Post by Kvatch on Feb 6, 2013 20:53:20 GMT -5
(** Warning: This scene contains suggestive material in a adult situation that some readers might find offensive. It has been rated PG-13 **)
| Althaea, a female wolf (Ute) |
| Brutal, a male wolf (Ute Guest) |
Thickening Forest
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The cool autumn air, near vacant in the denser parts of the forest, brings solace to what would normally be a harsh environment of humid shadows and murky foliage. It was different from the thorny surroundings that made up the vegetation of the undergrowth to the south; a blessing really. The song of birds still chime against the wood, the perfect setting to sit and relax. To enjoy the presence of one you admire. Rays of sunlight dot the area, breaking through the thinning canopy above and casting a glow upon evening dew. The occasional rustle brings a visable life to the area, judding eyes to their direction then across the treeline following the movement of the forests smaller creatures. Its been nearly a month since Althaea was attacked and with feeling better comes adventure- or maybe a good long stretch of the legs. A soft bounce in her steps takes the young she-wolf to an open part within the trees, many looks trailing back the way she came to her companion who is not far behind her. This time of year provided a new aspect on things; the colors, smells, even the feel were all different. It put a smile over the she-wolf's lips as she came to a stop looking around.
In much the same way that the warmth of spring is welcomed after a long frigid winter, so now is the cool breath of autumn embraced and delighted in. And as the season draws further toward the promise of what will inevitably become a more difficult time, for most, those troubles are yet to be considered. It is only the lesser creatures that have already begun to prepare, such as the flock of migrating swallows that dart and flit from tree to tree, feeding to fatten themselves for the journey ahead while the serenity of the forest gets broken by the chatter of two squirrels, squabbling over the rights to a cache of acorns already gathered for the winter months ahead. Raising such a ruckus could have been a deadly mistake most any other time of the year, except that right now the hunter of these woods has his eye on a different sort of prey. The temperature and the leaves on the trees are not the only things changing during this time, for in the past few weeks Brutal himself has been behaving differently, almost restless and edgy; moody, even. Days ago he had taken to patrolling the area around the thicket and walking about half bristled, lifting his leg to every unfortunate twig, tree, and hedge. Perhaps a more irritating change though has been his new hobby of following Althaea /everywhere/. Like a true shadow, the dark figure of the massive wolf is never far behind, found either trailing at her flank or at a watchful distance. Even more peculiar is despite his constant presence, Brutal hasn't said all that much in explanation for his behavior, but rather just seems broody and withdrawn into his own mind, as if waiting for something to happen that might explain everything. Today is no exception, with Althaea's expectant glance behind her finding the massive wolf not far behind, her stalker looking mildly amused, yet almost envious of her carefree antics.
The squirrely chatter doesn't go unnoticed by the young wolf, gaze pivoting around to their perch. The squabble is given the faintest of head shakes, but the interest in their reason is short, turning away with a brisk shake of her coat, fluffing it. Taking a few steps forward, she pauses sniffing the air. The musky scent of Brutal's peculiar behavior lingers but it was one she, for one odd reason or another, as taken an excessive liking to. Paws digging at the ground, Althaea practically throws the top half of herself upon it rubbing against the loose soil for a short time then regathering herself. Clouds of dirt falling from her coat, she laughs like it were the right thing to do. A smile on her face, she turns back to the wolf that follows her and approaches. Stopping right in front of him, she looks at the wolf briefly before moving in closer. Whether he expected it or not, she nuzzles in along against his frame then runs off behind a gathering of trees.
A fairly crooked smirk manages to crawl across a usually stoic visage, the expression reaching the corners of his eyes by way of mirthfully narrowed optics and curiously arched ears when Althaea happens across one of his markings. And while Brutal promptly halts in his tracks to observe her own uncharacteristic antics, he is all but motionless. Standing rigid, the massive male gives the impression of a tightly coiled spring, every hair on his body almost quivering with a strange sort of excitement. Held almost fully erect, his thick tail also wags, though the range of motion stiffens in anticipation when the she-wolf approaches. Yellow eyes are intense as he meets her gaze, the smirk upon his lips softening for a moment when her pale muzzle draws near enough that the warm puffs of her breath are felt, something that elicits a helpless whine from the male, with his own breath catching when Althaea quite suddenly presses herself along the bulk of his body. Yet the moment that she bolts, every bit of that pent up tension seems to explode and like a teased puppy, Brutal lets loose with a excited bark, spinning quickly upon his paws to give chase after her. Though hardly could it be considered a intense pursuit, because almost every forward step is over exaggerated in his front paws, which involves more bound and bounce than any actual running. Regardless, Brutal seems intent to catch the she-wolf, even if he isn't in a great big hurry just yet. Still, he throttles a playful growl as he pursues after her, as if giving a warning that the chase is on and inviting her to join the game.
From behind those trees, blue eyes tease peeking out from the shadows to the wolf she left behind in a wake of affection. Watching him from her spot, a set of mixed expression gives way to what exactly she is doing. A part of her wants nothing more than to act as a pup and take to the risks that are laying siege to the larger, but theres another part of her that wishes only to flee providing to the game of cat and mouse. Electing to stay where she is, a casual flick of her tail brings Althaea out from her hiding spot to meet Brutal head on in his not so hurried and yet very much so exaggerated bound. Looking to pounce, tail hung high just over her back in a slow wag as her rump takes to the sky and her chest to the ground, forepaws spread before her in a very playful manner. There she waits, a few barks initializing the eagerness of his arrival. Her intentions likely clear, Brutal's arrival is met with a brisk lunge upward, paws held out to meet the burly male's face. Not to do harm but perhaps embrace or use as support for whatever crazy action she decides to do next.
HO! What is this? A foe! Brutal wasn't expecting to meet resistance this early, but by no means does it disappoint him and in fact, just seems to spur the brute into further ridiculous behavior with powerful jaws hanging slightly agape as a broad grin sprawls loosely across his broad muzzle. Despite being faced with the challenge of opposition though, Brutal still commits to closing in on the she-wolf, except that as the gap between them is reduced to a short bound and Althaea drops into the universal play-bow of the canine world, the typically dominate male yields to her pounce by slowing and turning a shoulder to her, causing her lunge and the grapple of her front paws to be successful. For himself, the contact brings a short laugh from the male, throat rasping a snarly growl as he cranes his head around to playfully nip at her, jaws snapping teasingly at whatever happens to be in reach.
Resistance, oh she was resisting something alright. Tail bouncing around among her actions of playful bliss she lets out a beaming smile and bark to show her utmost success in making contact; even if he ran into it on purpose for what appears to be his own indulgence. Wrapping her paws around the male would be Althaea's next course of action if it wasn't for the playful banter that is returned. Reaching a paw around to meet the nipping jaws of the wolf, she nips a few times back before dropping to all four beside him and placing her head along his shoulder. Nose rummaging through the hairs there, her breath warm as it passes along the upper back. Steps closer are made to gain access to the lower region, tail just so happening to flick over her companion's neck giving off more about her then she probably realizes. Meeting the end of Brutal's frame, she circles around to meet back up at his front, pushing her head below his in a very affectionate way.
Even in his best effort to elude to some semblance of menacing, it isn't long before attempted snarls and growls become infiltrated by lilting laughter, until the burly male can't help shake with his chortling. Nips given in retaliation by the she-wolf succeed without much effort on Brutal's part to defend himself, while his own soft nips only leave damp divots in her coat where his teeth tease the fur or simply click together emptily. When Althaea returns to a more natural stance though, Brutal's nipping ceases and the massive wolf just smiles at her, panting quietly as his yellow eyes take in her features before sweeping across her elegant frame. However when her head brushes his shoulder and her breath billows hot across his broad back, the smile fades upon his scarred face, his muzzle closing shut as a more reserved demeanor is adopted. As Althaea ventures forward to shift her touch along his side, the contact with his flanks and against his haunch elicits a shudder from the male, his head turning to follow her with his gaze and his nose. Nostrils flare with the flick of her tail, bringing Brutal to inhale deeply at the stirring scent and quite abruptly does a lump catch in his throat. No sooner does this happen though than is Althaea there, pushing and nudging her head beneath his chin. "Althaea." Brutal breathes the name against the back of her neck, while he himself sounds breathless and suddenly anxious, rubbing and nosing about the nape of her neck while a side step pushes his body more solidly against her own. How could he have let it come to this? Long has he known the time would come, a part of him even anticipated it and secretly lusted after the idea of it. He had even wanted to admit it, yet what felt like plenty of time, now there was little time left at all. Possibly he could resist, but for how long? Last autumn saw Brutal's departure during this time so there would be no temptation should he be faced with it. But it was too late for that now, wasn't it? He won't leave her; he couldn't even if he wanted to. Nor is there a mated alpha pair within Ute to say otherwise, to suppress the natural order of things with the likelihood of their spring pups, as it were. It is with a helplessness he has never known that Brutal feels his resolve slipping away as words kept private in the past inadvertently escape his muzzle in a tone as shamefully passionate in longing as it is in warning, "I want you.". Well, at least he is honest, if albeit blunt -nothing Brutal hasn't been accused of before.
Many things have been spoken to the she-wolf before, but to hear words such as the ones that caress her ears now... They laid among a thin layer of fog that would grow ever thicker as the day passed, as the season passed. It was a warning Althaea just couldn't find herself pushing away from no matter how hard she tried. Her touch was a trigger for such words; the way they were spoken, the way they made her legs tingle benieth her.. Her first heat as an adult was a sensation she didn't know how to control other than by letting it run its course, pulling her this way and that. It made her urne for more, pushing against the applied weight before given in and having it consume her. "Then have me." It is there that she forgets about all things decent within their relationship, doing everything but forcing herself beneth the burly giant. Such actions would be reserved for him.
In much the same way that Althaea cannot understand the effect that her condition, and moreso her actions have upon her suitor, so does Brutal fail to grasp the extent of the fevered haze within her own mind, surely clouding her better judgment. And while Althaea is certainly not the first she-wolf Brutal has courted, previous encounters had been with older, more seasoned females who had learned to play coy and keep him sensible until they themselves were ready. It is surely with foolish ignorance that Althaea grants him such liberty with her so thoughtlessly, those beckoning words almost robbing Brutal of his resolve, told by the catch of breath, a sultry growl of yearning and a rough nuzzle of his snout along the curve of her neck. Standing sidled up along-side her, his haunches shift as powerful legs practically dance beneath him in a stifled eagerness, his tail once more stiff and nearly quivering behind him as the weight of a foreleg lifts to slide over her middle, felt pulling her possessively to him before readjusting to catch around a shoulder. But there is something much stronger than the carnal nature that threatens to possess the dark wolf, with this being the love and affection that Brutal has for Althaea. And it is this, and this alone, that makes him falter with uncertainty, a exhale of hot air spilled out across her scruff as his lips fumble a path toward one of her ears, "I don't want to hurt you." This is his desperate plea, but in the same breath does his passion burn and the nature of his restraint is close to begging, with the one front paw still hooked and holding her close, as if to foil any attempt of escape while the advantage of his height lets him easily push his wide chest partly atop her.
Brutal is met with a held breath that signifed anything but anticipation. While her clouded mind yearned for the embrace of the wolfs tender touch in more ways than simply a hug or coveting, it was fear that pulled her back into reality. The same fear that kept the wolf from following through with what his own wanted. Relief is what comes with the release of this breath, sinking into the male whos touch becomes more of a comforting safety net then a way of release. It was hard to believe, one normally so calm and collected, would so gladly throw away everything due to a moment of weakness. A moment that would evidently come to pass anyway, but when it was right. The male's words are shared and while Althaea did not think him to truely harm her she took into regard that maybe it would be her who hurts him. Not phycially or mentally but emotionally. "I am sorry.." Her tone soft and a tad ashamed. "I.. I dont.." Closing her eyes she sinks her face in his neck hairs, body trembling from means hard to explain.
A violent shudder races through Brutal massive body the moment that Althaea whispers her apology, his well muscled form drawing taut and jaws tighten while a sharp breath is sucked in, hissing between gritted teeth as if he were being subjected to some agonizing physical pain and denying the enemy the satisfaction of a cry of hurt. Its not her fault, for how could she know? This is something that Brutal seeks to assure her, despite his inner torment, with the wolf managing a shaky reply, "Don't...be.". A audible gulp is discernible as Brutal swallows, trying to think, trying to comprehend what Althaea herself struggles to tell him with her further words, but all logic escapes him. The only awareness that comes is in the warmth of her body against his and the provocative way he has her drawn in tight to him, but also in the alluring scent of her filling his nose and with every enticing tremble of her smaller frame. Even as she shoves her face into the thick ruff of his neck, Brutal can't so easily forget his hunger, with the persistence of his intention and the fever of his desire felt in a wave of frustration. Subsequently following this emotion is the utterance of a growl to express it, accompanied by the abrupt shift of Brutal's form in relation to her own. With her face still buried into his neck fur about his throat and upper chest, the paw that had been laid across her shoulders promptly slides down until it catches upon her far flank, hooking deeply beneath the tuck of her abdomen as Brutal jerks her haunches roughly beneath his own. At the same time the massive male completes the mount and grips her strongly with both paws, the bulk of his weight and the mass of his sheer size crushing squarely down over the back of her. He doesn't want to hurt her; to force her. But he could, so very easily. Brutal always had a nasty habit of forgetting himself, a weakness most often glimpsed in his thirst for blood when in battle; but also too in the passion of lust and lovemaking. Nearly a year ago Grim had warned Brutal against Althaea. Had warned him of the consequences of her youthful company. And he might have predicted right, expect that for all of his anger for Grim's later betrayal, it is the thought of his brother and the memory of his voice echoing that warning that sobers the hulking male. It is by no means a immediate affect though, with the wolf leaping away as if in some horrific revelation, but rather as his flanks are brought forward, it is with a single press of firm contact that they tuck up against the curve if Althaea's rump. Beyond this, Brutal uses his weight in an attempt ease them both into a sit, with the she-wolf nestled squarely beneath him, one front limb on the ground, though the right paw still loosely clings to her waist. And if she hasn't bolted from him yet, a breath sounding of renewed resolve and future consideration is huffed out in a great exhale upon the back of Althaea's neck, "I think..we need to keep..a bit of distance from each other." Tenderly, almost gingerly now does Brutal wash his tongue up the back of her scruff, "You're in heat, Althaea. And I can't promise..." He doesn't finish his sentence and instead just shakes his head ruefully, cause well, they both know just what he can't promise, now don't they?
Figuring out if your insane or just allowing nature to run its course is exhausting. An easy expression to fortell upon the young she-wolf whos calmed herself enough to let the warmth of the wolf so close to her become a deserving bed. If she could not trust him enough, let alone herself, to find rest then maybe all this wasn't right. Wanting this to work more than anything, Althaea fights back the urges finding solace on its otherside. Listening to Brutal's hurried heartbeat becomes the distraction she needs or that it would of been if not for the sudden grab and pull that puts her beneith the massive wolf. First her reaction is surprised, thinking that he had all but given up for now. Does this mean her assumptions were wrong? The exact moment of contact between their flanks, Althaea struggles to free herself but only subtle. She was confused. It was something she wanted yet at the same time wasn't fully to the point following through with it. Dropping into that weighted sit, the only thing thats kept her, she looks back, a natural reaction to nuzzle made. However, it's cut short by wary words, causing 'thaea to slowly push herself away and look at him squarely. Distance was likely a good thing but was it something either of them wanted? "If that is what becomes of it... occurs while in the myst.." she pauses to give a slight smile. "It would all be worth the possible outcome." She has to look on the bright side and though she's still healing from her last, less compassionate, attack, perhaps now would only cause more hurt than if she were at her full. Sticking out her tongue, she licks over Brutal's nose showing no hard feelings.
With those primordial and most basic instincts beginning to abate for the time, it is a collected composure that Brutal attempts to regain despite the lingering awkwardness and uncertainties that the dark male is quite content to attribute to a case of too much experience on one end and not enough on the other. Even now though does the massive male have to be cautious, still in danger of getting swept away again should Althaea tempt him, either by touch or provoking words. And despite that the reason is because of his own suggestion, as the she-wolf moves away from him, it is with a regretful, all the more wistful gaze that he watches her do so. Empty is the space beneath him and for a second Brutal shifts himself, as if wanton to resume the potential affair in hindsight. A soft whine is even emitted in lieu, a note of apology on his behalf as he worries over her reaction, but his moment of panic is swiftly displaced by her words and the wet lick to his nose. Quick then is the smile to his muzzle, but the glint of his eyes and the crook of that expression is much more mischievous and blatantly more lascivious than the wolf has ever cared to take with her. "Just..for a few days.." the dark wolf reiterates, the leafy ground rustling behind his inclined haunches as his tail apparently resumes it's uncharacteristic wagging; uncharacteristic at least where Brutal is concerned. Even more unexpected might be the submissive posture that the brute takes with the young she-wolf now, lowering himself further in order to crawl up to her, licking at her chin as he allows her the pleasure of towering over him for once.
It is with an amused smirk that Althaea gazes down upon the crawling Brutal. His submissive posture childish and very unsuiting, but it worked for the situation. Soaking up the mannerism, unsure on when she'd see it again, she smiles, lowering herself to his level on the ground. Head between her own paws, blue eyes giving watch over the yellow that peered back. Just a few more days- she could accept that. Crawling forward just a few inches, she places her muzzle beside his, touching even. Let this be enough distance to keep them sane and forever close through such hard and troubling times.
Troubling times? Brutal would be more predisposed to calling them challenging times, but definitely not troubling. Unless its the good kind of trouble, the sort that leads to any manner of delightful discoveries. The struggle for the seasoned and older male will be in behaving himself long enough to not ruin it for the both of them and to give over all control to a young she-wolf who hasn't really a clue what to do with it. But with Althaea's deceased mother, Skahla's success at playing a similar role with his absence, all on top of a uprooted and unstructured pack, is it any wonder? As for Brutal's near puppyish infatuation and unusual submission, it can be guaranteed that it will last only as long as the reason for it. Until then though, hopefully nobody catches him at it. After all, Brutal does have a reputation to uphold, least he disappoint impressed admirers and amuse spiteful adversaries, right? But for now, the brute of a wolf is just barely bold enough to lay there across from his intended mate, elated with the cheap thrill of just touching muzzles with her.
| Althaea, a female wolf (Ute) |
| Brutal, a male wolf (Ute Guest) |
Thickening Forest
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The cool autumn air, near vacant in the denser parts of the forest, brings solace to what would normally be a harsh environment of humid shadows and murky foliage. It was different from the thorny surroundings that made up the vegetation of the undergrowth to the south; a blessing really. The song of birds still chime against the wood, the perfect setting to sit and relax. To enjoy the presence of one you admire. Rays of sunlight dot the area, breaking through the thinning canopy above and casting a glow upon evening dew. The occasional rustle brings a visable life to the area, judding eyes to their direction then across the treeline following the movement of the forests smaller creatures. Its been nearly a month since Althaea was attacked and with feeling better comes adventure- or maybe a good long stretch of the legs. A soft bounce in her steps takes the young she-wolf to an open part within the trees, many looks trailing back the way she came to her companion who is not far behind her. This time of year provided a new aspect on things; the colors, smells, even the feel were all different. It put a smile over the she-wolf's lips as she came to a stop looking around.
In much the same way that the warmth of spring is welcomed after a long frigid winter, so now is the cool breath of autumn embraced and delighted in. And as the season draws further toward the promise of what will inevitably become a more difficult time, for most, those troubles are yet to be considered. It is only the lesser creatures that have already begun to prepare, such as the flock of migrating swallows that dart and flit from tree to tree, feeding to fatten themselves for the journey ahead while the serenity of the forest gets broken by the chatter of two squirrels, squabbling over the rights to a cache of acorns already gathered for the winter months ahead. Raising such a ruckus could have been a deadly mistake most any other time of the year, except that right now the hunter of these woods has his eye on a different sort of prey. The temperature and the leaves on the trees are not the only things changing during this time, for in the past few weeks Brutal himself has been behaving differently, almost restless and edgy; moody, even. Days ago he had taken to patrolling the area around the thicket and walking about half bristled, lifting his leg to every unfortunate twig, tree, and hedge. Perhaps a more irritating change though has been his new hobby of following Althaea /everywhere/. Like a true shadow, the dark figure of the massive wolf is never far behind, found either trailing at her flank or at a watchful distance. Even more peculiar is despite his constant presence, Brutal hasn't said all that much in explanation for his behavior, but rather just seems broody and withdrawn into his own mind, as if waiting for something to happen that might explain everything. Today is no exception, with Althaea's expectant glance behind her finding the massive wolf not far behind, her stalker looking mildly amused, yet almost envious of her carefree antics.
The squirrely chatter doesn't go unnoticed by the young wolf, gaze pivoting around to their perch. The squabble is given the faintest of head shakes, but the interest in their reason is short, turning away with a brisk shake of her coat, fluffing it. Taking a few steps forward, she pauses sniffing the air. The musky scent of Brutal's peculiar behavior lingers but it was one she, for one odd reason or another, as taken an excessive liking to. Paws digging at the ground, Althaea practically throws the top half of herself upon it rubbing against the loose soil for a short time then regathering herself. Clouds of dirt falling from her coat, she laughs like it were the right thing to do. A smile on her face, she turns back to the wolf that follows her and approaches. Stopping right in front of him, she looks at the wolf briefly before moving in closer. Whether he expected it or not, she nuzzles in along against his frame then runs off behind a gathering of trees.
A fairly crooked smirk manages to crawl across a usually stoic visage, the expression reaching the corners of his eyes by way of mirthfully narrowed optics and curiously arched ears when Althaea happens across one of his markings. And while Brutal promptly halts in his tracks to observe her own uncharacteristic antics, he is all but motionless. Standing rigid, the massive male gives the impression of a tightly coiled spring, every hair on his body almost quivering with a strange sort of excitement. Held almost fully erect, his thick tail also wags, though the range of motion stiffens in anticipation when the she-wolf approaches. Yellow eyes are intense as he meets her gaze, the smirk upon his lips softening for a moment when her pale muzzle draws near enough that the warm puffs of her breath are felt, something that elicits a helpless whine from the male, with his own breath catching when Althaea quite suddenly presses herself along the bulk of his body. Yet the moment that she bolts, every bit of that pent up tension seems to explode and like a teased puppy, Brutal lets loose with a excited bark, spinning quickly upon his paws to give chase after her. Though hardly could it be considered a intense pursuit, because almost every forward step is over exaggerated in his front paws, which involves more bound and bounce than any actual running. Regardless, Brutal seems intent to catch the she-wolf, even if he isn't in a great big hurry just yet. Still, he throttles a playful growl as he pursues after her, as if giving a warning that the chase is on and inviting her to join the game.
From behind those trees, blue eyes tease peeking out from the shadows to the wolf she left behind in a wake of affection. Watching him from her spot, a set of mixed expression gives way to what exactly she is doing. A part of her wants nothing more than to act as a pup and take to the risks that are laying siege to the larger, but theres another part of her that wishes only to flee providing to the game of cat and mouse. Electing to stay where she is, a casual flick of her tail brings Althaea out from her hiding spot to meet Brutal head on in his not so hurried and yet very much so exaggerated bound. Looking to pounce, tail hung high just over her back in a slow wag as her rump takes to the sky and her chest to the ground, forepaws spread before her in a very playful manner. There she waits, a few barks initializing the eagerness of his arrival. Her intentions likely clear, Brutal's arrival is met with a brisk lunge upward, paws held out to meet the burly male's face. Not to do harm but perhaps embrace or use as support for whatever crazy action she decides to do next.
HO! What is this? A foe! Brutal wasn't expecting to meet resistance this early, but by no means does it disappoint him and in fact, just seems to spur the brute into further ridiculous behavior with powerful jaws hanging slightly agape as a broad grin sprawls loosely across his broad muzzle. Despite being faced with the challenge of opposition though, Brutal still commits to closing in on the she-wolf, except that as the gap between them is reduced to a short bound and Althaea drops into the universal play-bow of the canine world, the typically dominate male yields to her pounce by slowing and turning a shoulder to her, causing her lunge and the grapple of her front paws to be successful. For himself, the contact brings a short laugh from the male, throat rasping a snarly growl as he cranes his head around to playfully nip at her, jaws snapping teasingly at whatever happens to be in reach.
Resistance, oh she was resisting something alright. Tail bouncing around among her actions of playful bliss she lets out a beaming smile and bark to show her utmost success in making contact; even if he ran into it on purpose for what appears to be his own indulgence. Wrapping her paws around the male would be Althaea's next course of action if it wasn't for the playful banter that is returned. Reaching a paw around to meet the nipping jaws of the wolf, she nips a few times back before dropping to all four beside him and placing her head along his shoulder. Nose rummaging through the hairs there, her breath warm as it passes along the upper back. Steps closer are made to gain access to the lower region, tail just so happening to flick over her companion's neck giving off more about her then she probably realizes. Meeting the end of Brutal's frame, she circles around to meet back up at his front, pushing her head below his in a very affectionate way.
Even in his best effort to elude to some semblance of menacing, it isn't long before attempted snarls and growls become infiltrated by lilting laughter, until the burly male can't help shake with his chortling. Nips given in retaliation by the she-wolf succeed without much effort on Brutal's part to defend himself, while his own soft nips only leave damp divots in her coat where his teeth tease the fur or simply click together emptily. When Althaea returns to a more natural stance though, Brutal's nipping ceases and the massive wolf just smiles at her, panting quietly as his yellow eyes take in her features before sweeping across her elegant frame. However when her head brushes his shoulder and her breath billows hot across his broad back, the smile fades upon his scarred face, his muzzle closing shut as a more reserved demeanor is adopted. As Althaea ventures forward to shift her touch along his side, the contact with his flanks and against his haunch elicits a shudder from the male, his head turning to follow her with his gaze and his nose. Nostrils flare with the flick of her tail, bringing Brutal to inhale deeply at the stirring scent and quite abruptly does a lump catch in his throat. No sooner does this happen though than is Althaea there, pushing and nudging her head beneath his chin. "Althaea." Brutal breathes the name against the back of her neck, while he himself sounds breathless and suddenly anxious, rubbing and nosing about the nape of her neck while a side step pushes his body more solidly against her own. How could he have let it come to this? Long has he known the time would come, a part of him even anticipated it and secretly lusted after the idea of it. He had even wanted to admit it, yet what felt like plenty of time, now there was little time left at all. Possibly he could resist, but for how long? Last autumn saw Brutal's departure during this time so there would be no temptation should he be faced with it. But it was too late for that now, wasn't it? He won't leave her; he couldn't even if he wanted to. Nor is there a mated alpha pair within Ute to say otherwise, to suppress the natural order of things with the likelihood of their spring pups, as it were. It is with a helplessness he has never known that Brutal feels his resolve slipping away as words kept private in the past inadvertently escape his muzzle in a tone as shamefully passionate in longing as it is in warning, "I want you.". Well, at least he is honest, if albeit blunt -nothing Brutal hasn't been accused of before.
Many things have been spoken to the she-wolf before, but to hear words such as the ones that caress her ears now... They laid among a thin layer of fog that would grow ever thicker as the day passed, as the season passed. It was a warning Althaea just couldn't find herself pushing away from no matter how hard she tried. Her touch was a trigger for such words; the way they were spoken, the way they made her legs tingle benieth her.. Her first heat as an adult was a sensation she didn't know how to control other than by letting it run its course, pulling her this way and that. It made her urne for more, pushing against the applied weight before given in and having it consume her. "Then have me." It is there that she forgets about all things decent within their relationship, doing everything but forcing herself beneth the burly giant. Such actions would be reserved for him.
In much the same way that Althaea cannot understand the effect that her condition, and moreso her actions have upon her suitor, so does Brutal fail to grasp the extent of the fevered haze within her own mind, surely clouding her better judgment. And while Althaea is certainly not the first she-wolf Brutal has courted, previous encounters had been with older, more seasoned females who had learned to play coy and keep him sensible until they themselves were ready. It is surely with foolish ignorance that Althaea grants him such liberty with her so thoughtlessly, those beckoning words almost robbing Brutal of his resolve, told by the catch of breath, a sultry growl of yearning and a rough nuzzle of his snout along the curve of her neck. Standing sidled up along-side her, his haunches shift as powerful legs practically dance beneath him in a stifled eagerness, his tail once more stiff and nearly quivering behind him as the weight of a foreleg lifts to slide over her middle, felt pulling her possessively to him before readjusting to catch around a shoulder. But there is something much stronger than the carnal nature that threatens to possess the dark wolf, with this being the love and affection that Brutal has for Althaea. And it is this, and this alone, that makes him falter with uncertainty, a exhale of hot air spilled out across her scruff as his lips fumble a path toward one of her ears, "I don't want to hurt you." This is his desperate plea, but in the same breath does his passion burn and the nature of his restraint is close to begging, with the one front paw still hooked and holding her close, as if to foil any attempt of escape while the advantage of his height lets him easily push his wide chest partly atop her.
Brutal is met with a held breath that signifed anything but anticipation. While her clouded mind yearned for the embrace of the wolfs tender touch in more ways than simply a hug or coveting, it was fear that pulled her back into reality. The same fear that kept the wolf from following through with what his own wanted. Relief is what comes with the release of this breath, sinking into the male whos touch becomes more of a comforting safety net then a way of release. It was hard to believe, one normally so calm and collected, would so gladly throw away everything due to a moment of weakness. A moment that would evidently come to pass anyway, but when it was right. The male's words are shared and while Althaea did not think him to truely harm her she took into regard that maybe it would be her who hurts him. Not phycially or mentally but emotionally. "I am sorry.." Her tone soft and a tad ashamed. "I.. I dont.." Closing her eyes she sinks her face in his neck hairs, body trembling from means hard to explain.
A violent shudder races through Brutal massive body the moment that Althaea whispers her apology, his well muscled form drawing taut and jaws tighten while a sharp breath is sucked in, hissing between gritted teeth as if he were being subjected to some agonizing physical pain and denying the enemy the satisfaction of a cry of hurt. Its not her fault, for how could she know? This is something that Brutal seeks to assure her, despite his inner torment, with the wolf managing a shaky reply, "Don't...be.". A audible gulp is discernible as Brutal swallows, trying to think, trying to comprehend what Althaea herself struggles to tell him with her further words, but all logic escapes him. The only awareness that comes is in the warmth of her body against his and the provocative way he has her drawn in tight to him, but also in the alluring scent of her filling his nose and with every enticing tremble of her smaller frame. Even as she shoves her face into the thick ruff of his neck, Brutal can't so easily forget his hunger, with the persistence of his intention and the fever of his desire felt in a wave of frustration. Subsequently following this emotion is the utterance of a growl to express it, accompanied by the abrupt shift of Brutal's form in relation to her own. With her face still buried into his neck fur about his throat and upper chest, the paw that had been laid across her shoulders promptly slides down until it catches upon her far flank, hooking deeply beneath the tuck of her abdomen as Brutal jerks her haunches roughly beneath his own. At the same time the massive male completes the mount and grips her strongly with both paws, the bulk of his weight and the mass of his sheer size crushing squarely down over the back of her. He doesn't want to hurt her; to force her. But he could, so very easily. Brutal always had a nasty habit of forgetting himself, a weakness most often glimpsed in his thirst for blood when in battle; but also too in the passion of lust and lovemaking. Nearly a year ago Grim had warned Brutal against Althaea. Had warned him of the consequences of her youthful company. And he might have predicted right, expect that for all of his anger for Grim's later betrayal, it is the thought of his brother and the memory of his voice echoing that warning that sobers the hulking male. It is by no means a immediate affect though, with the wolf leaping away as if in some horrific revelation, but rather as his flanks are brought forward, it is with a single press of firm contact that they tuck up against the curve if Althaea's rump. Beyond this, Brutal uses his weight in an attempt ease them both into a sit, with the she-wolf nestled squarely beneath him, one front limb on the ground, though the right paw still loosely clings to her waist. And if she hasn't bolted from him yet, a breath sounding of renewed resolve and future consideration is huffed out in a great exhale upon the back of Althaea's neck, "I think..we need to keep..a bit of distance from each other." Tenderly, almost gingerly now does Brutal wash his tongue up the back of her scruff, "You're in heat, Althaea. And I can't promise..." He doesn't finish his sentence and instead just shakes his head ruefully, cause well, they both know just what he can't promise, now don't they?
Figuring out if your insane or just allowing nature to run its course is exhausting. An easy expression to fortell upon the young she-wolf whos calmed herself enough to let the warmth of the wolf so close to her become a deserving bed. If she could not trust him enough, let alone herself, to find rest then maybe all this wasn't right. Wanting this to work more than anything, Althaea fights back the urges finding solace on its otherside. Listening to Brutal's hurried heartbeat becomes the distraction she needs or that it would of been if not for the sudden grab and pull that puts her beneith the massive wolf. First her reaction is surprised, thinking that he had all but given up for now. Does this mean her assumptions were wrong? The exact moment of contact between their flanks, Althaea struggles to free herself but only subtle. She was confused. It was something she wanted yet at the same time wasn't fully to the point following through with it. Dropping into that weighted sit, the only thing thats kept her, she looks back, a natural reaction to nuzzle made. However, it's cut short by wary words, causing 'thaea to slowly push herself away and look at him squarely. Distance was likely a good thing but was it something either of them wanted? "If that is what becomes of it... occurs while in the myst.." she pauses to give a slight smile. "It would all be worth the possible outcome." She has to look on the bright side and though she's still healing from her last, less compassionate, attack, perhaps now would only cause more hurt than if she were at her full. Sticking out her tongue, she licks over Brutal's nose showing no hard feelings.
With those primordial and most basic instincts beginning to abate for the time, it is a collected composure that Brutal attempts to regain despite the lingering awkwardness and uncertainties that the dark male is quite content to attribute to a case of too much experience on one end and not enough on the other. Even now though does the massive male have to be cautious, still in danger of getting swept away again should Althaea tempt him, either by touch or provoking words. And despite that the reason is because of his own suggestion, as the she-wolf moves away from him, it is with a regretful, all the more wistful gaze that he watches her do so. Empty is the space beneath him and for a second Brutal shifts himself, as if wanton to resume the potential affair in hindsight. A soft whine is even emitted in lieu, a note of apology on his behalf as he worries over her reaction, but his moment of panic is swiftly displaced by her words and the wet lick to his nose. Quick then is the smile to his muzzle, but the glint of his eyes and the crook of that expression is much more mischievous and blatantly more lascivious than the wolf has ever cared to take with her. "Just..for a few days.." the dark wolf reiterates, the leafy ground rustling behind his inclined haunches as his tail apparently resumes it's uncharacteristic wagging; uncharacteristic at least where Brutal is concerned. Even more unexpected might be the submissive posture that the brute takes with the young she-wolf now, lowering himself further in order to crawl up to her, licking at her chin as he allows her the pleasure of towering over him for once.
It is with an amused smirk that Althaea gazes down upon the crawling Brutal. His submissive posture childish and very unsuiting, but it worked for the situation. Soaking up the mannerism, unsure on when she'd see it again, she smiles, lowering herself to his level on the ground. Head between her own paws, blue eyes giving watch over the yellow that peered back. Just a few more days- she could accept that. Crawling forward just a few inches, she places her muzzle beside his, touching even. Let this be enough distance to keep them sane and forever close through such hard and troubling times.
Troubling times? Brutal would be more predisposed to calling them challenging times, but definitely not troubling. Unless its the good kind of trouble, the sort that leads to any manner of delightful discoveries. The struggle for the seasoned and older male will be in behaving himself long enough to not ruin it for the both of them and to give over all control to a young she-wolf who hasn't really a clue what to do with it. But with Althaea's deceased mother, Skahla's success at playing a similar role with his absence, all on top of a uprooted and unstructured pack, is it any wonder? As for Brutal's near puppyish infatuation and unusual submission, it can be guaranteed that it will last only as long as the reason for it. Until then though, hopefully nobody catches him at it. After all, Brutal does have a reputation to uphold, least he disappoint impressed admirers and amuse spiteful adversaries, right? But for now, the brute of a wolf is just barely bold enough to lay there across from his intended mate, elated with the cheap thrill of just touching muzzles with her.