The weather this time of year was awful. It was gloomy that day, the sun wrapped in a thick cloak of dark clouds that threatened disaster - or at least a soaked pelt. Even the atmosphere was wet, leaving a film of dew on everything in the forest. Even so, this kind of weather was the female's favorite. She loved the cool winds it brought, the scent of the air heavy with impending rain. True, even if it started raining, she would be in heaven. But that was beside the point. It had been a while since she'd had any contact with any other wolf, much less another dire. Whether the company of a female that she could manipulate or a supple male... Ah, wouldn't that be fun.
Chakora stepped lazily over the wet underbrush, licking her lips at the thought of entertaining company. Her bright turquoise eyes watched the canopy rather than the ground, more interested in what was above than below - for what reason she did not know. Perhaps it was the birds. At the moment they were perched in the branches of the tall trees, huddling together and covering their young in defense from the coming shower. Even so, she loved to watch them. It was their wings - she longed to have them. Only at certain moments did she really feel like she had a pair, though it had been a long time since she had last had such a feeling. After all, she was called the Lunar Bird for a reason other than her hellish black pelt and turquoise markings her pack was known for. Rather, her old pack.
Again she licked her lips, pausing at the uppermost tip of a rock that jutted nearly completely vertically to the ground several feet upward. Here she lay down, thick tail curled tightly around her. She didn't quite know what she was waiting for, but whatever it was, she hoped it would be a little more entertaining than solitude.
How she hated solitude. She scoffed quietly to herself. How strange. She hated other wolves, hated their company. And yet without them there would be no one to toy with.
Such was the paradox of her life.
And how delicious it was.
(So the title comes from my reasoning - Fallen as in Fallen Angel and obviously Chakora is a demon in another world. Just some random only-slightly-useful info. Short intro, but eh.)
Angels and Demons (v/s)
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Ah, I forgot that this probably hadn't been explained to you.
I have the honor of controlling the remainder of the Starshower Pack, a very small pack of dire wolves that exist in Hekaya. My wolves Allegro and Chakora are two of these, and I believe a few other members ("deceased" or not) also have wolves in my pack. I've gone over this with Nakisha a while back and the agreement is that the number of dires be kept low and the pack can exist. As of yet I believe there are a grand total of four. Of course if you're interested in having a dire wolf, I'm sure no one would complain.
Secondly, Chakora is perhaps the same size as a large male of the Grey Wolf species, which is perhaps an inch or two larger than she should be - we'll assume she has the same height as Cobra. That said, she's also much thinner, her build more akin to a fox than a wolf. Her coat is black as shadow, and she has a bright teal marking on her head in the shape of a crescent moon with a single circle in the middle. She has cloth wrapped tightly around all four legs up to the first bend of the leg (but not the paw; for instance, up to her elbows) and the base of her tail. Her tail is thicker than normal. She also has two wing-like markings high on her flanks; her eyes are the same color as her markings.
And that's the extent of her description.
Anything else?
I have the honor of controlling the remainder of the Starshower Pack, a very small pack of dire wolves that exist in Hekaya. My wolves Allegro and Chakora are two of these, and I believe a few other members ("deceased" or not) also have wolves in my pack. I've gone over this with Nakisha a while back and the agreement is that the number of dires be kept low and the pack can exist. As of yet I believe there are a grand total of four. Of course if you're interested in having a dire wolf, I'm sure no one would complain.
Secondly, Chakora is perhaps the same size as a large male of the Grey Wolf species, which is perhaps an inch or two larger than she should be - we'll assume she has the same height as Cobra. That said, she's also much thinner, her build more akin to a fox than a wolf. Her coat is black as shadow, and she has a bright teal marking on her head in the shape of a crescent moon with a single circle in the middle. She has cloth wrapped tightly around all four legs up to the first bend of the leg (but not the paw; for instance, up to her elbows) and the base of her tail. Her tail is thicker than normal. She also has two wing-like markings high on her flanks; her eyes are the same color as her markings.
And that's the extent of her description.
Anything else?
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oh, because I read her bio and it said she was 3ft tall, Cobra is about 3'5ft tall which puts her taller than Fallen who is 3'3-3'4ft tall
if Chakora is 3'5ft then just confirm it
it'd be weird for Fallen, but he's got long legs so he should be okay mounting her.
you have a picture of her? (just curious, your description was very good)
i'm working on my post
if Chakora is 3'5ft then just confirm it
it'd be weird for Fallen, but he's got long legs so he should be okay mounting her. you have a picture of her? (just curious, your description was very good)
i'm working on my post
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Chakora's bio is very badly done. :/ That and I've changed a few things since then, AND she's not meant to be a normal wolf. A very confusing char to be sure.
3'5" should be fine for now ;3
And yes I do, but not one that I can show you I'm afraid. I'd rather keep her specifics off the internet since her design will be legally copywritten sooner or later.
3'5" should be fine for now ;3
And yes I do, but not one that I can show you I'm afraid. I'd rather keep her specifics off the internet since her design will be legally copywritten sooner or later.
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(eh 3'5 will work for now, Fallen will just have to bend her over and that's fine, I was just wondering since I'm better with pictures than with words, but without further-a-do)
What a dreary day...ugh was it even day? Night and day looked the same the last few days. Suck down weather, how was he suppose to find good prey in this muck? Slowly from the depths of a dark cave a figure immerged. But it was very difficult to tell the difference, for the figure's fur was as black as the cave behind him. The only hint that there was even a person there, was the shocking white hair that rested on his head. Otherwise he would blend perfectly into the gloomy atmosphere and surrounding.
Clear, ice blue eyes peered through long white bangs at the world. He was free, no longer a slave to the human facility, but his freedom was shortlived as they predicted he would only live up to 6 years of age. And now he was 4. His usefullness was over, and so they threw him out like garbage, to either live till 6 or end it early.
With no purpose in life anymore, he just wanders, to there, to anywhere....there is no destination.
It's been 3 days since he'd been thrown out of his prison. Since then he had caught three females to use and then released them after he was satisfied. Besides that he had also caught 2 males two who were not so pleased with the aspect of being raped by a wolf of the same gender but they had no say in the matter; they ran away ashamed and violated. In dire situations, Fallen had caught a deer and after satisfying himself, killed the deer, ate it for energy and took the femur bone of the deer to use as a gag so that his fangs wouldn't break when he clenched them.
Shit.....he felt it...and he knew he had to come across some other creature of somesort, large enough of course, for him to purge his unyielding urges. Fuck the humans for messing with him this way. Fallen bared his teeth in grim hatred as he thought of his confinement and torture at the hands of the humans.
Gritting his teeth, he reached an arm down and pawed at his groin, annoyed that it was acting up again. Damn...he needed to fuck like he needed to eat, it was a terrible desire and urge. If he didn't get his fuck, he would die of pain. He needed, NEEDED, a release!!!
With renewed haste, he lopped around the area, nose high, ears erect and listening for any signs of other animals. He got a signal. He turned his head in said direction and bounded towards the scent of a female that was coming from there. It was a far distance, but his nose and ears got the hints. Even if his eyes didn't see anybody, his other senses told him there was a female nearby, and any female would do right now for him.
and that's fine, I was just wondering since I'm better with pictures than with words, but without further-a-do)What a dreary day...ugh was it even day? Night and day looked the same the last few days. Suck down weather, how was he suppose to find good prey in this muck? Slowly from the depths of a dark cave a figure immerged. But it was very difficult to tell the difference, for the figure's fur was as black as the cave behind him. The only hint that there was even a person there, was the shocking white hair that rested on his head. Otherwise he would blend perfectly into the gloomy atmosphere and surrounding.
Clear, ice blue eyes peered through long white bangs at the world. He was free, no longer a slave to the human facility, but his freedom was shortlived as they predicted he would only live up to 6 years of age. And now he was 4. His usefullness was over, and so they threw him out like garbage, to either live till 6 or end it early.
With no purpose in life anymore, he just wanders, to there, to anywhere....there is no destination.
It's been 3 days since he'd been thrown out of his prison. Since then he had caught three females to use and then released them after he was satisfied. Besides that he had also caught 2 males two who were not so pleased with the aspect of being raped by a wolf of the same gender but they had no say in the matter; they ran away ashamed and violated. In dire situations, Fallen had caught a deer and after satisfying himself, killed the deer, ate it for energy and took the femur bone of the deer to use as a gag so that his fangs wouldn't break when he clenched them.
Shit.....he felt it...and he knew he had to come across some other creature of somesort, large enough of course, for him to purge his unyielding urges. Fuck the humans for messing with him this way. Fallen bared his teeth in grim hatred as he thought of his confinement and torture at the hands of the humans.
Gritting his teeth, he reached an arm down and pawed at his groin, annoyed that it was acting up again. Damn...he needed to fuck like he needed to eat, it was a terrible desire and urge. If he didn't get his fuck, he would die of pain. He needed, NEEDED, a release!!!
With renewed haste, he lopped around the area, nose high, ears erect and listening for any signs of other animals. He got a signal. He turned his head in said direction and bounded towards the scent of a female that was coming from there. It was a far distance, but his nose and ears got the hints. Even if his eyes didn't see anybody, his other senses told him there was a female nearby, and any female would do right now for him.
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Chakora's nose twitched suddenly, and she turned her head this way and that, trying to get a hard scent to go with the wiff she had just sucked into her nostrils. When she could not find one, she stood, suddenly wary. From the brief time that she had to analyze the scent, she assumed that whoever it was, it was a male, and nearly entirely downwind. She flicked her ears in contemplation, then hopped down from her perch atop the rock in favor for something a little more secluded - a space beneath the stone. It was little more than an alcove, just big enough for her to squeeze under and partially hidden by moss. She backed into it so that her rump was pressed against the back wall and her head was secluded within the moss curtain.
Here, she could watch the male come - and go if he so chose. But with the intensity of the brief sent in mind, she figured this one was rather different. Very different in fact. He smelled odd, almost of human but not quite.
She licked her lips. The dire was always looking for a nice boytoy... and this one seemed quite... exotic.
Her whole body trembled at the thought. Perhaps they'd even fight. Purring to herself, she waited for the guy to show up.
Who knew... maybe she'd get some fun out of him yet...
Here, she could watch the male come - and go if he so chose. But with the intensity of the brief sent in mind, she figured this one was rather different. Very different in fact. He smelled odd, almost of human but not quite.
She licked her lips. The dire was always looking for a nice boytoy... and this one seemed quite... exotic.
Her whole body trembled at the thought. Perhaps they'd even fight. Purring to herself, she waited for the guy to show up.
Who knew... maybe she'd get some fun out of him yet...
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Fallen ran ahead blindly. Well not blindly. Even if his eyes were as poor as a mole's out of the ground, his ears and nose allowed him to "see" his surroundings in a different way. The sounds and scents painted pictures for him much more detailed than accurate that his eyes every could. The only issue was the color, but who gave a crap about such minor details?
With his white bangs covering his eyes, the gnawed on femur in his fangs, and the painful throbbing in his nether regions, Fallen was getting a bit desperate. But he could tell he was getting close, he could feel it, heck his member could feel it, wanting to spring out of its sheath and insert itself into a warm moist core. But that's if he could fine one.
Her scent was strong, and it was full of spice, meaning a fiery personality, one that would most likely put up a fight. Gah...he didn't know if he could survive the fight....and fighting with a hard-on seemed like a really bad idea, especially if her claws or fangs got anywhere past his legs, he was in a bad situation. But if it was something Fallen was confident about, it was his fighting skills. So the humans made him by injecting the genes and DNA they wanted, that meant he was strong, fast, and durable, far stronger than any natural bred wolf. That would give him the leverage he needed.
God!! He needed a release....like now!!! He sniffed again and smelled boulders up ahead, and the traces of the female's scent. He stopped short and sniffed closely.The female was close to the rocks. He stopped moving, freezing in place and his black ears perked up erect and listened intently. He found her, caught the beating of her heart and her breathing.
Fallen turned his head towards where he would imagine a crack or space between the boulders and stared at it. The femur bone was clutched tightly between his fangs as he pawed at his lower half again, dying for sex. Growls and grunts came out between his teeth and around the bone as he grumbled in frustration. He bit harder on the femur until he felt the bone cracking beneath his strong jaws. She better come outta there or he'll drag her out and fuck her!
With his white bangs covering his eyes, the gnawed on femur in his fangs, and the painful throbbing in his nether regions, Fallen was getting a bit desperate. But he could tell he was getting close, he could feel it, heck his member could feel it, wanting to spring out of its sheath and insert itself into a warm moist core. But that's if he could fine one.
Her scent was strong, and it was full of spice, meaning a fiery personality, one that would most likely put up a fight. Gah...he didn't know if he could survive the fight....and fighting with a hard-on seemed like a really bad idea, especially if her claws or fangs got anywhere past his legs, he was in a bad situation. But if it was something Fallen was confident about, it was his fighting skills. So the humans made him by injecting the genes and DNA they wanted, that meant he was strong, fast, and durable, far stronger than any natural bred wolf. That would give him the leverage he needed.
God!! He needed a release....like now!!! He sniffed again and smelled boulders up ahead, and the traces of the female's scent. He stopped short and sniffed closely.The female was close to the rocks. He stopped moving, freezing in place and his black ears perked up erect and listened intently. He found her, caught the beating of her heart and her breathing.
Fallen turned his head towards where he would imagine a crack or space between the boulders and stared at it. The femur bone was clutched tightly between his fangs as he pawed at his lower half again, dying for sex. Growls and grunts came out between his teeth and around the bone as he grumbled in frustration. He bit harder on the femur until he felt the bone cracking beneath his strong jaws. She better come outta there or he'll drag her out and fuck her!
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It seemed to her like she waited forever, though the wait itself only lasted a few minutes. She was so bored in fact that she almost got up and left without him... But just as she was about to wriggle out of her hiding spot, her ears twitched at the sound of bounding feet. As such, she recoiled back into the indent like a cobra ready to strike...
And waited.
What she got was not in the least bit disappointing. The male that bounded out of the woods with a bone crunched between his jaws (quite strange, but somehow that turned her on) was nothing less than the exotic, handsome thing that she had imagined for herself. Indeed, he smelled faintly of human, and those markings... and the fur on his head looked more like human hair than that of a wolf. Perhaps one of their... more successful creations. And lively too, by the looks of him.
She watched, amused as he growled and grunted at her through the bone, pawing at himself. Ah, so that's what he was there for? Again she licked her lips, a little more slowly this time. Perhaps he'd be worth her time.
"Quite the eager one, aren't you?"
When she spoke, her voice was laden with a faintly Australian accent - or was it British? Her tone was husky and warm, but acutely feminine. Seductive, to say the least. She eyed his underbelly curiously, not disappointed by what she saw. Yes, that would be sooooooo delicious...
"Mmm... looking for somewhere to shove that, hmmmm?"
She edged slightly out of her hiding place, enough so that he could get at her but not without a struggle if she so chose. Not that she would, if it came to that. She liked it ROUGH. And he looked like he did too... On the other hand, she didn't give out a nice trip to her core for free... Ah, she could already feel herself getting wet from thinking about it.
And waited.
What she got was not in the least bit disappointing. The male that bounded out of the woods with a bone crunched between his jaws (quite strange, but somehow that turned her on) was nothing less than the exotic, handsome thing that she had imagined for herself. Indeed, he smelled faintly of human, and those markings... and the fur on his head looked more like human hair than that of a wolf. Perhaps one of their... more successful creations. And lively too, by the looks of him.
She watched, amused as he growled and grunted at her through the bone, pawing at himself. Ah, so that's what he was there for? Again she licked her lips, a little more slowly this time. Perhaps he'd be worth her time.
"Quite the eager one, aren't you?"
When she spoke, her voice was laden with a faintly Australian accent - or was it British? Her tone was husky and warm, but acutely feminine. Seductive, to say the least. She eyed his underbelly curiously, not disappointed by what she saw. Yes, that would be sooooooo delicious...
"Mmm... looking for somewhere to shove that, hmmmm?"
She edged slightly out of her hiding place, enough so that he could get at her but not without a struggle if she so chose. Not that she would, if it came to that. She liked it ROUGH. And he looked like he did too... On the other hand, she didn't give out a nice trip to her core for free... Ah, she could already feel herself getting wet from thinking about it.
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Her scent came rushing at him once he figured she came out of her hiding spot. She was aroused, wet already. Good for him and perhaps for her. Through his hair, he could see her figure distinctively. She was a dark beauty. Though her physique was more fox than wolf, but like the cared about what he fucked.
Shit...he could feel himself literally growing harder inside his sheath for he didn't know if she was hostile or not. He kept his member tucked away in his fur, though it was blasted painful!! He tried to resist pawing himself, but he couldn't help it. Sex was like a drug to him, an addiction, an addiction the humans got him on by making him fuck 10-15 females a day back at the facility. Now he required 2-3 fucks a day to survive.
He wasn't a hedonist, quite frankly he would love to live a peaceful life without having to stuff a hole with his shaft every time he felt the urge. But a peaceful life was not granted to him. He growled as he chewed on the bone more, his fine honed fangs digging ridges and holes into the tough calcium composed material.
He couldn't see her very well, though it was better than how he saw during the day, but he relied still heavily on his nose and ears. She was wet, turned on by watching him. That made him start to pant between a jawful of raw bone.
"Quite the eager one, aren't you?"
He heard her voice, but sadly he couldn't answer her. He only let out a painful moan instead and took a step towards her, putting a paw down firmly as he stepped closer. Her voice was rich with want, her accent an usual thing for him to hear, but he didn't care about trivialities, all he cared about was her cunt and him inside it.
"Mmm... looking for somewhere to shove that, hmmmm?"
Again he let out a groan and started circling towards her rump, he could smell her juices as it coated her lips. Drawn by the rich seductive scent, he walked till he was close to completely behind her. But he could tell she was partially still hidden in her hiding spot. He gnashed his fangs in frustration, grating them on the bone, sharpening them more as bits of bone flew off and the bone was starting to look more like a chew toy than a femur.
Fallen cursed mentally as he felt himself loosing control, but he reeled himself. He had to be cautious. Still he felt a slight chill and knew that a bit of him was refusing to hide all the way in his fur. He felt the throbbing of blood through his scrotum and made low growling noises as he edged closer to her. Hmmm, she was a bit taller than him, but nothing he couldn't manage.
Shit...he could feel himself literally growing harder inside his sheath for he didn't know if she was hostile or not. He kept his member tucked away in his fur, though it was blasted painful!! He tried to resist pawing himself, but he couldn't help it. Sex was like a drug to him, an addiction, an addiction the humans got him on by making him fuck 10-15 females a day back at the facility. Now he required 2-3 fucks a day to survive.
He wasn't a hedonist, quite frankly he would love to live a peaceful life without having to stuff a hole with his shaft every time he felt the urge. But a peaceful life was not granted to him. He growled as he chewed on the bone more, his fine honed fangs digging ridges and holes into the tough calcium composed material.
He couldn't see her very well, though it was better than how he saw during the day, but he relied still heavily on his nose and ears. She was wet, turned on by watching him. That made him start to pant between a jawful of raw bone.
"Quite the eager one, aren't you?"
He heard her voice, but sadly he couldn't answer her. He only let out a painful moan instead and took a step towards her, putting a paw down firmly as he stepped closer. Her voice was rich with want, her accent an usual thing for him to hear, but he didn't care about trivialities, all he cared about was her cunt and him inside it.
"Mmm... looking for somewhere to shove that, hmmmm?"
Again he let out a groan and started circling towards her rump, he could smell her juices as it coated her lips. Drawn by the rich seductive scent, he walked till he was close to completely behind her. But he could tell she was partially still hidden in her hiding spot. He gnashed his fangs in frustration, grating them on the bone, sharpening them more as bits of bone flew off and the bone was starting to look more like a chew toy than a femur.
Fallen cursed mentally as he felt himself loosing control, but he reeled himself. He had to be cautious. Still he felt a slight chill and knew that a bit of him was refusing to hide all the way in his fur. He felt the throbbing of blood through his scrotum and made low growling noises as he edged closer to her. Hmmm, she was a bit taller than him, but nothing he couldn't manage.