amaristhewolf:

[ She smells him cautiously, realizing what he is. She flicks her tail nervously though, wondering if there was a reason why he seemed so tense. She howls at him in greeting, hoping to break some of the tension. ]

[After a small minute’s hesitation, his face breaks into a small smile, and he gives a short howl of his own, eyes becoming decidedly more wolf-like.]

wintercardwell:

Not really that big a fan of havin’ to do that since it ends up in a lot of bruises. Usually mine an’ usually complimenting a severe lack of blood or somethin’. D’you honestly like treatin’ people like that? Like they’re toys for your amusement or somethin’ like that?

You act as if I mean to hurt you.

[He gives an innocent pout.]

Can I help it if I’m amused?

amaristhewolf started following you

[When he recognizes a fellow of his kind, he nods in greeting, respectfully keeping his eyes from maintaining contact for more than a few seconds.]

Hullo.

wintercardwell:

Forgive me for not believin’ that’s completely sincere. [Trying to stand taller] But really…What else should I know about you? I like knowin’ all facets of a person an’ you strike me as multi-faceted.

But it’s no fun telling you everything. Where’s the challenge for you in that?

You want to know all of my facets?

You figure them out.

wintercardwell:

Gee, thanks…Totally not forebodin’ or threatenin’ at all with the way that was said. [Rolling her eyes]

Threatening?

[Sounding almost sarcastic.] Aw. My apologies.

[He gives a sound that’s almost like a purr when he sees her completely bare before him, reaching down to trace his fingers over her lips. He runs his tongue over his teeth, shuddering softly.

It had been too long since he’d had a woman.

He spread her lips with his fingers and lowered himself, flicking his tongue over her clit.]

[Like with his shirt, he’s more interested by the disappearance of his pants than really disturbed. Ringy grins wide, pulling away from her arms to kiss and nip down her torso, hands now ripping at her own pants.]

[Ringmaster yips and growls, throwing his head back, his hand pressing harder at her. He gives a small woof, looking down at her. “Mine.”]

[His hips instinctually press into her touch, his body going ridged. The whine becomes a growl of pleasure, and he shudders, reaching down to the junction of her legs and beginning to rub.]