Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Strong fingers grasp, not painfully, but hard enough to stifle any sudden movement away.

Well um...sometimes it takes me a while because...I am not sure where to go. My own fault I guess. especially when you've written an excellent post and find myself thinking *SHIT what do i do NOW???*

Eyes dart to the dimple in his cheek, tongue flicks across bottom lip as I notice his own heightened color.

I think you should just ask the bird his name...that's what I'd do.

A nod.

As for the other? Dammit PGoD, you can't expect me to...

A giggle

Well yeah, I guess you could...

lifting my head to whisper into his ear.

Me, you, an empty room with a cross, some rope and a few other things...to be used however, whenever...for however long our brains can...keep it up...

more laughter

Now that I have put it into words, I find myself terrified of the prospect.

Leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of a dimpled mouth

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Nods his understanding, his grip loosening just slightly. His cheeks are definitely a bit red now too*

That makes sense. It sometimes takes me a bit to come up with a response as well.

*His eyes shift to the bird, still watching them, though its hard to gauge its expression*

You know, I hadn't even thought of that. I suppose the fact that it can't speak English took me away from that obvious solution.

*Any further thought of the bird's name was lost at her whispered words. The color in his cheeks gets even darker*

You know, I think you're confusing terrified with eager to try it out.

*A low chuckle, his cheek graced with the gentle caress of her lips causing an increasingly wide curve to his grin*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

a blink...

Yes but your responses are usually well worth the wait. I try to make mine the same. I feel though, that at times, it's hit or miss.

A grin

Well if the darned bird doesn't speak English...can't you find the original programmer's language and ask it in whichever?? Though I guess hey you works in whichever language.

Color floods my cheeks yet again. A response to his own burnished skin...

Oh no...terror it is. I wouldn't expect you to allow me to get off...easy. Sweet as you are, a willing playmate...and a cross? I imagine you could be down right...scary.

A slight shudder

The sooner, the better...that's what I think. One of these days, PGoD. You and me.

 

[fr33ks33k]

We are always our worst critics.

*Another chuckle at the mention of programming language*

Well, I'm afraid he didn't come with a label nor did he come with an instruction manual. It's that way with most of the things that pop into my shop.

*At that moment, the bird squawks and pecks at the couch arm, jerking in slow and fast patterns. Morse code by the look of it. After it has repeated the pattern twice, he smiles*

Ah, Bertram? That's an interesting name. Certainly not what I'd expected.

*His attention turns back to her, the words she's speaking echoing the thoughts running through his mind*

Scary? No...torturous, absolutely. I agree. One of these days.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

low husky laughter

Alas time for me to retreat to reality. Kidlets require my presence.

A kiss on a dimpled cheek, another upon soft masculine lips.

Talk to you soon?

 

[fr33ks33k]

low husky laughter

Alas time for me to retreat to reality. Kidlets require my presence.

A kiss on a dimpled cheek, another upon soft masculine lips.

Talk to you soon?

*Kisses gladly returned, a soft smile in addition*

Most assuredly. Have fun with the kidlets!

*A chuckle escapes as he makes his way out, Bertram squawking the whole while*

 

[IvoryTigress]

An old soul...

A familiar scent enters Luna's hunting grounds. An old flavor of a woman long ago. But that familiar smell is mixed with something new, the scents of a tigress almost completely overpowering it. The tigress pads slowly into the forests, knowing she is a foreign predator crossing into long claimed wolven territory. She does not prowl in the shadows, nor stalk the prey around her. She walks in the open, not defending herself in the least.

These forests were once a place she had often come, before she fell on hard times, before the conflicts and disasters. Those times changed her. The time away from the woods having forced her to grow. She returned to them now, unsure if her presence would still be welcomed, knowing the time that had passed, the suddenness of her departure, and the change within her that brought her form to feline and not canine. She walked the path to the alpha's cabin, but she stopped respectfully half way. She knew it wouldn't be long before the woman caught her scent, her presence within her woods. So, she sat out in the open and merely waited, her patience endless.

In her feline form, the tigress was a beautiful display of muscle and grace. The white and black lines that painted her fur were clean and breath taking. Her paws and teeth were substantial, as deadly as they were gentle. Around each upper leg was a tribal band marking wrapping all the way around, painting her white fur black and red. Along the tigress' flank, another marking painted her fur in deep blue, the alchemical symbol for he element of water. But it was her eyes that she was relatively certain the wolf would recognize. They were a familiar deep green, and though what could be seen in them had changed...there was no doubt they belonged to the DarkDreamer...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Awakening.

That was first. The scent of mint, of lilac, of....cat? Feet hit the floor in an unaccustomed flurry of movement. Clothing was looked at, ignored.

Lithe brown body blinked from upstairs to outside in but a moment. Something...there is something.

Legs carry human female form through beloved pathways, through dark trees slowly beginning to fill with song birds until.

A clearing.

A beautiful hunting form.

A scent.

Pain. Wary. Unsure.

KNOWN.

Small feet wander closer, luminous honey brown eyes focus upon the body that is broader...but housing...a friend. A missed one.

"Tyger, tyger~burning bright..."

The voice is husky.

Movement stops so that only a few yards separate the wolf from tiger.

"Will you not come closer and let me look upon you, love?"

 

[IvoryTigress]

The tigress tilts her head to the side slightly for a moment, studying the woman she had called a close friend long ago. She then bowed her head and stood from her sitting position. She padded slowly forward, powerful muscles flexing with each graceful movement. Once she was several feet away, her feline form melted away in a swirl of fur and power, leaving only the woman on one knee. Adorned in men's blue jeans that seemed about a size or so too big and a hooded sweatshirt where both sleeves had been removed, an black combat boots, she rose to her full height, which had not changed. Her hood was up, but lean, toned arms were bare to the oddly warm morning considering the winter season. Those green eyes looked out at Luna, a soft but unsure smile touching her lips.

"I apologize for waking you, and coming into your territory unannounced," she said quietly.

She unzipped her sleeveless hoodie and removed it, locks of brunette cropped to shoulder length flowing down around her neck. She offered the hoodie to the wolf, protection against the weather. The morning was warm for winter, but it was not without its chill. She was left standing in a simple black tank top.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

It is cool, this morning, but the Wolf feels none of it.

She is too busy watching as the form shimmers into the one she had known, had missed.

Taller, slender, toned.

Coltish in her unease.

Honey brown eyes trace the form, noting the muscles that have elongated, perfect runners shape, the legs covered by baggy jeans, upper body enclosed in a hoodie. Hiding away, still hiding away.

The voice when it comes is quiet, husky, tentative.

The slender hand that offers the garment is rock steady, no tremors to give away the rising scent of nervousness.

"When have we ever required apologies 'tween us, Dream of a Tiger? It has never been our way. Reality sets in and one or the other leaves, returning when reality releases us."

Small hand reaches for the hoodie and slips it on. NOT because the Wolfling is cold but because the tiger has handed it to her.

The garment smells of musk.

"Will you come with me, for a little while. Talk to me? Or are you busy?"

 

[IvoryTigress]

The smile that touched her lips grew, gracious and friendly. She stepped closer as the wolf covered herself with the hoodie. Even in her human form, her movements were marked by the grace that comes from years and years of athletic training, the kind that started as a child and continued all the through to adulthood.

She met the wolf's eyes for a moment before she shyly looked away. "While you are right, I still offer them to you, anyway. I wasn't expecting you to rush out of bed. But, yes, I will come with you. I have the time.

She offered her hand to he other woman, still steady, still unwavering. Though the uncertainty had faded, the nervousness lingered. Despite all of that, there was still a subtle confidence in her demeanor that may have not been there before.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolfling encloses the slender fingers in her own and begins to walk, heading back toward the Haven.

This Tiger is different than her Dreamer had been.

This Tiger is more...controlled, more...steady. Like something has forced her to become more of what she was meant to be.

Not that the Wolfling relates any differently to the woman who paces by her side. She can't. Tiger she may be BUT she has always had that ability. Always had that song beneath the flesh.

This confidence is new, hard earned...but she has always deserved to BE confident.

Eventually they reach clearing.

Wolfling turns, smiles, one small hand rising to caress a cheek, a chin.

"Coffee? Tea? Water?"

 

[IvoryTigress]

The tigress moves up the steps of the cabin, one steady booted foot at a time. Inside, the cabin carries the scents of others she has not met, but underneath it all, it smells of the wolf. It brought a sense of comfort. Her chilled, pale skin warmed with the heat of the home, protected from the outside world. The woman who had walked with her was much the same as she had been, always comfortable in her own skin, honest with herself and her desires, confident about obtaining them. She turned as a question was asked of her and she considers what her body would like.

Before she could respond, fingertips traced the hard line of her jaw, the soft skin of her cheek. Her skin was cool to the touch, something that had not changed. Unless in feline form, the woman never could keep warm in anything less than 80 degree weather. She smiled softly, the familiar presence within the touch causing her to turn her face into those fingers, lips brushing feather lightly over them.

"Tea would be greatly appreciated. I can make it, though. You can find clothing if you're chilled," she replied, though she smirked slightly, But I'm never one to tell a naked woman to get dressed if she's comfortable."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The movement is the same.

Silken. Soft. Slow and sweet with no hints that the Tigress wearing a woman's flesh has any idea that she comes across as innocently...seductive.

The wolfling smiles at the feel of lips upon a small hand, eyes flaring golden for just one moment before returning to their more normal honey brown hue.

"Ah, I will get it. Sit you down in the living room by the fire. You feel as if you've been bathed in ice. I will start the water, set the tray and then go find something else to slip into so that you can have your hoodie back."

No sooner spoken.

Wolfling retreats, first to the kitchen to start the tea pot and set a jumble of teas and fresh herbs upon a tray along with lemon, honey, sugar, milk. Then it's up the stairs to remove the Tigress' hooded sweatshirt before slipping into baggy sweats, a sports bra and a white beater, leaving muscled arms and shoulders bare.

By the time the tea pot sings out its whistle, she has returned, padding barefoot into the kitchen to retrieve the pot, the mugs and the tray. All of it is settled onto a small rolling cart and the entire kit and caboodle is pushed into the living room.

"Get it while it's hot."

A slight grin.

Slim fingers prepare her own mug, adding a pinch of chamomile, a dash of rose hips, a healthy sprinkling of mint. The whole of it is placed in a small ball before the hot water is poured over the herbs to steep.

The scent rises into the chill morning air.

"So, Tigress. How are you doing?"

Husky voice.

Wolfling finds a spot on the couch and curls into it, eyes focusing on the limber frame before her.

 

[IvoryTigress]

((My responses will probably be delayed, sadly. I got called into the operating room unexpectedly and phone reception in the OR kinda sucks.))

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A nod, from the girl behind the wolf, here in the real world.

I shall be here. Return when you may.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The tigress smiled to herself as she was effectively dismissed to the living room. For the first fewimutes she was alone, she wondered he simple room, casual fingertips running gently over familiar furniture. Her ears twitched slightly as she heard the tinkering in the kitchen, followed by the sounds of footsteps as they climbed stairs.

She took a seat in the corner of the couch, sinking into the soft cousins. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the familiar scents and sensations. She heard Luna come in with the tray, ears twitching, but she didn't open her eyes until the cart had stopped. When those green eyes did open, they were slow and lazy about it. She unfolded herself from her spot and mixed a breakfast black tea with some honey and sat back down, Luna's weight settling in beside her.

"I'm doing well, thank you. It was rough for a while, but I've found a stable place. Yourself? Your children?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I watch as she leans forward, prepares her cuppa and settles.

The scent of her tea mingles pleasantly with my own. The rising aroma of her flesh blends seamlessly with the scents already here. An addition that I treasure.

"Me and mine are fine, Dream Tigress. We have no choice but to be."

Honey brown eyes take in the relaxed posture, the half slitted eyes.

"Stability. I am glad you have it. It suits you. I am also glad to see you here."

A nod, full lips pursing to take a sip of sweet tea.

"I worry, as you know."

Silence enfolds us, interrupted only by the sounds of sipping and the crackle of flames. One small hand reaches out, twines a lock of hair around itself. The softness had been missed.

"I wish I had more words but I am stuck with only a few...said each time. I had missed you and I am glad you've returned."

 

[Katiesub]

Linden fades into the wood of the cross, disappearing with the ropes that held her there.

[Sorry ... spouse's car accident, time at hospital, and now being a caregiver means I have disappeared for a bit]

 

[IvoryTigress]

She smile softly, sipping her tea every now and then. She watched the flames dance in the hearth, always drawn to the heat, to the strength. But she also heard Luna's words beside her and she did not let herself get fully captured by the physical manifestations of dancing passions.

"I'm glad you and yours are well. Like ypou said, there are no apologies between us. While we are both women of words, we also speak the language of silence. We do not always need words to convey our thoughts and feelings."

She fell silent for a little while, feeling the fingertip swirl lightly into her hair. She closes her eyes, enjoying the simple contact. Her words are softer when they come. "I know you worry. I would tell you not to, but I know better. Instead, I will hope I didn't cause you too many restless moments.....And I have missed you, too. And your space."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

After the real world releases me, I return to my Haven, my mind filled with ideas for solo pieces that need written. I am hoping that the Tigress returns to day..as I had to leave quickly yesterday, during our conversation.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress comes home, work done for the day. The surgeries she was involved in all gone well. She sheds her work clothes and adorns board shorts and a skin tight black hooded long sleeve shirt designed for cold weather. Music goes into her ears, strapped to her arm. She smiles as P!nk's voice pushes her adrenaline. Instead of running shoes, she straps boots onto her feet. A trail run sounded better than a job on the streets.

She headed out to Luna's woods. The moment her foot entered the forests, she took off in a run. Her pace was slow and steady at first, letting her body warm up. But the moment her blood was pumping, the air flowing in and out of her lungs evenly, she took off. She sprinted, jumping over logs and dodging tree branches. After the first mile, she dropped and did push ups until her chest and shoulders couldn't push out anymore. She then found the closest branch that would support her weight. She jumped up and did pull ups until she couldn't bring her chin over the branch one last time.

She dropped down and took off in a fast paced jog. After the next mile, she dropped and did 3 different abdominal exercises, doing 30 reps each. Her run continued until she couldn't take another step, nor do another crunch. She collapsed on the forest floor, breathing and sweating heavily. She looked up at the sky as she fought to control her breath. Long ago, experts had told her she'd never be able to keep up with other athletes. Her asthma was too strong. She smirked a bit, amused at how she proved them wrong. It just took her a little more focus, a little more training and understanding about breathing. It took the ability to suppress the fear of not being able to breath.

Once her heart rate and breathing were under control she got back up, sore muscles protesting every step. But she forced her body to go on a slow jog, cooling down. She took twenty minutes to stretch those lean muscles before finally walking up to Luna's cabin. Knowing she was welcome, she quietly walked in, making her footsteps as light as possible to avoid any who may be resting. She walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of skim chocolate milk. She stood by the sink, slowly drinking down the beverage that was just the right combination of sugars and protein that would help her body recover.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Silence.

And then, bird calls. The sound of my cat...foraging outside the door.

You have another cat here. Smells like a big cat. Tiger maybe. You know her?

Smile.

Yes. I do. Where've you been? Where's Gray and the Eagle?

I don't know. I don't keep tabs. Just get up.

SO, I get up and meander downstairs. Into the living room. fire blazing.

Eventually, I hear light footsteps.

Tigress.

Am in here. Come sit a spell?

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress hears the wolf's voice and a soft smile touches her lips, despite having not wished to wake anyone. She pushed off the counter and took her glass of milk with her. She walked into the living room, leaning against the door jam. She smiled at Luna, her body still a sweaty mess. She looked down at herself for a moment before chuckling and taking another sip of milk.

"Gladly, if you don't mind me being more than a little disgusting. Otherwise, I could borrow your shower first."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Honey brown eyes focus on the slender woman, standing there so disheveled and adorable.

OH you are more than welcome to use my shower, Tigress. I can even get your back, if you'd like.

A wink.

My other half...Sunrise, gave me the up and up on your visit. Til you, he was the only big cat round these parts. A way to balance my Wolf.

There's an eagle too.