Thread: What's Mine is Yours (Kolath x Feral)

The cool night air rushed over Ralph sending his shoulder length hair blowing in the breeze. He leaned his head back sighing feeling the heat he had been feeling from the confrontation down in the great hall wash away in the cool breeze. There was more too it then that, being so close to Raegan had been torture for his inner wolf and the slight bite that came with the wind was enough to sooth the beast inside him. Even standing there now on the wall he could smell her, that clean fresh scent, that had a mild but clear heat and spice mixed into it. Though he noticed that the heat and spice was becoming more and more pronounced in his nose as time went on. It was as though he could scent her from where he stood and she was coming closer and closer to entering heat. His inner wolf growled wanting out, wanting to show his mate just how she should respond to his presence. How she should drop willingly to all fours and raise her tail for him to expose her sex for him to enter and ravage for nights on end. Ralph gasped digging deep breathes into his mind that was once again fogging with his inner beast wanting to come out. There was no question that he loved his wolven side and would do nothing to part with it. However there were times that its animal instincts were problematic in civilized society. Bringing his hand to his face feeling it recede from the slightly elongated shape it had started to take, knowing just how close he had been to changing. Even now he could still scent the reason for it and he didn't know why, her scent had dulled a bit not as hot or spicy but still clearly near heat and that made his wolf beg to be out. Turning his back to the outer wall he moved over looking down into the garden below him and it suddenly was even more difficult. He saw the reason he could scent her, she stood in the garden and from the look of it she was slowly removing her clothing. The wind was blowing over the far wall across her and to him as though the winds themselves were trying to torment him with his future. His eyes were glued to her form as she stripped from her tight dress which though it showed her famine curves still hid well the beauty that was his future mate. Standing there in the waxing moon light as the last vestige of clothes slipped from her body showing all in the light, bring another growl to his lips and he felt his control slipping. He forced himself to turn from the sight that was driving him mad with the need to mate and fought his wolf to regain control. In another moment all was lost as he heard her howl to the moon. He knew the shift was coming and there was nothing that could stop it now. All he could do was hold it back for a few moments as he tried to rid himself of his clothes. The bracers, cloak, jacket and boots were gone swiftly enough but that was as far as he got. The change came over him sending waves of pain and pleasure rushing through him as his body shifted into the werewolf that sent shivers down many mortal spines and made other wolfs bow their heads in submission. He had grown another foot at least when standing fully erect topping over seven feet, and all the refined muscles of an agile swordsmen had filled out more easily defined under his thick dark redish brown fur that covered his whole body, the remnants of his pants and shirt falling to the stone below him. Thicker fur at the back of his neck stood as he reared his head back and answered her howl. His was a howl of possession telling the female he had just heard that she was his. It spoke of longing and the need that he couldn't express in his human form. It also spoke of his dominance and expectance of her submission when he finally caught her, no matter when that was. His deep green eyes turned to the garden as his nose looked for her scent ready to chase her down if needed.