[M]  Put me to the test

Octavia

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2 y/o xlarge Female
© Centience

Heavy footfalls collided with soft grass, broad paws and heavy steps crushing the life beneath flattening the grass into nothing under her paws. This land, so far, well it was shit. She'd run into maybe one individual that was relatively interesting to her, and got to collide heads with one other. But that girl...she was insane. Was she insane? Octavia gave a huff, shaking her massive head, large heavy horns causing the movement to be much more dramatic deep violet audits drew back against her crown head lingering close to the earth as she attempted to track something down to eat. 

The valley was alive with plenty of options to pick from, of course Octavia had her eyes set on something large to satisfy her grumbling, aching angry stomach. That only made her temper churn beneath the surface. Chartreuse eyes would narrow into thin slits as she eyed the herd of elk from a distance. Stalking along the border of where they would graze but she was anything but quiet, kicking rocks, shuffling her large feet huffing and making a fuss. The elk had looked up several times, keeping wary eyes upon her, but deeming her not to be an immediate threat they would go back to their foraging enjoying the plentiful grass the summer provided. 

The woman growled, eyes fixed as she launched herself after the herd without a second thought, allowing impulse to guide her. Of course they ran, the herd scattered long before her large heavy body made it even close. The woman snarled frustration bubbling from her a paw slamming down heavily as she snapped her jaws at the bolting elk. "Dammit!" she cursed the air, ears pinning back against her crown, nestling around her large horns. She was far too bulky for this, her weight alone gave her the disadvantage. Maybe..if she tried for something smaller. Not that she could catch a rabbit or anything they were...much too fast. 

Huffing she stalked over to the treeline, head and horns colliding roughly with the bark of a tree in her irritation she slammed her head in again angling her skull rotating to the side so the tip of her horn could shear into the trunk. Ripping nasty cuts and marks into the trunk the woman reared her head back again swinging it down to collide once more and this time an audible crack! could be heard from the tree as ut began to give. She huffed, leaning her head there against the tree, haunches slumping to the ground. 


"Speaking"

 
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Astarte

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5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
© rettamkrad



 "Lucien, what is that?" Her aduits erected, tail lashing once at the air with sudden curiosity as she came to a halt. Her white bird departs from her shoulder, quickly with ease flying high in the blue sky to look forward ahead. "A herd of elk- spooked. Presumably by this large wolf," he says telepathically while nodding towards it's direction. She resumed forward with tall steps, her familiar remaining in the air while supervising the wolf seen a few meters ahead. Guarded by default, her beautiful features neutral as she followed below her familiar. 

Fuchsia gaze looking ahead with an expectant shine to them- awaiting to discover the other soon enough. It's then a ruckus is heard by her large tufted auds; she pauses for a minute, contemplating with hesitancy to approach the stranger. But that soon subsides-, as she finally has view of what she perceives as a bulky horned male. Her orbits lean forward on his hearty physique, perceiving every inch of detail on his body with internal pleasure. Thick head, muscular body, flanks to the ground. And a broken tree. Her brows slightly raise with conclusion, her orbs squeezing at his backside as she dared felt jealousy towards the tree- at how much emotion it seenIt got

Astarte saw his frustration. But she also saw determination, perhaps even passion. She is drawn closer as her familiar remains high above with a piercing look at the other. Slowly, Astarte halts, her lavish tail retrieving over her high ankles as her pink toes press still. Her own horned head leveled as she stared ahead, her tall body firmly on the ground. "What a beautiful view you are. Please- do not scathe it." She is suave, purposefully. Her voice lovely and soft. Boldly exposing her attraction to the stranger. Absolutely preoccupied with him as her gaze softens, searching to meet his face.


 
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Octavia

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2 y/o xlarge Female
© Centience

"What a beautiful view you are. Please- do not scathe it." The soft, inviting soothing coo of the womans voice was what drew Octavia from her musings, her insistent collision with the tree again and again and again. Immediately upon the words, the hint of vocals the womans violet audits drew back, flattening tighter against her skull. Dark lip twitching and curling her chartreuse eyes slowly shifted, narrowing into thin slits as she let them gaze upon the holder of these words. This noise which disturbed her. But what she found was much to her surprise, before her was a delicate woman of soft features, blush pinks adorned primarily ivory fur, dusting her underside she bore sharper pink eyes. Octavia huffed, allowing her cold eyes to caress the beauties frame. She was...seemingly frail, tall yes but lean and sleek. A porcelain doll against the stark contrast of Octavia's brutish conformation. 

And she had..complimented her. The woman wrinkled her black nose slightly, she hadn't recalled ever being appreciated for her physical appearance in the past. "I think the tree has more to worry about being scathed than I" she finally rumbled, pivoting on her rump before she lifted her massive weight from the ground, she sauntered over to the other woman, a lack of consideration for the strangers personal space Octavia would draw close....if the pale woman would allow it. She huffed a low growl rumbling from her chest. "As does anyone else who crosses me" the woman rumbled, her voice like a quake across the earth. 

She'd stand facing her, her greedy eyes locking onto the womans face and following her slender muzzle to her jaw line and then up to those impressive curved horns. Much thinner that Octavia's were, but they came to a sharp point at the end. Where her own were rounded and blunt, meant for blunt force trauma and opposed to puncturing. She let her eyes linger there, until she was satisfied with her observation, then she'd take a step closer. Broad paws heavily setting to the earth as she'd bury purple nose into the other females shoulder breathing in her scent before angling her head to - as gently as she could manage (not without likely pushing the woman off balance a bit) rub the side of her head against the stranger. 

PP permission granted!


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Astarte

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5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
© rettamkrad
Mature.

Such duality that consisted here, she felt drawn to the man. His gravitational essence hard to fight, not that she wanted to. Somehow he is perceived as a potential threat- as his intimidation is flawless, dare she say purposeful. His body robust, his girth great and round. His attention steady and movements precise in their every fiber.

It was when his medallion stare landed on hers- their faces parallel as both giants looked. His gaze piercing, harsh. Squeezing her features, drinking her in too fast. She softly gasps at his behold, shuddering before him as he spoke with an effeminate voice that struck her with initial confusion. Was this a woman?- she'd ask questions later. The tones virgin to her ears as she flattens them briefly. He radiates growls that can be undeniably felt- and it only tenses her more. Reckoning she stay put.. & still before the Goliath. 

The brute's demeanor was ruling, cold and so unwelcoming. She watches him with unwavering eyes, her internal uncertainty keeping her still like a statue. Letting him have what he will of her. Allowing him to see what he wanted to. A mix of fear and attraction aiding in his spell over her- hypnotizing Astarte with those alluring sun-blazing eyes.

& before she knew it, they're touching. His hot breath expelling with a force of an aggravated bull. His own aroma musky and thick, almost sweet as it surrounds her. His wet nose cold to the warm skin of her right shoulder as he so openly indulged in her. A fleeting sense of internal arousal surfaces involuntarily, her hormones bleeding through inevitably. Pulling her to desire seclusion and privacy with him. Still, there was a fleeting hesitation. 

His bulky crown rubs her jawline, and as he is so intimately close, she whispers with a quivering tone as she's nudged slightly by him. "You frighten me." She exhales, standing still with twitching flanks, her tail swaying once with the building tension. Astarte a virgin in it all- never having been touched by another.




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Octavia

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2 y/o xlarge Female
© Centience

She would bend, giving beneath the pressure of Octavia's stare, a likes of which the behemoth had rarely experienced in her short life time. She would huff as the girl trembles and caved, typically most of those of which Octavia came into contact with shied away from her intimidating stature, they trembled not because they were impressed or moved by her; but because they were afraid. And perhaps she was, but there was something else there too, a longing for whatever it was this beast had to offer. She takes the lack of refusal as an invitation; not that she would have been deterred had the woman drawn from her, for she knew little of boundaries, failing to understand why individuals set them in the first place. They meant little to her. Nothing. 

She rubs her dark plated nose deep into the thick fur around the womans chest, allowing the pale strands to drape over her face she sighs gruffly onto the womans flesh., taking her time to investigate every inch of her. All the while much like a feline Octavia rubs against her, dousing the stranger in her scent every where she touches, her nostrils flare, breathing in a scent she'd not experienced before but one that draws her closer to the woman. "You frighten me."  Octavia huffs at the quivering whispered words, a single ear flicking in the womans direction, her gaze shifting to find her eyes for a moment. 

"I should" she muses back roughly, yes of course. The frail form of the one before her, while tall and large is so...breakable. Purple maw comes to part, seeking to nip at the side of the womans neck. And then she shifts, drawing her attention down the others neck, arching the top of her head against the girls shoulder she lingers there, facing opposite to her Octavia moves slowly. Large paws pressing into the earth almost entangling with the stags own, she rubs the side of her face along the girls pale side, nuzzling deep into the crook of her belly where her thigh meets her stomach. Nosing there first before Octavia moves to the womans backside, attempting to nudge her long tail out of her way. She does not ask, nor does she give a glance to seek acknowledgement for permission. Besides, what is the worst the frail beauty could do to her? 

-face to black if Astarte allows it-


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Astarte

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5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
© rettamkrad
Mature.

This is female. Her lids cease some, eyes widening slightly for a moment as her thoughts swirl, spiking slight anxiety as she realizes this. Astarte's sexuality hadn't been defined, even considered until now. Her stomach churning and the feeling of fluttering excitement, she felt suddenly un-ready

Hesitancy swelling, perhaps even worry as she's entangled more and more with this w o m a n. Her voice smooth, deep and certainly female as she replied to Astarte. Brute girl, how could such a fae be so brute- a very ambiguous wolf. Spirit of female but appearing m a l e at first glance. Confusion, uncertainty,- but there is no time for it. Too late.

She's still as a lapis lazuli stone- frigid and still as she's slightly pushed back when the brute moves over her sleek frame. Breathing Astarte in, the brute's blocky head easily bruising the dainty girl's neck with a released gasp. The darkling goes to linger on her light shoulders now before moving it's way down to her navel. The cold plates of the beast's snout making Astarte shudder and shift weight with apparent timidity.

The pink woman says nothing, compelled by her whims to let it happen. Completely silencing her thoughts, she becomes entirely present to join with Octavia in this court. This new, pure & sexy courtship. Astarte relaxes now, indulging in the bliss. Her lids slowly close as a calmness centers her as Octavia nears her backside- and with a deep exhale, she was ready.

-fade to black-

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