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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 19:59:08 GMT -8
The beauty's expression was once shy, though after seeing Logan's grand smile Lilac could only grin playfully in return, like a chain reaction. Logan reached forward, nipping softly at her ear before whispering into it. A simple 'I love you too' in his seducing voice sent warm chills through her body, and the kisses to follow simply made that more so. Lilac giggled softly through his load of licks, quite enjoying them. He then smothered her with a welcoming embrace, cooning out soft words. Her tongue slithered out from her maw, making its way up Logan's cheek and towards his ear, only for her teeth to gently nip back. He deserved it. And more so, Lilac could tell that the pair wouldn't be going out for breakfast so soon.
Meanwhile, as the mood intensified, the thought crossed her mind more than once about their future. Would they move? Did Logan harbor secret wishes to join a pack? Their den was cozy enough for two, but surely they wouldn't just be two for much longer. Was he ready for pups? No matter, Logan would make an exceptional father.
.:Timeskip 1 Month:.
She was happy, but she didn't realize that happiness came with a cost. Fear. Her paws thudded heavily against the floor, claws digging into the dirt, desperate to push her forward. Labored breaths echoed into the air, blaring into her ears as she ran. Her whole birth pack was chasing her, mother right at her heels and eager to rip her pregnant body to shreds. As she sprinted through the forest her swollen belly was jostled around, creating a sick feeling in her stomach. As soon as she had joyfully told her mother about her hybrid pups, she was attacked. Lilac screamed for her mate, savage wolves now biting at her hind legs. The princess eventually tripped over a tree root, stumbling to the floor. As she looked back, she noticed with a start that the wolves were all gone, only empty forest, and as she brought her gaze upward, she found Logan smiling lovingly. "Hey there beautiful,"
Lilac jerked awake, fur standing on end as her white orbs found Logan's large figure. She was back in the den, and her pups were still safe and sound. With a shaky sigh, Lilac would straighten herself, offering a hospitable smile towards her mate. It was a real lame cover over, but hopefully he wouldn't question her whether he noticed or not. "Goodmorning," her voice chimed, but then she got a glance of the entrance of their den. "afternoon..." The she-wolf got to her paws, stretching her back legs before passing over to touch Logan's cheek. "Aw, you could have invited me to hunt with you. I never get to do anything anymore," she laughed to herself, taking a seat near the male. "I don't think puppies hinder my ability to work," she smiled, glancing down at her belly. It wasn't so swollen as it had appeared in her dream, but she had grown noticeably heavier in the past month. Her white hues drifted to the floor for a second, staring into space as she thought back to her dream. No, she was just as good of a runner. Lilac was no longer the slender little princess she once was. Now a mother to be, she felt older and more mature in a way. Of course, that never stopped her from acting her normal self. A white fluffy tail curled gracefully over her paws as she reached over to drag a rabbit her way. The she-wolf stared at the limb body for a moment. "Maybe we can go for some fish later tonight? I don't know, it just sounds kinda good," she would say, giving Logan a sympathetic smile.
The she-wolf hungrily ate a hole into the rabbit, tearing its fur away to reveal more savory meat. She could never tell Logan, but at times she really felt rather fat eating so much all the time. She couldn't help it, she was just hungry. Parenthood made her appear outwardly a little less graceful, but around her mate she was comfortable. "So," she began through a mouthful. "Don't get your hopes up, but i've tried focusing on my stomach when the little ones are moving. There has to be like 4 or 5," she commented, glancing towards him before reaching down to take another bite. Unfortunately for her, the rabbit appeared already half gone.
OOC: *twiddles thumbs* I don't think pregnant wolves have the same symptoms as a human but oh well xD @logan , @zero
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2017 19:01:12 GMT -8
Cold blue eyes blinked through the dusty spacious den of his, narrowing at the morning sun that peeked inside. As time passed, the brute had laid there contemplating on how he was going to make his move on the dimwit. He could spend hours upon hours nagging about how gullible the bitch was, but in the month and a half that he had spent with her he had to admit that his annoyance toward her was underlined with sympathy at times. She was cute, he had to admit, but her personality was absolutely dreadful. He would grow insane if she continued her happy-go-lucky demeanor. The handsome devil also began to take into account the fact that the dimwit could run off at any time and never return to him. He did not keep a watchful eye on her, and at the moment her connection to him and reasoning to stay hung on a very thin thread; easily broken if he was not careful. The reasoning as to why he wanted to keep her mattered not, rather he was only worried about how he would go about doing it. It was time for him to stop being lazy and actually do something. Before he had made the motion to rise and crawl from his den, the dimwit began to speak, startling him considering she had shown up so quickly. It was merely her usual comments, chirping in her ever so happy voice as if the world were covered in rainbows and butterflies. Inferno rolled his eyes before pushing himself out of the den, meeting her bright face with his usual icy glare. His gorgeous orbs eventually shifted downwards toward two hares she had caught that lay lifeless before her. Basic breakfast. Typical. " I'm not hungry. Besides, we have something else to do today." he spoke in his usual baritone voice. Inferno ignored her face, not prepared to find a look of hurt or something of the sort visible in her expression. Not eating wasn't the end of the world anyways. Casually the male would bend forward, taking the two hares between his teeth before tossing them into his den for later. If anyone dare steal them, they would suffer surely. The brute made note to take little time with their journey, or else the hares would be infested with maggots and ultimately inedible. Miyako was probably suspecting that they were up to something fun, or perhaps she was being rewarded for her work based on his unusually uncriticizing demeanor, but that wasn't quite the case. " Fall is upon us and I need to find material to keep my den warmer." the male flicked his tail as he began to walk away, gesturing for her to join his side. Naturally she might try to object and say that she could do that on her own, but if she did, Inferno would silence her with a quiet growl. He had better things to do rather than listen to her usual speech of 'how much she owed him'. After all he had done, she had to at least have the brains to assume he wasn't all good. The large brute maintained a mild trot downhill, hawk-like eyes scanning for any soft and comfortable material to collect. Meanwhile, he vaugely watched for herbs he might use to replenish his stock. While he was used to having the dimwit do all his work, collecting herbs was the one thing he did on his own. His wisdom on what was what was far greater than the smaller bitch could ever have, and she would only piss him off getting things mixed up. Alas, as they had lived in this dry area for the past month, Inferno lacked immensely on his variety of herbs. His neat sack made of cobwebs that once held poisonous berries now had one or two that hadn't shriveled up yet. It looked like his days of intoxicating his partner were coming to a closer - for now. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing. A loose, airy growl escaped the brutes lips once again peircing eyes straying to Miyako as he stopped. Should he take his anger out on her? " Hmm, let's make a deal here. If you can find me some moss or feathers in the next half an hour, I will allow you to sleep within my den for a few days." Inferno nodded to himself as he addressed the small lupine, for once telling the truth. " If you don't," he began, narrowing his eyes cruelly at her. " You will get the scraps of my meals for a week, and only that. Now go," he continued, swiftly turning his head away as he went to look for herbs. The fact that he had offered her a place in his personal space was generous and quite rare. Surely she wouldn't pass up the offer. His den was large, but fitting two wolves would mean that they would have little space between each other. Given that she got was was asked of her, tonight would be interesting, and Inferno didn't intend on letting her sleep in the cold anymore - only because he wanted to keep an eye on her, of course.
OCC: I hope you know of the odd little relationship between these two xD If not I can shoot you a pm so you're not lost :3 @miyako
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2017 20:57:55 GMT -8
Miyako "Life Is A Flower, The Bud Must Bloom For One To See It's Full Beauty And Potential."
A simple wag of Miyako's tail was presented as she watched the larger form pull from his den. The spice furred female stepped back, allowing more room for her companion and gestured toward the kills incase Inferno didn't notice them. Oh of course he'll notice them. Her smiling face looked up to Inferno as she watched his cold gaze sweep carelessly over the hares, hoping for any response. "I'm not hungry. Besides, we have something else to do today." Miyako continued to smile, nodding her head in acknowledgment. "Well, sure. Some wolves don't like to eat so early in the morning. We can save them for later since you can't go forever without food. Sometimes I only eat greens but most wolves eat meat. I guess I eat meat I mean... it would be hard not to don'cha ya think?" Her magenta gaze searched to meet his as he moved the carcasses away into his den for later though her question wasn't met with any response.
"Fall is upon us and I need to find material to keep my den warmer." The spice furred female nodded at his words as she listened to his baritone voice. "Certainly don't wanna be cold." Her voice was light hearted and joking but Inferno didn't smile. She sighed at her failed attempt and moved forward to try and follow where his gaze went, turning her head this way and that to try and see just exactly it was he was seeing. A slight flicker of his stony tail tip was all that he provided to show that she needed to follow. "Hey, Inferno, don't you think-" Her innocent voice was cut off by a curt growl, rumbling tones surprising her into silence for the time being as she dashed to catch up with the male. Once she reached his side, she tried to fall into step with the male only to find that his strides were much larger than her own short and speedy little steps which resulted in a funny trot that she didn't like much.
As she trotted along side him, she looked around at the world that they called home. It was dry and would always be though the heat would soon fade away to a bitter chill. She wondered, for a split second, where she would sleep. Could she make herself a den? Her gaze flickered up to the straight face of Inferno as a soft rumble echoed from the caverns of his chest which was met with a curious tilt. "Hmm, let's make a deal here." Oooooohhh a deal. Deals were cool if they were even enough on both sides. She wondered what she would have to do for this deal. "If you can find me some moss or feathers in the next half an hour, I will allow you to sleep within my den for a few days." Miyako's silvered face brightened and she sucked in a surprised breath. "If you don't, you will get the scraps of my meals for a week, and only that. Now go," That was ominous and spooky. The bubbly female playfully shuddered at his statement before returning her bright magenta eyes to his own cold blue ones. "But Inferno I couldn't-" But Miyako wasn't allowed to finish her sentence as the straight-faced wolf turned away without a look back and moved off to find something or other. Oh well.
Now, to find some good bedding. Inferno said feathers and moss but how would anyone find moss here? Feathers would have to do. If she could find a dead bird she could pick it's feathers. Or she could kill a bird buuuuuutttttt she was more against that after having to kill two innocent hares already. She would just have to searching until she found those feathers. With a glance over her shoulder, Miyako spotted Inferno's figure and a confident smile flickered over her features as she turned back and trotted off.
Tagged: @inferno OOC: I think I know most of the info but if you could PM me with all of it that would be great!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 11:53:21 GMT -8
Although Logan had only seen the fear in his mates beautiful features for a split second, it was covered quickly with a smile. A concerned look crossed the wolf-dogs handsome features as he quirked an eyebrow. " Goodmorning," came her beautiful chiming voice, and then a moment later "Afternoon...". Logan gave a fond chuckle as the smaller lupine got up to stretch, touching a fiery orange cheek in which the hybrid returned to a lick of her forehead. "Aw, you could have invited me to hunt with you. I never get to do anything anymore, I don't think puppies hinder my ability to work." his amazing mate laughed to herself and Logan could only reciprocate with a sheepish smile. He felt bad of course for not inviting her, but hell if the wolf-dog knew anything about pregnancy. To him, any little trip or fall could shatter his fragile diamond. What if she got too tired while hunting? What if she got too dehydrated? All these paranoid thoughts could just about drive anyone to extreme over-protectiveness. He'd rather overwork than have Lilac be put through any sort of discomfort than she already was in. As his princess stared off for a moment, Logan took the second to appreciate how amazingly lucky he got. Lilac was as beautiful as ever, and now there was more to love. Perhaps he shouldn't doubt his little mate so much. She was probably more than capable. "I just want to spoil and pamper you.." his voice came out softly, his words coming straight from his train of thought. A small smile working its way onto his lips. The ivory female started at the hare and that only made Logan all the more happier. He wanted nothing more than to see Lilac happy and healthy. Well, with the exception to see her happy and healthy with a few pups running about.... "Maybe we can go for some fish later tonight? I don't know, it just sounds kinda good," she spoke with a sympathetic smile. Logan only grinned and nudged her cheek softly with his leathery black nose. "Whatever makes you happy, your wish is my command, my princess." his voice coming out like an almost purr. The hybrid watched with joy as his mate tore into the rabbit, a small chuckle as she started to speak with her mouth full. "So," He took a few bites out of the remaining hare before nudging it over to the pretty female, not all that hungry especially as they were to hunt later on again. "Don't get your hopes up, but i've tried focusing on my stomach when the little ones are moving. There has to be like 4 or 5,"Logan's icy blue eyes widened. "F-Four or five?!" he spoke excitedly, long ginger tail quickly bounding side to side. He was so damn excited, not only did he have a beautiful mate but also a potential 4 or 5 beautiful kids. Well that is, if they get their mothers genes. A huge grin broke out at the thought, what would they even name them?! How different would they all be...? Boys or girls?! A million questions had Logan smiling in a daze. He gave a small lick to Lilac's pale cheek, perhaps a small thank you for blessing him with this new world. She made him the happiest he'd ever been. "I hope they're not all boys. I already have a princess but I wouldn't mind a little princess too."
Addressed: @lilac OOC: LOVING THESE FATHER FEELS
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 18:44:15 GMT -8
The pearly lupine listened intently as her mate finally spoke, drawing her eyes up towards his large figure momentarily to show that she wasn't simply ignoring him. Although, the rabbit she swallowed seemed to taste better with every mouth-watering bite. It was typical for her unborn to begin moving as she ate, probably because they were receiving nutrients as well. Yes, she wasn't being fat and eating a lot, rather she was feeding herself and a few other hungry bodies. For a moment her eyes wandered to the smooth and worn floor, pondering over personalities. What would their children be like? Surely she would be happier if most of them acquired the majority of her mates personality. She had her good qualities as well, but she would never wish the burden of anxiety and over-thinking on any of her pups. Alas, Logan's luke-warm nose nudged her out of thought. "Whatever makes you happy, your wish is my command, my princess," came his intoxicating voice, an enchanting smile instantly forming on her lips. Somehow, some way, the handsome brute could always find ways to make the butterflies back. A quality like that made Lilac wonder if he would still manage years later when their pups were grown and had left the den. Lord, she couldn't bare to think of her young leaving already, not without feeling an odd stabbing feeling in her heart. She needed more than a year or two with them.
Wonderful ivory hues gauged Logan's response as she spoke of the number. She could hardly resist a quiet giggle at his expression, filled with awe and excitement. Meanwhile, her orbs barely noticed that he had pushed over his hare towards her. Oh no! He had to eat to she couldn't let her mate starve! Before she could open her maw to speak, she would listen as the brute stuttered. And not even that, but he reached over to lick her cheek as he practically beamed. "I hope they're not all boys. I already have a princess but I wouldn't mind a little princess too." he said. Lilac drew closer to him, dragging herself over to let her pale fur brush against hers as she sat. "But we might make our princess jealous," carefully she would wrap her tail around his, smiling to herself as she dragged the remaining rabbit closer. "I'll be the queen. And don't forget, you might have several princesses - who know's" Lilac continued, casting another glance to her puffed out belly. About another month and their den would be blessed with wet newborns squealing for their parents. Maybe two months ago, Lilac wouldn't have ever considered herself ready for young. The change was so fast and drastic, but it made her life so much more interesting at the same time.
As always, she felt terrible for eating still, but hunger called and her pups could not wait as they squirmed, causing the lupine to shift a bit in discomfort. Again, a thought hit her, or rather a distressing idea. "T-they'll survive the winter right? I couldn't bare-" her voice cut out suddenly, fighting back a worried whine. Lilac shook her head. "We can just gather more instalation. I don't care how hot it is." The she-wolf finished off the rabbit quickly with a few nervous before getting to her paws, hoisting herself out of the den. Of course, she would wait for her mate to follow before continuing. "Besides, I need something to do," she would continue as his handsome face reappeared into her vision.
OOC: We gotta plan out how this fire is going to disturb their lives @logan
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 17:56:54 GMT -8
- V A A S -
Some days were harder than others. There were toxic concomitants of the two melancholiacs, herself and Markarth, being so ever-present with each other. As they trudged about the earth, disregarding on an uncannily shameful degree the extents of their insanities, their refusal to confront their own psychoses was an increasingly proven antithesis to the very nature of their relationship. Markarth was an almost perfect mirror reflection of Vaas in all ways; the disgrace, the shame, the humiliation, the fear, the regret, the denial. It was all there, striding next to her for herself to face and see every day. Vaas, as she and him both knew, provided the same influence over Markarth. Every day traveled was another painful yet crucially necessary self psychoanalysis for the both of them. Because of this, they had developed, in a requited manner, a unique complex of resentment and revelation of each individual. They were both completely bitter as an appropriate return for the hatred their relationship conducted in themselves, and thoroughly longed to escape from the chaos it was causing internally, but the necessity for these revelations was a magnet. Neither of them could ever unsee, unlearn, nor undo the admissions they had discovered.
Thus, Vaas had entered into a new district of appreciation and understanding for herself and her relationship with Markarth. She was a stubborn old starets, but many living years had rewarded her with practical wisdom. With that, she understood the basis of all tragedies, that they strengthened the individual. Yet, when realism played into her knowledge, she also understood that too much tragedy was withering both physically and mentally, and so there was a contrast that tore her skin and mind apart each moment in each day. She was strong, but she was too strong. She knew too much, and that knowledge was a curse that nearly turned her to stone -- blind of all things that were not absolute truth like death and misery. She had lost what many could not live without; a response to emotional touch and a will to exist as a real, complex, worthy being. But during her endeavors with Markarth, she had begun to turn on those fateful, sorrowful ideas, still supporting them but no longer answering to them. The depressions in her memory would always be present there, but Vaas had grown an ability to look directly at them without acknowledging their detrimental effects.
In a literal and emotional sense, Oett had become a ghost in Vaas's mind. Her poor abomination of a sister had always been an unfriendly feature of her psychosis, constantly nagging Vaas of her mistakes. All the failures and burdens in Vaas's life were directly ushered in by that one, little soul. Oett. That wretched little girl who Vaas loved more than anything and anyone managed to poison her heart so potently that it took her this many years to discover a single day that Oett would finally be dead. She wasn't a physical being that followed by her side, mocking her decisions with her raggedy little legs and horrible, terrifying, stupid little face. Vaas resented the placebo demon that caricatured her innocent sister, but finally, after her time spent traveling with another lost soul, the demon had become a ghost. Oett's putting at peace brought a marvelous alleviated to Vaas, for she could finally love the little thing that followed her. The resentment for that demon was gone, which had lifted a piece of that representative indignation towards herself. She owed some of this to Markarth; not to him as an individual, but to the universe's choice to bring him into her life.
She had refused to allow herself to think of Markarth as anything other than a shadow throughout all of their time together. She understood him on a level that only reflected Vaas's own historical and present being, and for the first several weeks, Vaas viewed him as an addition to her curse, the one the universe punished her with for failing her sister and her sister's children. Yet, over time, Markarth had come to be a blessing in an unbelievably deceiving disguise. Since a few weeks before this day, Vaas had begun acquiring a new taste for the old canine male. Everything she felt towards Markarth reflected feelings towards herself, so, as she came to accept what was in her past and what may be in her future, she consequentially began to accept Markarth for who he was. He was not simply a tool for her to use when she was curious about how she looked, internally, today. He was company, and perhaps the only living being she had and would ever consider to be a companion. His intellectual understanding of Vaas and all of her reasons for absolutely everything was no curse at all. Perhaps the universe had grown tired of torturing Vaas, and had sent her someone else to do such a thing in its place in a way that would finally end the constant anathema that was her life.
At some point, Vaas shifted from begging Markarth to leave to wondering what would happen to her if he did. Despite the foul consequences and tolls their relationship had caused and taken on each other, they had an undeniably symbiotic relationship. One would not survive in any way without the other, psychologically or physically. They'd grown hatefully dependent on one another since their chance meeting. They'd never admitted this to each other, but Vaas knew it was true, and she knew Markarth felt the same. Why wouldn't she know everything that went on in his sorry little head? And why would he knew of everything that went on in hers? Vaas contemplated exactly what she wanted from him, but never did she deny a desire to leave him or stay with him, for she forced the argument to steer away from her mind. She did not want to grow hopeful about something that would never be, nor completely pass by something could could possibly grow into a future that was worth all of this time, pain, and energy in the end. What was to come of their relationship was bound to be, and Vaas would not play with her fate, something she'd learned throughout her life.
Two things could come of this. Perhaps, if fate and destiny were real, there could be three or four. On the major scale, there was the possibility that Markarth and Vaas would continue this way for the rest of their shortening lives. They would travel through the woods, the rivers, the beaches, the mountains, resisting eye contact but learning more about themselves every day to no purposeful end besides that of self understanding, which could be the very cause of their deaths. They would never reach their goals, but would have found an entirely new adventure along the way whether it meant making peace with themselves or not. Or, should the universe be forgiving, the two of them would reach their untitled destinations, the places they had convinced themselves they were going to reach -- the places they had convinced themselves were the only thinks keeping their blood pumping. For Vaas, it was the children. It was avenging Oett and making up for the mistake she'd made by leaving her nieces and nephew. She had to meet them and know they were alive. For Markarth, supposedly, it was finding and saving his mate. Neither of these possibilities were going to be realistically or naturally achieved, but they fought for these futures regardless. Of course, there was a chance that none of these things would ever happen. Markarth and Vaas would part ways, abandoning their intellect and psychoanalytical opportunity, either reaching their final destinations on their own or not at all. Vaas could only wonder.
The dark lady wolf stuck her paw in the earth, creating an indistinct parking of a pawprint. The soil was dry and not very malleable. She tested the consistency to decide whether she should continue walking or suggest taking a rest, but it was clear that this was not the right place. That her nose was dry and cracking under the crisp winds of autumn inclined Vaas to swipe her tongue over her snout, soothing it until a time came when she could fill herself with cool liquid from a cold lake. She trotted quickly up towards Markarth, gazing at him only for a moment to study any observations he was making himself. Neither of them knew where they were going, but they let each other follow their instincts towards less destined locations, but perhaps these were just detours from their mindless endeavors. Vaas shook her head as she imagined how long it would be before the next arrival to a source of water. Her stomach ached, but she nor Markarth could not hunt until they were hydrated.
"The air smells," she paused, for she could not find a more appropriate term than "fiery." She looked around the sky, wondering about the origin. She knew the smell; it was fire. It was distant, but fire tended to spread very quickly, especially in these windy seasons where the hot summer meets the crisp, moveable air of fall.
Vaas continued heading east, as the fire began to usher in from the west. They were headed towards water, and the eastern winds from the coast would eventually help locate a safe place for the two elders to rest until it was safe to travel again. Vaas eyes Markarth from the left of his flank, tilting her head towards the east. Finally, they had a destination.
WORD COUNT 1600
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 17:15:39 GMT -8
Logan felt his skin heat up where his beautiful mate sat close to him, he never failed to feel the slight tingle of butterflies that rushed through him everytime she got even remotely close. He had it bad for her, she was his entire world and the wolfdog knew life wouldn't be worth living without his princess. "But we might make our princess jealous," she spoke as her tail carefully intertwined with his own. Pale against vibrant was truly beautiful. Logan watched with a fond smile as she began on the remaining rabbit. "I'll be the queen. And don't forget, you might have several princesses - who know's." And with that, the hybrid couldn't get the huge damn smile off his face. Yes, because now, Lilac wasn't just his princess anymore but his Queen. Someone he wanted to serve and only ever to make her happy. She had blessed him with what he always thought would be unimaginable.
A sudden shift of her pale bodice snapped Logan back to attention from his dream like state. "T-they'll survive the winter right? I couldn't bare-" her voice cut short and Logan snapped his head to her direction. She looked thoroughly distraught and it panicked him a little. "We can just gather more insulation. I don't care how hot it is." she said with a shake of her head as she finished the meal. She had quickly hoisted herself up and out the den and Logan's face was filled with concern as he hesitantly followed his mate out. "Besides, I need something to do."
Logan let out a small sigh and a worried smile. "Babe, they'll survive, I'll make sure of it, and I'll love them all equally as much as eachother and you." he said reassuringly before approaching the stressed she-wolf and giving her an eskimo kiss. "We'll get some insulation but not too much okay? Don't wanna smother the things before they even get to call me daddy." he grinned his charming, playful smile before licking softly at Lilac's soft, pale cheek followed by an extremely gentle nudge of his forehead against hers, something he always found comforting.
Flickering amethyst, haloed eyes around the rogue territory, he spotted a few piled of fallen leaves that had collected from trees. That would probably be a good start. Flashing a smile to his mate, the hybrid slowly made his way there, hopefully with Lilac right beside him, until he came across a few bundles of once-greenery. Looking to each one of them, he gave a sheepish smile to the she-wolf. "Wanna pick the insulation?"
Addressed: @lilac
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2017 18:00:28 GMT -8
It was evident that her unrest had rubbed off on Logan as he hesitantly followed her, as if he were in trouble. Alas, a small, worried smile reappeared on his alluring features paired with a concerned sigh. Though he had said nothing, perhaps he was right. Just by reading his demeanor, Lilac knew she shouldn't be stressing about the smallest mistakes. Their pups held a high chance at surviving the winter as long as she and Logan took good care of them. If they died, it was their fault ultimately. Lilac's face went horrifically blank at the idea, only for a split second, before reminding herself that she couldn't possibly be the worst parent out there. No, they'll survive. I won't kill my pups, so shut up and stop looking so stupid. " Babe, they'll survive, I'll make sure of it, and I'll love them all equally as much as eachother and you." Her mates reassuring voice brought her back to reality, a soothing bright face reminding her that all was well. Briefly, as their noses touched, the lupine almost felt as though she could melt right there in that moment, forever enticed by her mates loving gesture. Never in her life had she felt so at home around another, so confident that she could both concur the world and bawl at his paws with no shame weighing at her shoulders. It was truly a mystery how Logan was so good at supporting her every need. And only to think that a little more than a month ago she had bumped into this handsome young male with a bit of an awkward personality, surely taken aback by her appearance after once acting a bit shielded. " We'll get some insulation but not too much okay? Don't wanna smother the things before they even get to call me daddy." Logan licked at her cheek as she nodded, a gentle smile playing at her lips as his forward nudged hers for a moment. He was right. Their den was no furnace, much less would their pups be able to handle the heat. Perhaps they would, but constantly being drenched in sweat made her physically feel unclean. The creamy lupine followed after her mate as he moved forward, her hind swaying slightly as the constant moving weight of her belly. He was aimed for a floor littered with leaves, autumn colors painting the dry ground and giving her a variety of choices. It was practically just decorating the den, something lighthearted and fun for her to ponder over, like what colored leaf should go where. The trek was quite short, a slight gust of wind blowing the colors closer to them as they came to a stop. "Wanna pick the insulation?" her mate offered, and Lilac would softly nod her head in response. Most of them were the same size, probably all fallen from the same nearby tree's. Greens mixed with reds, oranges, and browns. If she really wanted to get OCD over the whole ordeal, she might just pick the same number of each color and separate them around the den. While her mind worked at ideas, her eyes lay glued on a particular leaf, though as she reached down to grab it, another burst of wind blew it from her reach. Along with this, a stinging sensation burned her nose as she choked on the warm smoke. Smoke. In an instant, her head had popped up, eyes alert for the familiar swirls of flame. What had blinded them from the nearing fire until now had been purely the wind blowing the smoke away from them. As such, the fire was located behind their den in the distance, likely nearing slowly due to the wind pushing it away. Nevertheless, Lilac froze for a second before tearing her eyes away from the waves of ash and looking to her mate, almost as if silently asking him 'what the hell'. Things only slowly began clicking in her head, the gears moving like molasses as she evaluated the almost unrealistic situation infront of them. They couldn't stay, could they? Was there anything in the den they would need to take? Where would they go? Would they be able to evacuate quickly enough? The she-wolf's mouth moved for a long time without creating sound, purely dumbfounded. Snap out of it, idiot. " There's nothing left for us here. Let's go... but where do you suggest we go? There's not much water here." she began, nearing her mate wearily for comfort. The forest fire threatened them, but it was far enough away for them to get a head start without falling into harm's way. Still a little clueless, though, she awaited Logan's decision which she considered to be the best judgement here.
OOC: Iffy post *-* @logan, @zero
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 16:35:46 GMT -8
Markarth could not match the wonderment he felt when Vaas crossed his mind to any other observed nor unobserved phenomenon. Vaas was Markarth's all but literal epitome, and with this came a conflict between his disgust with that matter and his appreciation for Vaas's very existence. Markarth's feet bled as long as he marched aimlessly towards his lover, Vivec. Here, with that consequence of disgust, was Vaas, speechlessly revealing to Markarth that Vivec was forever inaccessible. But there, wherein is due his appreciation, was Vaas, pulling the old bastard into reality and saving him from utter insanity. He would have been lost in his own corrupted mind had the elder female never come along.
"It does," he responded as he, too, searched for the origin of the scent. It had thus far been proven that Vaas was indestructible. The two seniors had discussed this topic during recent times when they had began vocalizing their soundless ideas about each other. Markarth had begun to understand Vaas's view on the universe and its treatment of her, and agreed that her presence would also guarantee his unfaithful protection, which, until this point, would have been a death sentence in itself. Thus, Markarth was unafraid of whatever hot winds were coming this way, but as the lady wanted, a destination had to be solidified today so that they could continue to feel like they had a purpose in life.
Yet, the wrong destination was chosen. "No," Markarth grunted as Vaas aimed eastward. They would end nowhere but the pines, where they could only be trapped by the mountain prairie's prohibiting escarpment. "We'll go northeast, to the desert. The pines will trap us." Markarth, in an imitating turn, flicked his own head towards the north. Vaas had always gotten what she wanted between the two of them, and that was a respect Mark gave her for being the smarter of the two, but today, Mark knew he was right.
@vaas
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 17:56:13 GMT -8
Miyako
Miyako put on a burst of speed, hot pink eyes scouting out the ground as she progressed. It seemed pretty much like her only hope was to find some feathers unless she actually managed to stumble upon some moss out here. Most of the plants were dry which would result in itchy, scratchy bedding. Not something anyone would or could ever want to have.
With this thought in mind, the lithe female set forward again, dainty paws careful on the dusty ground. The sun hadn't fully warmed the earth yet, and judging by the amount of cloud cover today, it was unlikely that the day would ever fully warm. Lately it seemed as if the weather had decided that the sun was longer wanted, in the end deciding to cover it up was a curtain of cool grays that keep the light from touching any expectant surfaces. In fact, the cloud color reminded her a lot of Inferno's pelt- and maybe a little of his personality too. A soft snicker left her muzzle at such a thought, a warm smile spreading her lips as the buoyant sound filled a territory that remained relatively still despite the warmth of her presence.
Stop getting side tracked. Miyako reminded herself of the important task at hand-or rather at paw- and did her best to shake herself out of her giggly state. Charging forward, the mottled female caught the scent of some sort of meat-ish type thing. Was it a bird or mammal smell? Either could be beneficial, a pelt from one and feathers from the other. A win win. As she drew closer, Miyako managed to spot the carcass. It wasn't in a prime condition really. If you couldn't tell that by the smell you could tell by looking at it. Even from a distance away, it appeared almost mutilated as if some coyote had done a really sloppy job and had been so ashamed of it's work that it left the corpse behind in despair.
Miyako wrinkled her nose as she forced herself to get closer to the... thing, studying the condition of it's fur. A little bloody and maybe a puncture here and there but overall a pretty okay find. All she would have to do was strip it, clean it, dry it and present it. Sure it sounded like a lot of work but it couldn't be that hard, right?
Tagged: @inferno OOC: --- Word Count: 399
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 15:20:43 GMT -8
Every time she smiled, Logan fell inlove all over again. He swore by it. The way his heart fluttered and his stomach flipped, his mind going into a haze of nothing but Lilac, Lilac, Lilac. He didn't know what gods he appeased in a past life to deserve such a mate, but damn he was grateful for it. The piles of autumn leaves were pretty, shades of red, orange and the tiniest green falling from the sky into piles. Being the brute he was, Logan knew nothing of interior decorating. Hell, for the most of his life he lived in a metal cage - his second home being 'the ring'. So he sat back to watch his mate flutter about picking out precise leaves, he knew he could never do that. He'd probably just bunch whatever and however much he could fit into his mouth before stuffing it into their den. Although the mess would probably stress his pretty little lady a lot, a small smile played on his lips at the thought. His smile dropped a second later. Being half German Shepard and half wolf, Logan's sense of smell was sharp. And damn this was a scent that stabbed. The thick smell was oh so familiar and immediately his large head snapped towards the source. A shiver shot through hard muscle and thick orange fur, memories of hot iron, glowing red as it burnt its number into his skin and fur. Except this time, the stench of flesh was not present. He took a quick breath to calm his nerves, the recalling of pained yelps and howls and limping for days after causing anxiousness to run through him. Amethyst orbs dropped from thick smoke to a wave of flames, embers the color of his own pelt, and the ashes they left in their trail the color of his mates. Eyes widened as Lilac too had become alert. The air was warm and it was almost hard to breathe, thankfully they were quite away from the danger lines of it all. A million curse words went through Logan's mind as he was sure the flames consumed where once their den lay. Shit, what are we gonna do now?! Fuck, that was the only protection we had against the up-coming winter. Crap, we're gonna have to move... Violet caught a crystal gaze as Lilac's pretty face held a surprised yet questioning expression, in which Logan could only look back helplessly. He stared at the flames engulfing the land as it moved further away from the duo. Panic struck the male. "There's nothing left for us here. Let's go... but where do you suggest we go? There's not much water here." came the delicate voice of his mate. Where the hell should he suggest to go? No - he needed to think rationally. He had to. He needed to think of a plan. He needed to keep his family safe. He needed to find a source of food and water and shelter from the cold. He needed... He needed to hug Lilac. Immediately the large beast stepped towards the smaller female and pulled her in for an embrace, his neck craning to push her snowy cranium into his cream-colored fluffy chest. Was he feeling emotionally distraught? He didn't know. The den held some sort of sentimental value to the hybrid. It was the first home he had in these lands. It was where he encountered the first wolf he had ever met (besides his parent - in which he didn't get to meet for very long). The albino giant, what a shame Logan wouldn't befriend him. What an odd duo they would have made. The albino and the hybrid. Yet the giant traveled with a group and the wolfdog wasn't prepared for that sort of life. But perhaps now he should think of starting to prepare for such. What was his name... Ulz... Ulzamati? His memory was a little foggy, but he was sure it was that. Not long after the encounter, Logan had found the lupine he wanted to spend the rest of his life with - or rather, she found him. Yes as soon as crystal orbs peaked in and violet met them, he knew he was done for. He had fallen inlove in that den, he had planned a life to be a father in that den. And now it was reduced to nothing more than soldering, collapsed rubble. After a long moment of silence, Logan reluctantly pulled away to look down at the beauty he'll do anything to keep safe. Even if it meant getting skinned alive to keep her and the pups warm with a fur coat. "We'll head south, I'm sure there will be places with food and water." he said, although a little uncertain. Yet the male gave an encouraging smile, he leaned down to lightly Eskimo kiss his mate. "No matter what, I'll protect you, and our kids." Even if it means finding a group, or even worse - a pack. So with that, the large lupine turned towards his chosen destination - anything was better than here. .: Exit to: TBD? :.
Addressed: @lilac OOC: omfg second time writing this. Was not anywhere near as good as the first. Sorry ;-;
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 12:28:05 GMT -8
A wraithlike figure flitted through the sparse brush with ethereal grace, an alabaster splash against the gold of the drying shrubs. The sandy ground beneath the ivory bitch’s paws was littered with pinestraw that shifted and swept with each of her long, nimble strides. Despite the warm sun, the air had a chill to it, one which crept beneath the female’s short, soft fur and slithered along her skin. Fall had come, and seemed determined to make itself known.
The past year of Psyche’s life had been a long one. She had spent most of it flitting from place to place, refusing to settle anywhere for more than a day or two. The albino creature had also been almost entirely alone for the better part of the last several months, save for two or three short-lived companions toward the beginning of her travels. For the most part, she had kept to herself unless she needed something - food or shelter, mostly. It was all too easy to lure in a male to aid her, none the wiser to the fact that he was being used. Now, however, she had become mostly self sufficient, used to living the lonesome existence of a rogue - though she was not above making use of her charms, physical and otherwise. She had been gifted with her attributes, so what was the harm in using them to her advantage?
Though she wasn’t looking for anything in particular here, Psyche had spent longer than usual in these woods. She had been here for almost a week, keeping to herself away from the few wolves that had passed through. Perhaps something had drawn her there, though she couldn’t think what it might have been. Perhaps a scent she hadn’t consciously registered, though she hadn’t really found anything of interest since arriving. Whatever the case, she didn’t think much of it. The terrain was decent, though prey was a bit scarce. She would stay - for now.
OOC: Not a great post, but it’s enough to get her started xDD She’s there and ready whenever you are, @marusya !
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Post by Maleah on Nov 25, 2017 21:49:26 GMT -8
The rays of the rising sun streamed through the leaves, hitting the ground with hues of red, yellow, orange, and green. Autumn was beautiful. Simply beautiful. The cooling breeze, the refreshing cold of the rivers, the earthy scent of the falling leaves, the colours of the light that streamed through the trees. It was her favorite season by far. For now, the she-wolf walked in the tense-relaxed state that she had adopted after being commanded to by Marusya and Koga. Her tail didn't wag behind her, her ears didn't flop with every step she took, her stature never rose above Marusya's. She was slowly growing comfortable with the posture around Marusya. She was growing comfortable in general around Marusya in general. With the knowledge that the she-wolf was near her, she let her mind wander. They had followed the wolves she feared most into the night in the previous week or two. Last night, she had a nightmare. A terrible one. The worst one she had experienced in almost a year.
She stood in the woods that they traveled to, the darkness and slight fog not giving her any hint that it could possibly be a dream. It was hauntingly familiar, only because she had only experienced the dry woods at night. Her posture was the same tense-relaxed that she had adopted the day before. Tendrils of fog wove around her, leaving her alone and separated from any signs of life. The trees were pine, their needles stabbing out like miniature swords. They formed a ring around her, trapping her within the foggy confines of the clearing.
"Oh lookie! Tweety thinks that she can run around all high and mighty!" a hauntingly familiar voice cackled. A shot of fear struck through her heart, her neon eyes widening as a large ashen form slunk out of the fog. Beelzebub. His mouth foamed. Orange eyes blazed with an emptiness that could only be described as ironic. He wasn't sane, not in the slightest. Instinctively, neon eyes locked with the demon's hollow orbs. She watched as he lurched forwards, almost in a severely drunken manner. He continued to cackle, the sound strangling her eardrums as he drew closer. "What do you think gives you the right to stand up, slave!?" He bellowed at her, causing her form to snap down. It was deva vu. The flecked male drew closer and closer to her hunched down frame. She trembled, her muscles not used to being tucked down for so long. Her tail strained to tuck itself as far under her bodice as it once had. Her ears glued themselves to her skull without a problem. Even so, the crazy male continued to advance.
"Maleah, why do you sink so low my dear?" the comforting voice of Koga graced her eardrums. Oh, thank Adjetni! The promise that the male made before leaped into her mind. She was safe, he was going to protect her. Even so, he asked a question, and she presumed that she should answer, "I am scared Prophet. Scared of Beelzebub," she replied, her soft voice warbling with the levels of adrenaline that pumped through her veins. She was facing away from her Alpha, as she cowered as soon as she could, in the other male's direction. She watched as the silver male before her seemed to just ignore Koga. The sandy male behind her commanded, "Stand up, head up, ears up, tail out. No harm with come to you. I told you this. Do you doubt me and my promises?" Maleah was quick to shake her head. She trusted the male, more than almost anyone else. Except Marusya. Marusya held the most trust of the shattered she-wolf.
"Tweeeety," Beelzebub droned, "You stand up, I take you down. You're dead. Dead, dead, dead!" Maleah shivered. This could not be happening. Her frightened gaze swung around to look at Koga. He seemed to be ignoring the other male's threat. His eyes stared harshly back into her own. He expected her to do as she said. She gladly would, if there wasn't the threat of death so close by. As she didn't move from her crouched position, the small sounds of cracking caused her gaze to flick back to Koga. His pelt began to catch fire, slowly taking on the appearance of the God she was told by Marusya often in the latest week. His eyes burned with the red and orange of a raging fire. His size swelled like a balloon, his body cracking and shaking as he transformed. "Stand!" the morphing Prophet screamed. Maleah was more terrified of the burning wolf behind her than she was of the ashen male in front of her. She shot to her paws, her eyes wide open to see what would happen. "Foolish girl. Silly, silly, stupid, moron, disobedient!" Beelzebub screamed, launching himself at her tiny frame. Maleah mentally begged for Adjenti to spare her, though she hadn't known him long, she was desperately trying to learn. That would be worth some merit, right? An inhuman roar behind her made her flick her head around the moment before fire blazed her pelt from the beast's mouth and Beelzebub's fangs slammed into her neck.
She had woken up in a heavy sweat, her body coated in terror. It had felt to real, so likely to happen. Without Koga near, her paranoia was huge. Even so, she continued to walk through the autumn morning near Marusya. It still shot her heart into a frenzy thinking about her dream, but she obediently walked beside the pregnant she-wolf, not bothering her with her conflicts. She had gathered a bit of knowledge from Marusya's teachings, but not enough to explain it fully. It was slow progress, but enough for her to grasp what was going on around her in relation to Adjenti. The tiny she-wolf took solace in the colors swirling around her to distract her mind. They were fiery, a fitting season for Adjetni from what she had gathered.
As she watched the shrubs around her that morphed colors, a striking difference caught her eye. It was a wolf, a large one relative to her. Most noticeably, she was white. Pure white. The lightest white she had ever seen. Almost as white as snow. It was beautiful to say the least. "White..." she whispered, her neon eyes stuck locked on the she-wolf. She looked so... pure. So pristine and untouched by sin. Maleah watched in awe at the she-wolf's movements. She looked like an angel, a body of pure energy. Surely, that was what Adjenti had sent Marusya the message for. The purest white that Maleah had seen living. Along their way, Maleah had kept her eyes peeled for anything white. She had seen little white flowers, and little white clumps of fluff, but none of them seemed to make a connection. Hopefully, their search would be over at their discovery of the she-wolf.
@marusya @psyche
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2017 15:04:51 GMT -8
| Marusya's belly hung lower within the last week, tits beginning to fill with milk and bulge from her underside. The familiar heaviness had her anxiety and insomnia flaring up with each passing day. If Maru had to guess how far along she was, it would be a month. Which means about a month left before she is introduced to the growing bodies inside her.
Chocolate eyes have been guarded as well the last week, her only focus having been teaching Maleah. Marusya would never let on how grateful she was for the other's presence, as this would be the most trying time for her in the next several weeks, and potentially months after that. Not only did she have to worry about the burden literally growing on her, but also of the pack they were travelling with. For the most part, she kept their pace slower and at a distance to the rest of the group, but close enough to them where other predators and wolves would not try to mess with them.
The only other thing she had to look forward to was the vision Adjetni gave her. Bright white was her only clue. As her head hung low as she was lost in thoughts, she was pulled from them at Maleah's voice. Turning her head, her own breath left her. She was unsure what she was expecting, but she was not expecting another wolf. Although, as small as their group was, it would make sense for their God to send them on a mission to recruit more bodies.
The she-wolf that stood yards away could only be described as beautiful, pure, and white. Her fur was stark white, holding the faintest touches of pale pink underneath, nose a tinge of pink, and could those be pale pink eyes as well? Marusya had vaguely heard of these kinds of wolves, only stories told by other breeders in her past. Eyes of chocolate could not help but tarnish the purity of the she-wolf as she brazenly looked over the other.
Not only was she beauty, she was also built for power. While small, still bigger than Marusya, her form was muscular. To Marusya, she was more fit than herself and Maleah, making her a wonderful addition to the group. The she-wolf also seemed bored, not sure why Marusya thought that, but something about her expression and body language read boredom. Taking steps forward, she would use this moment to teach Meleah and to recruit a rarity, a precious gemstone among rocks.
"Good Day," she called forth, taking precious steps forward, cautious to incoming attacks. "I'm Marusya, this is Maleah," she bobbed her head in greeting, a gentle smile replacing her earlier expression of dread. "I have to say, my dear, you look beautiful, I have never seen a wolf as pure as you," she stated, eyes again looking over the albino, now close up to her. "If I'm allowed to presume, you look bored, and alone," she stated the obvious, "Perhaps we can be of assistance to both?"
Marusya wasted no time in shirking the point, she wanted this white wolf, and why else would Adjetni send her if this wolf was not also looking for something from them. Her own eyes held a fire inside them, burning with unknown possibilities and power. Marusya will have this wolf of pristine purity, by willingness or by force. She will have her. | |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 13:25:31 GMT -8
TIKAL THE ROGUE
A pair of dulled sun colored eyes lift to stare curiously at the sky high pine trees that seem to only graze the clouds from her perspective. Her gaze doesn't tear from the autumn colorscheme, leaves littered about carelessly in warm colors, and her paw pad presses onto one of them, breaking the fragile blade. At the soft crinkling noise, that is when the daydreaming tundra wolf is distracted, although hardly forgetting her companion being present.
She had only just recently suggested to settle into the small space that were closed in by the clearly larger packs in the area, however the place had gave her a sense of comfort, the edges of her lips twitching upwards in a peachy smile. She holds a smooth, leisurely gait as her legs stretch over patches of grass, cherishing the autumn zephyr.
She seems to mildly enjoy this place - perhaps it would be nice to settle in the area. Reaching a patch of long blades of grass, the she wolf halted, her head shifting towards Haruna's direction. Her posture and expression is relaxed, standing idly as the autumn wind drags a lone fallen leaf along its current.
A simple inquiry slips from her maw, her voice mellow as it usually is. "Haruna, do you think this is a good place to stay? ...I feel rather comfortable here." Of course, the mackenzie tundra wolf wanted her friend's approval. Although she's always comfortable around her travelling companion, Tikal always reminds herself for the consent of others - it was only the polite thing to do - and she seemed to have nothing more to add, awaiting the response of her friend.
[@haruna ]
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