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<p>HEY READ THIS YOU!!! This thread is probably going to include some stuff that people might not like to read (aka sex xDD) this is rated MATURE if it does! ALSO you will see us gmod eachother. Please dont worry xDD Me and Lexii have been rping together for a few years now and we just do stuff like that and we are ok with it, and if either of us does not like the gmode then you are asured that it will be changed within a millisecond!
<p>Ooc: This is for Anubis and Shanti only;;;; please and thankyouuuu

<p>The air was slowly warming, the sun still climbing in the sky, and a gentle breeze brushed its luke warm tentacles through everything. It had been like this for a few days now, and she had seen the lingering winter snow start to melt under the pressure of the oncoming heat. Green shoots from grasses and weeds had started to push up through the once frozen ground, breaking up the brown dirt as its roots reached deeper and deeper into the earth. Trees that had been mere branches for last few months had all started to grow their lime green buds that would, given a few more days, spread apart into a little leafs that will catch the bright yellow sun, turning sunlight into its personal food to feed even more growth.

<p>A white wolf shined through the swaying shadows as the gentle breeze rustled through them. Her head was low, her tail following suit. She kept her ears relaxed, and her eyes stayed level with the ground. She was not tried, at least not in a physical sense, but in a mental way. Shanti had lost everything she had known all of her life, her family, her land, her love. And now she was dutifully following behind a pure black male, whos frame was only slightly larger then her (though muscles bulged in almost every single place that had muscles). She looked up at him again, for the thousandth time in a hour, and watched his right eye (as she was on the left). He had a heart, as white as snow, framing that eye, matching hers, as dark as a moonless night on her left. Then sighed again and kept on walking; just a step behind his, letting him lead the way, as a good ’mate’ should.

<p>They had been mated just two weeks ago, and had been on the go since then. Their parents and their shaman had told them to go and make it on their own, make their own pack and prosper. And in truth the journey had not been too bad, for Anubis, the black male, had kept his pace matched her slower one, and had made sure they had enough food to make them happy. One night, after a harder then usual trek through the tundra, he had let her rest for a hour longer, and she was secretly grateful to him. Shanti’s paws had hardened in the two weeks that they had traveled so far, surprising her for she had always considered herself fit. One thing she had yet to get used too was not sleeping in a den. Sleeping on the ground, usually with no cover, was much colder. She could have snuggled up to her new mate, but her pride would not allow her to do so.

<p>Why, you ask? Oh well, incase you have to yet to hear, Shanti and Anubis had been part of this prophecy, of which she and him had yet to understand (at least, she did not think he knew what it meant) which meant they had to be mated, they had to travel together and love each other. Shanti sighed again thinking of what she knew; Mated, Check; Travel Together, Check; Love Each other, --- no check…. She wanted to growl, she wanted to grab a bush in her jaws and shake until it a little stump poking out of the ground.

<p>To top it all off she had lost the one she HAD loved, Gycan, poor Gycan. He was not the largest, or the smartest, or the strongest wolf around. He was average, hell he was less then average, but he was hers and she was his and they had loved each other, they were going to mate and have pups and live a long, happy, prosperous life. Ect Ect. And even worse then all of that, Shanti had no idea what had happened to him. Did they kill him, so as to elimate the possibility of her mating with him, or did they just run him off? He was a rather timid wolf by all means, he had been so afraid to even speak to Shanti at first that when she smiled at him he fell over his paws and stumbled right into her; entangling them both in a mess of fur and long legs.

<p>”Are we almost to this grand place, HomemPreto?”


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As soon as the breeze whispered across the plains and touched his coast, the black brute couldn’t help but arch into its embrace, his eyes slowly closing while his tongue lolled out of his mouth on the right side. Spring was officially in swing and it made him smirk, not smile, at such a change in the weather. He had always liked the spring more than any other season simply because of the rain showers, of the cooling breezes, of the tempting splays of sunlight that he would cross while walking. The only bad part about this spring, however, would have to be his current circumstances.

The wind whispered on, trailing invisible fingers over the land, through the trees and, eventually, over the pure alabaster form of his mate. Just thinking the word had the onyx pelted brute cringing, his ears flicking back to plaster against his head. How he had come to be mated to her of all things was beyond him though the events leading up to such a thing were easily understandable. It was because of his shaman, that crazy old wolf that was sure he was fulfilling some sort of prophesy by putting them together. It was he that had cursed them into this existence that neither of them wanted to accept; she because her heart had been sold upon another and him because…well, he had never expected to find a mate anyway.

A low growl echoed from his clamped jaws out into the air as his pads, once again, pressed into the earth and moved him forward over the land. Maybe that was why he wasn’t willing to speak to her? Maybe it was because she had already found someone to give her heart to and that he had only come in second-best, come in last, as a consolation prize that she didn’t want. His jaws clenched at that thought and his gait became stiff, almost forced as he ambled along. His shoulder blades stuck out noticeably under his obsidian pelt, his tail never lifting to sashay back and forth like a regular, happy wolf’s tail would have done.

He had half a mind to leave her where she stood, to run as far and as fast away from her and away from this predicament as possible. Yet, he couldn’t because of that strange feeling inside of him: the one that demanded he stay with her, take care of her, make sure she was warm and had enough to eat. Where ever that feeling had originated, he wished, desperately, that it would return to that hole and stay there.

”Are we almost to this grand place, HomemPreto?”

Again, the male was pulled to a stop, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a lung-full of air. How many times over the last hour had she asked him that question? How many times had he ignored her because, obviously, if they were at this place, they would have stopped by now? How many times had he asked himself if he were going to the right way, if he knew what he was doing, if he knew where he was going would accept them? Lashes swept up away from his sapphire colored eyes, fictional brows above them narrowing into a dangerous V as he turned and faced her. The wind threaded through his pelt as he turned, as if reminding him to remain calm and not to take out his anger and frustrations on his mate…or was that his spirit animal trying to speak with him? Whatever it was that was, indeed, communicating with him, he ignored it and took a step toward her, reducing the amount of space between them to nothing.

“If we were there Shanti, we would have stopped and found a den to claim.” The timbre of his voice, if not his already intimidating stature, gave off his anger in waves. His frustration was mirrored in the oceanic depths of his eyes, his tension held solely on his shoulders and the stiff placement of his legs. He racked his eyes over her, a quick assessment of her condition before chucking gruffly to himself and turning tooth over tail, his pace matched to her slow moving one. “If you’re hungry,” he threw over his shoulder, “I’d advise you come along so I can find you something to eat.”

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<p>Shanti felt his anger rise and took pleasure in it, successfully hiding a smirk as she watched him slowly turn and face her. He looked her square in the eye, and she looked back, twice as hard, defying his nature. Wolves generally submit to glares likes his, wolves generally roll belly up, licking his chops and begging for forgiveness. Shanti would not do that, instead she took a step forward and let the long ivory fur rise on her shoulders, ears forward and tail rose if only but a inch. At first she felt pleasure in his anger, but now her anger only matched his, as it did every single time they had done this.

<p>"Find a den? I did not know barbarians like you slept in dens." She snapped at his, eyes glaring into him, past him, through him, yet at him. She looked at his ebony fur and, for the hundredth time in a day, had to look away. She hated him, hated him hated him hated him. But oh, he looked so good when he was angry, how his muscles would pronounce on his strong bones, etching out his privative strength. And how his eyes shone when he let the anger get to him, how they seemed to defy nature in that stunning way that sometimes caught her off guard. Ohh yes, Anubis would have seen her looking at his body and then away again, and she was sure that he probably felt a drop of pride into it. Maybe it even made him, dare I say, hot?

<p>Just thinking of joining another pack, as she was sure they would, just made her sigh. They were supposed to go out and make their own pack, (They were not ready to be alphas, for alphas had to, you know, WORK TOGEATHER, and these two just did not play nicely) but, maybe as just to defy their parents one last time, they had a silent agreement that they would not make a pack, they would join another pack. Oh, how the life of a alpha pup had not prepared her for stuff like this. She just wanted to stop. Not to go back, for what did she have to go back to? Her parents, who betrayed her? Her brothers, who took her love away? And Gycan was gone. But she did not want to go forward either, she wanted to stop and stay stopped. Maybe that means, she thought, that I want to die. She was just not sure.

<p>Growling out loud, but in a frustrated tone, she sat down and plastered her ears against white skull, her lips curling up a ever so slightly. ”Go, then, find me something to eat as if you were my servant, my slave! You don’t have to act like that, Preto, I can do stuff on my own! I am not some innocent little female who cant kill my own food! But if it pleases you, go ahead. Be a good mate now.” This was said in a angry, perhaps prissy tone as she watched his anger grow at every single syllable uttered from her muzzle. She fed on that anger, watched him step closer as if was to attack her, and in truth he probably wanted too. And this, she used as a opening to use those ‘skills’ her mother taught her so long ago.

<p>”Oh now,” She cooed, standing up and sashaying toward him. “Calm down, sweetie“ Her head reached his and she kept on going, rubbing the top of her jaw on under his, stronger one, and then doing that same action with the rest of her body, neck, shoulder, back, hips, and finally her tail, and she let it flick as she went, tapping him on his chin lightly, playfully. Of course, she was not doing because they were a lock sick couple, she was doing this to win. Shanti could never fight Anubis with tooth, but she could do worse with flirting and hitting every males weakness; their lust for females.




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"Find a den? I did not know barbarians like you slept in dens."

A soft chuckle whispered from his labrums as his tongue danced over them, licking them clean. “Your wit astounds me into silence,” he said over his shoulder once more, his tone as dray as the very leaves that autumn would produce. Crania shook back and forth in a display of pure agitation as a sigh wafted from his throat. This female was insufferable and it was he who would have to suffer, have to be her mate and take care of her. By the gods, why could something terrible just happen to her that wouldn’t be his fault at all? Why couldn’t she just randomly disappear and he could feel nothing over her missing? Why couldn’t something as simple as fate playing for him instead of against him occur just once. JUST ONCE!

However, he knew what would happen if she turned up missing or ran away or died. He would feel responsible…or rather, that thing inside of him would feel responsible and would beat him over the head everyday for not taking better care of his “mate.” It was frustrating, mostly, dealing with this feeling that he owed her something, that he was supposed to be her caretaker, her guardian. And was what even more frustrating that dealing with these emotions, was trying to figure out where they came from. Sure, he could pinpoint the exact moment when they awoke and could attribute the change to actually earning a name from his shaman, but it had to be something other than that. There had to be something wrong with him that no one was willing to tell him about. THAT was the frustrating part of it and the part that he would, eventually, learn to either accept to deny, deal with or let it eat him alive.

”Go, then, find me something to eat as if you were my servant, my slave! You don’t have to act like that, Preto, I can do stuff on my own! I am not some innocent little female who can’t kill my own food! But if it pleases you, go ahead. Be a good mate now.”

This time, instead of throwing some witty comment over his shoulder and continuing to the underbrush of the forest where the most plentiful prey would be, he turned and looked at his mate. Imagine his ire when he saw the she-devil sitting her pretty little ass on the ground with her ears back and just yapping away. She hadn’t done anything worthwhile this entire trip other than be a nuisance and complain and badger and make him angry and now, when he was at least trying to be nice as he had been trying to be nice the entire trip, she wanted to throw it in his face. Wasn’t it he who had found her somewhere comfortable to sleep, found her food for her aching stomach, slowed their pace to a mere snail’s crawl so her petite paws would be worn and bleeding? Hadn’t he done all these things for her?! And she repaid him with her whining and pestering and that smart ass little mouth that didn’t know when to simply close! Well, he’s close that mouth of hers for good right now.

She might have blinked or simply looked away from him for a mere second, a mere breath, a mere blink before releasing that he was bearing down upon her. Hackles were raised along his back and shoulders, a thunderous growl emanating from his chest, his eyes two identical stones of cerulean set within his skull. His face was inches from her own, his breath probably hot against the whiskers of her muzzle, his shoulders trust forward in such an aggressive manner that one would think pure and simple submission would garner the female a right to her life being spared. Of course, Anubis wasn’t going to kill her…right? Before he could even speak or much less do any aggressive movement against her, she was standing. The smart portion of his brain told him to take a step away from her, put distance between them so her female tricks, tricks that every femme had, wouldn’t get to him, but that message from his brain to his paws came in a moment too late.

“Oh now, calm down, sweetie”

CALM DOWN? That’s what she wanted? She wanted him calm and serene for her? Well, if that little moth of hers would learn to never open unless it was being fed, he could be calm and he could listen to her. But no! She wanted to talk and yap and – what in the world was she doing? One minute she was standing before him and the next she was running herself against him, under her muzzle and against his chest. He wasn’t going to say that he disliked the action, but it did catch him unaware and a new feeling, one that was almost similar to the one that appeared when he first saw her sprung to life. Anubis wanted, without a single doubt in his mind, to dominate her. It seemed as if that would be the end of his problem. If he forced her to submit, then she would comply with the rest of his demands…whatever they might happen to be. Against his will, a small murr sounded from his chest, making it vibrate almost in the same manner that the purr of a car would.

When her tail flicked against the tip of his muzzle, that urge quickly retreated to the rear of his mind and implanted itself there, amongst the other feelings he had for her, many of them not open to discussion. His eyes narrowed on her rump and the plume of snow that wavered right in front of his features. Opening his muzzle, he clamped down on the very end of her tail and yanked, attempting to draw her back on her rump so she would sit down. Anubis wasn’t even thinking anymore, and was merely acting on instinct and the main one said that she needed to be under him, submitting to him in the most basic way possible. If he did manage to sit her down, he would try and go for her scruff next, grab it in his jaws if possible and smother her entire body with his own.

Really, if she just wouldn’t have irked him…

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<p>Ooc: lol ok. things might be turning a little naughty. Sorry guys xDDD

<p>Shanti liked the warmth that came from his midnight fur as she rubbed up against it, and for a moment she took in his scent, enjoying his musty smell as it filtered through her nostrils and got her brain. In truth she had mated a few times with Gycan, although she had had to do the same thing she was doing right now to Anubis to get him to just do it as he had been afraid too hurt her. Shanti knew what buttons to push, and it seems she hit the right one for this black canine.

<p>Anubis was enjoying his, rumbling in agreement, and the rumble went right through the walls of her chest, bouncing back and fourth in her rib cage and she opened her eyes, taking in the feeling. Gycan had never growled like that, as stated before he was a much weaker wolf and probably did not have it in him. Anubis, on the other hand... he was strong, he was large, he was smart and powerful and almighty. Why wouldn't Shanti want him as a mate? Every other female would be jealous of her, and that thought made Shanti rather smug. Everybody else would take this male right away, so might she better then them for holding him back?

<p>As her tail flicked his jaws snapped on it, and she felt a stinging pain in it, and let it be known that she felt it by yelping. Her lips curled upwards as he yanked back, and she stumbled, not prepared for the sudden moment. Her rump fell promptly on the ground, just a few inches in front of his toes. Her muzzle, lips still curled upwards, snapped upwards, grabbing a thick tuff of fur on the underside of his neck, near his chest. It would not have ripped any skin, although it would have pinched. Shanti surprised herself by pulling forward, pulling him towards her. To contrast it, while she pulled she swung her rump up, standing in one, fluid movement; only now her backside was away from Anubis and not facing him.

<p>Letting go of of him she looked into his eyes, her nose almost touching his, and a glare of defiance meet his eyes. Its not that she was not open to the idea of having sex, it was more of a look 'This is going to be harder then that, myboy!' as if she was making this into a 'catch me if you can' game. Then, in a rush fur and wind, she ran, quick as a wolf could get, to his side and then swung her body into his, probably offsetting his balance and perhaps even making him fall. If he did fall she would place her paws so they were beside his shoulders, so she was above him and he under her. If not, with her butt near his face yet again, who knew what he might attempt...




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As soon as she heard her yelp out in pain, a starburst of guilt exploded in his chest, his jaws snapping open and letting go. How could he hurt her, his mate? The one he was supposed to care for and love and be there for? How could he have even thought about hurting her? Confusion trickled over his obsidian features with these thoughts, lashes embracing and parting over eyes pigmented the color of a crystal clear sky during the summer. He was about to ask if she was alright, if he had hurt her and was going to ask her if he had made her bleed when she fell back upon her haunches.

A step back was taken, the worry of her tail and how much he had hurt her flittering quickly from his mind. Instead, a smug smile graced his labrums, the soft white flash of a long incisor seen for a fleeting moment. His own tail, long and willowy, soon rose into the air and sashayed back and forth with long sweeping graceful movements. His ears, twin folds of flesh pigmented the same dark color as his coat, too arched up in amusement and his eyes twinkled with it. Knowing that he was powerful enough to control her, even by just the simplest displays of dominance like pulling her tail and making her sit, did make him smirk. It made him wonder how strong he really was, though that thought was quickly replaced by another. I’d never use my full strength against her…ever. Again with these conflicting thoughts and emotions.

And it was because he was dealing with these thoughts that made no senses and these emotions that too were contrasting each other like night and day that Shanti managed to catch him off-guard. Imagine his surprise to find her jaws clamped down on the fur of his chest, her petite jaws tightened around his fur. He would have winced if he had been someone else’s son, would have cried out in shock and pain had he lived another life previous to this one, but because of who he was and how he was raised, Anubis merely arched an eyebrow. The smug look returned, the same he had worn the day he found himself mated to her, and the very same that she had come to dislike as much as he had come to dislike her random bouts of intense emotion. That was what had gotten them into this whole predicament in the first place! If only she would have followed along like a good mate.

Her flanks twisted away from him while she continued to hold on and, silently, he praised his mate for being so crafty. Only then she decided to let go and Anubis merely cleared his throat, tipping his head to the right. “Was that supposed to hurt, Shanti?” His tone would have seemed to mirror a father scolding their young, or a tired elder much too agitated with the foolishness of their charges to raise their voice any louder only to be ignored. And then, she was moving, but Anubis had been trained like any male would have been trained had he been born to the Beta pair. He noticed the shift in her shoulders, the placement of her paws, and knew exactly what she planned to do. So, you know what Anubis did?

He stepped away from her charging body.

Undoubtedly, she would fall over, right? After trying to force her weight against him, she would have offset her own and thusly fallen right onto her side, right? Well, if that was the case, Anubis would merely place his body over hers and from there…well, he hadn’t figured out that far.

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<p>The white wolf laughed, perhaps too deeply, as the black male wondered if that was supposed to hurt. "No, only to keep you in your place." She said, slyly, looking right into his eyes once more. Quick wit had seemed to keep her alive so far, and not she used it purely to laugh in his nighttime muzzle. Shanti had never been sure if he liked her smart mouth or not, sometimes he seemed to enjoy the words she would spit out with fury and other times it seemed to anger him so deeply that his actions threatened that he wanted to kill her. She enjoyed it when he got angry, she feed off of his fury, and got angry when he seemed to enjoy her attempt to make him angry.

<p>As she shoved her shoulder body sideways she expected to meet resistance, to have her body push into his black one, to have white mesh with black. She had prepared herself for the bounce back that would happen after she hit him, had braced her body for it. And so when he simply moved forward she had not been prepared for it, her body kept moving, down down down. She took in a sharp breath and her golden eyes grew wide. Her front paw tried to push out and catch her fall but, no luck, she still hit the ground. There was soft thump as she hit the softening ground. She tried to hurry herself back up but was surprised to find that Anubis was already on top of her.

<p>Shanti played on her back, paws in the air, and Anubis was above her, his black paws right beside her front shoulders, slightly pushing them together, as if to hold her in place. She sighed and rolled her eyes at him, annoying that her plan had taken the reserve and now he stood above her, just as she had planned to stand above him. How did this happen? How did he do stuff like this? That Twit! She could tear our his whiskers! What a idiot! She looked at him above her, and then felt herself weaken.

<p>This position was unwolflike, yet she felt her heart yearn for him. His paws, which were placed beside her shoulders, gave off warmth like no other. If she moved her back leg just a tiny bit she could feel his fur brush against it, and it would send shivers down her spine, tingling as it traveled. His eyes looked into hers, and their hearts faced each other, if he pushed his skull down, and she pulled hers up, they would touch for the first time. His breath was hot on her face, making her fur moist and her nose twitch. Yes, she loved him. No, she would not say so.

<p>Getting a defiant look on her face she placed her front paws on his ‘arm pits’, or so to say. And pushed up slightly. If he moved at all it would not be of her ‘strength’ it would be because he moved himself. ”You will never have me, Anubis.” She said simply, looking into his eyes. He would see a touch of saddness in them as she said this, and she swallowed afterwards, pushing the lump further down her throat. What had she been thinking? They were meant for each other, or so said some old wolf a long time ago. Love, thought Shanti, can not be told, as if it were meant to be. Love could be forged from words. Love took time to work its way into the heart and mind.

<p>”Come now, don’t take it personally.” Oh, she felt bad for saying that, and now she sweetly smiled at him, for the first time ever. ”That does not mean we cant have some fun, now” She licked the bottom of his jaw and pushed herself out from under him. Once up Shanti looked into his eyes again and then buried her nose into his ebony fur, enjoying his masculine scent as she breathed it in deeply. How he would react to this, who knew. But this was how Shanti felt. He would always be her mate, and as a mate he had a god given right to do with her as he pleased, and hell she would enjoy it too. And she loved him, but she felt as if her heart could never be given to him for it was already given to another, even if that other was gone for ever.

<p>Ooc: Your gmode was fine, make sure mine is also too xDD

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He gave a small chuckle as she fell over before he shook his head back and forth. Really, this female was one of the most entertaining that he had ever had the chance to meet in his life. No only could she keep up with whatever scathing remarks he made, she also tried to best him with her own witty comebacks. No one had been able to take his tongue and his remarks had usually been ignored by his siblings or his punished his father for making them. To actually have them acknowledged and returned…well, Anubis secretly praised her for putting up with him when he knew that no other female, no other wolf actually, would.

As soon as she fell over onto her back, Anubis moved over her to pin her down only to find that she wasn’t going to fight him much. Instead of putting his massive pads upon her shoulders to keep her on the ground, he placed them nearest her shoulder, his immense body covering her like something of a shadow. Not a dangerous shadow, let it be known, for Anubis had already told himself that he would never hurt her…no matter how angry she made him or how explosive his anger would become, she would always be safe. And though he never expressed this in words to his mate, she should have known it for his actions toward her. At least, Anubis hoped she did.

As he stood over her, looking down at her, he couldn’t help the sensitivity that came over him. Shanti was, without a doubt, a female and that entitled her to protection, of course, but it was something more than just being her bodyguard or her provider. What he felt for her, the good emotions mind you, were expansive and explosive, but he couldn’t put names to them. In putting a name to them would mean that they were real and if they were real, they could be taken away just as simply as Shanti dying. And as that thought passed over his frontal lobes, he felt a fierce swell of defying that which would come to pass one day. No one would take Shanti from him if he had anything to say about it.

His muzzle lowered a touch, his nose almost touching hers. Inhaling thickly as his nostrils flared, he caught her spicy scent and savored it, murring lowly in his throat as it was ingrained within his brain for the rest of time. She would never be able to elude him and he would always be able to track her, where ever she went. As he went to inhaled again, moving his face even closer to hers, she uttered something that stopped him in his tracks.

“You will never have me, Anubis.”

His head then yanked back, his eyes narrowing and loosing their warming light. Immediately, his body tensed and, as she placed her paws under his arms, he moved away from her. Stiff-legged, he moved away from her, a low snarl wanting to take his lips, but instead he stifled it. His tail whipped back and forth behind him in pure rage, his vision set off to the way they would be traveling. There was no reason for her to utter those words…he wasn’t even thinking about love and everything that came with love! Why did she have to piss him off with her words of eternal emotion and placing names on feelings that he couldn’t even garner yet. WAS it love that he felt for her?

And then, she tried to soothe the harsh words she had uttered, but Anubis moved away from her embrace. “We’ll see Shanti,” he growled in her direction before he began to walk away, back to the way in which they would hopefully find a land to make a pack on or to join. “Let’s go. We’ve wasted enough time.”

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<p>Ooc: Tis short but its the closing post ^^ THREAD DONE
<p>She should have known that her speaking would have angered him, she tended to that even to calmest of wolves, much less a bomb waiting to happen. She felt sadness creep into her bones as she watched him react and her ears fell down on her head, the only sign that she felt said sadness. This was what happened every time they started to have fun, one of them would say something off hand and the fun would stop, but, mind you, this situation had never happened before, this was the first time that they had even hinted at mating. And so he should probably be angrier then any of the other times, as males were more attracted to the prospect of mating then females (most of the time, at least) and they seemed to fall much harder when rejected then females did.

<p>The part that saddened her the most, however, was to watch his eyes. Sure, he had tensed (which she should have been more afraid of that, as that meant that he could strike at her at any moment) and anger rolled off of him in waves, but to see his eyes become injured was worse then all of those. It made her advert her eyes down, as if she was submitting, away from them as they took on a cold, angered stare. Her tail lowered slightly, although it would never travel between her legs, she had never had to do that before, not once in her life had she had to submit that much to anyone. Others had to submit to her.

<p>She raised her head when he growled words at her, and felt herself resisting his anger yet again. Her black lips became a thin line and her tail traveled back up. They started to walk away and she was right behind him. As he was angry he seemed to walk faster, and Shanti said nothing of it and just stepped it up. She was hurt by his words, although she did not show it to him. Wasted? WASTED? He thought that they had just wasted a good few minutes? Sure, she had put a stop to it, but didn’t it mean something more then wasted? Shanti was more then just simply hurt by his words, she was injured and the wound went deep. She missed Gycan, he would have never done that, he had always been sensitive around her and loved her for her.

<p>She kept on following though, dutifully staying just a step behind him and going where the hell ever he lead her.

<p>Ooc: I’ma gunna post at that that other threadness ^^

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