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And So The Shepherd Fell In Love With The Wolf
The sun of midday broke through the leaves of the swaying trees overhead, breaking up the violet shadows with brilliant patches of bisque, and he found himself watching the colors of her pelt change as she passed through them. He'd enjoyed her company for several months at this point, but spring was taking hold of the land in full swing now. Soon, his duties as a flock guardian would be even more consuming with the arrival of new lambs, and he would have to protect the awkward things from her kind. He shook his head at the strange irony.
And also, there was the recent "honor" that had been rumored to be bestowed upon him. His Master had chosen him to sire Morgan's pups that year. Just a few seasons ago, he'd have given his fangs for that chance. When he was a young dog, growing into his father's deep chest and his mother's big paws, he'd have given his fangs. Morgan was a gorgeous collie, intelligent, fast, and cultured. And if he played his cards right, if he continued to make his Master proud, he could be her mate every season from here on after. Even Rook, the great Anatolian shepherd mix, had recently given him a smile that was half approval, half jealousy.
But those thoughts brought no smile to his face now. The rendezvous he had with his wild friend would soon come to a halt, and he knew she sensed it. Just moments before, when he'd met her at the riverbank, he'd blurted it out. He'd have a mate soon, and he'd surely be a father soon after. Why'd he told her that and in such a hurry? Did he really want to see what her reaction would be?
"Congratulations." She had said. A deep breath had stiffened her back, and silence settled over them. It was then that she'd asked him to accompany her across the river, just a bit beyond his Master's lands. He was nervous. Though he'd grown to trust her, he knew that wolf packs sometimes used females who were in season or close to it to lure male dogs they saw as some sort of threat out into the open. Then the attack would come...a flurry of fangs, claws, and death. Rook often spoke of the cunning of wolves and with less respect and more disgust. But Ben had always respected his natural enemy for the power and intelligence he knew they had. And this one...this one he trusted, and so, he followed.
When they crested a hill in the wood, one he couldn't see over, he noticed she entered one of the effortless lopes her kind seemed to be born with, and he felt his heart leap at the challenge to keep up with her. Once the hill became a valley, she practically jumped into a roll, laughing as she cascaded into a hidden thicket full of mountain lavender, sage, and bachelor's button. It was such a welcome sight that the normally reserved Shepherd had followed her example, tumbling like a ball of puppy fluff right in beside her. All at once, she'd bounded up, legs stiff, ears pinned, and tail stiff with her front half lowered to the ground. Ben had never thought he'd see a wolf play bow, and he let out a delighted growl as he reared up on his sturdy legs and playfully swatted her with his paws.
They tore around the small field like a couple of yearling pups for several minutes, occasionally meeting in mid jump and testing each other's agility and strength as they wrestled on hind legs, forelegs locked around neck and shoulders, jaws snapping in mock bites. That was when it happened, when he caught her off guard, when she dodged to the wrong side, and they went rolling one on top of the other til they stopped in a cushion of blue blossoms.
He laughed triumphantly until he realized the whole of their situation. She seemed smaller now that she was pinned beneath him, paws folded, the white of her neck flashing in the sunlight as each labored breath raced through it. The wolf's eyes glittered above a breathless smile and blush highlighted the white of her cheeks. And suddenly, he wondered if this WAS some sort of trap after all...
...but he'd fallen for it already if that was the case. With quiet confidence, he'd lowered his sharp muzzle to her throat, allowing a growl to vibrate against it when his cold nose touched her and felt her life beating just beneath the fine fur. Blue eyes watching carefully for any sign of fear or disgust, he allowed just the very tip of his tongue to run against the growth of her thick coat.
He was surprised at the response. The wolf's tail curled around one of his hind legs and she whimpered with anticipation like a hungry pup. It only encouraged him further, and he found himself nuzzling every available inch of her neck and chest, interested deeply in how her heartbeat flickered in each vessel he nosed or licked.
"This how you fool all the Shepherds into letting you into their lands?" he mocked gently, a rumble of a growl tickling the fur of her face.
"Don't even kid like that," she warned, ears pinned and amber eyes glittering in challenge. And, just like that, the moment was over, and she found it easy enough to get out from under the greater weight and strength of the maremma collie mix. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit disappointed.
"I-I didn't mean..."
"It's okay," Wielder sighed, spreading her toes over the cool clover beneath them. "All in good fun right?"
He'd only nodded, words failing him. He wanted to tell her so badly what he now understood to at least some degree...
...he didn't want to give this up. The chance to see her, to run with her through beams of light in the day...to race the moon up at night. He wanted so much more than what their very natures would allow.
But it didn't matter. The Master had already taken Morgan off of her daily duties, quarantining her from the other males. Soon, she would be ready to become his mate. Soon, he'd have the family he'd always wanted and the pinnacle of success any good Shepherd could want. Some silly romp with a wolf paled in comparison...
...or at least it should.
"Will you be happy?" she asked, ear turning towards him, waiting for an answer. "The way you talked about it...you didn't seem too thrilled..."
"Worried about me?" he asked, smiling at the thought. "What would the other wolves think?"
"The same thing your Shepherd friends would think about you if they saw you rolling around like a pup with some Cattle Killer like me. I'm sure the redheaded collie would look better at your flank than some raggedy wolf like me. Though I'm sure the thought of it just absolutely breaks your heart..." it was said with sarcasm, meant to be a joke...
"Maybe it does." Slowly, he lied down beside her, his front molding to her back, and felt her tense up instantly. With caution, knowing the mercurial nature of females when it came to subtle touches that spoke of possession in their language, he placed a forepaw over the curve of her back and began to carefully groom the thick brown fur of her neck and shoulders. He smiled as it caused her to shiver.
"Ben...?" She turned slightly, eyes wide in confusion. "What are you saying?"
"I don't think I know quite yet," he admitted, nuzzling into the side of her cheek. "Every beat of my heart should scream through my blood...should shout at me to drive you out. But it doesn't...if anything, my heart has called to you since that day I first met you. And the thought of silencing that..."
"Shhhhhh," the wolf whispered, nuzzling him back and pinning her ears in submission. "That's enough for now."
He smiled, a purr of a growl rumbling underneath his thick collie neck ruff. "Afraid you might hear something you'd like for a change?" he mused. "It's spring for wolves as well, isn't it?"
The greypelt chuckled. "Ha! It's gonna take a bit more than winning one play fight with me to make me howl your name, Shepherd. Might be easier to stick with your collie friend..."
"Oh but I love a good challenge," he whispered against the back of her ear, grooming it and pulling her closer into the cup of his hips, relishing the feeling of her tail falling over his side. "And I'd so love to hear what my name sounds like in your tongue."
More Ben and Wielder. BECAUSE YANNO I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF SHIPPING OBI AND WIELDURRRR IN STUHR DURRR MURRR PURRR WURZ, SO YOU GET A FERAL MARY SUE MOMENT TOO. Fucking lucky, right? But he is a pretty puppy, so bask in his cuteness.
Did some experimenting on this one. It's still copics, but it's on illustration board which makes them look a bit different, and I also tried some new techniques on the background since at least a couple of the upcoming commissions on the list have lots of foliage for me to play with in them. Oh well, at least it's cute, right? And I'd rather fuck up on my shit than the shit you guys are kind enough to pay me for.
Copics, micron inks, india ink, colored pencil, and white gel pen on illustration board.
And also, there was the recent "honor" that had been rumored to be bestowed upon him. His Master had chosen him to sire Morgan's pups that year. Just a few seasons ago, he'd have given his fangs for that chance. When he was a young dog, growing into his father's deep chest and his mother's big paws, he'd have given his fangs. Morgan was a gorgeous collie, intelligent, fast, and cultured. And if he played his cards right, if he continued to make his Master proud, he could be her mate every season from here on after. Even Rook, the great Anatolian shepherd mix, had recently given him a smile that was half approval, half jealousy.
But those thoughts brought no smile to his face now. The rendezvous he had with his wild friend would soon come to a halt, and he knew she sensed it. Just moments before, when he'd met her at the riverbank, he'd blurted it out. He'd have a mate soon, and he'd surely be a father soon after. Why'd he told her that and in such a hurry? Did he really want to see what her reaction would be?
"Congratulations." She had said. A deep breath had stiffened her back, and silence settled over them. It was then that she'd asked him to accompany her across the river, just a bit beyond his Master's lands. He was nervous. Though he'd grown to trust her, he knew that wolf packs sometimes used females who were in season or close to it to lure male dogs they saw as some sort of threat out into the open. Then the attack would come...a flurry of fangs, claws, and death. Rook often spoke of the cunning of wolves and with less respect and more disgust. But Ben had always respected his natural enemy for the power and intelligence he knew they had. And this one...this one he trusted, and so, he followed.
When they crested a hill in the wood, one he couldn't see over, he noticed she entered one of the effortless lopes her kind seemed to be born with, and he felt his heart leap at the challenge to keep up with her. Once the hill became a valley, she practically jumped into a roll, laughing as she cascaded into a hidden thicket full of mountain lavender, sage, and bachelor's button. It was such a welcome sight that the normally reserved Shepherd had followed her example, tumbling like a ball of puppy fluff right in beside her. All at once, she'd bounded up, legs stiff, ears pinned, and tail stiff with her front half lowered to the ground. Ben had never thought he'd see a wolf play bow, and he let out a delighted growl as he reared up on his sturdy legs and playfully swatted her with his paws.
They tore around the small field like a couple of yearling pups for several minutes, occasionally meeting in mid jump and testing each other's agility and strength as they wrestled on hind legs, forelegs locked around neck and shoulders, jaws snapping in mock bites. That was when it happened, when he caught her off guard, when she dodged to the wrong side, and they went rolling one on top of the other til they stopped in a cushion of blue blossoms.
He laughed triumphantly until he realized the whole of their situation. She seemed smaller now that she was pinned beneath him, paws folded, the white of her neck flashing in the sunlight as each labored breath raced through it. The wolf's eyes glittered above a breathless smile and blush highlighted the white of her cheeks. And suddenly, he wondered if this WAS some sort of trap after all...
...but he'd fallen for it already if that was the case. With quiet confidence, he'd lowered his sharp muzzle to her throat, allowing a growl to vibrate against it when his cold nose touched her and felt her life beating just beneath the fine fur. Blue eyes watching carefully for any sign of fear or disgust, he allowed just the very tip of his tongue to run against the growth of her thick coat.
He was surprised at the response. The wolf's tail curled around one of his hind legs and she whimpered with anticipation like a hungry pup. It only encouraged him further, and he found himself nuzzling every available inch of her neck and chest, interested deeply in how her heartbeat flickered in each vessel he nosed or licked.
"This how you fool all the Shepherds into letting you into their lands?" he mocked gently, a rumble of a growl tickling the fur of her face.
"Don't even kid like that," she warned, ears pinned and amber eyes glittering in challenge. And, just like that, the moment was over, and she found it easy enough to get out from under the greater weight and strength of the maremma collie mix. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit disappointed.
"I-I didn't mean..."
"It's okay," Wielder sighed, spreading her toes over the cool clover beneath them. "All in good fun right?"
He'd only nodded, words failing him. He wanted to tell her so badly what he now understood to at least some degree...
...he didn't want to give this up. The chance to see her, to run with her through beams of light in the day...to race the moon up at night. He wanted so much more than what their very natures would allow.
But it didn't matter. The Master had already taken Morgan off of her daily duties, quarantining her from the other males. Soon, she would be ready to become his mate. Soon, he'd have the family he'd always wanted and the pinnacle of success any good Shepherd could want. Some silly romp with a wolf paled in comparison...
...or at least it should.
"Will you be happy?" she asked, ear turning towards him, waiting for an answer. "The way you talked about it...you didn't seem too thrilled..."
"Worried about me?" he asked, smiling at the thought. "What would the other wolves think?"
"The same thing your Shepherd friends would think about you if they saw you rolling around like a pup with some Cattle Killer like me. I'm sure the redheaded collie would look better at your flank than some raggedy wolf like me. Though I'm sure the thought of it just absolutely breaks your heart..." it was said with sarcasm, meant to be a joke...
"Maybe it does." Slowly, he lied down beside her, his front molding to her back, and felt her tense up instantly. With caution, knowing the mercurial nature of females when it came to subtle touches that spoke of possession in their language, he placed a forepaw over the curve of her back and began to carefully groom the thick brown fur of her neck and shoulders. He smiled as it caused her to shiver.
"Ben...?" She turned slightly, eyes wide in confusion. "What are you saying?"
"I don't think I know quite yet," he admitted, nuzzling into the side of her cheek. "Every beat of my heart should scream through my blood...should shout at me to drive you out. But it doesn't...if anything, my heart has called to you since that day I first met you. And the thought of silencing that..."
"Shhhhhh," the wolf whispered, nuzzling him back and pinning her ears in submission. "That's enough for now."
He smiled, a purr of a growl rumbling underneath his thick collie neck ruff. "Afraid you might hear something you'd like for a change?" he mused. "It's spring for wolves as well, isn't it?"
The greypelt chuckled. "Ha! It's gonna take a bit more than winning one play fight with me to make me howl your name, Shepherd. Might be easier to stick with your collie friend..."
"Oh but I love a good challenge," he whispered against the back of her ear, grooming it and pulling her closer into the cup of his hips, relishing the feeling of her tail falling over his side. "And I'd so love to hear what my name sounds like in your tongue."
More Ben and Wielder. BECAUSE YANNO I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF SHIPPING OBI AND WIELDURRRR IN STUHR DURRR MURRR PURRR WURZ, SO YOU GET A FERAL MARY SUE MOMENT TOO. Fucking lucky, right? But he is a pretty puppy, so bask in his cuteness.
Did some experimenting on this one. It's still copics, but it's on illustration board which makes them look a bit different, and I also tried some new techniques on the background since at least a couple of the upcoming commissions on the list have lots of foliage for me to play with in them. Oh well, at least it's cute, right? And I'd rather fuck up on my shit than the shit you guys are kind enough to pay me for.
Copics, micron inks, india ink, colored pencil, and white gel pen on illustration board.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Canine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1024px
File Size 1.41 MB
OMG, as if being a Mary Sue is anything to remark on in this community. :) Aren't we every one dedicated to our own... uh, am I allowed to say 'Furry Sue'? *wag*
(And let's not get started on softening the 'S' into a 'Z'...)
Anyway. I love this. Tender, lush, lyrical, flowing, and so very pretty.
(And let's not get started on softening the 'S' into a 'Z'...)
Anyway. I love this. Tender, lush, lyrical, flowing, and so very pretty.
I saw this again and it reminded me of a recent article I saw somewhere where an Akbash dog had ran off with two female wolves in Washington. The other wolf became preggers and the conservationists neutered her and aborted the pregnancy. Morons, as if there isn't a ton of dog and coyote blood in the Timber Wolf gene pool already.
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