This bitch was standing in front of me with a ridiculous smile upon her face, but my monologue soon inserted at least a shred of confusion on her overjoyed facade. My pools of honey watched as that grin faltered upon her face and then finally fell altogether. It was as if she had been expecting a welcoming committee, a group of friends and family joyously embracing her… But there was no smell of Wudubearo upon her, no smell of Milo… So perhaps she had family here, but even if she did, she herself did not belong here. Unless someone came to claim her, unless someone invited her in, death would come quickly… Perhaps not quickly, but would come to her should she crossed over the invisible line between the two of us. I gave her my warning, fulfilling the duty that I had as a ranked member of this pack, despite me never having asked for any responsibility, and then I realize that something was… Not quite right. My lids narrowed as I begin to examine her - was she… Crying? She’s fucking crying? Who is this fae… And why is she so emotional about all of this?
And then she asked why she would want to hurt anyone in Wudubearo … And then said something about only wanting show to show off her new body. Has she been chewing some high-grade poppy? I’m completely flabbergasted by this reaction… I expected for either her to turn away when I threatened her, or put up a fight in order to gain unauthorized entrance… But not to throw this tantrum. And as for the new body… It’s not like she is immensely muscular or anything… Not that I knew her before of course so I can’t speak as to any changes she may have made… maybe she has been training in order to gain musculature, or put on or lost weight? What does it matter anyway? And so I finally shake my head.
“I don’t know why you would want to hurt anyone in Wudubearo, but I also don’t know you or your intentions at all. As for your new fucking body? Congratulations, no one gives a shit, especially not me. Perhaps it is a big personal goal that you… Changed… Whatever it is that you changed about yourself. Again, congratulations. But get the fuck away from the boundary.”
Oh great, now the real waterworks have started… And the oddest of requests was uttered from her maw - for her to be allowed to stay until she got used to her own body. I pronate my paw and gesture at her. “I don’t understand… What is there for you to get used to? Any change that you may have undergone should not be so significant so as to require any acclamation time. You need to come down from whatever high you were on and just go home. ” Although this is not optimally what I would like to do with my mornings, at least I can say that is entertaining. Or, at least, it was entertaining. Now it is starting to get a bit annoying. How many times have I told this dumb bitch to leave? And yet she is still standing in front -
I pause, my heart leaping in my throat as she name drops one of my two sons -
“How is it that you know my son Kenryk?” I shake my head and tilt it, waiting for an explanation. My pups are both still young, and its true that I do leave them unattended from time to time, but I doubt that either of them has crossed over the boundary of Wudubearo out into the new world, or rather not the new world, but the real one. So where would Kenryk have met this ridiculous femme? Where… And what would the adult want with the pup anyhow? Was she trying to steal him because she could not bear pups of her own? Or perhaps she wanted some innocent little thing to take advantage of, in an intimate and inappropriate setting. Whatever the reason, I do not approve of it and I do not appreciate it, and it sends the spines on my back rustling in the most unpleasant of senses, and I realize that at last, some section of my wall is crumbling. I feel an emotion right now, and it is coming in hot and fast and strong.
Anger.
“If you harm a single hair on his head, neck, or anywhere on the rest of his body, I will flail you open like a spring chicken and season you with all the most delicious herbs and set you out to be munched upon by your own kind. My sons are mine, and I shall not share them, nor allow them to be tainted by the likes of you, a stranger with no reason to be in their lives. You leave Kenryk and Kaukab alone… And you can leave now.”
||Kahlan|| ||Broken Heart|| ||Cracked Soul of Wudubearo|| ||Zeta|| ||69cm.:.23kg|| ||Kenryk*Kaukab|| |