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catalysts always burn brightly;;
Kobato had not expected to befriend anyone in Abendrot. At least not by their own will. She had expected to find herself being tortured and scarred and wounded and broken but, funnily, the demon who was master of this ice kingdom was hardly ever seen by the girl. The tri colored miss had nearly lost her life twice in the weeks she had been here. Once by her own accord, putting a struggling buck out of his own misery by tearing out his throat in a bog and then by pushing Marx past his limits. That snake had crept too close to her… his poison covered fangs definitely would have sunk into her throat of it had not been for Scarlet. Whatever light had possessed that woman into believing that Kobato was a worthy friend, the dove was ever thankful for it. But there was something with the woman that the younger femme had not been expecting. Scarlet was very very much pregnant. After confiding about her recent suspicions to the gypsy, Kobato was not far behind her herself. A week after Scarlet had confirmed that the toffee eyed valkyrie was indeed expecting, Kobato's stomach had begun to feel… disgusting. It swelled slightly and was, if she laid on it wrong, sensitive in certain places. This was not good. The girl began skipping meals and regurgitating that which she did manage to devour. In a way, it would help keep her from looking the part of an expecting mother but she was getting weaker and weaker. The fear and stress that had her looking over her shoulder every time she went out was enough to kill her appetite. It would probably be wise to stay near Scarlet for however much longer she was to be trapped within Abendrot. And it wasn't the amount of time she'd spent here that had her on edge either. It was whether or not Vladya was still alive. If he was okay. Whether or not her dragon had evaded the steel of swords was what had the girl crying every night when she was locked away like a princess in a tower with Kenshin as her guard and keeper. That brute had seemed to have lost himself completely. Nothing Kobato did or said could get to him. He was completely abused and empty. Dead to all the world. On the nights that Kobato cried for Vladya, she also cried for Kenshin and prayed for his revival. Who she was praying to, she did not know. FEnris and Tor had ignored her pleas for strength and guidance so far. Perhaps Sita, who had lived amongside mortals for a time would lend her her hand. Kobato had no doubt that she had caught Wolfbane’s attention. Maybe that was why her prayers had gone unanswered for the longest time… he was cloaking her in despair and pain. She would have to provide her own power for herself until her savios were able to hear her voice once more.
Funny as it may seem, Kobato was now seeking the very varg who had given the okay for her arrest. Why? Ko was worried about Scar. Whatever wrongs and terrifying nightmares Kershov had bestowed upon her, the angel overlooked them all without a single bat of an eyelash. Scarlet seemed ready to give birth any day now. It would not surprise the inmate if the ess was in labor at this very moment. And seeing as she had not crossed paths with Kershov for some time… well she felt he needed to share her worry about Kobato’s new friend. It was a very dangerous thing for her to do… revelaing the fact that she was forging bonds in the very same pack that she had been confined to… and not just bonds with others, but a friendship with his MATE. The alphess of Abendrot. A Queen. But this was of no concern to the girl who dashed along a small creek, wetting her feet in the chilly evening atmosphere. Her thoughts had kept going back to the monarch’s pained expression when the two had first met, her stomach proving a little too lively for her to handle. She had even asked if Kobato was by chance a healer. The femme was not in any way versed in the knowledge that a true healer would be… but she knew the basics when it came to delivering pups. It had tunred out that her assistance was not needed when Scarlet announced a false alarm signal but still Kobato worried. It kept her up at night. It had her pacing during the day, wanting to visit the kind expecting creature but knowing that if she sought out the dame, it would be dangerous for Scarlet. Kobato instead waited for Scarlet to come to her. And when she hadn’t for a while yet, when Kobato took the liberty of tracking her, still had not popped, the dove held her breath and thought it through. So here she was, traversing over the territory she now knew pretty well. Her legs ached seeing as it had been a long, lonesome day of her pacing, trying to eat but then throwing it back up and having little to no sleep. She was physically and mentally exhausted. However much this hurt her, she kept moving, creamy paws caressing the earth beneath her with her presence and caring touch. If she had been more clean and less lean, she might have looked the part of a forest spirit.
When she came across Kershov’s scent, she hooked onto it and sped up, her legs carrying her as fast as she dared for them to go. As she got closer, Kenshin could be heard alongside her from a distance, matching pace with the feya. His footfalls closed in. Kobato immediately started to feel the ticking of uneasiness slither down her vertebrae and sink into her stomach. Usually the brindled warboy kept his space, always putting distance between himself and her. Now that he was practically touching sides with her, Kobato knew something was up. But what was it? Was it because she was seeking out his captain? Was he suspicious of her? Did he think that she was going to pull a surprise attack on the King? The pretty ess would have laughed out loud if she weren’t in such a dangerous position as she was now. If that was what he was worried about, he did not need to waste his energy on such. And yet he still closed in. Kobato leaned into her momentum, going faster and faster until she could not speed up anymore. This kept a bit of distance between herself and her guard. When she broke through the foliage separating herself and the strongest scent of Kershov’s cologne… she opened her mouth, announcing her arrival before she even made it through the bushes.
“Kershov, Scarlet is—!” she stopped dead in her tracks, skidding and throwing leaves and dirt into the air. In that moment her heart felt as thought it might come up through her throat. She was speechless. Breathless. Did she dare believe her eyes? Or was she seeing things now that she had been deprived of the very nutrients her body needed the most at this point in time? Kenshin broke in from behind her, skillfully avoiding her frozen form and then, without a bit of hesitation, snatched onto her scruff, too close to her shoulders for it to be anything close to comfortable. But the will of fire poured through the goddess’s body. The same will that had cornered Kershov when she had just woken from a coma. The very same will that had challenged him the first time. And it exploded through her now as she writhed, twisting and hitting Kenshin right in the throat with her back leg. How it was possible, she couldn’t tell. Because she wasn’t paying attention to him. She wasn’t conscious of her movements or the pain that came when his teeth slid into her flesh, bringing blood into the mix. She left him with a chunk of her fur in his mouth and he struggled to catch her again. Kobato was invincible now. Untouchable. The scarred dog dug his heels into the ground in order to follow her but by the time he got to her, she had already released a scream into the emperor’s auditory units, screeching her dismay, anger, fear, and absolute horror. NO! The woman, tortured now as she realized this was no dream. The blood that soaked the back of her neck was hot and yet cold when the wind blew. She could see her breath. Her heartbeat was pounding in her breast. This was no dream. This was no hallucination. The rekindled spitfire sliced out at him, raking her claws against the lord’s cloak if she could. Kenshin had not reached her yet. She had just seconds before she would be taken hostage. Her jowls reached out, clasping around the gentleman’s muscular neck. But she did not have the time to push down on him. Kenshin had swept his leg across her back ones, sending her to the ground off balance. She landed harshly, and her eyes turned to Vladya’s, also on the terra. Toffee watchers met the lanterns that had been taken for granted before, for the first time in what seemed like years. Kenshin grabbed her again by the scruff, his teeth falling into the same knotches they had made and she screamed in pain. The nerves touched there were horrifyingly painful. And as he dragged her back swiftly, stamping his weight onto her own, threatening to crush her ribs, she screamed again, but this time it was a threat. A very real, very true threat. I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU HURT HIM! The voice coming out of the darling’s throat was not the same one she had ever announced to the arctic demon. Don’t you hurt him. She said, breathless and exhausted. I’ll KILL YOU. She glared right at the tundra King who had brought her beautiful, oh so beautiful, dragon to the dirt. There was blood everywhere. How was he hurt? Did Kershov do that to him?
Vla-- she writhed, though it wasn’t because of Kenshin’s touch.
A kick. A butterfly had hit her stomach and she inhaled sharply, her eyes wide. The wolf with his touch keeping her to the ground had felt it. She knew he had. His pad was right there on her rib and abdomen, keeping her pinned to the slightly wet ground. Kenshin let go of her, speaking to his Master. She is pregnant. Kobato opened her mouth to deny this fact but all she got was her jowls moving open and closed, tasting dirt.
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