The Illicit Accident (Illyrian-Hephaestus)

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He could hear here coming from half a mile away, and perked up, tail wagging furiously, even as she almost fell over herself. Happily, he licked her muzzle at a half-sit half-lie, his heart soaring. Finally, she was here with him, close by. Even the day itself seemed to clear up, the grey-clouds starting to glow white. He wasn't one to mind rain- he wondered if she did. "Hello, little one~" he nearly cheered, twitching towards the deer.

"Look what I caught for us~ I figged we could eat, then patrol our boundaries side by side." He smiled, though a sudden concern came to his mind. He would ask her about that later. For now, he had to be happy with her by his side, with a fresh kill between them. "How have you been? How has your pack been? Have you eaten?" the flurry of concerned questions hit her, while the male asked, feeling a twinge of concern for her, since Warg's disappearance.

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Grinning like an idiot to see him, and she affectionately licked him on the cheek a few times. She was more than happy to see Hephaestus and it was apparent he was as well. She perked up her ears and she began to salivate at the mention of food and she wagged her tail at the thought of having someone beside her while she did her duty. Illyrian couldn't help but giggle somewhat at the plethora of concerned questions he asked her and she reassured him, -"I'm fine, I'm fine! The pack's been great, though we've been seeing a lot of loner males around the pack, I've gotta admit! Haven't eaten in a little while, so I'm glad you brought Yum-Yum!" She slanted her ears forward as she sat, and the green and blue patterned female apologized, -"Sorry about not coming the last few days, pack stuff, like watching the pups, patrolling other areas... So ya, sorry," She ended it somewhat awkwardly, but the confused and apologetic look on her face was soon replaced by a shy grin and her normal, bright gaze. She had really felt bad about it, and had truly wanted to come see him, for Hephaestus truly did make the little she-wolf's heart more elated than usual, if that was possible. Plus she had to admit she felt a bit... different, around him. Err... ya, pack stuff not fun compared to this... Lyrics: Notes: OOC:

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Hephaestus felt his heart lift even higher, tail ocilating slowly as his muzzle pushed gently under her chest. "Be careful around the loners... Especially one with quills in his face. He is dangerous, young one." he explained, his head tilting to a side to take her in. Well, Brock was being careful, especially if he was having her patrol other areas. There was no way he could know about him yet he figured- all in due time.

"Well if you're hungry, then eat!" he teased, turning to his kill and booping the end of her nose with his bushy tail. He wasn't that hungry anyway- he'd get more delight watching Illyrian stuff herself. She was so... Comical, was the only way to put it. But he loved that about her. She was the type of wolf he could let his guard down around- not to the point of danger, but to the point of forgetting and actually having fun. Something he hadn't been able to do for a very, VERY long time.

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Illyrian cocked her head in an almost adorably confused way. Loner with quills in his face? She didn't recall that she herself had ever seen such a stranger. She knew of two, either by word of mouth or scent. She decided that it was nothing of conscience despite his warning, she could always fly away right? Smiling brightly with a slight giggle at Hephaestus as he coaxed her to eat, the wispy-furred she wolf rose and approached the kill with light steps on the slate slab. Illyrian could of sworn she just heard her stomach growl, and her jaws hung wide open now, revealing white ivories, cartoon images of poultry dancing in her vision again, like it always did when she got hungry. Her golden eyes shone and danced and she suddenly made a move for it, ending her stiff admiration of finally fulfilling her hunger. She was a winged wolf, and accordingly, wolfed it down. She wasn't as so hungry to finish the whole thing by herself, but she still gulped down quite a bit and she turned to face the gray male with a sheepish smile. "Thank you for the meal!" - she singsonged, eyes happy and tail wagging furiously. Her jowls were stained with red, and it looked almost ironic as she thanked her larger fellow. She just hoped he didn't mind her being a glutton. Heh heh, I guess I was a bit hungrier after all! Lyrics: Notes: OOC:

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He relaxed somewhat, his heart thundering loudly in his chest. She was adorable, sweet, kind. Shame she was from the South, really. Slowly Hephaestus moved, perching across from her upon the rock, his claws dragging along the surface quietly. Between the two of them, only bones and nibbles remained, the hungry pair comfortable, but not full.

"Do not worry about it, dear." he murmured to the young one, prowling over the carcass to lick her muzzle. "We should patrol together today." he suggested, ears perked excitedly. They could walk on their respective borders, but still pad side by side. She was dwarfed in his shadow, even while sitting, and he was sure his paws were about twice the size of hers.

"So, aside from your pack. How are you? What do you feel in the wind?" he questioned, pressing his flank against her thigh, not really focusing on the land before their paws. No, his thoughts were a little preoccupied with the fae beside him.

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Illyrian's face brightened immediately with her sunny grin at Hephaestus's suggestion. "OF COURSE!",- She shouted in her hyperactive, pup-like way, her golden eyes meeting his worldly crimson ones. She licked him behind his ear as he pressed against her and asked her another question. Illyrian at first, with her mile-a-minute pace of mind, didn't completely comprehend the question. So the comical she-wolf was left with a blank look of befuddlement for a few second before she immediately got it. A flick of her ear and she actually took the time to think a little about his question. What did she feel in the wind? Well, it was spring and here she sat, dwarfed by his shadow and form... Her face took a dreamy quality and her glassy golden eyes shone brightly with some positive emotion, unknown exactly what it was, before she said with a toothy grin, -"Changes, good changes!" It was rare for Illyrian to enter what seemed almost a philosophical mode, but alas, it did not last long, because before anyone knew it, she was up on her feet, dancing like a giddy fool, her bright eyes dancing with her natural enthusiasm. "Well what are you waitin' for?! Let's go patrolling! Don't need anyone thinkin' were a bunch of Lazy-Lazies!" She winked at him and giggled, taking a step forward before looking back. I'm not a Lazy-lazy, hehe! Lyrics: Notes: OOC: Finally posted with her after re-reading the thread. I gotta say though, Illyrian seems really outta character for me, and I hope I do better with her next time. Forgive crappy post. T.T

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He laughed, and commented in return, "I think you mean Lazy-Daisies." He trotted beside her, his shaggy coat flickering out, a few clumps of thick fur falling out. "I'm going to feel a thousand times better after this shedding buisiness is all done." Hephaestus remarked, his gaze flickering between the shrubbery ahead, and the female beside him. "Spring... Although it is my favorite season, is the LEAST comfortable." he went on, following contentedly.

He felt his tongue loosen in her very presence, the curiosity flowing through him like he were a young pup once more. "Little love," he said after a moment. "I had a question for you~! Are you going to have puppies this year?"

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Giggling at his correction of her previous comment, Illyrian nodded as he mentioned his shedding. She herself didn't have a particularly heavy coat, even in winter, because hers was more long ad wispy, which meant she didn't shed often, but she figured it could be annoying. Walking beside Hephaestus through the border of the forest that was the edge of both Southern and Eastern territory, Illyrian was calm, but reminded that this coming to meet Hephaestus almost daily now could be dangerous for her position in the pack. It was an issue the hyperactive wolf rarely cared for, and something she'd rather not deal with, but it was true. But someone she cared for was beside her and that made the risk worth it, that her big giant grey teddy-bear was there. As they walked along, Illyrian began to joyfully hum a tune the best a wolf can, closing her golden eyes and moving her ears and head in a joyful manner. That was until the male beside her asked her a certain question. Stopping in her tracks, Illyrian looked at Hephaestus with a blank, but friendly look, that took on a dramatically sad one soon, her golden eyes teary and a clear puppy-dog look on her face like she was begging for something. PUPPIES! I would love puppies... but I don't think Brock would let me... Looking with her sad puppy-dog look at Hephaestus with her teary, glassy eyes she uttered, -"I would LOVE to have puppies, but I have no mate, and Brockie wouldn't let me...," She looked at Hephaestus again and something struck her. She really did care about him. Really, really did. And as hyper as she was, his reservation (Not with her.) didn't entirely fly over her head. So why did he ask her...? Suddenly a bright smile declared itself on her face and her eyes shone as she asked, -"Hephaestus, do you like-like me?" YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Lyrics: Notes: OOC: Oh Hephaestus, XD! Letting your tongue slip around Illyrian!

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He seem dumbstruck at her words. "W-What?" he murmured, taking a step back, his ears pressed flat against his skull for a moment, before it dawned on him, what she asked, what he asked of her. His shoulders hunched, and he dropped his muzzle low. "... I suppose I do. Something about you... It makes me loose. I trust myself to be me around you." he murmured, glaring quietly away. Brock. Brock and Sira were the only things keeping their happiness from blossoming. Sira would /never/ allow such a thing.
"Well... Who says you have to tell Brock?" he questioned, his jaws parting in a quiet sigh as he approached, tail lowered, tip brushing the dirt. "What if we kept it between us? Sira wouldn't have to know, nor would Brock."

Maybe... Maybe there was a way for them to be together. What if they simply asked? But... That wasn't fair to the pups. He couldn't just... Leave the Eastern pack. He was Sira's second in command, for Sett's sake! He doubted Illy would leave the Southern pack just for his sake. "You could tell them... You met a traveler. There are plenty of black and red wolves around here." he murmured, some truth to his words. "And if Brock hurts them..." His face took on a much darker, destructive quality. "Then I will kill him."


(Hep: HRMNP. -Sits, back to, ears back-)

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Listening intently with raised, green and blue marked ears, Illyrian could only feel sad. Illyrian had to admit that Hephaestus's words made sense, but that didn't mean she'd get lucky. Brock, kind as he was with his own pack, had his own pups to raise, and if Illyrian, started showing up pregnant all of a sudden one day, Illyrian did not want to face any repercussions, minor or serious, and put any possible pups in danger... that wasn't fair. But was it fair to them if she and Hephaestus just simply left their packs? No. If only... Illyrian was impulsive and brash, and it showed. Caught up in her emotions was how she made most of her decisions. She had left her natal pack, and been kindly taken in to the South. But the South was doing well and Illyrian knew they could get along without her. She felt guilty, but Illyrian had always followed her heart. She looked up at Hephaestus with sorrowful, but deep down in there, somewhat hopeful eyes, -"Maybe... Maybe I could leave and join the East...? I don't know if they would take a de-defector from the South though Hephy..." She sat down on her long legs, wispy fur blowing in a sudden cold breeze that broke through the warm spring air. Though she had joined after a certain Northerner's defection, Illyrian was not deaf and had heard the distant whispers of the Alphess of the North. Despised. Looked down upon. And that other defector, what was his name? Efron. He was looked upon bitterly as well. If she left, she wondered if she would garner that same reputation. I hope Hephy agrees, and that Brockie forgives me... Lyrics: Notes: OOC: Not trying to bash Moonrunner at all (Just making a mention to Moonrunner.), and Hephy is her nickname for Hephaestus.

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He sighed quietly, leaning forward to gently lick her ears, resting his chin atop her skull. He felt the cold, and ignored it. He longed to nibble at her ears, to tell her it'd all work out somehow, that he could make it work for them. "My darling... I won't lie to you. I shouldn't say a single word to you, but... The East is hurting. If I speak to Sira, and explain to her that... That you're mine, she may make an exception. I've been /nothing/ but loyal to her." His voice rumbled lightly in his throat, his ears shoved back once again.

"I understand- you need time to think about it... To determine if you really love me. But Illy- my choice has been made. I love you. There are not any others for me, and I have searched for a very, very long time..." His own eyes glinted sadly in the light. "If I go with you, to the South, my family will suffer, and they will probably die. I do not want that." he whispered, finally pulling away from her, taking a few steps away. He looked depressed, truly depressed. "... Do you think they can live without you, my little love?" he inquired, plopping his rear down, resting heavily upon his haunches.



(I made Moonrunner to be HATED by the other packs. :3 Don't even worry about it. xD It's a sweet name. c: )

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Illyrian closed her eyes as Hephaestus nipped and licked her ears as a comforting sign, and listened to him. Her eyes shot open as he withdrew and said the East was hurting. Her ears flattened to the back of her head and slight whimper sounded from her as she saw how sad he looked. And he just told her he loved her to. Closing her golden, sun-bright eyes, the winged wolf lay with a very serious decision in front of her. She thought of Ayria, Brock, Cheveyo, the pups, the others... She knew they were a stable pack, and they had weathered members leaving before. As guilty as she would feel, she did not have the heart to break Hephy's heart. Then her ears shot up and she stared at him like he was crazy when he said he understood if she might need time to confirm her love for him. Was he crazy? Perhaps for another she-wolf, but not her, she was a wolf who lived in her emotions, and despite her innocence, had felt something different for him than the love she felt for her Southern packmates. Hardening her typically naive mind, she cemented her decision at that moment. Her eyes blazing with determination, the female wolf said in what seemed like an actually truly serious tone, -"Hephy, I do love you! What makes you think I don't? The South... they were my first pack after my birth pack and I'll always be fond of them... but I need to make my own decisions to. I want to come with you to the East, and help your family and be with you...," Coming to stand only maybe inches form his sitting form, and even with him sitting, she was still only a little above him. Placing a small paw on his large, gray ones, she licked his forehead affectionately, her eyes beaming brightly. Illyrian could never stay down for long, whatever the situation. They'll be alright, I'm sure, they were fine before I joined, right? Lyrics: Notes: OOC: Alright, phew, just didn't want to offend you. Illy loves Hephy to much to leave him. =3

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His dark eyes grew wide with surpise, his jaws parting happily in excited yips and barks- like a giant puppy, a form no one had ever seen the usually stoic male. "Illy~!" he cried, covering her face with his tongue, excitement boiling in his veins. He felt... Almost tingly all over, and could tell his heart was doing backflips.

He dropped to his front paws, his rear in the air, bushy, massive tail wagging eagerly. She loved him- she said she honestly loved him. "You'll have to be accepted by Sira- but I don't see why she wouldn't approve of you. You make me so happy... I think she's noticed that recently."

With a cough, he lay his ears flat, and rose, with a slight air of embarrassment. "Erm... I mean... We need to talk to Sira now." he uttered, quite matter-of-factly, with a nod of his muzzle. Though... he did lean forward and offer her a gentle lick right on the nose. "Come... You can venture into our territory without fear now." he murmured, eyes flashing quite happily with the female's choice.

(Aww. C:!)

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Brilliant eyes and wings spread now, Illyrian giggled loudly and returned Hephaestus's affection with licks to his cheeks and head as he slobbered her with his attention. Her pupish enthusiasm returned when she saw the usually reserved male acting how she typically did. Barking in a high-pitched tone like a dog, she wagged her furry banner-like tail furiously, her eyes wide. Illyrian calmed down enough to listen as Hephaestus began to speak, but her fur was sticking out in odd places and it looked almost frizzy. Her ears perked when he mentioned the name Sira. Sira? Was that the Eastern Alphess? Most likely by the way Hephaestus spoke. Closing her eyes as he licked her nose as he spoke of Sira, Illyrian had to mention something else that had led to this confession of feelings. "Hephy... I know we haven't seen Sira yet, but I'm not entirely sure if you were serious about this, but if you were... I wouldn't mind cute little puppies..." - she quietly muttered, to Hephaestus, Illyrian becoming shifty-eyed. Than, like usual, her thoughts immediately began racing into a million different places. Illyrian than began an excited outburst of question towards her favorite wolf, -"Hephy~! Is Sira nice? How many wolvies are in your pack? Is there anyone scary? Do you guys eat bison, deer, or something else usually? Am I asking a lot of questions?" If only Illyrian's seriousness could last a bit longer, she would see that not all of their troubles had past yet. She still had to ask Sira for entrance to the East. WHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEE! I wub Yum-yum, I wub Hephy, I wub me, I wub everybody~! Lyrics: Notes: OOC: Illy can't be serious forever, XD. So are we going to start a new thread where Hephy and Illy go talk to Sira or something else? =3

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