A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on June 27, 2018 at 06:22:19 PM by Perdere
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ He had thought to feed her, to build up some of her strength - what little there was at least. But she seemed disinterested in it when he returned. He could tell that she was not quite sleeping by the way she tightened her body even more protectively around its core when he spoke, but at that point he didn’t much care - he would drag her back to her pack if that’s what it required. “Suit yourself, princess. You can starve for all I care - Ainae did not demand your death but it might please her nonetheless.” It was a sarcastic reply, but also a true one. The true heir to the Faraway throne was Tiresias - being the first born of Farant‘s first born. Not many would allow a female to take the throne… Or at least, not back when he had lived in Faraway. But it seemed many things changed, although he wondered if Ainae really was any different from Farant - a tyrant, a monster… And so he tore into the meal himself and had his fill, and threw some of the remainders her way, should she be hungry in the morning. And then, he curled up by the entrance, his body blocking it so that if she tried to escape, she would most likely wake him up. And when she didn’t, when he spent the whole night and a restful sleep without her bothering him at all, he wondered what to think of her. Should he be disgusted by her - by her weakness, by her fear… Or should he be impressed that she was smart enough to know that he could and would have caught her? With the sun rising, he wanted to get set out, and did not put much time or thought into it at all. He got into his feet and roughly woje her, his snout pushing into her axilla. “Open and attem, princess. We have quite the long trek to get to. Eat if you’re hungry, don’t if you’re not. I don’t care, I won’t be stopping along the way to hunt today, so you should make your choice now. If you have merely eaten last night instead of pretending to be asleep, this would be fresher. Do you even know what fresh meat taste like? Or have you become like a coyote, a disgusting scavenger living upon the leftovers of others since you yourself are likely unable to get much of a meal at all…” He knew the insults would cut deep - that it would offend her. No wolf liked being weak, and Perdere had already exploited her weaknesses thus far… It would just be another kick to the bucket, denting her pride. And in truth? He did not know why he bothered. Why not just kill her and get it over with, so that she would not be able to get Tiresias and warn him? Why put up this whole façade, why go through all of these charades when the end result would be the same - Perdere would find Tiresias, and would kill him, if only for a chance to save his own skin from falling under the snub thumb of Ainae… Whether or not she ate, he would set off in the same amount of time - five minutes from when he woke her. He moved her aside and shoved her out the door, his head insistently pushing at her rump to hurry her along. And he got no resistance from her, she followed him out meekly without saying another word. And for once, Perdere found that he wanted some answers, wanted to the conversation. Usually, he had no use of it, other than to talk to his victims, but in his mind he apparently already decided that she was no longer prey for him… And yet instead of thinly veiled threats, he want to details, information. But he would not reach out, would not talk to her first - Perdere would instead of treat her essentially like his prisoner more than as a sullen, morose companion. And despite her silence with her words, there was no mistaking her mood - she dragged her paws behind him, went absolutely at the slowest rate necessary to keep up with him, clambering over the terrain without a thought to make her passage unnoticed. And most the time… 99 out of 100 times, it would not have made a difference- Shilo could have sent Lera scaring away, disrupted little burrows… But this apparently was that one out of 100 times, where she instead awoke and threatened another predator in its own territory. Perdere could not mistake the approach - twigs breaking, a low rumbling growl, one that turned into a snarl with a hiss on the end of it. It was no lupine, but instead a feline, a massive female and Perdere swore under his breath. And it was springtime - and that meant kits, which meant that there was no getting this queen mother to back down, not without a fight. Even if they were to turn and run, not only would it mean the death of Shilo, but there was no saying whether or not the queen would give up - parents apparently did crazy things for their offspring… Well, some parents. Perdere took a large step back and knocked his shoulder into Shilo, urging her back and to the side, out-of-the-way. “Okay prissy bitch, I get the message. We are not here to hurt your kittens, just passing through.” He barked out at the female, hoping that she would choose to leave, but the cougar had no intention of doing any such thing. Perdere ducked his neck and head into a coiled position and raced his lips, his hackles raising high above his spine. “Fine, if that is the way you want to play, then let’s dance.” The key to the kalaks as a species was not their strength, but their speed. Their bodies were lithe and trim, lending them dexterity and agility that not many other species had. But he knew too, that this cougar could use its tail to adjust its weight and direction quickly, so he would have to think faster, counteract it. And so before the cat could attack itself, Perdere was rushing out to attack it to head on, but he knew that the cat would see that coming to try to swipe at him with one of its massive paws - so instead, he jumped, leaping over the cat, his previously wounded femur sore and throbbing in complaint. But he ignored it and turned sharply on his haunches, gritting his teeth, but still he met his mark. Perdere‘s teeth clamped down upon the cat‘s tail. The cat snarled viciously and whipped around while striking out with a forepaw, this time actually catching Perdere in the face… But the cat‘s balance would now be off, taking away its greatest advantage. Perdere did not fight against the punt and instead went with the momentum, using it to get away from the cat’s limbs and body. Blood began to seep down his face, covering his visage, but the kalak blinked it away and rushed at the cat again. He tightened his pelvic muscles as if he was going to leap over her again, but just before he did, he instead ducked low. Just as he suspected, the cat went to rollover, hoping to catch Perdere mid air, but Perdere had changed his tactics and sank his teeth around the cat‘s sternum, his jaws wide as he bit down quick and hard, and then jerked back, ripping musculature and vessels, skin and sinew - he had no desire to stay there, even though if he had he may have been able to puncture into the thoracic cavity… But it was a dangerous position for him to be in - right at the cat‘s mouth full of daggers and her front claws. Even his with quick retreat, the cat snarled and managed to rake gashes down one of his front legs… But the cat was going to give up. This was not a fight that it would win easily, and at the end of the day, it wanted to survive to take care of its kits. Dripping sweet crimson liquid, it danced away from him, never allowing its sharp eagle eyes to leave him, and in return, Perdere snarled and stood his ground. Only once it was out of sight did he turn around and address Shilo. “We are going to need to teach you to do something useful… Maybe… Healing…” He managed a chuckle and limped towards her heavily on his right front limb. “Be a doll now, go find us a cave to rest in. And as before, don’t try to run off. Even like this I probably can still catch you…. ” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The demons run circles… ...round and round in my head... |
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- I’m Infected, By Your Genetics - By Shilo July 2, 2018 at 01:26:27 AM
A DARKER HALF- By Perdere July 2, 2018 at 03:50:09 PM
I’m Infected, By Your Genetics - By Shilo July 18, 2018 at 01:40:49 AM
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