reply. "I understand you are gravid this moon?" When she nodded, he did the same. "There is little one can do when instinct takes hold, am I right?" She nodded again, mildly confused. "Well then.. In order to keep this from happening again.. You will need to seek out a mate.. It does not matter whom.. no charges will be held against you.. but that will be your mate... there will be no other. Understand?" <br><br>She swallowed hard, wishing now more than ever to wake up. At least the two of them were in private. No one could hear. How the hell was she supposed to do that precisely? She highly doubted the commander would want her, after such a scare....<br><br>Finally her prayers were answered and a thunderstorm outside of her tiny apartment caused LeeAnn's mind to break back to the mortal realm. That had been the most uncomfortable experience of her life, and she was sure it wasn't over. Her home, her safest place, was beginning to look more like a nightmare. Quietly, she curled into a ball on her bed, fighting exhaustion, and fighting the will to go back.
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 20:23:18</strong>
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				During his inspection of the knights living quarters he saw a familiar figure and someone else. It was not against policy for knights to partake in personal.. delights. But something about the whole situation made little sense to him. It was a Gryphon and one of high prestige as well. Why would they be here? This was his domain, the guard and the ruling class were never allowed to mingle outside of common areas for.. obvious reasons. However, his position as knight commander came before all else. So, he would have to ignore it for now.<br><br>Blaine awoke several hours later only to find that the roof of his apartment was leaking onto his bed. "Cheap bastards. I'll make sure they hear about this." He completely ignored the fact there was a thunderstorm going on outside. "Man, I have to be at work in a few hours too. What a pain." He rose from the bed, placing a pan where the leak was. He went about his usual routine. Shower, brushing his teeth, and making himself look.. presentable.<br><br>Draigarth, on the other hand, was taking it upon himself to conduct a thorough search of the area for any breaches of security. If the prisoner's words were on fact true.. then he had a serious problem on his hands. What if enemies discovered the same method of observation? What if the prisoner sasn't the only one who had seen them? All of these questions were beating on his already weary mind. Making him more and more vulnerable to the impulses that had placed him in the situation in the first place.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 20:44:23</strong>
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				LeeAnn sighed softly. What Thomaoz had spoken with her about even after she had forced herself partially back to reality was mind shattering. If she was to mate with one, she was to keep to that one. How was she supposed to take that to her commander? Uncertain, and painfully aware that he might very well simply discharge her from the guard, it weighed heavilly on her mind as she woke up, slowly getting ready to head out. She had some shopping to do today, even if it was her day off.<br><br>A few minutes later had her heading to the elevator, and waiting, dressed in snug fitting jeans, t-shirt and a loose denim coat with a sweater hoodie on it, pulled up over deep brunette hair. Her hands rested in her pockets, her keys jangling on a belt loop as she waited for what seemed like an eternity. She could not help but wonder about this world too. She didn't have a boyfriend, lover or significant other here. Did Draigarth have a body in the realm of mortals? Here there was no stigmatta.. here there was no rank difference... maybe here she could find her cravings of him sated if he denied her in the Sanctuary....<br><br>She was so lost in this thought, in fact, that she wouldn't hear the approach of her rather attractive, if quiet, neighbor, on his way to work, as she muttered under her breath. "Damn that Thomaoz.. damn his feathered ass to hell." She knew he was one of the high council, knew that he had come on behalf of them all. They didn't want something to happen to their most belvoed guard, Sir Draigarth... but.. still.. He had openly told her that if she was going to sleep with her commander, that was the only one she would. How was that fair? what if he told her no, what if she was left mateless for eternity?
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 22:04:44</strong>
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				Draigarth was sitting in his office doing the mundane part of his job. Writing reports, leave notices,&nbsp; and above all.. dividing up security rounds to those on duty for the day and evening. He never had a moment's rest in the dreamscape so his human life was often his chance of relaxation though lately it's become more of a chore than his being knight captain. <br><br>He was on his way to the elevator, lost deep in thought, stuck in the dreamscape for the time being. "Damn that Thomaoz.." The words were enough to quickly snap him back to reality. "Yeah, Thomaoz is a bit of a prick isn't he? Even for me, try having him breathing down your neck every hour of the day. It's more exhausting than being here in the human realm dealing with angry people for hours on end."<br><br>He acknowledged the fact that one of his neighbors was also of equal calibur. "You know, you probably have it easy. I have the most work of any in that place." He passed by her and opted to take the stairs instead. His short auburn hair and loose fitting shirt and jeans being ruffled by the wind and he hurried on. He didn't even so much as glance at her. His cold, blue eyes were more focused on the path ahead. "Next time you see him, send him Crimson's regards. He'll get the message."
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 22:28:03</strong>
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				Her eyes widened, snapped out of her train of thought by his return comment to her remark. No.. it wasn't possible.. the handsome stranger that lived down the hall... HE was her commander? This was new lows of embarrassment. Even after he was gone, she pondered what she should do. She knew there was far less to constrain her here but... <br><br>Her soul wandered. As her mortal form went about the routine grocery shopping, Rizziahna found herself walking to his office. It was mid morning there, and not many were in the command center. Walking forwards with purpose, she nearly lost her willpower, seeing him deep in thought at his desk. Taking a step forwards, she waited for him to acknowledge her, her shining scales practically glowing in the sunlight filtering into the room.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 22:44:10</strong>
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				And there he did sit, his soul wandering from his human consciousness with the mundane task of work keeping his human body busy. He was filing the last bit of the patrol reports when someone walked into his office. It was.. No, he wouldn't be phased by it. It was, in fact, Rizzianha.. the one whom he had been with a mere few nights ago. "Knight Rizziahna, state your business. I am a very busy man, you know."<br><br>There it was, that tension.. the kind of tension born of desire filled the room but he simply ignored it and kept about his business. He tried securing a route back to his human vessel but it was no use. He was unable to fight the desire and the curiosity. The sunlight shone from him crimson scales, giving an aura of power that many knew to run from. He used it as intimidation to enemies or at times when he was searching for peace. 
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 22:53:20</strong>
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				She cleared her throat and met his eyes. "I am here to appologize for my actions the other night. I should not have let being gravid get the better of me, and while it is no excuse, I did not realize at the time that the mate I saught was crim... Err.. My high commander.. sir. "&nbsp; The nickname he had given her was only used by the council.. mostly Thomaoz himself.. she couldn't have know it on her own. She had been thinking about it and let it slip. Her golden eyes widened slightly, but she tried to continue as if she hadn't betrayed her mortal vestige to him. <br><br>"I would also... Like to speak to you on a more personal level sir... If you would allow me." She paused. Before continuing. "The councilman Thomaoz knows..... He.... He gave me.... Instructions.... As I have never taken a mate before... " She waited for him to respond, shaking slightly with her nervousness.
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 23:35:01</strong>
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				He narrowed his eyes as more of an attempt to derail her attempt to court him. "You forget yourself, Rizziahna. I am your superior. You will speak to me with the dignity and prestige your rank deserves. You have done no wrong and you would do well not to forget that. The knight code was written by none other than me in an age long since passed, but it is still our duty to follow it to the letter."<br><br>Without giving a moment's pause, he continued speaking. "You let your lust and passion get the better of you but that's not to say I didn't do the same. You were right in coming forward with an apology but I know that is not the reason that you're here. You've already explained the reason you're here. As for my response, I am unsure of how to respond to such a thing. I am your commander' above all else. Thomaoz has a rather large beak to be attempting a foolish thing like this. He also spoke to you of my other name. The council needs to be rid of that creature. He's nothing short of a lout."<br><br>He stood from his chair, turned away from the knight before him and went to the window. The aura resided as he felt himself become calm yet again. "Now, tell me why you're here. Again, and this time speak with pride."
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 02:35:06</strong>
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				Her eyes narrowed slightly at his tone, but she squared her shoulders, waiting for gm to be done with his tyrade. Once he was finished, she spoke, clearly, precisely, and without hesitation.&nbsp; "In my desire, from my FIRST heat, I saught a mate. At the time my senses were lost to instinct, and I had no knowledge of whom I was bedding." She emphasised the word, her eyes narrowing a bit more, but staring forwards like a good little soldier, instead of at him. "As it is my first heat, my first indescretion was forgiven, in fact, he told me to seek you out, by order of the council. He told me that should our coupling produce offspring that I was to become your mate permanently.."<br><br>Now she looked away. "And as far as your name, sir.. he didn't tell me. "
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 18:27:21</strong>
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				"That's better. You are asking me to be your mate. However, in this realm, that would be an impossibility. Now, as I would need some time to figure these things out. You may be exempt from their judgement, but I am not. In the meantime, I suggest you hunt for the man who gave you my name in the human realm. Might offer you some relief to your.. Ailments." He replied then turned to look at her with a stern look upon his face. "If that is all you came here to discuss with me, return to your duties at once." His gaze softened and he even offered her a bit of a smile. "I will be your mate, if that is your desire, but you will have to earn the right. Or did Thomaoz neglect to mention that to you?"<br><br>Blaine snapped to reality as his boss walked by him. "Here we go again.." She walked over to his desk and gave him that same seductive look she always did. "Hey there, big boy, have my reports come in yet?" Blaine, denying her advances, smiled at her and stood from his chair. "Yes ma'm, they are over there."
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 18:50:01</strong>
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				Rizziahna clenched her maw. Closing her eyes momentarilly, before turning back to him, her face cold, emotionless, her eyes full of fire barely restrained. She knew her place, knew she was a mere soldier. And the fact that in one sentence he spoke of not wanting her, and the next told her she had to earn it. She felt confused, hurt, and more than a little angry. Thomaoz had not mentioned it. he had spoken of the good commander following the council's orders. If she remembered, the feathery creature had been smirking. Now she grew angrier, feeling that this was all some sick joke on her, that it was a test to play with her mind, body and heart. She heard his last sentence, as she turned to go, but feeling that he had dismissed her, she didn't face him for it, merely walked out of the room.<br><br>It was late when she found herself back in the apartments, having wandered most of the day, and not really gotten anything done other than her shopping, which she had apparently taken home and then left the building again. Walking down the hall, she looked at the door across the way from hers. It was his, the male that had mentioned to her Draigarth's name. He was her neighbor. She wondered if he was home. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe it wasn't him. He sure as hell didn't know it was her, in this form. Taking a chance, she walked over, and knocked lightly on his door. It was after dark, he should be home from work by now.
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 19:20:36</strong>
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				He could only watch with a pained expression on his face as she stormed off. He couldn't tell her the truth. The council's orders were law, sure, but he couldn't violate the knight's code any further. Besides, she had left before he could explain his plans to her. He knew she had the potential to be a commander; However, the only way not to violate his own code of honor would be either to have her dischared from the guard or make her an equal rank as him. He would have to use his influence to permit them to enstate a policy abolished ages ago. <br><br>Blaine lay awake angry and sore after being so tense dealing with his cougar of a boss. "Damn her..--" A knock on the door brought him around, back to his senses. "Who is it? I have paid the rent for this month." He groaned as he heaved his ridiculously heavy body from the bed to answer the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 19:38:57</strong>
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				She paused, wondering if she should even do this, before squaring her shoulders and waiting for him to answer the door. Once he did, she tucked her hands into snug fitting jean pockets and looked him over. If she was attractive, there were far few to compare, and she found his human form nearly as appetizing as his draconic one, that was, if this was actually Draigarth. "Um.. hi.. I'm LeeAnn.... I'm your neighbor, across the hall in 24b?" She blushed lightly, unsure how to proceed with this. "I.. I was wondering if I might come in... and talk to you for a minute?"<br><br>She tilted her head, sizing him up for a split second. "I can allways come back later, if.. if you're busy or something...."
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 20:42:58</strong>
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				Blaine looked the woman over and found that he definitely liked what he saw. "Really? This is your human form? I'm impressed. The Gods were surely smiling on you in their determining of your flesh bound vessel." He finally stopped drooling long enough to explain himself. "Oh, forgive me. I'm being rude." He moved from the doorway and waved her in. "I welcome you, Rizziahna." He had long since pieced together the events that had happened in both the dreamscape and the human realm to come to a decision that the woman whom he had passed earlier in the hall was none other than her. His deduction and reasoning skills were the main reasons he was chosen for his position in both realms. "Did you come to follow my advice?" He attempted to imitate the voice of Draigarth, but to no avail. "I think I can speak to you at length over what had transpired at the Sanctuary. I have to explain myself."
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 20:47:36</strong>
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				She blinked. It really was him. "I.. Thanks... Um.. No.. not.. really. I.. just .. I don't know why I'm here. Wasn't even really sure it was you.." She blushed a little deeper and looked away, even as he walked quietly into his apartment, looking around. She had thought it might be much easier than this, but as a human, she lacked quite a bit of the take hold attitude that she held so prized in her home realm. She couldn't help but laugh softly at him trying to imitate his draconic voice with a human throat. "I.. think.. talking.. might be a good idea... um.. what should I call you here? I don't know if commander is.. really appropriate, given the venue..."
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 22:31:46</strong>
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				Blaine laughed at her timid demeanor, it was adorable (to say the least). "Blaine is my human name. I decided it would leave none to question the possibility of my true existence. " He returned to his bed and hit the mattress with a thud. "Make yourself at home. There isn't much to offer and it isn't like I don't have the means to afford it but.." He rolled himself over with a groan and a stretch. "I believe in living a modest life in the human realm."<br><br>He finished adjusting himself on the bed and was beginning to fall asleep. "I am merely your neighbor here. Though my attitude and pride differ little between the two realms." Lifting a hand, he waved lazily at his house guest. I'm talking too much. Please, you speak now."
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 23:24:09</strong>
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				"Blaine..." She let the name roll off her tongue, smiling softly. "I like it." She walked forwards, unsure for a moment&nbsp; but finally deciding to sit on the edge of the bed. "I.. spend most of my time on autopilot here. .. Even though I have substance here, it is not where I wish to be. Though recent events have caused me no end of trouble... " Sighing, LeeAnn looked away, her heart heavy. "I've trained for years... Three human lifetimes.. never really got anywhere. One night in a lust blinded rendezvous and I feel like I've thrown away the only chance I had to be happy there. Thomaoz told me that if I choose another, my place in the guard would be forfeit. I don't get another choice."<br><br>She ran a hand through her hair. Gravidity be damned... "I don't know that I would choose another.. if I had the choice..."
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				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 15:39:42</strong>
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				Blaine slowly opened his eyes and allowed them to rest upon her. "You're not exactly showing much of that attitude I'm used to seeing. Naturally, you're conflicted about all of this. I can only give you this as a reply. The code of honor that I have written prohibits those of rank to be with their subordinates. So, I have only two solutions to the current dilemma; One, leave the guard completely. No rank would exist anymore. Two, become a commander of the guard. You have the potential and I can use my influence to convince them to allow admittance of a regulation abolished since the Bloody Wars raged eons ago." He rolled himself onto his side to face her. "How about it?"<br><br>Blaine let a smirk crawl upon his lips. He knew better than to provoke her, but it might be the only way. "The mighty Rizziahna, being so weak as a mere human. I can only imagine these are your true feelings. I can believe it though. Especially since you're having such a tough time just speaking to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 16:09:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She growled, she wasn't sure how, but it came out -very- close to what Rizziahna would sound like. "With all do respect -sir- do not mistake my respect and confusion for complacency or weakness. If I am to leave the guard you may as well banish me from Sanctuary, or kill my soul. Your choice. I am a soldier, a warrior. I have allways been and I will allways be. I have trouble speaking to you because I cannot for the life of me figure out if I -care- about you or it is just the heat pushing me to the -perfect- mate." She paused for a minute, letting her rising fury cool itself. She didn't want to fight him, here or anywhere. <br><br>"A raise in rank, after everything I have put into the guard would be nice, however." She turned her back on him, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. "It's not been done for years though.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 07:58:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaine had awoken the spark that he was looking for from her and it brought a smirk to his lips.&nbsp; "That's the fire that I was looking for. Rizziahna, you should carry your pride with you everywhere. I will need that in a mate. That fire is what drew me to you that night. I have my reputation in the Sanctuary that doesn't allow me to act upon my personal feelings. Surely you understand, I can't just tell my subcordinate that I want her as my mate. You will have me if that is truly your desire, but I want you to know you're an equal to me. Treat me as such and I'll do the same to you. We have no rules to bind us here in the human realm. That being said, could you tell me the real reason why you're here to see me? What you had planned to do once you figured out that I am Draigarth?" <br><br>What was he attempting to do? Entice her? Enrage her? It didn't matter to him. He wanted to relive the night and he was going to do anything to make it happen. Even if he had to take it by force. "Let out the passion that I desire. Meet me on the level of equals once again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 05:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her anger fell short, but her fire continued. He had set her up, had made her angry to test her, to see if she was worthy? Standing, she moved away, keeping her back turned towards him. "You ordered me to seek out whom had told me your name. Ordered me to 'releive my ailments' with him." She growled softly under her breath. "Considering you want to be equals in this realm. I doubt that a random mating between two humans that barely know each other is a good idea." She turned to glance over her shoulder. "however, a movie, maybe dinner, and we can talk." Her hips were thrown to one side, her arms crossed over her chest, and she looked all the more in control of herself, and her surroundings, a natural leader, one that would not take no for an answer.<br><br>"What do you say Blaine, care to meet me on even ground?"She sneered slightly, the tone of her voice seductive, yet teasing. "Unless you don't think you can handle it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 07:22:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaine offered a smug look and a laugh in response. "You think I couldn't take you and show you a realm you could only imagine? Have you on your knees begging for it to stop and yet crave more and more? Draigarth never backs down from a challenge but why must we wait? What is to stop us? We have very busy lives here in the human realm and we as guards of sanctuary make little of us coming together.&nbsp; So, why don't we cut the act and do as we did nights ago?"<br><br>He stood, walking to her with purpose. His hands caressed her face and he placed a kiss on her lips that held a passion and desire he couldn't begin to fathom. It brought him to act on animal impulse and yet feel.weak in the knees. She had left him longing and now he would take it back. By force if need be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 17:39:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				LeeAnn tilted her head, her heart racing. his words further kindled the spark within her, be it fury or desire, either way would end the same.&nbsp; When his hands touched her, the fire that she had felt nights ago spread through her in an instant. When their lips met, her desire burned hotter, far more intense.<br><br>She could not help it, as she began to push him backwards towards&nbsp; the bed he had left, growling low in her chest between thrusts of her tongue betwixt his lips. Her hands tore at what clothing he was wearing, as her need to be in control took over, showing heavily in her actions. She bit him, only slightly, on his lower lip. A sharp pain, but not enough to draw blood, as she shoved him backwards, and rode him down, onto his mattress. <br><br>Sitting back she stripped the shirt she had been wearing free, revealing a shimmering cobalt blue bra made of silk and lace. Under the edges of her jeans one could see the straps of what was surely a matching thong. It was so close to her scale color in her other form, it had to have been planned that way.&nbsp; Once the shirt was gone she fell forwards once more, taking his lips in passionate fire once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:28:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaine fought her advances as much as possible; his body refusing to allow her the satisfaction of showing pleasure nor desire. He had to maintain a reputation, or at least save face as his underling proceeded to take control of the situation. She bit and kissed him and he could only chuckle through it all. <br><br>As she continued her advances he began to relax, albeit more than he should have, but he would never let her know what he truly felt. That desire for her burning deep within that he could not control, that intoxicating power she possessed over any and everything around her. "Is that it? Surely you have more to offer me than that.. You're supposed to be fierce, unyielding, and yet I find myself.. unimpressed.<br><br>However, he felt his body shiver when she stripped her shirt off to reveal what was underneath. <em>Damn..</em> He cursed at himself in his mind as his lips were occupied once again. <em>This won't end as I want it to, but I need to hold out long enough to retake control.. If that's even possible. </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 06:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				LeeAnn growled softly into the kiss, nipping at his lower lip and pressing him down into the bed. Her heart was hammering, was she sure she was ready to do this? No.. there could be no&nbsp; doubt. If they were playing any kind of trick on her, it would be his downfall, not hers. Taught jeans pressed against him, damp with desire, leaving little of her nethers to the imagination, even as she tugged at his shorts, bucking up onto her knees and back down, grinding against his frame. One hand found its way between them to grip him firmly, but gently enough to arouse him. <br><br>Her lips parted from his momentarily, allowing breath, and a soft growl to echo in his right ear. "Stop the pompous act.. stop the superiority. I want you.. I will have you.. and if I must take what I want in order to get it.. I will do so, gladly." She growled, giving one final tug at his shorts, the seams tearing slightly. "Now we are both overdressed, you need to see to that." Her voice was husky, commanding, and it was highly unlikely the sudden change in composure would change any time soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 07:02:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaine, determined not to show any weakness whatsoever, strained with every bit of effort to combat his primal urges. She had switched gears on him so suddenly that it left little room to form a proper response or counter-measure. <em>Talk about eating my words.. </em> He felt control over himself slipping through his fingers. It was a desperate attempt to continue to hold her off at this point. <em>One last attempt, one last struggle, I have to give it everything I have if I am to make any point by the time she takes complete control. </em> He clenched his teeth and forced himself to speak through the clouded thoughts that were consuming his conscious mind. "You shall not make me yield so easily! Remember, once and for all that you are--" He forced himself up to a sitting position from beneath her. His gaze locked with hers, eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and hatred for his own weakness. "Beneath me! I won't submit to you, LeeAnn! Neither here, nor there, will I EVER allow you to see me like that again!" Locking lips with her again, he attempted to shift control from her hands to his. His hands trembled as he grabbed her shoulders to place some distance between their bodies; he was aroused, angry, and losing a battle he had no intention of fighting. <em>I'm not going down without a fight. I have more at stake here than you, LeeAnn.</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 08:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instead of allowing herself to be pushed away, LeeAnn slid between those arms as they trembled, pushing forwards against him, a fight he would not win, she could not let him win. This was what he wanted.. He wanted a show of power and he would get it, as she ground against him, forcefully taking control of the kiss, As she shifted her weight to lock her ankles under his thighs, pinning them together in this. She pulled back enough to speak, words against his lips, hot breath coming out in a growl. "Be careful what you ask for.. You will get it thrice over... " Pushing forwards again she nipped his lower lip and pressed down against his arousal, her jeans moving in a coarse, but not overly painful way across this shaft as she bucked, slowly, intentionally, against him. <em>I will not let you win. Not this time. You will not make me feel like a fool again.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 08:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaine's breath caught as he found himself actually returning her kiss. <em>No, no, no.. I can't do this. I can't give in so easily.. I can't...</em> The mind was almost of no further use to him, but he allowed himself one final moment of defiance. "You aren't going to be able to keep this up forever. I will come out on top no matter what." He then felt his hips thrust against hers, his hands eager to grab her, and his body acting of its own accord. <em>There goes the control over my body.. I wonder if I'll be able to even think like this for much longer?</em> His hands reached out for her covered breasts, eager to return some amount of torment she was inflicting upon him. He would make her suffer for this; somehow he would return this "favor" of hers. She even managed to hold his presence in the physical realm, so escaping into Sanctuary as Draigarth wasn't an option for him either. The struggle ended in failure, but at least the price he was to pay for defeat would be enjoyable. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 08:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You aren't going to be able to keep this up forever. I will come out on top no matter what."<br><br><br><em>That's what you think...</em> She grinned inwardly as she found him thrusting against her, eagerly reaching for what still lay covered. Pulling him tightly to her, she pressed her chest to his, and ground against him, before reaching a hand between them to pop the jean's button, jerking back onto the balls of her feet long enough to slide just the jeans down, leaving the matching thong in place. This time when she moved her legs, she locked them behind him, pressing silken skin and satin undergarments to what was bare of his flesh.&nbsp; "You would be supprised what I can keep up, dearie..." Her tone was teasing, as she ground against him again. "The question is more, whether or not you will last..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 09:14:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Try though he might, Blaine's ability to resist was all but forfeit as she stripped herself down even further. "You would be surprised at how well I can control this form. You may have me at your mercy, but that doesn't mean I'll make it easy for you." His words were forced and his voice escaped him in a hushed groan of agony and bliss. <em>For one who enjoys most of their time in Sanctuary, she has some remarkable talents of her own in her physical form.</em>&nbsp; Feeling her pressed against him, with little between them save for a few flimsy articles of clothing, sent his mind reeling. He didn't realize how much he wanted her until he heard the low growls escaping from his throat. He wasn't concerned with saving face, or ranking, or even if anyone from Sanctuary could possibly be watching them at the moment. His only concern was satisfying his carnal desires with the woman currently on top of him. "Get on with it, damn you. I'm sick of waiting." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 09:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So am I.." She growled softly, nipping into his shoulder, heated breath coursing over his skin as her hand found the opening in his shorts, guiding him with one fluid movement out of his shorts and past her satin panties, into an all too hot, tight and wet slit. With the way she pushed down onto him, and the momentary resistance he met, it became obvious what her retort had meant. Strangely enough, he had met with the same resistance when entering her draconic visage. Both of her forms had been untouched, until him, and if she had her way, they would never be touched by another. <br><br>A low growl of ecstasy replaced her authoritative groan. She had been waiting far too long to do this.. she had needed this for far too long, and she would have it all, tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 18:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment was finally upon them, more importantly upon him, he had surrendered to her advances with only a minimal amount of resistance. The resistance he met upon entering her set off alarms inside his mind, a clear message about the true extent of what she had done to him. <em>She was a..? Oh, not good, not good at all. This means that both forms have been first taken by... Hold on, this isn't my fault at all! However, if the high council finds out about this I am SO dead. Damn, why am I so weak when it comes to her?! What is it about her that makes-- </em> The mind was interrupted by his body adjusting to her current position. "You've made sure that I was the one who did this.. Not just once, but twice now." The voice sounded more of a relaxed groan mixed with words than actual speech. "I expect you to be prepared for the consequences we are to face for these actions, LeeAnn." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 18:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Consequences.." She growled into his ear as she eased her way up and back down with a slight whimper at the pain of her insides adjusting to his girth. "Be damned. The featherbrain told me to find a mate. I will not be held to some lowlife who cannot take care of his own." In truth she had few prospects, in either place. In sanctuary, he was her commander, but so many men were under her command, and either they feared her, or she knew exactly what bonding them would entail. Sleepless nights and a cold bed for her, and a rise in power for them. That was not something she was willing to do. She had been thinking on it for a while, it seemed, but it had never struck her, until the mistake in her feral state of heat, that she might try her commander, and now she wondered if it was really a mistake.<br><br>"If they cannot accept..mm..." she groaned, attempting to remain at least partially coherent as she bucked low and slow again. "what they have wrought. They should not have started this in the first place."&nbsp; Falling silent now, save for a few groans, the woman started to pick up pace, the pain turning to pleasure as her nethers adjusted fully to him. She was tight, her body well proportioned. Leaning back, away from his shoulder, she pressed her lips to his, this kiss less forcefull, but no less full of desire. LeeAnn had fantasized about Blaine, though she had never known the extent of whom he was, just as Riz had idly wondered how her commander looked under all that platemail. A desire she only recently realized she had hidden away, denying even herself it's true longing, until now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 02:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything was happening so quickly that even he didn't realize how quickly things had spun out of control. There was this moment, like in Sanctuary, in which nothing mattered more than their own desires and selfish actions. Her lips pressed against his, their hips meeting in a rhythm of pleasure and need, and the abandonment of the smallest bit of concern seemed to be commonplace for the two. He longed to forget about ranks, prestige, titles, or even the duties that were placed upon him. <br><br>If it was his happiness that must be sacrificed to be a mere Captain of the Guard in the dreamscape, he would be willing to throw it all away for moments like this. The kiss was returned with the same desire she used to conquer him, his hands sought her chest. She rode him with such skill that he found it hard to believe that a mere moment ago this woman was a virgin. However, she was naturally gifted in terms of combat prowess, so why couldn't it apply here as well?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 05:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				LeeAnn whimpered softly. If she had to leave the guard, even being one of his best, his only captain. She had worked her way through the ranks all of her life, to end only one step below him. Rocking her hips repeatedly, she held herself close to his form, for head buried against his shoulder, lips pressed&nbsp; against his neck. <em>I've needed this.. needed you.. for so long.. Blaine.. Draigarth.. </em>&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh... mm.. " She bucked hard, driving him as deep as he could go within her, the silken panties rubbing along the side of his shaft, and the shorts that still hung upon him growing more and more soaked from their coupling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shouron</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 17:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaine ran his fingers through her hair as she continued to indulge herself in her own selfish desires. It was strange to allow her to dominate him like this; not just one, but twice. He was a being known for his power, his indomitable attitude, and his ability to command respect from those around him. Yet here he was, underneath his subordinate, being rode like he didn't belong on top to begin with. <em>Being robbed of all power and to be able to just relax and enjoy myself.. I would be wrong if I didn't admit I could get used to this. </em> He tried to speak, but all that would come forth were breathless groans and undecipherable speech.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mates of Sanctuary {Shouron+Widowwolf}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 22:44:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was not long till she found her release, <strong>"MMM.... aaaAhh!"</strong>&nbsp; LeeAnn did not stop, and would not, until her partner had found his. Her insides quivering, she would continue to ride him until she could not take any more, or he could not, whichever came first.&nbsp; Bright eyes opened to watch him, to lock eyes with him. There was something there, in hers, something more than just raw desire, a deeper longing, far greater need. <br><br>She had been silent too long, and that feeling, that length of time... the desire laden eyes showed, just how long... and just how much, LeeAnn, no.. Rizziahna, had been longing for him.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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