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RP/PSL meme catch-all

This post serves as a space to play. For dressingrooms (yes even bakerstreet or TLH), homeless characters, whether you're a passerby, it's 12am or 3am, my ship is an empty ship. You may leave a voice, text, message, do action tags, etc. Just find a prompt you like, and leave it in an ooc note. For suggesting scenerios, private RP, PSLs, just shoot me a PM.

"Hello there! you reached the inbox of Father Abel Nightroad. I'm really busy right now, and as soon I am humanely unbusy, I'll get back to you! Please, feel free to leave a voice-message, text, e-mail! Much blessings to you."

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She felt his hand on her shoulder and barely heard what he said as his scent just became more appealing to her but then again, she wasn't exactly in control of herself anymore so at least he had the restraint she didn't.

For her, Rip's never had a mate before. She always seemed to be able to avoid males whenever she was in season and it helped that before now she was always alone. No family, no pack.. nothing. She had been utterly alone before he saved her. So being in heat with a desirable male near her..One that was willing to protect and claim her had a huge appeal to her.

"Zhen.. tonight? I like you Abel so I vouldn't mind hafing you az my mate.. you've done nozhing but take care of me und zhat haz its own appeal." Her voice was quiet as she remained against him. Even she could smell that he was interested. He just had more restraint than her.

With a sigh, he knows when she grows older and self-reliant, she might leave him someday to fend for herself, and the student will leave the teacher. He's an old wolf, passing his prime by a few years. Though before that day comes when she might leave him for whatever reason, they'll spend a few seasons together...and that gave him some hope for the upcoming seasons...for this year at least, though for more years, he wasn't sure. He didn't look that far into the future.

The idea of having a mate and company really appeal to him, and he was lonely, hunting and howling to himself on most quiet nights. The long years of being alone that he no longer cared for caring a pack as he learns to care and fend for himself, and he's too old leading a pack, as no wolves around the region will follow him, and they called him a strange one, an eccentric old wolf, because he rather lives inside an abandoned house where humans used to live rather than living in the forest in the wild like them.

"All right, but when you come to your senses, I won't leave your side ever even after that." Once her reason and rationale come back to their senses, most likely their routine living in the same house with him will be the same as before. The only difference, he predicted that after a few days of her heat will passed, their relationship as him being a guardian might change.

Hiding a blush, since it has been a very long time since he last has a mate. "Um...you are a beautiful wolf. Your eyes and fur are like the color of the oceans. That's when I first thought when I saw you last night...though I didn't think we're going to mate." He said. "So...maybe not tonight. If you want to, we can do it now...before we go to sleep..."

Speaking of oceans, an idea struck him. "Please, come with me. There's a tower of this church. If we climb upstairs, we have a good view at least." He took her hand to show her the hidden stairs at one of the halls where it's accessible by opening a large door. "It's a lot of stairs because it's high, but we'll have a good view." He said as he leads her to climb up the stone stairs.

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What would happen once her heat passed and her senses returned? Who knew but, Rip had a feeling that even then, she wouldn't be leaving his side for a few years at least. She didn't know what it was like to be in a pack, her own barely remembered and long gone. She had been a pup when they died..

"Und you're handzome.. I like your silver fur und your eyes." She was blushing a bit as she leaned against him, nuzzling against his neck. His age didn't seem to bother the younger wolf and who knew? Maybe if she gave him enough offspring, they could have their own pack. "I'd love to mate vith you now.." She was definitely eager to and he could probably smell it as he too her hand and lead her towards the tower. The stairs didn't seem to bother her as they started up them and easily kept pace as she laced her fingers through his.

Already her heart was pounding in her chest with anticipation of what might be to come. That.. and she was curious of the view he wanted to show her.

"Ah, please...I'm an old wolf and I think I'm going to go gray a little..." But he is flattered by her compliments, to say the least. With a huff, as he climbed the stairs, leading the way. "I lived alone here, so I would think the world will to learn to forget old me."

If she keeps nuzzling like that, his self-restraint is starting to erode, showing more of his tender side to her, but he wanted her to see the view first. Once they arrived at the top of the tower, he opened the door to reveal a room where there is one window and one single bed with a wooden bed frame with a canopy overhead made in a renaissance style.

There's a lot of paintings hanging on the stone walls, paintings of still life from nature, people from the nearby villages, and a wooden canvas with an incomplete work in progress of a scene, an unfinished work. There are art tools around and cans of paint on the tables and floor. She never came to this room before, this is the first time he brought her.

"I don't use this bedroom to sleep here every night. I used this tower to paint." When he brought her to the window. "I'm not sure if you ever have seen the ocean before, but look outside. The ocean...when the sun sets or rose over the horizon, and the ships coming over to the nearby port of the village. But at night, when the stars are out, I can find the stars of Orion." There's a lighthouse tower at a cliff at a distance, so the building look small.

But it wasn't night yet since it was morning and the sun slowly rose brighter. "If you want to see the forest, that's the other tower on the other side of the wing. There are four towers, and this is one of the four, covering east, west, north, and south." He said, and then he checks the closet to bring out a bottle of wine.

"Would you like a drink at least? All of that stair climbing make me thirsty."

Old or not, her instincts found him comforting and appealing as she followed him up the tower. When they finally reached the room at the top, she had to pause to take it all in. Rip could smell the paints and the sight of the various paintings definitely caught her attention at first.

Did he paint these...? He did! Then he had quite a bit of talent and she could see that playing out through the incomplete piece. His words drew her to the window and the view stole her breath away. Rip had never seen the ocean before now and honestly didn't know what lay beyond the mountains and the forests they roamed. To see it now.. She could see why this might be one of his favorite views.

Especially with the way the sun was rising over the horizon. For a moment, her heat was forgotten as she just took in the view. "It's beautiful...I didn't realize it vas beyond zhe forest like zhis." And hopefully, she'd get to see it at sunset as well just so she could see the stars from up here.

Her attention was drawn back to him when he mentioned the other towers. She had noticed them before and never given them much thought. She wasn't aware that they could actually go in them! Now she wanted to see them...eventually. The wine in his hands brought her back to why they were up here as she nodded slightly, blushing faintly as she wandered back towards him.

"I'd love a drink vith you." Part of her wondered if they would be making use of the bed this morning as she moved back to his side, his scent capturing her once more as she ghosted her fingertips up his arm. She couldn't help it... her instincts were driving her harder than before with him so close and her desire to mate just kept on being more and more irresistible. "How about zhis morning? Vill you share zhe bed vith me?"

"The forest, we were there last night. I can show you the view later which is in the east tower. We're in the south tower." He said, and he popped open the wine bottle, removing the cork and handed the bottle to her.

He can sense she's being eager and that's the heat talking. Her nudgings is bringing him out of his shy shell. "Here, you have the honors first. At least taste the wine first. It's good vintage and it tasted sweet." He said. As she spoke, listening, "Whenever I managed to sell my paintings, sometimes I'll save up so I can grab a ship to travel to the city on the other side. The city on the other side sometimes have a carnival or a festival, and my paintings sell better over there. The hard part is to blend in with the humans there."

After she had her turn with the wine, and he took a drink, a big swing of it. "You're very playful...I forgot how to play like a wolf." He won't admit that for all of these years, he's lonely, almost a shell and lonely empty husk of who he used to be...though with his paintings where he poured the years into them, recording the day to day life of his solitary existence, being tamed by mingling with humans and getting what he needs from them, he become a more civilized werewolf. In comparison, she's almost feral.

"The bed is a good start." So, taking the initiative, he lightly pounces on her on the bed. It was a firm bed, so there's hardly a bounce, and had her pinned on the bed while being on top of her. His silver hair cascading down his shoulders, so he has to flip aside, less she gets tickled by them.

There's a playful growl, though shy but male, as he nipped on her throat where he previously bit her, kissing her gently and shyly, but then growing with confidence, remembering caring for her, his kisses grow steadily passionate.

She nodded, agreeing to see the other view later as she took her drink and sipped it. Rip was more than a little eager and where he might have been 'tamed' she was far from it being so young. Perhaps, she just needed to remind him what it was really like to be a wolf with a companion again? Or at least, how to relax and let go for a bit and not be so.. human.

The paintings really did tell quite the story once and one she'd look a little closer at later when she was thinking straighter and more herself. Something that might take a few days to settle down once they became more intimate...

"Zhen perhaps, I'm just zhe right volf to remind you how to be playful~." she smiled as she finished her drink and set hers down. How long had he been alone like this..? She didn't have the faintest idea. But, that ended tonight. At least for a little while as she brushed against him again. She wanted to play.. to feel him on her and in her..

So when he took the initiative, she was eager to fall back on the bed as he pounced her, her body already flushed and eager as he pinned her to the firm bed with him on top of her. Even with his silver hair cascading down his shoulders, it only served to mix with her long dark hair, creating quite the contrast as she stared up at him with eyes that just begged him to mate with her.

The shy playful growl sent a shiver down her spine as he started to nip at her throat, right along where he had bit her. Even with the deep bruise there, she still found pleasure in his nips and kisses as she let out a soft breathy moan while he gained more confidence.

The more passion he put into it, the more excited she seemed to get for him.

Having drunk some wine, to warm the both of them, that puts Abel in the mood, but he's tipsy and not drunk, as Abel had drunk heavier drinks before and wine isn't heavy enough.

"We shall see..." Abel has long given up finding the One as there's no such thing he learns from his long life. Looking for the right mate in wolves...then moving onto humans and willingly become a companion for them even if it's temporary or long-term, and outlived his human companions, which is few as he's a quiet man. So even during the kiss, he wasn't certain...but she's open to him, and all of his sadness, he accepts her willingness and playfulness.

"But let's do something about your heat..." From her throat, he kisses her, gently nibbling her soft lips, and then with some maneuvering, he encourages her to undress and remove the rest of their clothes. "At least, here...I'm the only guy here." And hopefully, put his scent on her to ward off the other males, even though they far miles away and they're the ones in this tower.

After undressing, he continues. His kisses and nibbles and gentle bites speak of experience, of a life long lived of mates passed, long before he met her, and the moment she undressed, he moves slowly to play with her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, and gently sucking on one of them if she has no protests with him initiating foreplay to get her body to warm up to him. He has big hands, almost slender, hands of a scholar and painter, hands that are more used to handling books and drawing on his paintings, and once young, hands and fists in fights fighting for territory and in quarrels.

It doesn't take much encouragement to get her undressed and as soon as they were out of their clothing, she was back to being laid out beneath him on the bed, eager and willing as her instincts take over with such an experienced and strong male with her. "Please...make me yours."

Why would she want any other male right now? His scent filled her senses, driving her to accept every kiss, every touch eagerly as he makes his way down to her breasts and begins to play and tease them. With how sensitive she was becoming it wouldn't be hard to get her worked up from his gentle foreplay as he kneaded and caressed her breasts.

The feeling of his mouth around one of them made her gasp, followed quickly by a soft moan as she gently ran her hands through his sliver hair. Why would she make him stop? Everything he was doing right now felt very good to the younger female.. and considering she hasn't been with any other male before, his experience was perfect to show her just how good mating could be.

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