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simple combustion - Mauti - 02-02-2023
// just putting this here for now, expect slow replies until <a href="https://miasma.vim-rp.net/showthread.php?tid=60">this thread</a> is close to finished
After the hunt by the lake Mauti had decided to travel south, following the banks of a river that meandered through the empty plains. She hadn't been able to cover good distance in the thick snow, however, and as the storm's wrath picked up, she'd decided to seek shelter.
It came in the form of a small overhang, about ten feet across, that jutted out from a collection of boulders. It was still fairly open to the elements, even under its protection, so she'd tucked herself into the very back of it, curling in on herself to look out at the landscape beyond. She could just barely see where the land dipped into the river's edge; trees, sparsely spread, broke up her vision in neat lines. It was nice, really. Secluded, not as cold as the outside. It gave her the comfort to think back on her encounter with Magnus — how, three days in, she knew what had drawn him to her in the first place.
She'd spent enough time with that light furred boy to know what a heat was, despite this being her first one. And she was grateful in those moments, to him, to how gentle he'd been, informative without being... weird, about it. It prepared her for this — enough to know to stay the fuck away from everyone — and this little nook seemed the perfect place to do just that.
Hours passed wherein she calmly watched the snow, but over time she grew restless. The beginning of an itch rose beneath her skin, sweltering and angry. So she unfurled, slowly stepping out of her little pocket of safety to trot to the river's edge for a drink.
// <a href="https://c8.alamy.com/zooms/9/0a216468621b44ca8e9f4b537123610c/2hec06j.jpg">reference</a>, just with more snow and less trees
RE: simple combustion - Sinclair - 02-21-2023
Sinclair, or sin as his friends normally referred to him, usually loved snow storms. However he loved them from inside a nice warm cave, not being out in one. Wind blew snow into his face at a speed that made it feel like ice stabbing him thousands of times over and over again. He ducked his head and pushed forward. He needed to find shelter and soon, he didn't know how much more his poor eyes could take with being assaulted by the wind blown snow. Squinting he began to earnestly look around for any sign that there might be a cave, overhang, or even just a large boulder to block the wind for a bit. Anything to give him a bit of a reprieve. The wind lets up for a brief moment and in that time Sin sees another wolf coming from an overhang and trot off towards the river. He was torn with what to do. He guessed the other wolf, female maybe by the looks, would return to the overhang seeing as it was still snowing and the wind was beginning to pick back up. So did he wait here and on her return call to her and see if it would be alright for him to wait out the storm under the overhang with her? Did he just go in and see how string her scent was and depending on that decided to stay or leave, or did he just move on. He ruled the last open out almost as soon as he thought it. He would not last much longer in the elements and he was not willing to risk his life on the chance that there was more shelter around. Which left him with option A or B. He debated for a moment longer than decided he would go check out the shelter. If her scent was strong, indicating it was her actual den and not just a convent shelter he would make his way to the river and see if she was willing to share until the storm let up. If her scent was weak he would hang around the mouth of the shelter so she would be able to see and scent him, if the wind was going the right way, before she reached the entrance. He would not steal the shelter from her, but nor would he leave willingly.
With that design made Sin trotted as quickly as he could towards the shelter sight and walked inside. He took a couple of deep breaths and then froze at when his senses were telling him. His assumption was correct in that she was a female, but it also smelled like she was in heat. He had never been around a female in heat, at least not since before he reached sexual maturity, so he was not sure what kind of issue this would cause. But he remembered when he was little watching all the males turn into brutes when mating season started and thinking that he never wanted to act that way towards a lady.
Sin made his way back to the opening and sat just outside the opening, assuring he would be visible to her, as long as she was paying attention, on her approach. Hopefully this did not go over too badly.
RE: simple combustion - Mauti - 06-03-2023
Mauti's steps were cautious as she emerged from her sheltered nook, her senses heightened by the restlessness that stirred within her. The snowstorm raged around her as she moved, swirling flakes obscuring her view, but she pressed on. The sound of rushing water grew louder as she approached the river, the freezing air biting at the delicate skin beneath her fur.
As her slender legs carried her to the river's edge, she lowered her head and lapped at the frigid water. Her thirst was momentarily quenched, replaced by the discomfort of cold liquid against the warmth of her throat and belly. But as she lifted her gaze, she felt a strange sensation ripple through her body — a surge of heat that made her ears twitch and her heart race. Confusion welled up within her, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. While she knew it was her heat that affected her this way, experiencing its full wrath firsthand was an entirely different matter.
Her attention shifted immediately from the river to the surrounding landscape, squinting against the harshness of the wind and the brightness of the snow as she scanned for any signs of danger. The trees stood like sentinels, their thin, empty branches obscured by the heavy snowfall, and in the distance, she caught a glimpse of movement. A fleeting shadow, one that disappeared as quickly as she'd noticed.
Mauti's ears swiveled against the wind, her body poised in a mix of anticipation and wariness. She knew she couldn't stay by the river for long, exposed and vulnerable. Her instincts urged her to retreat, to find shelter once again and weather the oncoming storm of her own internal turmoil. In those moments, she sought the solace of her temporary sanctuary, hoping that within its confines, she could find the respite she desperately needed to navigate this new and unfamiliar chapter of her life.
So with a final longing glance at the river, she turned to trot back toward the safety of her rocky overhang.
The return to her shelter was filled with conflicting emotions. The heat that simmered within her intensified, further fueling her restlessness and consuming her thoughts with the unfamiliar sensations that coursed through her body.
But amidst the confusion and the delirium and the weather that wished to topple her, Mauti's acute senses detected a new presence. A figure, presumably the one she'd glimpsed from far away, sat just outside the entrance of her sanctuary. His large, dark form contrasted against the wintery backdrop, capturing her attention as she pulled her limbs to a stop.
Confusion mingled with curiosity in Mauti's gaze as she observed the stranger's actions. His deliberate choice to wait at the entrance spoke volumes — he wasn't here to invade her space or steal her shelter. The consideration behind his decision resonated with her, reminding her, if only vaguely, of the boy she'd abandoned to be here.
Regret followed by another wave of unease crashed over her. The scent in the air, churning with the snowflakes, revealed her state, and it was reasonable to assume the other wolf sensed it, too. Mauti wasn't sure how the stranger would react to an unknown female in this vulnerable phase; she'd witnessed the feverish behavior of males during the winter months before, and the memory left her guarded.
Tentatively, and despite the many warnings blaring in her ears, Mauti approached the entrance, her multi-colored eyes locking with the ambers of the other's gaze. Uncertainty played across her features, a mixture of wariness and, perhaps, a flicker of hope. She couldn't deny the practicality of sharing the shelter during the fierce storm, but she also couldn't ignore the inherent risks and complexities that came with their — her — current circumstances.
Silence enveloped them for a moment, the weight of their unspoken intentions hanging in the air that spanned between them. Mauti's instincts warred with her, torn between caution and a sudden, uncharacteristic yearning for companionship. She took another apprehensive step forward, her gaze never leaving the male's as she silently conveyed a message of both gratitude and, more importantly, hesitation.
RE: simple combustion - Sinclair - 06-04-2023
Sin watched as the female slowly approached, trying not to make any sudden movements and frighten her. She was definitely in heat and he felt his body stir. Flicking his ears and tail he tried to think how to make himself smaller. He was a big guy and he did not want to scare her away from her den and into this storm. He would not have in danger because of him. Lowering his head slightly he let words rumble from his chest. <b>"Good day my lady. I am sorry to intrude on you, but this storm was picking up and I wanted to find some place to wait it out. If you would be amiable to sharing your space with me I would be grateful.</b> Sin only raised his voice enough to be sure the female could hear him over the howling wind whipping snow around them. He felt a shudder run through him and desperately hoped she would allow him to stay with her at least until the storm decided to let up a bit. The snow wasn't even that bad really, it was the wind causing most of the damage.
But he would move on if she asked him to, hoping that there were other shelters near by. He just didn't know how he would see them through the snow and wind. But he would tackle that issue when and if it arose. Right now he kept his golden eyes on locked on the female's. A fleeting thought about them being the most brilliant eyes quickly passed through his mind, but she shoved it aside before he even began to consider where it came from. He would wait patiently for her answer, allowing her to enter the den if she so chose to get out of the weather, while he would remain own the threshold until bidden entrance inside.
RE: simple combustion - Mauti - 06-04-2023
Mauti's eyes remained fixed on the stranger, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The storm continued to rage around them, its fury echoing the tumult within her own being. She watched as the male made an effort to appear less intimidating, lowering his head and speaking with a gentle rumble in his voice. His words reached her amidst the howling wind, and she couldn't help but appreciate his respectful approach.
The rational part of her mind urged caution, reminding her of the risks and complexities that came with the two options laid out before her. But another part, fueled by the haze of her heat, yearned for companionship and the warmth that the male's large frame promised. She considered the practicality of sharing the small shelter during the relentless weather and acknowledged the benefit of his presence.
After a pause, Mauti's lips parted, her voice gentle yet tinged with uncertainty. <b>"You may enter,"</b> she replied, her words carrying a mix of gratitude and wariness. With a flick of her tail and an emphasis on keeping space between them, she hesitantly passed beside him to retreat into the depths of the rocky overhang.
Once inside, Mauti made space for the stranger by settling herself on a slightly raised ledge, her eyes fixed on him as he joined her. The flickering light cast shadows on her fur, revealing the conflict that played out within her. She found herself drawn to his presence, to the warmth he exuded, but her instincts reminded her of the potential dangers that lurked in the midst of their shared vulnerability.
The snowstorm howled outside, but in the confines of the small den, a fragile silence settled. Mauti's eyes never wavered from the male's golden gaze as she spoke again, her voice laced with a mix of caution and a feigned assertiveness. <b>"I'm sure you're aware of my condition,"</b> she stated bluntly. When she continued, she became more direct and questioning. <b>"Are you able to control yourself? Or are you the type to be driven to madness by a female in heat?"</b>
Her words hung in the air, a subtle warning despite the very obvious difference in strength between them. Mauti's eyes searched the male's for any sign of understanding, a shared acknowledgement of the delicate dance they were about to embark upon. She knew that their desires and instincts were powerful forces, but she hoped that amidst the storm, they could find a sliver of clarity and make decisions that would protect them both.
RE: simple combustion - Sinclair - 06-04-2023
Sin Watches as she got to higher ground, whether to make herself feel bigger or safer he wasn't sure, but he made sure not to encroach on her space. He would stay nearer to the mouth of the den, not to block her exit, but to make sure she had the space she wanted to make her feel more secure. The scent of her heat was building in their close quarters and his body once again started to come alive, but he pushed it down. He would not cause her to regret letting him into her domain.
Just as he got his body's reaction to her under control she mentioned her condition, as she put it, and he cleared his throat and ducked his head feeling like a pup that just got caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. It was almost as though she had read his mind. He cleared his throat once again and managed to rumble out <b>"I am going to be honest with you my lady...I have not been around a female in heat in quite some time. But I assure you I will not cause you harm or force myself on you. Should I not be able to control my baser instincts I will leave you to yourself. I give you my word"</b>
Sin shook the melting snow out of his fur and settled into a relaxed laying position. He started to feel like he was staring far too long at the female, but he could not seem to pry his eyes from hers. Hoping to convey his sincerity in his words. Plus he really really liked looking into them. He had never seen eyes like hers before.
<b>"You may call me Sinclair, or Sin if it suits you."</b>
RE: simple combustion - Mauti - 06-04-2023
Mauti listened intently to the male's response, her gaze fixed upon him as he spoke, noting the slight embarrassment in his demeanor. The admission of his lack of recent experience with a female in heat didn't surprise her; after all, her own knowledge (previous to this season, of course) was limited to secondhand information. Still, his reassurance that he would not cause her harm or force himself upon her eased some of her worries. She appreciated his honesty and the sincerity behind his words.
As he settled into a relaxed position, Mauti found herself mirroring his action, lowering herself onto the rocky ledge. Her gaze continued to meet his but started to soften, the caution in her expression giving way to a glimmer of trust. The intensity of the storm outside seemed to fade away as they locked gazes, the shared understanding and unspoken desires creating a fragile connection between them.
She watched him, studying his features and the way he carried himself. There was a sense of genuineness about him, a sincerity that resonated with her own values. An observation that once again brought the memory of another boy.
<b>"You may call me Mauti,"</b> she replied, her voice softer now, the tension in her body slowly dissipating. She appreciated the invitation for familiarity that Sinclair extended by offering a nickname. <b>"I appreciate your honesty, and I hope you can uphold your word."</b> Mauti understood the challenges they faced in their current situation, the primal forces that could overtake them if they allowed it. She wanted to trust him, to believe that he would maintain control, but her instincts reminded her to remain vigilant. The rational side of her warned that discipline and control was a two-way street, and that she would be held just as accountable for any lapse in judgement.
Silence fell between them, the air heavy with anticipation and an underlying tension. Mauti couldn't help but wonder how they would navigate the delicate dance of their desires and instincts while confined in the shelter of the compact sanctuary. The storm continued its relentless assault on the outside world, providing a backdrop of chaos and isolation.
The heat within her still pulsed with intensity, but she was no longer alone in its grip.
Mauti forced herself to settle further into the shelter, trying desperately to find a sense of security in Sinclair's presence. With a mixture of curiosity and caution, she broke the silence, her voice laced with vulnerability. <b>"Tell me, Sinclair, what brings you to these lands? What led you to seek shelter in this storm?"</b> The question carried deeper meaning, a desire to understand the male's journey and intentions, beyond the mere necessity of finding refuge from the elements.
RE: simple combustion - Sinclair - 06-04-2023
Sin wagged his tail gentle as they female identified herself and also seemed to relax. <b>"Mauti"</b> He tested her name, letting it roll off his tongue. <b>"What a lovely name."</b> He gave her a smile and relaxed further by laying his head on his paws, his eyes dancing with a bit of mischievous flirtation. He would cease all flirtations if she asked, but he figured as long as he kept his distance and kept it light the flirtations might actually help put her at ease.
He let her questions roll around in his head, determining how he wanted to answer them. His heart gave a little squeeze with the thought that that last time he had spent any real time with anyone was when he first came into the other valley. The sweet goofy little female he had stumbled upon and traveled with for a short time. He thought about her sometimes, missed the company and companionship. Other than her he had been alone for oh so long. He really did hope he didn't disappoint her or himself by not being able to control himself.
<b>"I was in another valley for a while, but I found nowhere that I could call home. So I left and traveled for a time an that is how I found my way here. No great story there I am afraid. As for what causes me to be out in this storm shaking shelter well, the storm got worse than I was expecting. If it had just been the snow I don't think I would have been looking for shelter quite so soon, however the wind picked up and that caused a whole different mess. I caught a glimpse of this place, and if I am honest I saw you leaving it as well, and came inside hoping for a reprieve from the wind when I caught your scent. I didn't want to force you out or startle you by staying inside for you to find on your return so I decided to stay out and that is where you found me. And I do thank you for inviting me in, dear one. It was very kind of you. I can imagine it was not an easy choice with a strange male given your current state."</b>
Sin stretched out in front of the entrance letting the fresh air help clean the scent of her heat from his nostrils and helping keep his body at bay. He kept his eyes on her though he let his lids droop in a lazy manor and get her another one of his smiles.
<b>"And what of you? How do you come to be here?"</b>
RE: simple combustion - Mauti - 06-04-2023
Mauti watched as Sinclair tested her name, finding it pleasing to his ears. His smile and relaxed posture conveyed a sense of ease and a hint of playful flirtation. She couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth in response, cautiously allowing herself to be drawn to his charm.
<b>"Thank you,"</b> she replied with a gentle smile. She appreciated his attempt to put her at ease, though her reserved nature kept her guarded, allowing only a subtle softness to show in her gaze.
Listening intently to his response and his encounter with the storm, Mauti found herself drawn into his story. She sensed a hint of longing in his words, a familiar yearning for a place to call home. Memories of her own search resonated with his journey, though she kept those thoughts to herself for now. Instead she nodded, trying to express the appreciation she felt for his actions and respect. <b>"You have also shown me kindness by accepting my invitation,"</b> she responded, her voice sincere and tinged with gratitude. <b>"Finding solace from a storm in the presence of another is a precious gift."</b> Or, in unspoken words, she was glad he was there to help warm the place up.
Sinclair's mention of her current state, the vulnerability she found herself in during this season of heat, brought a slight blush to Mauti's cheeks. Then, her attention shifted to his question, inviting her to share her own story. Mauti considered her words carefully, contemplating how much to reveal and how to convey her journey without delving too deeply into the more painful aspects of her past.
<b>"I understand the longing for a home,"</b> she began, her tone filled with a mix of nostalgia, melancholy, and genuine empathy. <b>"I, too, have wandered through various lands, searching for a place to belong."</b> Briefly she recalled the families she'd tried to join but never felt welcomed in. The face of a stranger flashed before her eyes, a deadly request that fell from despaired lips. Of the boy that stopped it all, made her world spin, comforted and sheltered and— and scared her away, in the end.
She was glad, in those moments, that Sinclair's coat was dark and that his eyes were not olive-colored.
<b>"The path was one of solitude and challenge, but it led me here, to this valley, to this shelter in the midst of chaos."</b> As she spoke, Mauti allowed herself to consider the possibility of connection, cautiously embracing the potential for support and companionship. She knew the future held uncertainties, but in this moment, she chose to believe in the flicker of hope that emerged between them. Mauti's gaze met Sinclair's, her expression guarded yet open.
<b>"Do you believe in fate?"</b> she asked.
RE: simple combustion - Sinclair - 06-04-2023
Her voice was quite lovely and he liked listening to it. It was soft and velvety to his ears, but he tried not to dwell on it. Not sure if it was him who thought that or her scent clouding his mind. He kept his lazy gaze on her as she told him what she felt he needed to know in order to answer his question. He felt there was more to her story, but would not push her. Not right now anyway. Maybe, once this storm passed, if they decided to stick together he would charm the rest of her tale from her, but for now he would allow her her secrets. He sensed in her words and tone that she had been hurt before, but how and by who he had no idea. The mere thought of her being hurt, whether it be physically or emotionally sent a bolt of anger through him and attached to it a hint of possessiveness he had no right feeling. They had just met and she was not his in any sense of the word. This had to be the hormones taking over.
Realizing he had slightly tensed up with the odd feelings coursing through him he forced himself to relax, but her next question had him raising his head slightly and cocking it to the side. <b>"Huh... you know, no one has ever asked me that before so I never really considered it. But yes, I guess I do."</b> He stared at her now, letting his gaze slightly roam over her, not in a threatening manor, but casually as if he was just now taking her all in. His gaze penetrating as though he could see into her heart, her soul, the most secret p[laces of her. <b>"Two wolves who have been alone for so long, finally finding one another. Giving each other safety and solace. Friendship and...companionship."</b> He hesitated on the last word for a moment. Changing it at the last moment. Romance was on the tip of his tongue and he had no idea why that word had popped into his head or wanted to leave his tongue so badly. But now was not the time to contemplate it. They had just met and she was already weary, though not as much as when she had first seen him. He did not want to do anything that would cause the wall that was slowly lowering to slam back up in his face. He had a feeling if that happened not only would he never see it lowered again, but he would find himself out in the cold winter storm again looking for another form of shelter. Alone again. And alone is not something he wanted to be, not again, not so soon.