Where the wild meets [ Jadd ] M

[SanctifiedSavage]

Though it hadn't taken too long, she was sore and tired.  With all the excitement and adrenaline drained from her, Red was left panting beneath him. Willing to do whatever he'd like, at that point. Not moving unless he'd want to. Her thoughts were scattered and self-satisfied.

She'd spent so much time alone and searching, that now so many things were clicking into place all she wanted was to rest. With her new mate, of course.

When he scented her anew, Red rumbled a soft whine of inquiry. Not that she thought something might be wrong... What could be? Her body rocked occasionally when he moved – he was so much bigger than her, even small thrusts would do so – though Red did lean into them. She wasn't thinking about what might be the result of it, or where they might go now. Red was his and she would simply follow. His scent surrounding her was calming, now.

[JaddWard]

Alexios rumbled contentedly over top of the shewolf, licking and grooming over the back of her neck. She wasn't a werewolf- that made things so so much easier. Whatever trepidation he'd felt before his wolf browbeat him into taking her was gone, and he was glad for it. So glad that his tail started slowly wagging behind him.

It was about an hour later when he'd finally shrunk down enough to pull free of his new feral lover, stepping back off of her back, he quickly fell to his side to begin licking himself back into his sheath- taking a moment to glance at the shewolf and admire the bulge in her belly, the plethora of blank seeds he'd deposited within her. Between the length of his tie and how much he could produce- if only there was any substance to what he was able to produce, she'd be heavy with pups in no time. It was a wistful, slightly painful realization, but not a new one.

Finishing up, he stood back up and stretched with a yawn, the sun was fully down at this point, but he could see just fine, the mostly full moon bathed the area in light as he looked over the shewolf. Her red coat drank in the light, and he found that he liked the look of her, but he'd scented more than just wolf on her, and he figured it was about time to learn of any other forms she had. And for her to see his other forms

So without warning, he sat back and started to shift. The sound of cracking bones and breaking joints filling the air as his physiology broke and reshaped itself. It was always painful, the werewolves he'd first met after becoming one had told him it would eventually stop hurting, but after decades of shifting, it still hurt. In less than the count of ten, his hybrid form sat where his wolf form once had, and he stood to his full height.

"I can smell other forms upon you, shewolf.. if you can shift at will, now would be the time to do so." Came the rough voice of his hybrid form, trying to be polite but to his ears, his hybrid form always sounded menacing.

[SanctifiedSavage]

It was an odd sense, feeling full in a new way. An animalistic, self-satisfied way. Red felt quite pleased, all things considering. Even if she was tired and hungry and sore. Her first concern, really, had been acceptance. What was a wolf without a pack?

Lonely, mostly. She wasn't cut out for that sort of life.

When he'd pulled from her, eventually, she simply laid down in place. Content to watch and wait. Resting, really. If he wasn't in a rush to go wherever, Red was hardly going to nip at his heels and insist they carry on. When he started changing, though, she lifted her head. Ears alert. Concerned, for a moment. It sounded awful. Painful.  Her ears laid back and she sniffed, tentatively, in his direction.

Still the same wolf. Just... different. Monstrous. Still very big.

He spoke, then, and her fur ruffled some in response. He was telling her what he wanted. So be it. Red didn't spend a lot of time in her homid form – it was used for traversing amongst two-leggers, trading if need be, being diplomatic on occasion. Things that Red, personally, had never had need of.

Her shift was fluid and quiet. More a melting of one form into the next. She couldn't stop the transition, couldn't become some hybrid between the two. Red was either a wolf, or she was a woman. As quick as he had changed, maybe a hair faster, where she'd laid as a wolf she now knelt as a human. There was subtle patterning on her tanned skin, where her fur markings were replaced on her body, but her hair itself was the same color. Her eyes, too.

A simple skirt had changed with her, from before. Made of cut leather from something her family had hunted before, along with a matching chest wrap. So that if she ever had cause to change for a homid, she wasn't naked. Something that most two-leggers found disquieting. It took her a moment to stand, but she was steady on two legs too. This was as much her body as the wolf, just not her preferred.

Red crossed her arms beneath her ample chest and looked up at him. As though daring him, now that he'd already taken her, to find some manner of fault with this much less furred form. "My family named me Ragnara, though took to calling me Red," she said, voice a little husky from disuse.

[JaddWard]

Alexios leaned and and snuffled about her neck and face, taking in and learning her human scent- the same he'd smelled on her wolf form. She was indeed a shifter, not a werewolf- and he had to admit that he was more than a little jealous about just how painless her shift looked. No matter, she was his now. She'd chosen him and submitted to him, and most importantly, she wasn't a werewolf. What kind of Alpha would he be to refuse her?

"Red.." he sampled the name, then nipped at her cheek affectionately, "It fits you well. I am Alexios, though many of my other mates call me Alexi." He took a step back and shifted to human- this was a shorter, albeit much more painful shift than wolf to hybrid. Still, other than gritting his teeth it didn't show on his face- unlike her shift, however, he very much was naked afterwards, the late summer night not really bothering him in the slightest. "Welcome to my territory. Nearly fifty miles across and still growing, we're only a few miles from where we all lay our heads. Would you like to walk and talk?"

It didn't even occur to Alexi that this wolf might not enjoy the fact that he had 'other mates, after all, she'd already submitted to him. And he'd claimed her.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Another might've found the large half-wolf invading their personal space disquieting, but Red did not. If he was going to hurt her, he would. Not that she thought that was going to happen. Rather, she remained still to allow him whatever he would while he investigated the smell of her new form. It wasn't too different from the wolf form she'd met him in. A subtle shift in the scent, mayhaps, but Red generally smelt like Red. She could no more hide that she wasn't a wolf than she could pretend to be completely human.

She just wasn't.

When he said her name with approval, she smiled and even lightly touched his jaw. Alexios. It didn't matter to her what anyone else might call him, of course.

She watched him change again. A werewolf. Red had heard stories of them. Envied them, a little, that he could become so many variations of what he was, but it was a cursory sort of envy. Red was a proud wolf, after all. His lack of clothing didn't bother her – there was no reason it would – and she closed the space between them as he explained the boundaries. Red would scent them all later.

At the offer to walk and talk, she considered a moment before nodding once. If he would permit it, she'd give voice to her curiosities rather than wait to see for herself. "How many are in our pack?" she asked, easily falling at his side though allowing him to take the lead wherever they'd walk.