A Soul for my Beloved [Yuri]

[Pa.nther.a]

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With a smile on his lips, he slipped the mask on his face and glided into the Ball that he had arranged for his lover, the beautiful Yuri. She was his everything to him and he could never get enough of her intoxicating scent. The border collie shifter was something that was his and only his, yet everyone should have what existed between them. He knew many were jealous of the bonds between them and even the blind could see the heavy passion that hung in the air around them both. Even he was not blind to how much he adored her. But what could he say? He was a fool in love. But if to be love was to be foolish, then he'd rather lose his mind than spend a minute without his Yuri.

He skimmed the dance floor with such grace that it was mezmerizing to the eyes of many. His tall stature and the way he carried himself along, it made many pause in their actions and give thought to him. Because he was hidden behind his mask, they could not tell who exactly he was, yet gave him respect as if her were a king- but he was not. But soon they would discover that this masked man was their ruler, he would stand up before the entire ball and announce that this dance was dedicated to his one and only.

But as for now, he was merely a masked man whom had a certain air about him. He looked to his right, girls giggling coyly, looking at him and puffing out their chests- trying to lure this mysterious man into their ways. And to his left, some men were merely talking, and he was pretty sure those women belonged to them. Did they know how unfaithful their love was? Did they know that their women would elude them and leave them for anyone different?

His mind spotted her first, his eyes catching up within milliseconds. He knew it was her by the way she held her body, but they way she stood and the gestures of her hands as she spoke. She might of been wearing a mask, but he had peeked at hers before the ball, and buying his last moment, keeping it under lock and key, surely she would have no idea what his looked like. His mask only covered his eyes, black feathers streaming out to the sides, and a long, white beak covered his nose and if he kept his head titled just right, it would somtimes cover his mouth. Ah! Let the games begin.

He swooped over to her, his arms snaking around her waist with sudden vigor, pressing her tightly against his body. He did not care if she struggled. He did not care how she reacted, he would have his fun. His hands splayed across her pelvis and his eyes flashed to those she had been talking to- telling them to leave them in peace. He turned around, keeping her facing away from him and emerging them in the shadows. He nibbled her ear lightly, and changing the tenor of his voice, he spoke "And what do we have here? A rare flower, all mine for the taking?" He asked, his voice rough and husky. He wouldn't mind if she went along, even not knowing who it was. It was a game, he knew the risks.

ooc; wow, I can't believe how much Akil has changed since I last roleplayed him... I think this is what I originally wanted him as. Risky, loyal, and a bit of a deviant.
muse; for the new and improved Akil, healthy
words; 570

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[KiaMii]

The night was going to be one to behold, she mused. Of love and of blossoming for them all. She had been unable to stop the blush forming on her revealed cheeks when it had first been announced that such a ball was held in her honor. From her husband Akil Mehi. Akil. Her Husband. They were such a right combination when near her. For they had spent years together and years apart before finally admitting their love. Finally settling to be. Finally marrying and mating. Finally being a family. Yuri Uta Mehi smiled warmly as she remembered the memories they held. The ring upon her finger was concrete of her marriage, the mark upon her neck the evidence of their mating. Her mix-matched eyes glinted. She wished for contacts at that moment, for they gave her away immediately. No fair to her because Akil could find her yet, she could not find her love.

Her long turquoise slim dress (cut to flow loosely from her midriff to her ankles) riveted around her frame. The top was cut to be tight and was strapless, though roses were sewn for a trim around the top. A neatly cut red rose bow was on her back, for her to keep the damn dress UP. Her necklace, given to her from her friends long ago, hung around her naked neck and she fingered it lightly before catching sight of her very gorgeous little girl. Her baby girl. Her child and kin. Aadi.

Aadi was dressed in a violet dress, puffed and princess-like. For she was the princess of the kingdom, thanks to Ruler Akil. She had atop her head, a golden crown that signified her royalty. Just like how Yuri had a golden crown of her own (much larger) that was placed on her short and layered hair. Another thing... She had gotten her hair trimmed just this morning to bounce lightly off her shoulders, feathered, and layered in the usual dark red, brown, and teal colors. She smiled. She wondered of Akil's reaction to the new style. Aadi's own hair was in a high ponytail with ringlets flowing down.

Arms wrapped around her waist and she felt a chill like she always did when she knew it was Akil. She could always feel him. That demanding and very sexy body of his was pressed against her slim body. She leaned into him. He smelt of the same scent (mingled in with hers) and felt as warm as he always did. The hands moved lower and her eyes darted to see the eyes of her lover looking at the ones she had been conversing with. They left them and Yuri shivered as he nibbled on her ear. She let loose a soft, content groan from her painted red lips.

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"All for the taking, yet I still claim you. Akil," she whispered back, moaning as she felt him. She knew who he was and she was letting him know. She would always know who he was. No one else could make her feel like this. That shiver. That groan. Those warm touches. She closed her eyes and spun around in the grasp of her captor, looping her own around his strong and built neck. She was tempted to lift his mask, just to kiss him even more so. Her own silvery, midnight mask protected only a part of her face. Her lips were not hidden at least.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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