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By: Belgae Silverfang
belgae.silverfang@vandora.org

This is a bit of a romance/erotica, but the main characters are not
totally human, but wolves. ::grin::
Imagine, if you will two wolves steeped in the lore of what is known
today as the Native American. Add a little fantasy to the element, and
you have a good story. :)
ENJOY!

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        The huge silver wolf trotted into the forest, aware that the
black was following her. An ear flicked as she heard and felt his
presence. Her tail rose slightly as she quickened the pace, sure he was
going to keep up.
        A scent caught her nostrils and she paused to be sure of its
direction, then off again at the trot she went, leading the black wolf
deeper into the woods.
        At a small clearing, Belgae sat on her haunches and allowed Wolf
to catch up with her, coming to sit by her side. She smiled wolfishly at
her companion, her eyes speaking of deep things to him.
        Quietly, she began a calling song to the buck just out of sight
in the forest. When the buck appeared, she thanked it for coming to feed
her, and quickly dispatched the animal with grabbing it by the throat
and snapping its neck with her jaws. She stood over the buck and howled
an honor song for the deer's spirit, thanking it again for its willing
sacrifice so that others could eat.
        Gazing now at the shiny black furred wolf, she finally spoke.
        <<Will you share this meal with me? We will save a haunch and
take it back to the inn later, when we have eaten our fill. Full bellies
make better talk.>>
        She quietly walked over to him and licked his muzzle, bumping
her shoulder against his gently in a sign of friendship. The two ate,
side by side, filling one physical need they had. When they were done,
the silver one stepped away from the carcass and lay in the clearing.
        <<I am glad you decided to follow me, For I truly did not wish
to leave you behind, honor dictated to me I must. Your choice to follow
was your own, and a welcome one to me.>> She grinned as her tail thumped
the ground, scattering some of the fallen leaves.
        <<I will be truthful to you. I have need of a mate, pure and
simple, but I can not, will not, take what is not freely given. I would
share your bedding place, would share knowledge between my sky-wolf clan
and your earth bound one in order to promote better understanding
between the two peoples. It is said in the histories this must happen.
Once a mating is chosen, gifts between the two clans will be exchanged.
You would gain the ability to fly on wings as I do, and I would gain
some of your gifts. Thus the differences between the clans are lessened,
become more understandable to the others, the balance restored.>>
        <<I know this is hard to understand, but I was drawn to the inn
with a certainty I will not explain to you right now. Suffice it to say
that until you are certain, I cannot speak entirely with my heart.
Hetka eloe etay - I have spoken, it is so.>>
        With that, she placed her muzzle upon her paws, ready to listen
to his speech. The revelations she gave him enough to destroy if he so
wished.
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  <<You were hurt, and it was not a physical pain...worse yet, I felt
that I had caused it.  I was not willing to let you disappear, feeling
that way towards me.  I am a healer, and it is not just the body that
needs care.  As a healer, the worst thing I can imagine is causing
pain!>>  He settled back, glancing towards the sky, and taking stock
before he spoke again.  He needed the words to follow to be JUST RIGHT,
and as the words came again, his gaze was far away...a different time, a
different place...
  <<As for the other part of your message, I understand your pragmatism
in your need for a mate, and I appreciate your honesty.  You deserve
that much honesty in return, and that is why you sense my hesitation.  I
have been wounded and made heart-sore by one I thought would be my
life-mate, one I thought ws my soul-mate, and it has left me distrustful
of others offering beautiful words and unconditional love.  I need time
to chase away the demons of my past, before I can ever think of my
future...>>
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        The winged one's eyes softened with emotion as she edged closer
to the ebony wolf. A wingtip stretched across his back as she nudged his
neck with her muzzle. Drawing his furry head down onto her own forepaws,
she laid her head gently over his neck. A rumbling sigh escaped her
lungs as she gathered her thoughts.
        <<Would that I could snap my jaws and devour those demons that
cause you pain, for I could... if you would but think the idea to me. We
all have demons, in our pasts, our presents, and most likely in our
futures also. If you allow your past to consume your present, then the
hurtful one has won. What a hollow victory it is, but a victory none the
less. There be no honor in it, no coups to be awarded. Those victors
should hang their muzzles in shame for causing such pain to one of our
kind!>>
        She growled her frustration, silver hackles half rising at the
thought of the injustices.
        <<I once was very much like yourself. Afraid to reach out again
after losing my first mate. He was killed instantly in a accident, our
beta and best friend crippled in the hindquarters for what remained of
his short life after the accident.>>
        <<My second fared better, decided to hunt in deeper woods for
better game. He left the pack, turned his back on our ways. I would be
better off if he too was dead. He did mate myself, a respected alpha. I
brought him into the clan, and he shamed me beyond words. My pack then
thought my judgement faulty, choosing such an inferior mate. They have
drifted away and will only acknowledge me when they must.>>
        Her eyes misted a bit, almost tearing, but as wolves have no
ducts for those type of tears, none actually appeared. Idly, she washed
his ears in a concilliatory manner, seeking to console herself, yet
wishing to ease his anguish in turn.
        <<There is a dead place in my heart for both. One I remember
with gladness and grief, the other remembered with bitterness and pain.
I think, perhaps, we need one another. If not as mates yet, then as
companions, most certainly friends. Allow me to offer solace, and grant
me such in return. Tis all I ask for now.>>
        She caught his eyes with her own, gazing into them as she
continued.
        <<We are Lupine, different in our paths, yet very similar in our
lives. There was a reason that our trails crossed, our scents mingled.
Would we run a trail side by side, or should we run apart, run our own
trails alone? At least with the former, we could offer each other
protection, with the latter, we have no pack, and lone wolves are
vulnerable to attack by a multitude of enemies.>>
        Again, she awaited his reply, her head filled with thoughts all
in a jumbled state.
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  <<Friends, definitely...companions, perhaps...but at this time, I am
not ready for a mate.  My wounds still have not healed enough to even
THINK of such matters!  In time, maybe...?>>  His gaze drifted off, in a
day-dreamy look, and he could not or would not speak again for several
minutes.
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        <<Well, I shall not let the demons have you if I can help it, my
friend. You are far too worthy to live in your past, but healing time is
nigh... and it starts this moment!>>
        Suddenly she bounded to her paws with a gleam in her eye. The
silver one pounded the ground in front of him with her forelegs in a
playful gesture, tearing around into the forest only to bounce back down
in front of him again. She grinned broadly at him, her tongue lolling
out the side of her muzzle.
        <<Come on then, Let us not sit here all night and be depressed.
The time is here for action! No need for the melodramatic all the time,
eh? Time for play!>>
        She pranced around him comically, darting in every so often to
gently tug on his tail, or nibble at his ears. Growling fiercely in
play, she leaned down on her forelegs before the ebony wolf, her own
silver tail wagging vigorously above her head.
        THe black wolf just could not help himself but to chuckle at his
friend's silly antics.
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  He found himself unable to resist play any longer.  Being a social
animal, he'd missed having a friend to play with, even more than he
thought.  His pack had scattered far and wide, some chasing their own
trails, others (he feared) chased off for the time being by his own
pain.  Some alpha he was...well, maybe it was just about time to go find
his pack members, and get it all back together again.  But for now, it
was time to have some fun!
  He leapt at her, feigning a snarl...snapping at her, but not TOO hard.
 He chased her around the glen, she chased him, leaping and tumbling
like a couple of overgrown pups.  He laughed so hard it was hard to keep
his breath, but he didn't mind a bit...
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---
        Overjoyed, the great silver wolf romped with the ebony. The pair
became a blurr of bodies as they tumbled about in the clearing. Belgae
bounded past him, nipping his shoulder as she ran.
        <<TAG! You are IT!>> She gleefully spoke, racing into the woods.
        The massive black one had no trouble catching up, indeed nearly
collided into her from the rear as she stopped quickly. He had no choice
but to pounce on her from behind, grabbing her neck playfully in his
powerful jaws.
        <<Should not DO such to me, it may have unpredictable
consequences!>> His grinning face brightened.
        The two Lupines stood, muzzle to muzzle, each staring intently
at the other. Both were panting heavily with the chase, tongues lolling,
eyes locked to the other. With a wolfish smile, Bel padded softly past
his nose, raising her tail at the last second to give him a good whiff
of her scent. It filled his nostrils, going straight to his head. On an
instinctive impulse, he lapped at the source of the scent with his
tongue.
        Instantly, Belgae turned and rubbed herself back along the
length of his body to playfully grab one of his ears with her fangs. Her
tail held high now, her low gutteral growl filling his hearing. She
released his ear to walk beneath his neck, molding herself to his chest,
and giving him another heady scent as she carressed the other side of
his body. She prodded his tummy with her own muzzle, stretching her
tongue across a sensitive area.
        <<Perhaps it is not such a repulsive consideration?>> Her
mindspeak was soft. <<We both have needs, it would be most mutually
satisfying, would it not? Who could say this is not right for us? Surely
neither can deny...>>
        Slowly the pair of wolves turned around each other, nostrils
quivering with each other's scent so strong now the entire forest seemed
to quiet with the intensity of the wolves.
        A soft howl escaped the silver female as the huge ebony wolf
mounted, his own howl mixing with hers in strange melodic harmony.
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        He began a slow thrusting, grunting with each spasm of his
muscular body, his forepaws locked around his female's hip joints for
more penetration. The tip of his pointed penis found its own way into
the
inner sanctum, probing, searching for release.
        Belgae beneath him growled deep in her throat, her fangs bared
in a terrible face, as if to scare off any who would disturb their
mating. She could feel him deep inside her body, his long wolf member
swelling with every thrust, becoming huge as he drove into her. Silver
fur blended with black as she braced all four paws, her hips lifting to
his, urging him deeper, harder.
        Wolf seized her neck in a ferocious bite, using the leverage to
pound his stiff cock harder into Belgae, his own growls becomming more
intense with every stroke. Suddenly he broke through her to the object
of his quest. As his penis entered her womb, it began to engorge itself
with sperm. It filled her tightly as her own muscles clamped upon it.
Her insides stroked him, feeling him, wanting his release.
        The moment she felt his throbbing wolf cock's head attach itself
to the inside of her womb, her throat thrummed with the wolfsong. Fill
me, mate me, the circle of life continues, yes! Our cubs will grow
strong and we will be proud, the wolfsong sang to him, filling his being
as his thrusting penis swelled to a climax. Hot jets of his seed spurted
into the chasm, filling her with his desire. He lifted his great head as
a joyous howl emerged from the depths of his soul.
        Her own howl rose with his as the two wolves merged into one.
The harmonies were beautiful as the two sang out, and she felt his cock
jerking mightily as his steaming sperm drove into her. The muscles in
her vagina gently carressed him, milking every drop from him he could
give.
        Unsteady on her paws now, the beautiful silver slowly eased
herself to the floor of the forest. The act allowed the handsome male a
chance to take the weight off his hindquarters as the two, bonded
together, lay down.
        She could still feel him, hard inside her, his erection to take
a long time to ebb. Belgae craned her neck around so that she might take
in his gaze. Her desire and more evident in her features, she washed his
face gently with her tongue, smiling as his eyes closed and a happy sigh
escaped from his mouth.
        *********************************************************
        Quite some time later, the two lupines parted, desire and needs
sated for the time being. They trotted off to the stream for a much
needed drink of the cool water.
        As Bel lowered her head to drink, she watched him from the
corner of her eye. She revelled in this new found companion, and hoped
that tonight's mating would bring a closer friendship to them both. It
was needed by one, desired by the other, and mandatory most likely to
their survival.
        She padded over to him and he raised his muzzle from the water.
The silver one caringly licked the droplets from his lips and chin.
        <<There were no demons of the past this eve, were there?>>
Slyly smiled her eyes. <<There were only the two of us, and no room for
them to get in!>>
        He nodded, emotions running too high to speak, even through his
mind to her. She understood, and nudged him in friendship.
        <<Shall we gather the haunch we hid earlier, and take it to the
others at the inn, or shall we stay here, in the forest the rest of the
night, and return in the morning? There is one thing I would like to do
before we return... one small request...>>
        Her form shimmered in the moonlight, fur melting into skin. Her
soft doeskins draped over her shapely humaniod form. Her eyes speaking
for her heart, she held out her arms to him.
        "Come, Wolf of my Heart. Let us hold each other and cry no
more. Tonight there is joy within us."
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  He'd never Shifted before another before, and he had to admit a
certain reluctance.  Her change had come so softly, apparently without
the slightest trouble or pain.  His mind reached back to the first few
Shiftings, and he shuddered, recalling the agony.  Then, the loss of
control he used to suffer, Shifting at inopportune moments.  It had
taken him quite a while to gain the mastery over his change, so that
there was no longer any pain, and complete control.  Part of him wanted
to duck into the shadows to Shift, another part realized that she had
done the same, after all, why hide it?
  "Internal battle," he thought darkly, "it's almost a way of life for
me..."  In the end, he decided that it couldn't hurt for another who
shapeshifts to see him do it, and he shrugged lupine shoulders as he
willed the change.  Perhaps because she Shifted too, she could actually
HEAR the sound of drums beating softly in the background, rattles
keeping time.  His tail retracted, as the fur shivered and shrank away.
His muzzle sank back into a man's face, eyes changing back to human
colors...bones popping, and re-arranging into a man's form.
  He felt the adrenaline wearing off, and a wave of sleep washing over
him, as he sat down next to her, gently putting her head on his chest.
"WOLF-Who-Cries," he offered, holding her for a nap...
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        She smiled at the handsome one, now back to his human self, as
he sat down beside her. Sighing happily in his embrace, she felt
protected and secure.
        Belgae realized what a gift he had given her in offering his
name, she knew that among the earth-wolf clans it was not given lightly.
She wondered how he had come into it, speculating perhaps it was because
of the pain she felt within him.
        "Wolf-Who-Cries," She whispered softly to him as she snuggled
closer to his chest, "Would that I dry those tears in your soul and
bring a smile to it one day." She stretched to kiss him gently and he
drew her to him, deepening the kiss, savoring the moment.
        Her wings shimmered into existance and she quietly wrapped them
around her and Wolf for warmth in the frosty air.
        "Your shifting causes no pain to you?" He asked.
        "No, not at all. We are born with the ability to reform our
shapes, to mold the StarFire into other forms. It causes no pain. Our
power to do so is weak when we are young. It is hard to hold the forms
for very long. As we grow older, our ability to control more of the
StarFire increases, we learn to shape ourselves into more forms for
longer time." Belgae explained.
        Her gaze returned to his face to find his eyes had finally
closed in slumber. She closed her wings tighter around them both and
snuggled closer to hug his waist.
        As she chanted softly, a sheild of protectiveness hid the two
from detection as they slept.
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        The morning sun melted the frost away as it rose, and the
chirping of birds woke the two with their singing. Belgae stretched,
answering the birds with her own morning song. As she finished the last
verse, Wolf came to stand behind her and nuzzled her neck.
        They watched the sunrise together, one holding the other in an
embrace that spoke of friendship deepening.
        After performing the morning ceremonies, the pair walked back to
the inn hand in hand, the haunch of deer in a large pouch held over
Wolf's shoulder.
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