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Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Eira would feel the movements of Sigurd as he had an uneasy sleep as it seems his brother is a thorn in the man's side, during the night Sigurd turned covering the little wolf as she became the little spoon in this situation. Sigurd's body heat would be more than enough to stop Eira from shivering, and as the night went on it seemed in Sigurd's sleep he was her guardian as he covered her as he slowly calmed down from her touch and smell. Eira could hear the deep growls as he slept as his face was buried within the young lass red hair. As the sun rose and the rays touched the inside of the home slowly reaching Sigurd's toes first... Eira would then feel something new, it seemed the man that had wrapped himself around her little frame had now become aroused and she could feel his member grow against her body. As he reached full mass the wolf rolled over on his back pitching a tent in the fur cover...
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Eira had struggled to sleep, her body still cold from the snow, grief keeping her awake and crying, and the dying embers only keeping the house warm, but not warm enough. It was no easier when her bedmate was tossing and turning, keeping her up and aware of his movements. She had never slept next to someone before. It was almost nerve racking, but if he would settle and she could find warmth, maybe she could sleep. She got both those wishes, but not as she planned. He rolled over hours into the night and practically onto her, his leg and arm strapped over her, giving off heat. She froze in place, having been lying on her side away from him, aware his body was pressed to her back, naked. The only barrier between them being her dress, and the fur cover he slept under. His face was in her wild locks, and his arm grew tight around her. Eira wanted to wake him, but thought he would roll over in a minute like he had for hours. He didnt. To her surprise he settled, wrapping tighter around her as his breathing slowed. There was the choice to wake him, and Eira certainly didnt want to give him the wrong idea, but the comfort of his arms was undeniable. They warmed her cold skin and made her feel safe. Her tears dried as despite her efforts not to, she succumbed to his warmth and touch and fell asleep, her dreams a mixture of both good and bad. His soft growls did not wake her, the young lass fast asleep now in the strangers embrace, her own arm curled over his, sapping warmth from his hot skin. When morning came Eira was still too tired to wake at dawn, and as light peeked in she slept on, pressed tightly to his chest, his face still in her luscious hair. In her dreams she was in Sigurds arms again, but they were in a lake swimming and laughing, enjoying a sunny day. She felt something poking her behind, pressing into her and feeling quite big but she swatted it away, thinking it a fish or some lake thing in her dreams, not quite understanding what was happening in the bed at that very moment.
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

The door to the house flew open, Bang!, the noise echoed through the house... Brother! mother wants to see you and Re... Brother! hahahaha you did not waste any time in making this little one your own huh! When ever his brother was around Sigurd's eyes seem to light up, as if there was always a thing between the two men, this rivalry between brothers. Tell mother I shall be there soon... no get out... Sigurd then collapsed over the little wolf moving his body into her space, if she was up now, she would feel that Fish was back pressing against her sexy little body, His face once again planted into her gorgeous red locks, he then attempts to talk to her... Today will... b... rough, as mi mother is not one to take kindly of this situation, some would say she is very protective of her boys, but do not fret little wolf, as long as you want me to be your guardian.. I will. Sigurd then rolled over giving the little wolf all of the blankets and let to cool air grace around his member as if to let it slowly recoil from its once strong state.
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Eira woke with a start. Something loud had crashed and caused her to jolt from a most pleasant dream of her and Sigurd swimming naked in a beautiful clear lake, soaking up a clear sky and warm sun, being held in his arms... Her face was entirely red upon waking, both because of the voice calling in and the pit in her stomach, a pit she only felt when she had those dreams, dreams of romance, arousal, and lust. They came rarely to the young red head, as she knew few in her life to even fancy over. But Sigurd, he had been kind. He had rescued her. Eira told herself last night her draw to him was only in that, but now she was unsure. And she would have no time to ponder the dream, as the voice barging in was the same as last night, Sigurds brother. Who at one glance reminded Eira she had fallen asleep in the large wolfs arms. She wanted to bury her head in embarrassment as, worse, he called it out and retorted to her again like a trophy, to be claimed or stolen. Eira felt herself getting furious and sat up a little, opening her mouth to tell him she wasnt, that what he was seeing it wasnt...that. But she didnt have the courage to cut him off, and Sigurd had already risen to guard her and force him out. Alone once more, he returned back to his spot, his arm dragging her down with him, pulled tight and crushed under his body, and yet still comfortable. She was very much awake now, however, and indeed realizing what she had felt in her dream had been quite real, and not a fish at all. Her cheeks flamed and she closed her eyes, surprised and shocked at his lack of awareness to what was poking her soft rump. Is this a sign of wanting, or did it come from him dreaming of another? Do I bring it up, or ignore it? How can I ignore it, its massive. He rolled off suddenly and she gasped in air, flushed and overheated, her face and chest red as tomatoes. She rolled onto her back and peeked at him, stifling a giggle as she saw the cover tented high yet slowly dropping. Your mother will not like that you saved me? She asked, having to know, or that you sheltered an outsider in your home from the cold? She sat up, her bronze eyes gazing at his calm face, will those beautiful two toned eyes to open and gaze back, Sigurd, please know I mean no trouble. Youve saved me from death twice, and given me food and bed. I appreciate your kindness, but I dont want to stir any trouble for you with your family. It is not my place. We hardly know each other. But she wanted to know him. He was fascinating to her. Despite trying not to show it, the little wolf wanted to know more about the clan wolf and his life, to learn about the warrior who saved her life.
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Sigurd's eyes open and peered into those bronze eyes for the first time, his large hand placed on her shoulder and pushed her back into the bed as he climbed on top of her. While balancing on one arm he was free to use the other and push away red locks from the little wolfs face. My mother... she only wants the best for her children, and ... what makes her happy, sometimes she becomes way to protective, or pushes her favorite child onto the others life, stealing what was once his... This family you are in with at this moment... are not all that great, but we are a family none the less, I would give anything to rip my brother apart for what he did to me, but as my mother's wish I will not... Sigurd stood up and climbed out of the bed naked, the heat steamed off him from the cold, it gave Eira a sight to be hold. I will say this Eira, it would make..... The man paused at it seemed to be troubled with what ever was going to come out of his mouth. It would honor me, errr... It would please me if you stayed, with me... as I would like to know the wolf behind those eyes little wolf.... Sigurd put on his pants and quickly tied the belt before sitting down and wrapping his feet and pants with leather wraps. A history lesson little wolf, the woman my brother is with, was once mine... so be careful as to what you say around her or my brother, and especially my mother. Sigurd stood up, wrapped his bear cloak around his massive body and walked to the front door, but stops to look back at Eira. I will go talk to mother first and see what this is all about and find us something to eat. With that the door closed leaving Eira to think about Sigurd's words...
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

His large hand took up almost her entire shoulder as he pushed her back down, moving atop her to keep her pinned. Her breath all but stopped, eyes wide and watching him for his next move. But all he did was talk. And for that she was grateful. Eira wasnt ready, she wasnt sure for what, but she knew the pain in her heart needed mending first. Still as he rose and dressed, the little wolf watching the steam roll off his naked body with keen eyes, his words gave her much to think over. It wasnt normal for a woman, unless related, to stay in a single mans home. Unless there was relations between them of one kind or another. Sigurd did not know her or owe her anything. They were not siblings, or any form of family. She was a stranger he rescued in the woods, the shamans daughter. People would recognize her for the latter, but there would still be questions of why he was sheltering her, this was true. Many would assume he had taken her to be his mate, her choice or not. Sigurd didnt seem like he would force himself on her though. If he wanted to, she had been in his arms all night, but he had only rested. And Eira wasnt ready to make such life decisions over a stranger she had known less than a day, after losing her entire family. She needed time to grieve. Only then would she have room in her heart to fall in love with another...at least she told herself. He left for food and to speak with his mother, and she got up and moved to the basket of clean clothes he had brought her. She lifted one and grimaced. The previous shaman obviously had less worries over modesty. She sorted through the rest, looking for the most modest she could find, to cover her body. Her father had taught her thus, that exposing her flesh was asking men to follow her with their eyes, and could lead to dangerous encounters with wolves. Her mother dressed more brash than her or father however, saying it connected her to nature and her rituals better. Eira never quite understood, but tended to follow her fathers path more as a teen. Now she was a woman, and it would seem that fates were tugging her in her mothers direction at last, though Eira wasnt certain her attire should be the first to modify. Sighing, she rose to change, then stopped and stared at the door. Sigurds brother had already barged in twice, would he a third? She did not want the tall blonde to see her undressed, she felt he would simply take advantage of that, as he had threatened the night before. She felt no interest in him, even if he was handsome. He simply held no favor or hers, nor swayed any want. He had not even been in her dreams once last night...though she couldnt admit to herself who had. Moving back over to the bed, and furthest from the door, she began to undress and change, carefully trying to put the pieces on without a long struggle, knowing each passing minute either brother could barge in and see her half nude, her breasts soft but cold in the open air.
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

With Eira body exposed, cold air caress her body only to be interrupted with a door slamming against the wall and the brother of Sigurd stands in the frame, a cocky smile and a look s pleasure enters his persona. Well well well... naked and ready, just how I like my women, and those tits... so perky and wanting my love, how did you know I would be back to want you, us... fucking to make little ones. The Blonde brother was arrogant and full of himself as he struts toward Eira. lets be hasty though my brother could come back soon and not like that I have taken another from him, he becomes very violent, and if its anything like last time, it wont be something the weak can withstand. So my little red flower lets start with you sucking my cock shall we, come here and kneel before your master. The Blonde man stood waiting for you, his face was pleased to see the naked little wolf and wanted to bed her as his cock grew inside his pants.
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

The slap shook the Blonde brother from his lusty mood, and instead turned to anger only to growl from within turning hands into claws... eyes glowed as ears grew out... Then a pause, thinking about the spell and how it could reverse itself to kill him... But then a voice from behind. Gunnar the things you do as of this moment are out of place, see to it that the wolf with in stays... with in, or this town will suffer another fate. The voice came from behind, Gunnar knew who it was and reverted back to his human form, picking up his cloak to walk out, Sigurd stops his brother with a big hand on the man's shoulder. Enter my house again without me inviting you and we will fight to the death, and if you ever bother Eira again... your life will be forfeit. Sigurd retracted his hand to let Gunnar pass, and watched him walk down the road. Sigurd then turned his attention toward the little wolf still holding a light spell in her hand and cocked an eyebrow. Does this mean something? does Magic flow with in? Sigurd questioned the red head as he closed the door and walked to the cauldron placing a pot over the fire and warm fluffy biscuits on a small table. His eyes dimly glowed a blue and yellow looking her over. Dress little wolf, the day is young and food is ready. Sigurd sets up the bowls and spoons as his mind wonders over that young body, that perky body... licking his lips as he caught a glimpse of those perfect round orbs, placing both bowls down Sigurd pointed the chair before him and asked. Take a seat little wolf, breakfast will be soon, and now will be a good time for you to ask me anything you wish, before we finish here and set out to the home you once knew.
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Thank the mother moons, Sigurd is here. Eira wasnt sure she could hold out the confident act much longer, and when the blonde man had started to shift a scream had bubbled up, moving backwards till she hit the wall again. Now she leaned on it in shock, staring at Sigurd as the door closed as she let the magic die, before realizing she was still exposed. She squealed and tugged her top back up, then turned around quickly to drag it on. It was a loose top matching her bottoms, the collar almost too low, showing her cleavage no matter how she tried to fix it. It fell to her skirt , billowing around her stomach so if she even lifted her arms it would rise and peek at her stomach. The collar on the top was metallic and engraved in ruins she did not know. The cloth clung to her places she wish it didnt, hugging her curves and leaving little to the imagination. Thank you Sigurd, Eira exclaimed turning around to face him, he barged in, I did my best to defend myself, I didnt mean for him to see... She sighed, not able to finish the sentence and stared at her hand, Magic can flow genetically yes, but it is picky of whom it chooses. At least my mother told me so, explaining why I had her gifts, and my brother did not. It is not easy to understand or control. There are rituals, spells, incantations, many pieces to pull the magic from within. But it takes years of study and I know but one spell. And only have this. She pulled the book from its pouch still attached to her belt now laying with her dirtied dress, she rubbed it, holding it to her breast, its all I have left of her now. She sat as instructed, hungry and happy that his brother, Gunnar, was gone. Breakfast smells good, she commented, staring at the pot, we are going to the, the cabin? What of your family? Didnt your mother request for you? Im...Im not causing you trouble am I Sigurd? I promise, I have no intentions with your brother, I do not fancy him I fancy... She blushed and looked away, changing the topic quickly, I may need a thicker cloak if we are heading into the woods. This dress is hardly going to keep me warm. I must look ridiculous in it... Last edited Jul 25, 2018
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Sigurd listens to the little wolf talk as he fills her bowl of food and biscuits, licking his fingers of food caught from serving the little wolf he nods keeping his eye contact to her as the man shovels food into his mouth, As the little wolf finishes only to trail off, Sigurd stops and leans back into his chair before speaking. Let me ease that mind since it seems to be running about, and let me be very clear, you are not causing any trouble, second, my mother already had a word with me, who do you think made the food we are eating now and last night? To be honest my mother is quite happy that we are together. Sigurd pulls up a hand to stop Eira from saying anything. I know, in my mother's world she already thinks we are together, I made the mistake of jumping into a relationship way to fast on the last wolf I meet and it ended up costing me... The man before Eira paused, bit into the biscuit and gave Eira a smile. My mother wants to meet you, so do not worry Eira... in time you will, but as for today, the two of us will be heading out to the cabin you once knew home, why? To find clues of these Clans men and where they might come from, so that my house can prepare if they come here. Perhaps we can bring the family back here and give them proper graves in town, would that be okay with you Eira? Sigurd finished his meal, leaned back into his chair once more and in thought... before realizing he was day dreaming of becoming lost in a wolf's red hair... Eira, I have a heavy cloak for the trip that should fit, and that dress, trust me when I say this, is beautiful, but... its only that way due to the beauty its draped on. After that cheesy line Sigurd walked over to a closet, unlatched a lock and pulled open the doors to fetch a pure white cloak, the cloak had the head of a snow lion, a rare beast in these hills. This will do. Sigurd hands the cloak to Eira. This will keep the warmth inside, no cold will touch the skin of the little wolf while she wears this. Sigurd placed the snow lion cloak into her lap, the large man then placed the bear cloak over himself and started to walk outside, stops just before leaving. Finish up little wolf we have a great day a head of us, by the way... I know how it feels to want someone, I will protect, guide, and give shelter till it is no longer my time to be around the lovely wolf who stays with me. Sigurd leaves his place leaving Eira to finish the meal and ready for the tip at hand.
Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Eira stopped eating to listen, blushing deeply at the compliment. Was she that beautiful? The thought of meeting his mother had almost sullied her mood, worried she would be disappointed in finding out her son was not indeed mated, or perhaps worse, like her son Gunnar. But the compliment saved her, getting that beautiful smile on those rosy lips back and she dipped into eating again, watching him like a hawk as he rose and fetched her a gorgeous cloak. Thank you Sigurd, she replied, taking it in hand, watching him dress himself. How he wore no shirt in the winter cold was beyond her understanding. She opened her mouth as he left, blinking in surprise. Did he think he omissions was about another wolf? You have given him no reason to think your interest lies in him. C'mon Eira, what are you thinking? That after a single night he's the one for you? I mean he is handsome, well hung, kind and protective...but I hardly know him! Maybe he leaves me flustered, but that's just his gaze. I can't help it. I... Her thoughts were bouncing back and forth, getting her nowhere. She didn't know what to think of her situation, but at the very least, it got her mind off her mourning. Finishing her bowl she cleaned it in a bucket of soapy water along with his, yet again tidying his home and extinguishing the fires before she left. She met him outside, pulling the cloak tight around her body, hiding the hugging outfit underneath. She made sure to attach to her skirts belt her pouches with her book and coin, and her dagger for safe measures. Now out in the open air, the sun peering on her face he could see the soft freckles on her cheeks, dotting the porcelain skin. Her hair looked like fire dancing down the back of the cloak and as she stood there looking at him on where to go, already a few eyes had been drawn, curious of the new face no one knew. Newcomers to town were a rarity. I would like to bury them here, yes Sigurd, she murmured, having thought about his offer, I want to know my family has found peace.
Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

Aimi Hyuga was waiting in a quiet and relatively private booth at her favorite restaurant in Konohagakure, Ichiraku Ramen. Serving portions were very generous all for a very good price. The place always had business no matter what time of day she came in for a meal, she never saw the place empty. There were always happy people in here. Happy families, happy couples, or just folk coming in on their own. There was just something about coming here that just made a being happy. As for Aimi, she was here after a successful mission, she always came here after a successful mission to celebrate. Well, even when the mission didn't go so well, she came here anyway to drown her frustrations and sorrows. And right now, Aimi was peeping on the chefs in the kitchen using her Byakugan. Seemed a waste of chakra, but it allowed her to learn how to cook. She did it with every restaurant she went to. Watching their movements fascinated her to no end. How they carefully chopped the vegetables. Measured the water. Got the broth started. Because of her constant peeping, she was a very good cook on her own. She was also waiting on Ichiraku's largest bowl of miso pork ramen. If she was hungry enough later on, she'd order a second bowl. She could eat this stuff for days and never get bored with what they had to offer. In the Hyuga clan, she was hailed as the Neji of her generation, meaning that she was the genius of her generation, having figured out how to apply a nature transformation to the hiden jutsus that the Hyuga possessed. It took years and years of constant refinement to get everything right, but the end results were worth it. Not that the clan techniques needed any refining, she always wanted to see what would happen if they had an extra bite to them, so to say. The era they all lived in was a nice one, clans were blossoming with so many children now. The Uchiha were coming back to life. The Uzumaki, which Lord Seventh belonged to, were blossoming nicely. So many clans once thought dead were coming back. Bloodlines were restored.