It's a little misty? (duke and Misty)

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Duke The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx. It was rather easy for Duke to notice the glazed state of her eyes; the confusion she seemed to be experiencing. She looked disorientated, and exactly what he imaged she should, after falling such a distance. But worse. The Doberman waited, laying a few feet from her, muscles restless, and itching to move closer. Though, he waited until he saw memory enter her eyes; recollection saving letting her remember who he was. It was then as she shook her head, Duke got up quickly, trotting over to her to lower his head, grazing his muzzle lightly against her in slight comfort. He wasn’t one to comfort others. So, clearly, this female was lucky. Duke watched her fall back and his eyes narrowed slightly, as he sent a look towards the ceiling. His gaze wasn’t projecting hatred; but rather a questioning, calculating image. He was ashamed he hadn’t come across such things. It would have been better for Duke to fall through readily, compared to having such things happen to Misty. The Dobermans gaze flickered towards the ground, where Misty was lying, quick enough to see her flinch, eyes closing forcefully. It wouldn’t take a fool to figure she was in pain, and it took Duke a moment to remember what it felt like. Yes, the Doberman was used to pain. Not entirely, but he was used to being inflicted by it. Used to having the brutal canine teeth of brutes dig into his flesh; tearing and pulling at it relentlessly. Unless Duke put a stop to it, that is. Though, he dealt with pain. And it did take him a minute to understand not everyone was as tough as he; not everyone had a tolerance for pain. At that moment the ebony she-wolf spoke, causing Duke’s ears to swivel around, perking up on his skull eagerly. And as soon as she’d finished, Duke’s gaze flickered to her leg, where it seemed slightly like a disfigured, bloody mess. Though, Duke was an intelligent male. Not everything looked at it seemed. He gave her a single look; a simple warning, before leaning down to lick at the wound lightly. Cleaning it? Yes. The brute finished after a moment, before getting a good look at the wound, and coming to a conclusion the female’s leg was not broken. Badly bruised, yes. That was where the numbness would have come from. And to be honest, there was nothing Duke could do. He would just have to make sure she kept it clean, and let nature take it’s course. The brute turned to face her, his expression grave and serious as always, as if he didn’t care. But his actions spoke otherwise. “Misty, your limb is not broken, but badly injured. You must keep it clean, and let it heal, alright?” He asked simply, before attempting a small smirk. That was as close as it would get to a warm smile. The Doberman then restored himself to his full height, shaking off his coat briefly, before looking back down at her. “Until then, sleep. I’ll be here once you awaken.” Duke said simply, reclining into a sitting position. His tactics? The brute knew her leg needed time to heal, and that she would feel no pain if she slept. However, the stench of blood stained the air, now. Thus welcoming little vermin, such as coyotes and strays in look of a meal. They weren’t actually vermin, no. But they were to Duke. He stretched out his neck, arching it, before gazing back towards Misty. His words had been quite demanding, though he had a feeling she’d understand. And trust him. Why? Because Duke did plan on being present when she awoke. Going the night without sleep was not something he wasn’t used to, therefore it would be easy. Perfectly easy. And hell, the next morning had plenty of things to bring. A new awakening, a new setting... And a new season. One in which Duke just happened to be... Excited for. I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster. I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster... Words: 763 Muse: Meh Notes: Sorry it took me so long. xP I was sick all this week, therefore suffering from muse-loss. xD BLETHERRRR.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Misty could not remember where she had seen him but his touch...oh his touch it was amazing. It sent shudders all the way down her spine and something she couldn't stop. The moan out of her muzzle. Her yellow eyes found his as he ordered her to sleep. Pain struck her as she lied her head down and her eyes fluttered. Drowsiness took over, sleep drowned her as she drifted. Slightly shifting she watched Duke until her eyes shut once more until she was asleep. It was not a peaceful sleep, not even close. Misty saw Duke and her together but she was not happy, she was mad. Nothing seemed right for he seemed so....so nice. Maybe Duke was not as he threw at her. She had lost her memory of what caused her to fall. In this nightmare she was running through a forest and all of a sudden she fell through a hidden hole and crashed.... The ebony wolfess gasped and jumped awake. It was daylight again and Duke was a little ways off. Her breath came in quick ragid breaths and her coat was hot and damp. Sighing as she realized it was a nightmare she tried standing. Gladly she easily slid into the standing position. Shaking out her coat she noticed just how humid it was. Nothing seemed to be moving as the humidity made a all too familiar scent surround them. The smell that automatically sent dread through her finely shaped body and would make Duke go into a frenzy. The smell was her heat. She was in season and heavily. The moment that realization hit her she got a look of dread on her features. Duke? How did you sleep? She was trying to ignore that she was in heat as she walked to him with a limp. Her body relaxed and her eyes upon someone who felt so familiar......yet so.....unknown? Hopefully something good woul come out of this.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Duke The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx. To some, Duke may have seemed completely fascinated by the simple sight of Misty sleeping. However, they would have been so, entirely wrong. The brute’s head was aligned with his shoulders as he sat, eyes fixed on her sweating form. It was clear she was dreaming; the male could tell that by her expression. She was uncomfortable and unhappy looking. Though, that wasn’t exactly why the Doberman was sitting staring at her, madness growing within the depths of his dark eyes. He was completely tense, muscles pulled taught to restrain himself. Why, was he so completely rigid? She had come into season. And frankly, this fact left Duke bothered, and completely out of control when it came to his own actions. He was holding himself back as well as he could, grasping eagerly at any sense of control he had. Although, his mind would waver from though, drifting towards the pleasure he longed so badly. Duke always became like this with the first female he came across, during season. So entirely consumed by his hormonal instincts, that it was hard for him to think; hard for him to even function properly. He couldn’t get her off of his mind. Not because he cared for her more than normal, but because he knew what pleasure she could bring him. And as Duke sat there, like a statue of perfection, he was fighting himself. And very close to losing, at that. He watched as he dream seemed to get worse, his brows furrowing and breath quickening. But he wouldn’t move. Duke feared if he got closer to her; to the scent, he wouldn’t be able to stay calm. The brute’s eyes narrowed momentarily, only before his expression shifted into one of grave seriousness once more, as her eyes flickered open with a gasp. Duke observed her silently, watching her lift herself up with ease, though favouring her damaged limb. It was at that moment Misty looked towards Duke, her words escaping her in a feminine tone that both excited him, as well as caught him off guard. However, it took Duke a moment to get a hold of himself, to speak properly. “I stayed awake during the course of the night. However, that is of no matter. How was your sleep, Dove?” He asked slowly, forcing his voice to return to its normal seductive, yet charming tone. It was then she walked closer to the Doberman, causing his body to tense, and go completely rigid. The scent hit him like a slap in the face, causing his jaw to tighten, his back legs unfolding to leave him standing. His blood pumped through him quickly, and Duke lowered his head, before jerking it back up to its regular position. He tried to seem calm and collected. But it wouldn’t take a genius to see the brute was completely restless. The Doberman exhaled harshly, his breath hoarse as he did so. Oh, how foul this world was. Duke noted the limp in Misty’s step, and decided he would stay in control to get close enough to try and comfort her. At that thought, the brute walked forwards, letting his pelt brush against hers teasingly, as he dipped his head down to lick her wounded leg lightly. After a moment he pulled back, looking over his shoulder at the female. He was still tense, yes. But a little more controlled. However, Duke still intended on having a little fun with the she-wolf beside him. “You’re wound seems to be healing well.” He said simply, walking away from her leg, a little uncalled for spring in each and every stride. Oh, how excited he was, indeed. Now see, normally Duke would just hop on her and get things going. But, Misty was a part of his pack. And unless he wanted to make her a captive, he would have to restrain from forcing her. Because forcing females into things usually ended up... vile. They would snap back, for the most part. And Duke wouldn’t want to waste such an attractive little femme, like Misty. He turned towards her, head lowering, eyes flickering momentarily towards her rump. Duke’s jaw tightened slightly, before his signature smile spread across his features. If only she got the message, and was happy to oblige. I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster. I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster... Words: 807 Muse: Meeeeeeh. e.e Notes: Sorry it took so long, lmao. He's kinda... insane right now, as you can see. *pets creeper Dobie*

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