02-26-2017, 03:29 AM
Ruan
He could see it shift and shudder, brighten her eyes with a light that drew him in further. But he held still. He waited. Nearly feeling the power course and rush through her; her power.
It felt like so long that she stood there, holding his gaze as though he were what held her up and not her own legs. As though a part of her needed him even as his wolf keened low in his mind, a silent whine that grew to a growl as it turned around and challenged her. Called her out and demanded to finally see her. Come out, weakling. And she did. Her eyes slammed shut, her body trembled, and his breath stopped in his chest, ears tipping forward in anticipation. She was instantly snarling in retaliation, and his lips peeled back in answer, ears flattened, and together they formed into fur and paws and vicious growls.
Even as he stared her down in this charged moment, she was beautiful. Breathtaking.
Her eyes slid opened and immediately clashed with the blue of his as she took a step forward to meet his challenge. Her tail lifted defiantly, boldly, and his growl slid to a slightly higher pitch, growing louder as his blackened fur raised to stand on end.
And then his growl began to settle, a low rumble of threat even as he quieted just a little. He kept his head above hers as he stepped closer once more, letting his mouth lay carefully near her neck, eager to feel that scruff of brown but refraining. His body stilled, wary and ready for her slightest move, and yet somehow also at ease. Almost peaceful. He was ready to pin her down if her fierce wolf did not accept him, every line in his body saying Try me, I'll like it. Confident, dominant. Hers was too. She was not the type to just roll over submissive and lick sweetly at his face, to bare her vulnerable throat and belly to him.
Good. He liked that too.
He would not ask her to submit. He would only wait and allow her to make her own decisions. She would always be free to make her own choices. Am I enough for you.
Am I worthy.
It felt like so long that she stood there, holding his gaze as though he were what held her up and not her own legs. As though a part of her needed him even as his wolf keened low in his mind, a silent whine that grew to a growl as it turned around and challenged her. Called her out and demanded to finally see her. Come out, weakling. And she did. Her eyes slammed shut, her body trembled, and his breath stopped in his chest, ears tipping forward in anticipation. She was instantly snarling in retaliation, and his lips peeled back in answer, ears flattened, and together they formed into fur and paws and vicious growls.
Even as he stared her down in this charged moment, she was beautiful. Breathtaking.
Her eyes slid opened and immediately clashed with the blue of his as she took a step forward to meet his challenge. Her tail lifted defiantly, boldly, and his growl slid to a slightly higher pitch, growing louder as his blackened fur raised to stand on end.
And then his growl began to settle, a low rumble of threat even as he quieted just a little. He kept his head above hers as he stepped closer once more, letting his mouth lay carefully near her neck, eager to feel that scruff of brown but refraining. His body stilled, wary and ready for her slightest move, and yet somehow also at ease. Almost peaceful. He was ready to pin her down if her fierce wolf did not accept him, every line in his body saying Try me, I'll like it. Confident, dominant. Hers was too. She was not the type to just roll over submissive and lick sweetly at his face, to bare her vulnerable throat and belly to him.
Good. He liked that too.
He would not ask her to submit. He would only wait and allow her to make her own decisions. She would always be free to make her own choices. Am I enough for you.
Am I worthy.
