|Greta (pathofcinders) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-02-04 16:05:00
|Entry tags:||greta morgan, skoll|
WHO: Greta & Skoll
WHEN: Sunday night
WHERE: Somewhere near the Diogenes Club
WHAT: Hello little wolf, Riding Hood wants a bite.
WARNINGS: references to bestiality, tba
In life there were bad habits to be broken with effort, and then there were full blown addictions. Greta had always thought that her dalliances with the wolves had fallen into that first camp, a thing she had done in the past that she could easily stop doing. For a while she'd resisted but it felt so much better to give herself over to it. To feel her screaming muscles as they ran, to be pressed hard into the leaf litter by the wolf on her back, the cry out for them, that line between pleasure and pain getting so easily confused.
She'd moved back into an apartment of her own with the help of her father and uncle's money, and although she knew they worried it was clear they were happy to have their house back again. She was pretty sure they wanted to be inviting ladies back home and felt awkward about it with her there. So it worked for both of them. She went around for a weekly dinner - sometimes twice a week - and worked at the bar and lived her life normally.
As normal as was possible when much of it was spent fantasizing about the smell of Hati's fur against her, rough and thick and damp with rain.
She'd gotten an apartment near to the Diogenes club, only having to walk a couple of well-lit and rarely empty blocks at night, the other quiet bars open along the streets into the early hours making her trips home safer than they might have otherwise have been.
Tonight one of the people she saw on her way home just happened to be a wolf. She didn't know what Skoll was doing there - stalking the populace? drinking at one of the bars? - but she made her way across the street and over to him. "Hi," she said with a little smile. She hadn't seen him since she'd fallen back into Hati's claws and she didn't know what his brother would have told him. (Had he smelled Greta on him? Could he smell his brother's scent lingering on her own skin tonight?)