Sexy Can I? (Duke)

[Wolfeh]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0, true][atrb=width,603,true]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0, true][atrb=width,288,true]

[atrb=background,http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj106/horselandsixion/Graphics/tangobr.jpg][scrolly:h(278),w(296),sy,c(111)] The moon shone above Route. Causing all the trees, grass and such to become shiny like. A cool breeze swept threw the land. Shocking most creatures since the day was hot. Though the animals felt a small pang of relief. Though it would only last the night before it would warm up again. The breeze blew again and this time ruffled the fur on my pelt. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I trotted along. My white colored paws kissed the ground as my brown colored pelt glided effortlessly across the landscape. Inhaling deeply I paused. Enjoying myself for once. I have gained much of my confidence back since I escaped Morgra's clutches. I never felt such evil in one canine. Or rather one animal before. It was so powerful I felt it come off of her in waves. Though one thing I am glad that happened was that she let me go. Rather than chase after me. Her words left a scar on my heart though. Though I don't think her words meant anything. It was how she said it. Such venom on her lyrics, and such evil shone through her eyes. Thats what scared me. Keep your nose to the wind cause I will get you again, next time, skila, you won't get away alive, came her voice once more. Interrupting my thoughts and causing me to shiver once more. I sighed before I continued on once more. I made sure I never left the pack's lands in fear that Morgra would fulfill her evil promise. That's not what I was out here for. I knew Duke could use my information I had locked away in my brain from being a sort to speak spy. Though I didn't intend to be a spy for the Rig pack. Then again could that be the reason that Duke accepted me into the pack? Surely not. Maybe he just wanted more females to have cubs with. What ever it was I didn't care. If he wanted me to carry his pups or relieve himself I would. All he really had to do was ask. Though I wasn't going to tell him that. Suppose that makes me sound like a whore. Well I couldn't really be a whore if I stuck with one male could I? Surely not. Besides I don't think Duke would like it if his females bred to another male outside his pack. I gave my head a good shake, clearing all my thoughts before I sat down and began to wash myself. Hoping that Duke would come. I needed to talk to him and perhaps he needed me too. My tongue groomed my fur with rhythmic licks. Smoothing down ruffled fur and cleaning all dirt from my pelt. My head jerked up as a scent hit my nose causing me to jump. My brown eyes burned through the undergrowth. Hoping it was Duke instead of someone else. Muse: awesome Words: 502 Puppet: Tango Comment:I did put her saying she would be his sex slave XP [/scrolly]

[/size][/td][td][atrb=width,19,true][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[GREYtheFLAILER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true]

[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. I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx. Fuck Breeding Season. Fuck it all. Duke thought to himself angrily, his brows furrowing as he trotted along the hot pavement of the road. The Doberman found things so hard; so entirely hard, during this season. He could barely grasp at his own control, and Duke tended to just... loose it. Entirely. He would lose track of his thoughts, and his instinct would just take over. Duke knew it could be problematic, although he tried to convince himself this certain... obsession with females was, indeed, what he wished. He could resist if he wanted, couldn’t he? The brute shook his head in frustration as he trotted, his muscles pulled taught. He felt the need, again. It came around every so often, so strong, that he could barely keep his thoughts straight. Usually it was at these times, when Duke would go off and find some female to have his way with. Well now, since he was an alpha, the Doberman was trying a different tactic. Isolation. Maybe if he stayed away from any intoxicating, absolutely unbearable scents, his little plan would work. However, the brutes plan came to a skidding stop, when the scent of one of his newer members, Tango, drifted to him. The Doberman’s entire frame came to a dead halt, one leg freezing in mid-step, hovering above the ground in hesitation. He should ignore it, and keep going. Shouldn’t he? The brute inhaled again, his chest expanding with the movement, as the aroma he so intensely adored filled his nostrils. He let out a slow breath, before looking in to direction of the scent. Fuck being a good boy. With that thought, the Doberman headed right towards the scent, his eyes searched about him desperately. The Doberman’s head lowered into a more predatory stance, as he searched. God damn it, where was she? It was then, as Duke was about to give up and go mad, that he spied her. And that slow, victorious smile spread across his features. Duke immediately slowed his movements to look more controlled, though he couldn’t stop the constant flexing of the muscles lining his neck and sides. It was his only restraint, currently. The Doberman raised his head slightly, his smile interested as ever. She had no idea how badly he wanted her, right now. But he hadn’t even said hello, yet. Duke’s ears swivelled forwards, as he came to a halt a few feet away, not trusting himself to get any closer. “Tango, it’s a pleasure.” He said in greeting, his eyes roaming over the contours of her body quickly. Hot damn. Duke didn’t exactly care what the female looked like, as long as he got a little action. But hey, he would admit, Tango wasn’t a female he’d regret having a little ‘fun’ with. A sly chuckle slipped from between parted lips, as the brute watched her. “What might a female such as yourself be doing out here, all alone?” He asked, raising a perfected brow suggestively. He was hinting; this much was true. But he would wait for her to catch on to these things, you see. Duke would hint and hint, but never actually come out and say anything, first. He would let the female catch on, see. Then, and only then, would he get her ideas on such needed things. And if she refused? Well, that depended on if she was a loner, or not. Because loners had no rights, in Duke’s opinion. But pack members? He would have to respect their decision. Fuck breeding season. 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...

[/i][/color]



Words: 676
Muse: Alright
Notes: He's a pervert, I know. :3
Sorry this fails, and that he has quite bad language here. [/size][/blockquote][/color]

[/sub][/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][tr][td]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]