Post by Justin KG on Feb 2, 2014 18:16:19 GMT -8
A wolf enjoys many things, simple as they may be. The thrill of the hunt makes the blood run hot and can be a source of arousal for the hunter even while the prey becomes aware of their death waiting in the brush. Feasting on fallen prey causes euphorea and a heightened awareness of the world followed by the relaxation of knowing hunger has been held off for the day or night ahead. Playing with packmates gives a release of tension and solidifies the confidence of all involved as they pounce and wrestle their way into the dominance they have earned through strength. Perhaps more enjoyable for the males of the species, sex does for the wolf as much as it does for most mammals, and when the wolf is also a man, it is more than mating that sex is used for, it also becomes a powerful and all too enjoyable tool.
As much as sex is amazing, as great as it is to hit the climax of chemical and emotional stimulus, and as chaotic as it is, it is also complicated. Wolves court, humans court; wolves choose mates that have strength and beauty, humans also prefer partners that have these qualities; wolves mate at times of breeding, and while not all humans do this as scheduled, there are some that sync calendars to dates of moon flow and full flowering. Wolves and humans share many of the complications of sex, but there are things they do not. What wolf is ready to give their partner a backrub, a sensual handjob with light kisses, or tie their partner to the bedpost with silk rope and a blindfold?
A sane person in the World of Darkness would answer, "None," but they would be wrong.
A Shadow Lord is taught many ways of manipulation and dominance. Human kinfolk teach their True Born wolf cousins how to approach human enemies, or seduce potential allies. It isn't mating they are taught, it is the art of deception, the power to control another's emotions and will through suggestion and force of personality. Silver Fangs are often gifted in this arena versus their True Born peers, but a Lord trumps them in the mortal arena more often than not. Perhaps this age old game politics, trickery, and superiority is what has landed a son of Turkish slave traders, Roman generals, and Balkin knights into such an odd situation.
"Fuck Me Red, or Bitch Fight Blue," asked the tall woman of the new world's First People. Last knew her to be his totem, a totem spirit of trickery and war manifest in the mortal world for a day of hedonistic pleasures. She was in the process of making final selections on a fingernail polish color. Unfortunately, she did not intend for the color to be painted on her own nails.
"Uh," Last's face was screwed up in a look of cofusion, "blue?" He may have a great deal of training in sex and deception, but grooming on the other hand is something that just wasn't a priority.
"Good choice," she said with a grin. "Now hold still, or I will forget that I forgave you." She handed the bottle to an older Asian woman that sat ready to do her work, a placid expression holding back the laughter that Last knew was hiding behind it. "And no growling either, or I'll have to do it myself, and you won't like that, I can assure you."
The woman went to work as his totem picked a color for herself, a green the color of pine needles fresh from the tree. While the polish was applied, Last could hear the laughter of Takoda spilling over the pack link. It took a great strain of effort to keep calm enough to allow the woman her work without The Curse scaring her off.
For the most part the day had been a good one. War & Peace rolled alpha, so the pack was working primarily on attaining him the renown he would need to catch up to them. Suzie had Warren on a short and entertaining spirit quest with some strange Fae creature that Last wanted nothing to do with. Takoda was working on business models, and Boris was in Portland for some reason working off a hang over caused by a spirit named Payote and a loud concert that the Galliard had decided to sing along to over the pack link while the rest of Coyote's Children were trying to sleep.
For Last the day had started off with breakfast and an early morning climbing trip with Grace, his newly found kin, followed almost immediately by Warren telling him it was time to "hit the showers" with Coyote. While the young lupus Lord did not understand the phrase, he knew what it meant for him: a trip to the spa with his totem as payment for emotional damages. Full body massages, mud soaks, a facial, a wood smoke sauna, sex spiced with oils and perfume, and a mani-pedi was a great substitute for spiritual hoodwinks, but the poor wolf had know real idea of what he had gotten himself into. Coyote left nothing out.
When it was all done, the day had come and gone, Last felt more clean than he had ever felt in his entire life, and his fingernails and toenails were a bright cerulian blue.
Coyote looked him over as they got dressed and ready to leave, admiring the tattoos that represented his fetishes and the muscles of the man she had claimed as hers well before he had known her. "You know that even though I forgave you, I now owe you a trick of my own, right?"
He grunted with a quirked and devious grin, "I would do no different," he responded in a more fluent Albanian than his normally broken English.
"You may not have been my first choice," she embraced him from behind, pushing herself against him, "but you'll never be my last one." She bit into his ear playfully and groaned seductively before vanishing into the Umbra.
Last was alone, teased and left wanting. The simple things in life are always more than what they first seem. And in the game of sex and the eternal hunt, everything is complicated and it is never easy to determine the winner. Thankfully wolves enjoy many things and wolf that is also a man has a lot of options.
As much as sex is amazing, as great as it is to hit the climax of chemical and emotional stimulus, and as chaotic as it is, it is also complicated. Wolves court, humans court; wolves choose mates that have strength and beauty, humans also prefer partners that have these qualities; wolves mate at times of breeding, and while not all humans do this as scheduled, there are some that sync calendars to dates of moon flow and full flowering. Wolves and humans share many of the complications of sex, but there are things they do not. What wolf is ready to give their partner a backrub, a sensual handjob with light kisses, or tie their partner to the bedpost with silk rope and a blindfold?
A sane person in the World of Darkness would answer, "None," but they would be wrong.
A Shadow Lord is taught many ways of manipulation and dominance. Human kinfolk teach their True Born wolf cousins how to approach human enemies, or seduce potential allies. It isn't mating they are taught, it is the art of deception, the power to control another's emotions and will through suggestion and force of personality. Silver Fangs are often gifted in this arena versus their True Born peers, but a Lord trumps them in the mortal arena more often than not. Perhaps this age old game politics, trickery, and superiority is what has landed a son of Turkish slave traders, Roman generals, and Balkin knights into such an odd situation.
"Fuck Me Red, or Bitch Fight Blue," asked the tall woman of the new world's First People. Last knew her to be his totem, a totem spirit of trickery and war manifest in the mortal world for a day of hedonistic pleasures. She was in the process of making final selections on a fingernail polish color. Unfortunately, she did not intend for the color to be painted on her own nails.
"Uh," Last's face was screwed up in a look of cofusion, "blue?" He may have a great deal of training in sex and deception, but grooming on the other hand is something that just wasn't a priority.
"Good choice," she said with a grin. "Now hold still, or I will forget that I forgave you." She handed the bottle to an older Asian woman that sat ready to do her work, a placid expression holding back the laughter that Last knew was hiding behind it. "And no growling either, or I'll have to do it myself, and you won't like that, I can assure you."
The woman went to work as his totem picked a color for herself, a green the color of pine needles fresh from the tree. While the polish was applied, Last could hear the laughter of Takoda spilling over the pack link. It took a great strain of effort to keep calm enough to allow the woman her work without The Curse scaring her off.
For the most part the day had been a good one. War & Peace rolled alpha, so the pack was working primarily on attaining him the renown he would need to catch up to them. Suzie had Warren on a short and entertaining spirit quest with some strange Fae creature that Last wanted nothing to do with. Takoda was working on business models, and Boris was in Portland for some reason working off a hang over caused by a spirit named Payote and a loud concert that the Galliard had decided to sing along to over the pack link while the rest of Coyote's Children were trying to sleep.
For Last the day had started off with breakfast and an early morning climbing trip with Grace, his newly found kin, followed almost immediately by Warren telling him it was time to "hit the showers" with Coyote. While the young lupus Lord did not understand the phrase, he knew what it meant for him: a trip to the spa with his totem as payment for emotional damages. Full body massages, mud soaks, a facial, a wood smoke sauna, sex spiced with oils and perfume, and a mani-pedi was a great substitute for spiritual hoodwinks, but the poor wolf had know real idea of what he had gotten himself into. Coyote left nothing out.
When it was all done, the day had come and gone, Last felt more clean than he had ever felt in his entire life, and his fingernails and toenails were a bright cerulian blue.
Coyote looked him over as they got dressed and ready to leave, admiring the tattoos that represented his fetishes and the muscles of the man she had claimed as hers well before he had known her. "You know that even though I forgave you, I now owe you a trick of my own, right?"
He grunted with a quirked and devious grin, "I would do no different," he responded in a more fluent Albanian than his normally broken English.
"You may not have been my first choice," she embraced him from behind, pushing herself against him, "but you'll never be my last one." She bit into his ear playfully and groaned seductively before vanishing into the Umbra.
Last was alone, teased and left wanting. The simple things in life are always more than what they first seem. And in the game of sex and the eternal hunt, everything is complicated and it is never easy to determine the winner. Thankfully wolves enjoy many things and wolf that is also a man has a lot of options.