Wolven Den

Luna!
*pounces the lovely canine, dragging her tongue up the length of her neck*

:D:cattail:
 
Cracks an eye and then grins as the kitten pounces me..

Hello sweet kitteh...what are you doing?

Takes a moment to roll the two of us until she is trapped between me and the cushion, my nose nuzzling her throat..
 
Cracks an eye and then grins as the kitten pounces me..

Hello sweet kitteh...what are you doing?

Takes a moment to roll the two of us until she is trapped between me and the cushion, my nose nuzzling her throat..

*squeals and giggles, stretching out beneath Luna and begins chortling with contentment. Shivering and squirming as her nose buries into the sensitive flesh of my neck.*

I look forward to another little chat to get to know you. I was just eating dinner, sorry, and tonight nothing much planned...maybe a movie. *Sigh* how about you Luna?
 
*Padding softly toward the den I let my fingers trail along the bushes I pass, rub a shoulder against a tree here and there knowing my scent will linger. I pause at the entrance and blow a soft kiss inside on a whisper of magic to linger until the Mistress of the den returns.

Mission accomplished I turn and head back along a path leading deep into the woods*
 
Returning to my Den, I allow my body to resume it's more human shape. Nostrils flare as I catch the scent of Weaver, her vanilla and musk scent immediately recognizable. I smile softly, wondering when she will find the gift I left on her porch. With a happy sigh, I slide my body into comforting sweats and a white beater...I feel tom boyish just now and I want to breathe...
 
*Crawls into the room, bleary eyed and fluffy-haired as she sniffs the air to trace Luna's scent, slowly inching over towards where the scent remains strong. For a moment she inhales and shudders pleasantly, then collapses in a heap of milky flesh, her tail wiggling about in the air as her big round ass sticks up towards the ceiling of the cave.*


(Just recalled I've not done a furry piece in ever so long....I wonder if i could start one up...hmmmm....)
 
Walks into my Den, allowing my imagination free reign as I open it for the day's business. I am not in the mood for serious writing, nor am I in the mood for pretense. I am just a grumpy Gus, I suppose. Shrugging lightly, I turn my eyes toward my back room. I need to air it out. It hasn't been used in far too long and I am hoping that it will see company soon.

Walking to the door, I push it open and glance inside. Oh yes, it should probably be dusted. Damn I wish I had someone to do that for me.
 
Slipping in quietly, I sneak into the backroom. I quickly open the windows, letting in a cool breeze before picking up the rag and oil. My mind wanders to the time I spent inside this room as I lovingly polish every beautiful walnut piece. Once I have them gleaming, I pick up the leather and begin to clean each toy carefully. After placing each one back where it belongs, I replace the supplies and look around the room once more.

Sighing softly, I slip from the room, hoping for another time soon. I whisper as I leave.


I miss you, Miss Luna.
 
Upon entering the back room, my nose is tantalized by the sweet scent of scarlet. I haven't had time to play with her. I miss her. My nose then picks up the total lack of dust and the smell of freshly cleaned leather. She must have heard my need for a housekeeper. Gods I wish she were still here.
 
*flying dragon pounce, first on Luna, then Scarlet, then onto the pile of furs*
 
*grins evilly, then flicks tongue out to lick Luna's cheek in dragon form* And why not?
 
It's just not flowing from my brain now. And I couldn't find the other one I did with her as the character.

And I just found the strangest image comment on one of my hentai sites.

"Stop rape, say yes"
 
It's just not flowing from my brain now. And I couldn't find the other one I did with her as the character.

And I just found the strangest image comment on one of my hentai sites.

"Stop rape, say yes"

*snorts laughter and gets stared at by my kidlets*
 
The basic idea for the thread is that Yoruichi is the owner of a nightclub (and has been for at least a hundred years). All sorts of rumors abound about the club (like the same owner for a hundred years, monsters, strange things in the back rooms, etc). My character is a guy who is bored, and goes to the club under the sudden impression that something there may cure that boredom, not realizing that something in there is drawing him in because of his innate abilities as a Riftwalker, or Jumper.
 
*Singing a wordless song I stroll through the woods enjoying the warmth of the afternoon. The birds sing back to me and I laugh, suddenly reminded of corny cartoon princesses. I glance down at myself and think there is no way I could be at all confused with a princess.

My flowing peasant skirt brushes the tops of my sandaled feet, steel grey at the hem and lightening in stages to near white at the waist. From there upward my pale as moonlight flesh is nearly completely bare save for the near white halter style top I wear. My silvery hair flows freely down my back, my ice blue eyes bright with excitement...but the
piece de resistance was the riding crop I carried in my hand tapping it against my thigh from time to time. No I was definitely not a princess.

It seemed to take so long to reach Luna's Den. The fluttering in my stomach felt like a thousand butterflies in hysterics. Cautiously I step up to the entrance and call out softly...


Miss Luna...?

*Her scent and her energy are everywhere, I can't get a clear read if she is in or not. I hesitate, unsure about entering, but I need to be inside. Stepping across the threshold I pause to let my eyes adjust, taking in the furnishings, the different items neatly placed here and there. A door catches my eye and my hand goes to the silver chain around my neck. A deep breath, than another and I tear my eyes from the door. My curiosity is rampant and my desire to place myself in her hands nearly irresistable.

Slipping off my sandals I leave them to one side of the entrance and pad across the maroon carpet. I settle onto the floor amidst a pile of cushions and sit crosslegged, pulling my skirt up to my thighs. I lay the crop across my knees....and wait.
 
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I think Luna got forcibly dragged away.

Also. Imagine a Zanpaku-tou that, upon Bankai, or more amusingly, Shikai, turns into a Gundam-styled armor.
 
*blinks a few times trying to decipher this language dragon speaks, then I smile...

I know what a Gundam is...sort of. My son was playing a Gundam video game yesterday.
 
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