She had no doubt that on this occasion where she allowed her boys out of the den to explore the world, they would take quite some time to pick out a hiding spot. She did not know how long or how far they would go, but had no doubt that she would be able to track them quite easily. She had taught them nothing yet of hiding their trail, so even the thought of hiding it would not come to their mind. It would be as easy finding them as if she had walked behind them the entire a while, perhaps even showing them where to hide… And that gave her time. True, they might wander in circles a bit, but it wouldn’t be too hard. So now she had time to deal with the source of the knot in her stomach, the bit of pain that had managed to leak through her stoic, emotionless façade and mask. Kirastasia. Kahlan had tasted her perfume upon the gentle fall breeze before she ever heard her. And she tasted like a very dangerous, addictive drug to Kahlan - like flowers right after a rainstorm, like the freshest and first batch of honey that the bees baked in the spring. She tasted like temptatio, like risqué intimate embraces, the heat of sweat, stench of sex. All of that and more was what Kahlan tasted from Kira… And she braced herself against the entrance she knew was coming. Only, Kirastasia did not enter her den at all…
No, instead Kirastasia called to her from outside, her satin smooth lyrics turning Kahlan’s name into song as she beckoned to her. When last they had seen each other, the pair of them had been ballooned up like a bloated dead calf, with equally swollen mammaries that would make any dairy cow proud, and each of them had given birth to the pups of their lovers. Only, Kahlan’s relationship with her lover was not anything that had to do with love - her and Kershov were fuck buddies… They did not make love to each other, they fucked. What was between them was the basic primal need to be fully satisfied in every way, mainly possible only because the pair of them trusted each other, for reasons that could not fully be delved out. But when Kahlan had seen the way that the blue-eyed hunk of handsomeness had showered on Kira, she came to the conclusion that their relationship was very different… Perhaps they were even in love. Why… Why then did Kirastasia seek to constantly find her out, to irritate her, to confront her, to threaten to break the damn holding back Kahlan’s pain and misery?
Still, Kahlan could not bring herself to refuse the call, and she rose herself to her paws, silently glad that her body had returned to its previous lean and lithe form. She paused a step when she heard Kira call to her, flirting in the way she always did with anything that walked, calling her gorgeous… Hinting that something less than proper might happen between them… Mentioning Kahlan‘s kin. But Kah continued to stride out, and as soon as the sun graced across her back, she shook her pelt out, airing it so that it would once again look full and healthy, mostly so that it would hide how skinny she had become. While Kirastasia had Drizzt to help care for the pups and to hunt, Kahlan had no one other than herself, and so providing for her pups had taken a toll upon her… At least Kirastasia would not be able to notice it. Hopefully.
“I have never doubted that you knew my name, but must you sing it so? And while I appreciate your compliment, I hardly think it is appropriate given the relationship you have with your lover… Or should I say your mate?” Kahlan felt a flicker of jealousy, but hardly realized or recognized what it was. So long had it been since she had felt anything other than hate or pain or sadness, that she hardly noticed it at all. “As for my boys, it would not matter whether they were here or not - nothing is going to happen that would not be appropriate for them to see. Perhaps a fight would upset them, yes, but such things are natural and are bound to happen.” Her sweet pooled pair of honey swept down Kirastasia’s body to land upon the stilted scales that shimmered under the bright sunlight. The shewolf raised her eyebrows and ran her tongue over her teeth hesitantly, taking it in, absorbing it. She knew that magic had touched these lands, but this was the first she had seen of it herself. The multihued sheen was mesmerizing, really, but Kahlan refused to let that on. Instead, venomous words shot to her lips as they so usually did.
“Have you acted like a snake long enough to finally start turning into one, Kirastasia?”
||Kahlan|| ||Broken Heart|| ||Cracked Soul of Wudubearo|| ||Zeta|| ||69cm.:.23kg|| ||Kenryk*Kaukab|| |