Seeking...

[Claire]

She was a soul seeker, her clack coat shimmered in the darkness as she gazed upon a shooting star, she smiled, for once in her life she smiled.

[Darkness]

___R. A D A R//

Is it still me who makes you sweat?

Oh, how lust could take over one's body and transfer it into a new dimension, the dimension of sin and the horrors of fake hearts that pretended to beat so steadily for someone but truly beat with nothing but lust. How intoxicating lust was, how it simply grabbed a hold of you and never let you go. How lust stained fur black or crimson, or even both. How it stained eyes red, and how it had turned the sleek, ebony-pelted wolf who stood in the shadows into a monster without having physically changed him at all.

No, the only type of lust that had physically changed him was the lust for blood and the lust for power, a pair who, in this case, had went hand in hand and let the wolf destroy and nearly be destroyed in the processs. As a result, his body bore a few scars and the colour of one of his eyes had changed from emerald, like it's twin, to the colour of red wine.

His body was not so muscular as it was lean, for he had never felt the need to build up on muscle. He had always kept his place in the pack, until that fateful day that he had decided to ally himself with the wolves of another pack, and helped to destroy a good amount of his own kin.

Am I who you think about in bed?

His other oddity apart from his gaze that he had been born with was his ears. One stood straight up, alert and ready to catch sound in themselves, while the other lay flat and tired against his head for most of the time, unless there was something actually worth raising both ears for. But even then the other one only raised itself feebly. Not like it was with the other ear, which would prick until it nearly fell from his head.

The wolf's name was Radar. Most of his fur was the colour of burnt coal, while there was only one mark branded upon him to differ Radar from any other wolf. A crimson stripe that ran from the tip of his tail to about halfway up his back, where it faded into the rest of his black fur.

He wouldn't have really done anything at all if it hadn't been for what he sighted, what made him look up and made his fallen ear twitch feebly. It was this lust that had always held Radar so tightly that returned abruptly to his form now, and made him grin slyly in delight.

A female. That was what had excited him so much, that had made his tail wag a single, short wave that could have passed as a mere twitch. It was odd when Radar's tail wagged, and it usually expressed lust or wanting. If he was irritated, his tail twitched in a very catlike fashion.

When the lights are dim and your hand is shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

Radar licked his lips sensually at the mere sight of her. He twitched in a manner that could have suggested his yearning for this femme. His stomach convulsed with an instant want for pleasure, the pleasure that came with lust and mating.

He padded up to her, his ebony pads almost silent upon the ground about the lake. Ukarsti Lake held nothing of interest for Radar, but this femme, she did. He directed his body to her and moved swiftly, but not so swiftly as to make him seem too eager.

"Hey."

Radar bent down and took a quick sip of water from the lake, and his muscles relaxed as if he was instantly relieved of his anxiety, but he wasn't. Radar still fussed over whether or not she would see him as just another suiter or a potential mate.

This wasn't love at first sight. This was lust at first sight.

[Claire]

She smirked at the eager but not too eager wolf.She smiled, lust.

[Darkness]

___R. A D A R//

Then think of what you did

The water rippled where his tongue touched the surface of the lake, and Radar's thirst was slowly quenched more and more. A gave a shiver of pleasure as he felt the cold liquid run down his throat. It was about time the lake would become ice, and it would be the end of autumn, the beginning of winter. Radar had mixed feelings about winter. He loved it for the fact that it was the cruellest of seasons and killed to easily, but he hated it because he couldn't blend in with snow like he could with undergrowth.

His demonic appearance was heightened as the rain from the black clouds above began to fall, lightly at first, and then it poured. He grinned darkly for a quick second and then it vanished; he didn't want her to see. Not because he was embarrassed or something, but because he didn't want her to know of his plans. Of his plans involving how he knew that when rain poured down like this, it was generally enjoyable to find shelter...especially shelter withs omeone else to keep you warm.

Radar shifted his feet excitedly, his ecstasy pumping through his veins powerfully. Oh, how fun this would be. How lust would take him over and allow him to hopefully mate with this she-wolf. Radar was not a particularly good-looking wolf, but he wasn't ugly either. And anyone in their right mind would fall for his charm.

And how I hope to God he was worth it

Radar turned around to watch the she-wolf. If she was dark, there was a chance that sheltering herself from the rain wasn't what she wanted. There was a chance that she would prefer to dance in the rain, to run in the storm and flaunt her beauty to the lightning that struck as Radar thought this very thought. Oh, how well this would work out...if he played his cards right. The corners of Radar's mouth twitched, but he didn't dare obey his instincts and smile. He merely let them twitch a couple times and then, he let himself loose.

Radar, as if cheered on by some sort of imaginary music, released the tension in his muscles, letting them ripple beneath his sleek, rain-soaked black and crimson coat. He ran, oh how he ran. Radar ran with the rain, letting the drops of it dance upon his wet pelt. He may have been drenched with the rain, but it was if he wanted to be drenched. He let out a wild howl, and he grinned.

"Awoooo!!!"

Radar shouted the word instead of howling it the second time, and he ran in circles for a moment, as if chasing his tail, or perhaps chasing the rain. It was a strange sight, but one that would bring great ecstasy and a little laughter to see a grown wolf rushing about like a cub. But Radar knew this as tradition.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin

Finally, after one last rush about the area, he returned to the female, his tail wagging like it always did when he felt this lustful. Two long, sweeping waves. Not like before. Before, he had felt a brief wanting, and he had only wanted to express it briefly. But now, he had expressed not his lust through this wag (though that was what he was really doing), but instead he was wagging his tail in a way that could, in her eyes, be seen as ecstasy or joy.

"So, how do you feel about the rain?

It had been a simple question, but one that invited either a second run around the lake while the rain fell so steadily, with the background music of the rain falling upon the lake and the thunder booming, the background music to the howls of wolves. It could also be an invitation to find a den somewhere, or a cave, and shelter themselves from the storm.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

[Claire]

.:hanna:.
Shanna smirked."Rain...Rain is...good..." she smirked again.She liked the rain, oh how she loved it, it washed over her black coat shimmering in light or dark.She loved the rain.Lighting and thunder too, she had once been hit by lightning, but not killed, shocked indeed, and that was when she realised, there was nothing to be afraid of what gave you power.Lightning gave her power.Although that was what had killed her parents, with a little help of herself.But due to the loathe between herself and her parents, she didn't mind that they died, sure it would've been easier with them around, but not happier.And how that blood of her parents gave her strength, yes blood of her parents.Ever since she became a soul-seeker, death, was nothing to be afriad of...she loved death...She smiled and licked the joyful wolf's muzzle.

[Darkness]

((Sorry, short post ))

Radar grinned, swishing his black and crimson tail gently. This was going well. He was sure he would abandon her later, and move on to another. Radar wasn't a flirt. He was lustful, and that was why he acted like this. He wasn't trying to gain her love, he was trying to mate with her at some point, then leave, perhaps even get her to try and eat something that might abort the pups.

[Claire]

She smirked, but frowned and lundged for him, she bit into his neck until warm milky blood dripped into her mouth, she let go slowly and softly, and licked the two fang holes, and smiled like nothing had just happened, she happily trotted of into the snow.

[.::Jade::.]

((Ummm...since Ren is alpha here i'm gonna post him in here if that's alright.))

Ren

the dark wind howled like the sound of a wolf battle cry, the fog with thick over this land which was supposed to be of the light, but was taken over by darkness. The large midnight black brute slowly and silently made his way through the thick brush over looking the lake. Ren had a dark look on his face knowing there were intruders, and one was another brute. He only had room in his cold heart of the femme, not brute such as himself. Coming over the hills he finally came to see where the two wolves were, a low growl rumbled in his throat then he stood at the top of the hill over looking the two.

"State your buisness here..."

hie dark pelt was bristled a bit, the his orbs were casted over by the fae which of course automatically caught his attention. He smirked lustfully at the fae then it changed to a dark glare looking at the brute, he felt filthy, he should just run the brute out right now to safe himself the anger that was sure to come up eventually.