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The world around slowly came to. The sun was warm on her skin and the sounds of the forest disrupting her serenity. Eyes fluttered open, blinking away the sudden light of the sun. Muscles flexed and stretched, a pleasurable groan leaving her lips. Feathers ruffled and wings shifted as she pressed further into his side. A yawn split her lips, fangs sparkling in the morning sun. Drugs long faded from her system, the world was crystal clear. His cologne clung to her pelt and was permanently imbedded in her nostrils.
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A night of wild passion had been a pleasant surprise but one she did not regret in the harsh rays of light. Finally she would peer up at him, sleepy eyes searching his crimson features. Now what? Surely this opened doors to an entirely different level of companionship or at least gravely altered them. Craning her neck she sought to press her nose to his cheek, a soft smile playing with her lips.

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@Andurïl
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #dadce1 url('http://orig01.deviantart.net/f1cf/f/2015/179/8/5/rare_imaging_couples_by_argenticide-d8z5pkd.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 500px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 45px; padding-bottom: 700px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #223144"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">D</font>reams were risky business, this revel of desires placed within the minds eye, left to fester and brood in the hearts of the damned and isolated. They would burn in silent agony for years, torching nerves and bone until the soul caged and battered would finally break, a berserker trapped in sheeps clothe. So it would be said. Yet, in this moment, his dreams seemed to play a farce, a waking sketch upon the world before him, dressed in cloak of satin silk and citrus lace. She lay beside him, an image written in soft warmth upon his usually cool feathers, her taste inked across his tongue, and her breathes pressing against his own, forcing him to breathe as she did. An inhale to an exhale, his sluggish heart pounding against its bed as his mind slowly rose up from the deep. The man could remember her in those passing moments, a tapestry woven from artisans hand. So fearsome was her passions, branded even now on his thoughts.
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Yet, for one who would usually so righteously avoid intimacy, Andurïl was content to merely lay at her side, upon their bed of moss and fern, the pale sands stretching out towards the lake, its surface strewn with elegant shows of fleeing mists. Each moment the warmth would grow, the sun lancing above the canopy to paint the golden light upon them. It'd start at her crown, the soft ashen veil appearing bright, luminous. Her pigmented feathers burned as if gems torched by an eternal flame, and the man as if he was the son of helios lusts. She was pressed to his side, her wing draped upon his shoulder, their long trains intertwined until alabaster and maroon stripes painted the ground. He could feel her chilled toes grasping at his furred hip, the mans own hold caging her close, locked upon her sides, laying feather soft touches over her rippling dapples. Groaning, his body shifting ever so, he'd eventually fall still, the soft brush against her brow where his breathe fell the only true indication of movement from the man.
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He wasn't concerned about the potential meaning this encounter would be for their bond. Not to say he didn't care of her, more as he felt no need to place label upon what had become. There had long been a infatuation between the two, whether each wished to pronounce it or not. For they were mere titles to give to strangers. Andurïl had never been the type to share, much rather holding such a treasure close, a dragon protecting most desired of hoard. Humming, he'd press his nose against the space beneath her chin, a single silver orb snapping open, watching the play of awakening creatures at the forests edge. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Morning,"</b></font> he'd murmur, his voice echoing into her own throat.
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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A crimson lid peeled back to reveal a silver orb that peered down at her. Lips twitched with amusement, his deep voice vibrating against her as he issued a greeting. <span id="ccspeech">"Good morning."</span> She murmured, blinking away the sleepy glaze in her eyes. Lean muscle continued to flex beneath her ashen pelt, toes stretched and flexed, talons scrapping the earth. A contented sigh heaved her sides, for a moment she said nothing, unsure of what to say, or even what to do. So she remained silent, leaning against him, allowing her crown to rest across his shoulders. As the sun rose higher, rays warmed her petite figure. But with the rising sun, the creatures of the forest awoke too, critters chirping and scurrying about, effectively killing the silence night had brought.
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Wings shifted to a more comfortable position, one feathered appendage still draped across his back while the other stretched away from them, covering part of her narrow body. <span id="ccspeech">"We need breakfast."</span> She mumbled, but made no effort to move or to allow him to move. Eyes drifted shut once more, blocking out the harsh light of the world.

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@Andurïl
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #dadce1 url('http://orig01.deviantart.net/f1cf/f/2015/179/8/5/rare_imaging_couples_by_argenticide-d8z5pkd.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 500px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 45px; padding-bottom: 700px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #223144"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">I</font>t was easy to fall back into the lull, a tranquil feeling that soothed rippling muscle, leaving him perfectly manipulatable upon the earth, his heavy bodice soaking in the warmth where morning light ever so slowly crept up along a crimson silk. Sighing, shifting ever so slowly, he'd notice only than Caracara's attention upon him, a lazy droop of his eyes a simple acknowledgement. Strange, how being close to her made him feel so oddly content, the unknown territory of affection flourishing beneath his feet. He'd hum, allowing her to arrange herself as she sought fit, a steady weight pressed against his shoulders and neck, a gossamer touch of feathered sheet dropped over his back. A good morning... yes, he supposed it was. It was a rare moment in time where he couldn't remember his dreams, the darkness, the feel of iron upon flesh. They were the cause of what kept him wandering, ever watchful, rarely to slumber. Now, oddly enough, he felt no desire to rise to feet, and set forth in his aimlessness.
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Food did sound good, but he had little desire of moving to go and retrieve it. His eyes opened, peeling back on at a time. He'd scan the area, hazy gaze growing steadily more aware, until at last he found a suitable quarry. A bizarre animal, one that resembled a deer, but shorter, with straight, curling horns. Something easily taken, if he'd just have the energy to stand up, which, unfortunately, he had none. Raising his crown, unheeding the weight of Cara settled upon him, he'd gaze upon the create, warmth building up along his sides, riding over his shoulders until a faint burning could be felt upon his countenance. The light dappling his tail seemed to come alive, slipping through the white tracks upon his body. His eyes would settle above the creatures head, up near the break in the canopy above. He'd channel the light towards a single point, feeling the heat slowly seep from his bodice, taking with it a slither of his energy, to mould its use into concentrating intangible, into the tangible. The deer was watching, seemingly unconcerned with his inability to move, and yet, it would be a fine point of distraction until the charge was done. A miniature white sun hovered upon the point he had sent the energy, and with a flicker of his eyes, settling upon the small deer, the charge would snap, sending a minute sized beam down upon the back of its head. The smell of burnt flesh coupled with the sound of the body striking the ground gave wing to his success, and yet, even with the creature so close... he felt no desire to move towards it. However, hunger outweighed his lethargic peace after a moment, and with a sigh, he'd shift again. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Come on."</b></font>
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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Together they remained unmoving, basking in the early morning glow. It wasn't until his body seemed to warm even more than she would refocus her attention on him. Lifting her crown, glacial eyes caught sight of the light that hovered over a creature that got a little too close. Mesmerized she watched as light exploded and the tiny deer fell to the ground. The stench of scorched flesh was heavy in the air, but breakfast was much closer than she thought it would be. He would shift beside her, beckoning her to come eat. With a hum of brief displeasure she would rise, wings flaring out to stretch delicate muscle before she shook dust from her pelt.
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Stepping forward she would approach the carcass, stomach growling with a fierce hunger. Jaws unhinged as her crown lowered, fangs hungrily ripping into the deer. Flesh and blood cascaded sweetly over her tongue, reminding her of just how hungry she was. With a light moan of satisfaction she would devour her fill, fangs crushing through muscle and gnawing at bone. Blood stained her ivory lips, a clash of color against her otherwise ashen hue.

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@Andurïl
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Grasping mortal cloak, the man would severe the clasps that held it tight to girth, stripping down the belly, revealing crimson core to the open air. Thieving life from the simple held little remorse to the man, one so locked on the instinctual desires of being. He'd gorge on the rich meat, the liver and the heart, the texture as butter melting beneath his tongue Regal pelt dyed as it was, little could be noticed where blood lay, a darkened spot upon cheek, a streak across once pristine white. He'd hum, pleased with the weight added to his stomach, daggered hands grasping the creatures horn, turning its head slightly to glimpse the burnt hole. Straight through the skull the beam had gone, a result of the prolonged time he had to brew charge. Sniffing, he'd release his hold, sinking fangs instead upon the creatures hip, and thrashing his hold, tearing the ligaments, the bone dropping from the joint at hip.
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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She eats until her belly is not longer protesting for food, but is rather silenced by a pleasant fullness. Leaning back on haunches, salmon ribbon lashes against her lips, washing away the stain of blood. He tears into the carcass with lazy viciousness, crown thrashing as he rips muscle and flesh from bone, severing limb from body. The hushed whispers of tearing flesh fill the silence as she sets to grooming her feathers with care. Tongue rasps across each feather, carefully smoothing each tendril into place with a light caress. Dust was wiped away, leaving behind only glistening colors.
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Much like a feline, she took great care in tending to her coat, ensure that it was never matted, not a hair out of place. A delicate ear tipped in his direction, her attention split between two tasks. Eyes slid shut, falling into her own little world, reminiscing on the previous days events. Perhaps she should drug him more often, it appeared to loosen him, allow him to relax. Lips twitched with a hint of a smirk. Nostrils flared with the heady cologne that still clung to fine hairs.

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@Andurïl
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #dadce1 url('http://orig01.deviantart.net/f1cf/f/2015/179/8/5/rare_imaging_couples_by_argenticide-d8z5pkd.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 500px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 45px; padding-bottom: 700px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #223144"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">W</font>armth filled his belly from the flow of energy, heavy with each tear of bloody flesh, leaving gapping wounds in the torn hide. Within time, fed by the hunger of the pair, the deer would fall into a pit of rot, visible bones and pale ligaments. Licking his lips, savouring the hue of iron, Andurïl would step back, the faint shuffle of feathers sounding against his armoured heels. His eyes traced along the shadows dappling the earth, until he set attentions once more upon his lady. Beguiled from the brilliance of morning dawn, she seemed alight from the burnish hues, the canopy above creating a strange design upon her flanks. Cadmium, canary diamonds, riddled a secret tongue upon her bodice. She was a poem, brought into the world, in that exact moment. Tilting his crown, he abandoned the spell of meat, to join her at the alter, his heels brushing along hers as he settled his weight, turning to silver pools upon her own. It seemed easier to fall into this rhythm, falling into what seemed more familiar than it once was.
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Breathing in the sweet nectar of the forests, Andurïl paused, tilting his head, feeling the warmth upon his face. He was never good with words, and so, he found, even in the moments, in such a time of intimacy, he found himself falling upon old habits. It spoke of his comfort, the absence of necessity to fill in the silence, a solemn man by nature.
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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Oc: sorry totally musless right now x.x
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Stroke after stroke until feathers were flawless. A shift in the air brought his presence closer, his crimson figure sitting beside her. Silence fills the space between, though it is far from uncomfortable. She feels no need to speak, to fill the void with idle conversation and sweet nothings. Instead she leans into his side, or tries to, wings stretching behind him in a sort of ebony curtain. The sun is warm against her flesh, a light caress that was oh so good. A contented sight left her lips, eyes fluttering shut briefly. <span id="ccspeech">"Would you consider joining me?"</span> Her voice was a soft whisper, a murmur on the wind. She did not seek his gaze right away, though inevitably, glacial pools sought orbs of silver.
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Crown tipped back, jaws seeking to nibble across his jawline towards his throat, each thought feather light, hot breath spilling from ivory kissers. Ears tipped out loosely with relaxation, there was no pressure, just idle curiosity. Would he join her? Would he return to the pack with her, where she could then name him her beta? Nostrils flared, inhaling the musky scent that was his and clung to crimson tendrils.

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@Andurïl
<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cantata+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background: #dadce1 url('http://orig01.deviantart.net/f1cf/f/2015/179/8/5/rare_imaging_couples_by_argenticide-d8z5pkd.png') no-repeat bottom; width: 500px;"><div style="padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 45px; padding-bottom: 700px; font-family: 'Cantata One', 'Georgia' serif; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color: #223144"><font style="font-size:50pt; line-height:10px;">I</font>t was a question neither expected nor prepared for. The beseeching of a mans isolation, breaking down walls long held in place. A taboo, a tradition he found no desire in breaking. Perhaps it was the past reaching forward, manipulating his opinions and beliefs, thinking a certain way in a sense of self preservation. It was an old, heralding command, something that twisted even the most accepting of natures. Or perhaps, he was a vindictive creature, one that clung onto old hate, a brewing darkness in the night that refused to leave. It haunted his steps, deep in the endless abyss of his soul, a thing that remained alive, even after its heart had long been ripped clean from his body.
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He could feel her eyes upon his flesh, a burning gaze, the heart of the sea. Slow was his attentions, a shadow, a living wraith returning to the surface. Andurïl would look at her; a feat easy enough. An intimate touch, a sultry kiss, and the brute would hum, his crown shifting to press the briefest of touch to the curve of her chin. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"That kind of life was never meant for me,"</b></font> he'd murmur. Melancholy, he'd eye the razored edge of his talons, the curve of molten steel against the dirt. Wiggling his flexible toes, the tips clacked against the earth, a rueful greek shifting into place. <font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Last time... did not work out so well."</b></font>
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<font style="color:#995500;"><b>"Caracara"</b></font><font style="color:#990011;"><b>"Andurïl"</b></font>
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