An open embrace upon a bleeding tree, -viol- MATURE CONTENT

[Taliesin]

taliesin moved with all the grace of his kind, the stately pompous walk of a born bard. His voice rumbled in a deep song as he recited the tale of his pack, the pack that had long since died. He wanted now to setle down, to meet a female, share his seed, then teach his tales to his offspring. That was his dream.

He'd joined the Arcanum pack for just that reason. To find a mate. the other pack was small, scattered. The arcanum pack was wellrounded, with available females. But he would find a female who would give him the respect he deserves as a bard befopre he would deign to share his seed with her. That was just how he was.

The spring sun was warm on him, giving his pelt more of a sky blue sheen today. His only marking, the lightning bolt, stood out in stark contrast to his pale blue fur. His emerld eyes were unusually dreamy today, as he focused on his stories, his memories. H would eventually find one to share them with. He knew it, he felt it in his tired, aching bones. He would find her somewhere.

This post has been edited by Taliesin on Mar 13 2008, 09:23 PM

[Viol]

She was in a pack that had not even understand her beliefs. Luna had no respect for any one other then her own self, and that stupid feline. How was she to be in that pack, live and work with in it, and still refused to understand why she is they way she was. To her a female was just that, she was not something that was to be shown honor, nor respect, unless she is the one that picks your breeder, then you best show her all the kindness in the world and kiss her ass while making her think you love her and would give her your first born.Even if the male wanted your child to be the next leader.

Voil snarled as she fussed back and forth ranting and raving about Luna and her messed up ways. "Shut up Mal! I heard you and I heard Voix! I'm a whore, a filthy whore, now will the both of you leave me alone, I might be able to start me life over again!: Her voice was soft, in a higher tone. It flowed out of her mouth like water, so smooth and soft with out a thing blocking it.

Her paws took her deeper away from the pack lands and into these lands that she had yet to see. Her black nose twitched as she picked up on the sent of the male, she gulped. This had been her first time seeing a male, since...him. She lowered her head coming with in his sight, but leaving a good three feet. She took her role on. She was seen, seen but not forcing her-self upon him. She lowered her body. She had to be lower then him, thank the good god that he wasn't small for a male, she looked to his paws, they where wide, wide meant he was good footed, and good at fighting, meant he was the leader. Meant she was shit, no she was lesser then that, she showed it upon her body.

[Taliesin]

The male stopped, his emerald eyes sharpening and focusing on the strange femme. He stood there silently before approaching. Something was stirring inside of him at the way she laid there, so submissive, not even looking at him except his paws.

he planted his front paws on either side of her head, looking down at her quietly. Finally he spoke, his rich voice quiet but commanding. Who are you, that stirs the senses so? Loquacious. that was a good way to describe the older male. Verboise. Grandoise.

He was truely a bard through and through, and the way he spoke so clearly, yet eloquently proved it again and again. He cocked his head slioghtly, his sharp eyes focused on her, intent on reading her- body, mind, and soul.

[Viol]

She felt the male standing over top of her, she lowered her-self down even further, she didn't fear him, no nohting in her body showed fear. She pushed her ears back and pulled her tail up to her side. She didn't move, she knew better, she had learned the hard way not to move when a male stood over top of her, she was a female she was the lowest of the low, she was not to say a word unless she had to, she was not to carry a topic on with any one, female where only to talk if they where alone, males where allowed to talk to the female and the female anwser quickly, but tried to fulfill the request of the male.

She stood up making sure that her body was still lower then the male, she knew it was deadly to look at him, she knew it would mean her head on a plater. She pushed her hip softly against the side of one of his front tails, letting her tail brush his under stomach. She was to be available to the male, but unless they where worthy in rank, and title she was never allow the male to have her fruit of her under area. "Voil, Sir." Eyes not moving from his feet, they where wide enough apart to hold a powerful frame, they where long enough to hold the frame of a king.

[Taliesin]

(Forgive any misspellings?)

"Voil, Sir." Her voice was meek, mild, unassuming. It stirred him. He steped away, just enough that he could study her face. Viol. A name befitting of any fallen angel. These markings...he'd seen them once before. Going through the De'Grommit lands. She was a slave, to be used at will.

He lovered his head to meet her eyes. His green eyes were sharp and direct, commanding. Why is a slave of the De'grommit lands so far from home? His thunderous voice was now the gentle whisper of a night breeze, holding dark longings and desires.

And where is your male? Yes, he was knowledgable. He'd travelled extnsively, had been welcomed at the De'grommit pack as a new source of entertainment. He'd entertained the leaders, the males, then been offered his choice of the females. The slaves. It was there he'd learned just how enjoyable being truely dominant could be.

[Viol]

She quickly turned her head away from his eyes, it wasn't correct, she wasn't worthy, she wasn't allowed. The male was bigger then she was by far, bigger then her lover that caused her an exile. The female pulled her head into her chest, showing him how submissive she was. She wasn't going to show him any thing less then submission, she knew better, she wasn't going to have a repeat of what happened back in the home lands of the De'grommit. She found some pride in her quick learning. The irovy lady gulped, she was being pushed to break the rules, he was trying to get her to look at him in his eyes, look at his face, she wasn't allowed that honor. What was he trying to do? Cover her? What if he wasn't allowed to have that title, what if he held flaws in his family. The female tried to cover her fear as she coughed out her answer. "Exiled M'Lord."

She didn't lie, she wouldn't and couldn't lie. If the male could show he was worthy of the title then she would lay down and raise her rear up just enough, just like all of her lesson had said, she might be an exile with the chance of being killed if one of the leaders where to find her, but it wasn't a matter of ignoring all that her "s" scar stood for, she couldn't it was what she was breed for, it was what she was raised for.

[Taliesin]

"Exiled M'Lord." His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Exiled. He wondered what she'd done to deserve such a fate. No wonder she was here alone, without a male around. A rumble of laughter, not at her but at the fools who had cast her away. Cast not the pearls before the swine, and what not. Not that he was swine, but still.

Ah, my fallen angel...no matter the crime, it was undeserving of such a punishment. To send you into a world so different from your own. His voice was a tender croon, a rich cascade of sound. You are lost without a male, aren't you?

It was a statement, not a question. He circled her now, studying her from all angles. His thoughts were not of love, but mastery. Not of tenderness, but dominance. He spoke, wanting to reassure her and inform her of his right to claim her. In many cultures the bard is revered, held as esteemed as the alpha himself. Even in the lands where you came from, my fallen angel, I was held up to a place of honor, given my choice of females.

He ceased his circling at her head, one massive paw on either side of her head. His voice had darkened, roughened. What if I chose you, my fallen angel? What if I chose to make you my own slave? Mine, and only mine? Again, he expected no answer except acquiescence.

[Viol]

The female would have spoken more, but really if she did she would be going against every thing she was breed for, raised for. Voil wasn't sure if she should lower her body to the ground for the male and raise her rear and shake it in front of his face or not, showing him that she was nothing more then a breeding female. Voil gulped not really sure how to let the male what she knew she had earned what she got, she was foolish enough to raise her rear to a male that wasn't worthy, nor had she had her welcoming into the breeding life, never even had one litter of pups, nor the tits to show of mother hood, the longer the tits the better the breeding female she must be. "Yes"

The white lady lowered her body to the ground, she knew what was coming she had been told that the male would just take her, they would some time not even wait for the female to lay down before they flung them-self upon a female and honor her with there covering. The white lady was scared,she wasn't sure if she was ready or not. The female gave a nod, as she raise her rear in the air, shaking it at him, it was a move that her teacher had taught her about making the higher levels of breeding males, want to cover her. She had no clue that a correct first covering would hurt to the point she would bleed. She parted her mouth as she panted, her heart raised as she acted like she was going to lay down. She parted her back legs a little further as she lowered her rump a bit before she swayed her tail over to the side to allow the male to see the pink under coloring of her female areas, that was covered by the tail. "Master, please partake of my fruit."

[Taliesin]

He exaulted in his power over her, the power of his words as she lowered herself, raising her rump to him. This was what he'd sought. Obediance. Utter compliance. He wanted to howl his victory, instead he offered her a pleased smile. he nudged her gently, then mounted her.

He grunted as he sheathed his rod inside of her. he lowered his muzzle to lick at her jaw as he thrust himself deeply into her. taking her nape, he thrust rapidly, whining with the enjoyment he recieved. He did howl as he spilled his seed inside of her, exctasy overriding his usually quiet nature.

He waited until his knot had softened to withdraw. he was deeply satisfied with his new toy. My fallen angel, you will return with me to my lands. perhaps our coupling has provided us the chance to be parents. If not..well, we'll have to remedy that, won't we?

[Viol]

The white slave felt the male move, as he moved to cover her, she wasn't sure if she could do thing, she gulped but she knew this was her duty, it was her rank. She knew she was nothing and with him being a male was every thing that would give her the chance to live up to what she was made for. Once he mounted onto her and trusted she felt her insides burn as she did what she had been taught to do and that was to make the male feel good, to allow her master to feel the wonder that laid in her walls, her cave was small and his snake was wide and long, she had only felt something like this once before and that was from her father.

After he was done she sat down away from him, as she groomed her-self clean licking up any blood or any thing he might have left be hide, as she sat up licking her lips as she lowered her head, still not looking into his eyes, as she gave a small nod, how could she fight, he was her master, she had to do his will. "I shall honor you in this life and next, My master."

[Taliesin]

master. Oh, how the bard liked the sound of that. He groomed her shoulder compainionably, feeling possesive of her now. He was her master, and she his slave. His own. And who knew? perhaps they had created life between them. And then he could have it all.

He stood, turning to the white lady. Come, my fallen angel, and follow me to your new home. He nudged her, herding her the way of the arcanum lands.