some of them want to use you - some of them want to get used by you
some of them want to abuse you - some of them want to be abused
Eyes on her always. From the time she was born as the sole and last pup of the alpha's last litter, she had been the focus of all kinds of attention. Colors of the rainbow, but she did not remember them from bands of colors arched in the sky -- no. She remembered them each separately wrapped in different combinations around black holes of colorlessness. She could feel them stare at her from within the encasing five bodies of her guardians. She did not speak to any adults and the protectors had their tongues removed. Only the oldest wolves, beyond their breeding prime, were allowed near - for only they were safe from causing her Courting Rush from beginning. Nanruan's, you see, were different beasts.
Where in the realm of Moladion the fates put upon the residents the threat of love unbidden and unwavering -- Nanruans were far less lucky. Here, the female's rejection did not make either of them barren - did not ruin the ability for someone to give their body over to another. If someone lost their life-bond, it took some of the most horrible rituals to return the body to a functional state. They were more likely to die when either one lost the other than anything, and it is really dependent on their relationship if rituals would do anything at all, but some had been desperate enough to try and some even succeeded.
. Another interesting facet of the differences between Nanrua and Moladion was the state of the gender prerogatives. In Moladion, the women held the ultimate say over the men. Even if they did not know it, from stories the Fantastic Four told, the women had the upper hand. They decided the happiness and misery of the males. For Nanruan women, well, it was the opposite. Men could get around choices made by the conscious female - could speak to her primal self which superceded the thoughts and decisions of the woman during the imperative Courting Rush and the subsequent Chase. The female was the primary reliant individual and the system could be rigged against them - same as males in Nanrua.
. In the case of Raksha herself, then, there was also the truth that the youngest child of the reigning pair was the heir. The heir, be it male or female. The question when it was male was pretty simple. Whoever the male would pick out to court. For Raksha to have been the only pup in the last litter had meant that she was the single heir to the pack that had remained true to the land and had not betrayed the true pack for the outsider madman. She had learned no love for the family of the Fantastic Four - even when their mighty jaws and sharp minds brought down the Royal Bears.
. But that they have come here does not affect her coming here. It was how the men in Nanrua looked upon her with minds made frenzied with her coming into her third year. She watched as all sizes and shapes and ages began to turn their eyes upon her again. She watched as men who she knew to be power mongers openly oggled her, eyeballing her as though she were the heart of a Royal Elk downed in the hunts. She watched as the friends who had once not looked twice at her started noting her growing figure. They saw the weakness in their pack alpha's age and saw the growing strength in the heir. The sole heir. There had even been deaths when a male would try to find their way to her in the night.
. She was declared beautiful. She was not colored as fantastically as those who had bewitched their brothers and sisters to leave, but she was beautiful in the way that Nanruan society dictated. She was soft, plush in the dense fur of their people. She was strong, made to be in a hunt for the greater Royal Elk and Stags. She was sleeker, meant to outfox and outrun the Royal Doe and Cows. It was as though the Moon-Mother had sent her spirit down to fashion the perfect specimen of their race. It was even rumored that that was why she was marked as she was. It was rumored that Mother-Moon had come to her mother's den when she slept off the birthing madness. She had come and cupped the single she-wolf pups chin in her hands, wiping the tears of birth-pain from her eyes before pressing her lips between them in a kiss. The chills that shuddered down her spine soaked in the blessing of the Moon-Mother then and her dorsal stripe became the white of the moon.
. That she was blessed like this coupled with her sturdy and healthy build made her desirable, then, yes. Truly, though, it was how slight she was in comparison to most of the Nanruan's that held her in high regard. All the better to catch in the Chase, afterall. She was quick, but longer legs meant easier strides. She watched as they hunted her like prey, trying to find a time to be the one who triggered her Courting Rush. It was a great benefit to the one who did, after all, because the ritual stuck that male high in the mind of the female.
. That, right there. That was why she had ran away. They all saw her as something to bring to heel, to snatch up, to trick, to connive against. No one looked to her for beauty or love. Oh, to have been wanted only for her beauty would have been a fate she could stomach. At least she was wanted for herself and not her parents. It was not her that the men wanted, but her breeding - aka her mother and father's last child. If she stayed in Nanrua there would be no man to court her like the stories said happened, for love of her beauty or her heart or her spirit. She wanted the romance beneath it all... And her mother had raised her to be a lady deserving of such a romance..
. She was proper, was gentile, was poised. Her body seems almost always positioned in such a way as to accent one of her shining qualities. Her paws always seem dainty, no matter the raw width meant for pinning her lessers beneath her. Her sloping back always seemed to position in such a way that her tail seemed raised higher than it was. Her thick scruff always nested her face when she would sleep, framing her lovely face. It was this poise that had made others aware of her status and to this day she does not break that delicate balance of being a lady and being a savage and ruthless future ruler. Her voice was always in moderation - because where she came from, even the slightest whisper of a command was to be obeyed. It was an unusual feeling to know that in this place she was nothing. A nothing, the nothing, every nothing no nothing. She was empty of responsibility and protection. .
. She was preparing for a life that was to change the face of all she knew for all time. She was preparing to be the variable often hated by local packs. She was not a part of their culture and she was raised as the height of her own. What will she face?
. She doesn't and couldnt' know. Her paws bring her into the open field of the crater, her eyes fixating on a grouse and catching it as she had learned from the elders of her home. She races forward, leaping before the grouse knows to rise from its hiding position, slamming her mouth into the bird as it finally takes flight. Snapping its neck she drops its body and lands and begins to remove the feathers and feast. It has been long since she had settled into a rested enough state to enjoy a meal and she finds she truly does enjoy this one now. The scent of the Fantastic Four ended here and she is sure this is the fabled home of the legends. She smiles as she looks out over the flat of the grassy terrain here. She may not be royalty, but this place was certainly not making her feel as though she had lost anything in leaving behind that title.
The Demon Tongue of Nanrua
[ female - three years - 37 inches, 142 pounds - no mate - no imprint - no pack ]
we can turn you on - or we can turn on you
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