#wolf dreams

[woofquest]

dream scene i call "bear prophet under frog moon"

[wolfgirlpecs]

Really, really, REALLY want to tease a early transition tgirl.

Tell her not to move, lay her down on the bed, kiss her and grope her, constantly praising her then work my way biting and licking and kissing and sucking on a winding path down her neck, across the collarbone, playing with her nipples like a mouth toy for minutes on end while I lie on her, stomach pressing on her gock. Then I can ever so slowly move on, down her chest and slowly to her bush. I would slowly, gently, lick and rub and kiss my way up, and tease the tip with my tongue for as long as I want. Maybe I'll just tease her until she breaks and gives in, just grabs my head and rapes my throat until she's emptied her balls in my stomach.

If YOU are a trans girl who would like to experience this, please contact me immediately I need you.

@hydraulicpressfuckmachine @lunaburg3r @agooodpuppydog @bluemoonjune

[alysscoven]

Bran I, A clash of kings.

Bran I, A clash of kings.

Jon VII, A clash of kings

Bran I, A storm of swords.

[spaceofentropy]

Can you tell us about Wolf Dreams? 👀

I said a few things here, but, yeah, it's a novel, book four in my urban fantasy series. There's a witch and her girlfriend who is a supernatural creature; a werewolf who's a veterinarian and demands help to find the missing leaders of her pack; the witch's stepbrother and the girlfriend's brother who don't want these two ladies to get into more trouble after 3 books worth of it; and an elderly cat who used to be a familiar and now is just along for the ride.

But there's trouble brewing in town, it's like Milan is holding its breath, waiting for catastrophe to strike.

Hastily translated snippet, because why not :P

"A year ago," I explain to Emmet, without taking my eyes off of the vet, "I told Fabiola that I would owe her a debt if she did me a favor, which she did." To Fabiola I say: "What do you need?"

"Nero and Titania are missing. I want you to help me find them."

"Who's missing?" asks Emmet, scratching his cheek. He needs to shave.

"The leaders of my group."

"Cool. But it's not, like, a band, right?"

Three pairs of eyes look at him like he's a total nincompoop. The nincompoop raises his hands in surrender.

"Hey, in my defense, I'm barely awake. Okay, werewolves, your pack of werewolves, got it. Cool. I'm gonna go and make some coffee. Does anyone want coffee? No? Nobody? Okay."

[oathkeeperoathbreaker]

In his wolf dreams, he could race up the sides of mountains, jagged icy mountains taller than any tower, and stand at the summit beneath the full moon with all the world below him, the way it used to be.

Bran I, A CLASH OF KINGS

The wolf dreams were the good ones. In the wolf dreams she was swift and strong, running down her prey with her pack at her heels.

Cat of the Canals, A FEAST FOR CROWS

The smells are stronger in my wolf dreams, he reflected, and food tastes richer too. Ghost is more alive than I am.

Jon II, A DANCE WITH DRAGONS

[feedfancier]

Wolf Dreams 

Game of Thrones might have ended with a farse, but at least this missed opportunity is now public. 

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[spacekimera]

Canon Arya Appreciation Week - Animal symbolism

Standing there with the flagon in her hands, she dreamed she was a wolf, running free through a moonlit forest with a great pack howling at her heels.

[nivallis]

Wolf Dreams

Starter for @worshipsonlydeath. 

          When she was a child, Lyanna had dreamed of the wilderness. She dreamed of running through the trees as fast as she could for no reason in particular-- there had been nothing chasing her, nothing to chase. She had dreamed of drinking freezing water from narrow streams using just her tongue to lap it up. When she ran south as a young girl, her dreams had changed. In the mountains the desert had steep hills, but as they got closer to Sunspear, she dreamed of wide, flat land with plants she had never seen before. The ground was red and turned almost purple in the moonlight. Then she began to dream of snow. 

          This was how Lyanna knew she was dreaming now. The only time there was snow now was in her dreams, and the hills covered in it were familiar to her. She turned and there was home looming dark and tall before her. It was cold, but the cold didn’t bother her, as though she weren’t really there. It seemed no one else was, either. She walked silently into the great hall alone, her footsteps wet on the stone. How strange it was to be here. Small things had changed, and Lyanna couldn’t decide if it was because fifteen years was too long to remember the details right. She could have sworn the candelabras had been closer to the corners of the room, so they wouldn’t drip wax on the rugs. The rugs looked different, too. 

          A sound from behind her drew her attention away and she looked towards the wide arch of the doorway for its source. “Hello?”