White Bird, [aw] makea? Luc?

[Seraphim]

[[OOC stuff here]] The leaves blow Across a long black road To its darkened sky In its rage Chilly north wind rustled lightly in the white dolly's pelt as she sat pondering all that had happened in the few short weeks since the unfortunate encounter with Balraj and Noah. Confusion. Everything was turned on its head since the mistress of the land had left the place open to take over. Seraphim could not claim to have fought overly hard to keep stability in her aunt's absence. In fact, she might have been the cause of why the only defender had taken the hit and fall in protecting her. The red sandstone under her belly was warm from soaking up the mid afternoon sun. Could she blame herself? Yes. She could. Far to easily. After all, right at the pack meeting she had been claimed as a one of the alpha's chosen females. Not that it meant much since there were more then one. But she would not hunger for more attention then she could handle at the moment. Balraj's request for her as queen still lingered in her ears ever so sweetly, his soft nuzzle to her shoulder. She sighed something awful, emotions mixing it up so bad that it couldn't be deciphered easily. She liked it in a weird way. Being noticed like that, valued beyond her parents shadow. It was different in a good way. But that fear of the unknown and known were at the very front of her mind. She had run like Noah had said too, she found a hiding place and stayed there for a very long time, but it was not Noah that had come to find her, but the one she had fled from waiting on the other side of the watery pool. He had kicked her, touched her, in ways she had been too naive to understand that time. Guilt was there too, she had betrayed Noah at least 3 times. Once for not fighting at his side, a second time by not staying hidden and waiting for him to fetch her, and a third and most recent time by allowing that violet eyed beast to tempt her with that smooth voice and like it. Her paws folded helplessly over her eyes as she drunk in the sea salt air to calm her slight panic attack that had started to make her breathing rapid and thoughts run wild. At the very least she felt safe with Noah to the extent she could be in the middle of her heat, drunk, and sleeping at the foot of his bed and he would not lay a ill willed hand upon her. He was a Gentleman. A rare thing in these lands it seemed. Ah. She took a deep breath, her ice shard eyes closing faintly, and rolled to curl up comfortably in the sunlight. At least for now she could slumber in peace. But the white bird Just sits in her cage All alone

[Makea]

His scent was plastered all over her, his scent her lover’s, her master’s sent was all over the white whore. She would pay, she was one that sat at the top of his harem, and he wanted her there. Then now all the sudden since she was with children that he so stupidly presumed his she was no longer worthy of having his eyes solely upon her, she thought she had made it clear that he was allow to play around as so long as she was there. Was it so wrong that she wanted to partake in the game and taste of a female? She was his female wasn’t she?! A snarl upon her face as she moved closer and closer, the scent of her male got stronger as she moved, she gave her tail a flicked up to protect the swollen stomach. ”You fucking whore wake up!” Makea took a paw and she gabbed the white female as hard as she could in the stomach area. The sleeping beauty was no longer going to be so pretty. She knew she would get away with it; she was his pet, collared, marked and everything.

[Seraphim]

Nearing that limbo between sleep and being awake she didn't quite register the figure moving in her direction as real till she heard the cursing and felt the sharp pain dig into her abdomen. It wasn't another nightmare... This was real. Bell like voice cried out with the sudden tearing of her delicate skin, eyes watering as her eyes clenched shut. What... What had she done this time? She wriggled helplessly enough, kicking for any exposed flesh of her attacker if only to break her grip and drop so she could run again. But the strong slender fingers just cut deeper as the young miss howled out in agony. "lemme go... please... oh spirits!... please stop!" she wined out between whimpers and the sickening feeling of your own blood slowly draining making her wish she could pass out. Despite to escape she struck out again, her face already becoming stained with tears of fear while her clawed hinds aiming for that bulking belly that seemed so close.

[Makea]

She was sure the white slut was going to wake up, though she was wrong, she started to attack, and mutter things about sprits. Stupid bitch, and then the paw slashed though the air, cutting a small line down her stomach. She looked down looking at the blood slowly coming up from her stomach she snarled oh the slut was going to pay for it, she lowered her body down like she was going out for a hunt. ”Shhh…little dove…sleep, go back to sleep.” Yes, sleep; make it easier for her to off the one that her master had his eyes upon. She walked around her waiting on her to sleep, her mind plotted and processed everything that she thought she could do to her, to make sure that no longer would the male find her so damn cute and making them lust after her.

[Seraphim]

Compared to the long claws digging into her belly when the snow-girl fell to the dusty ground she could have kissed it. Her four legs shifted under her delicate frame as she gathered her wits. She saw the tiny splash of red on her back toes and connected the dots at the small bit of rose liquid rolling down the pregnant woman's belly. So that's why she got dropped. This couldn't be happening... Oh gods, this was a nightmare! She whinnied in a rather pathetic way, inching herself away from the stalking monster that was out to get her this time. And her sick and hateful words slipping into the air. She scented the master in both of their pelts and she only cowered more. Did he send this woman to punish her for avoiding his bed? " I'm sorry, please forgive me!" She managed to squeak out as she continued to back into the rocky down side of the hill. Though that woman did not look at all like she was willing to accept apologies. She felt the slope fall greater still behind her tail. Daring a quick peak behind she just shivered then turned on a dime to use the hill to help pick up her speed. And she ran. Each jagged stone, all the up turned blades of grass slide under her paws as she went. But she couldn't help but take one quick look back at that horrible creature. It looked like she was not going to give up on her hunt so easily.

[Makea]

The line down her stomach was starting to lighten up, the blood was easing up the sable color pet was marked; the white whore had slashed her, making a mark upon her children’s home. She was sickened with hate for her. The look upon her face was what Makea would call fear. And she knew that she damn well had a ready to fear her. Not only was she the top ranked Harem, but she was with the Master’s children. Lip where gathered and parted showing her fangs. She stocked the other female, watching her back up the higher ranking female just wish she would have just stayed asleep, she could have made her death so much easier. Sorry? Oh, you’re going to be sorry! Not only is there a price to pay here, but if any of my children die you will pay. “ She gave a push with her back legs pushing her forward ”Now lay down and take your punishment. Like the good little slut that he thinks you are.”

[Seraphim]

So this is what it felt like to be prey. She hated it. Her heart was beating frantically in her breast as the true chase begin. She couldn't help it! Even the fear seemed to be trapping the air in her lungs, her panic making things hard to breath or even think. The hill took a sharp turn too the lavender thicket she had had that talk with Balraj in. Though that was not the first face that came to mind when she needed protection the most. It was a boy with miss matched eyes. But she couldn't linger on the brief image. She turned to look back at her pursuer. Bad move. She stumbled mid step on a hidden bit of drift wood and tumbled head over heels into the purple flowers. Dirt stains now spotted her pelt. Her tears seemed to be free flowing and endless as her ears fell back timidly and looked up in complete and utter fear of her hunter. Yet oddly enough, the soiled pelt and roughed up fur did not damage her looks one bit. She was one of the few that could even cry and still look pretty. Though that was about as far as her talents went. Muttering her frightened apologies and backing up quickly with her belly dragging in the soil she was just a poor white rabbit running from the cunning fox. And if only out of any more bright ideas she raised her voice to the sky, a beautiful cry for salvation of any kind.

[Balraj]

The King hid in his home, hung over and in pain. Clawed fingers twitch in the darkness, biting into the tender flesh of his abdomen while closed eyes hide beneath a furry arm. His thrown, drenched with sweat and vomit from when he had fallen from his artificial pedestal. Yes he had needed to call Lucifer for more of what he had given him, but he couldn’t steady himself enough to stand much less howl thanks to the convulsions. But that had seemed to have mostly passed; he could kind of lift his head without an instant wave of nausea engulfing him and stagger outside to relieve himself. Balraj’s ears perked to attention as a nearby song reached his ears. There was no mistaking Sera or the anxiety and fear tainting her voice. Groaning, he slowly and shakily climbed to his feet, using the cave wall to push himself up the rest of the way, using it to support him until he got to the exit. Taking a breath he let loose a warning howl, letting whoever was fucking with Sera know that they better beat it or they were in for a rough night… and they still might be depending on who it was. He started out towards the direction her howl had raised from slowly picking up his pace from a careful walk to a staggering jog. Getting more and more irritated the further he ran. As he ran his clouded mind danced back to thought of Sera, of her ripe scent he had picked up here and there, of the promise to himself to not touch her until she begged for it, remembering that he would probably have to compromise on that last bit if he ever wanted to get anything from her. He could hear the commotion know, he was really close. He tested the air searching for his victim. He found her too, stumbling as the realization came to him. He gnashed his teeth as a low growl rumbled from his chest. Already the flames of his rage were licking at his consciousness. He reached them and staggered to a stop, hunching over as he panted from his short run, glaring at Makea as he did. “Wha do you thing yer doin?” his speech slurred but holding all of the malice he needed it to. He stepped in between the two with his back to Sera, thankfully not staggering while he moved.

[Makea]

This bitch smelt like his man, she wasn’t shameful of it. Though she was cowering like the bitch that she was, this made her glad but, never the less she smelt like Balraj, she had been faithful, she hadn’t looked back to go to any male since she came to the lands. Her teeth clicked as she moved closer, ready to push the female over the edge. Her jade eyes scanned her over looking for a weak spot in her body to make an attack upon. Oh the joys of having this bitch at her own mercy were sweet.

She saw her master; she gave a soft shake of her tail as he moved in to block her from her prey. She licked her lips as her eyes never leaving what she wanted, the white female dead. ”I went to wake her, and she attacked me. Bring blood, blood for blood it’s all fair!” She lowered her body as she moved closer to the leader, as she reached up and licked his chin. ”I’ve been awaiting your call…”

[Seraphim]

Angel girl noticed the cliff side disappearing into an edge just behind her tail. So this was it. This was going to be how she died? Would anyone care? Her voice fell flat in her throat. She only spared one pitiful glance up at her tormentor. No, she didn't want to die yet. Not yet! Only to will to keep on living forced her body to move the way it did- head low, posture rough but square, and tail low. A very basic and simplistic way to defend on self from enemies, though little good it would do her, one good tackle from someone who knew what they were doing and she would go flying. And just as the distance closed between prey and predator- a hero intervened. His movement was rocky but to her untrained eye he was the prince to her princess. Relief. A still shaken smile and thoughtless nuzzle to his back expressed her thankfulness. But her limbs gave out under her, and she fell back down to the soil only to watch his back and her attacker try to smooth talk her way around him. Repulsion. What lies! Seraphim only lifted her head like a wronged dignitary. "You are mistaken!" She curled even tighter in on her limbs and while a bitter side of her reared its ugly head. "For the first blood is was your's-" Seraphim let her white paw bush upon her belly to only to come back out with a smudge of red. "For when you had gone to wake me- your claws dug into my pelt first! Blood for blood, Yes?" Her ears pulled back as if she had been insulted. "Your debt has been paid to my claw when I struck to get you to release me. We are Even." This was a flighty bravery, for if her defender had not been there to shield- Seraphim would never would have spoken out. Some would call this cowardice. And she would not deny it one bit.

[Balraj]

He was being assaulted on both sides but he didn’t fight the unwanted touch, he let them have their licks and nuzzles mostly because it took to much energy to move away he just concentrated on not being pushed over. He squeezed his eyes shut; their voices causing his stomach to twist and curl like oily smoke on a breezeless day. He grimaced as they began telling their side to the situation. Sure he could smell their blood on the wind, barely, all this infernal bitching for a scratch. He brought a hand up and rubbed his eyelids, regretting for the first time having multiple females around him as he listened to Sera’s response to what Makea had said. “Well dere, sounds like we are all even now, now les all make peace an' go back to our dens” his voice dry and holding an irritated quality to it. He didn’t move from between them, waiting for them to verbalize their peacefulness before giving them a shot at one another.

[Makea]

Her eyes glued upon the white whore, she would have her blood upon the lands. She twitched her ear as she never moved her eyes off of her. ”I can’t, I won’t! This whore needs to learn her place.” She didn’t dare say that she wanted him to her’s and her’s alone, she was his and she wanted him to be that to her. She smacked her lips as she shifted her weight moving in closer to him, as she lips his chin. Her eyes making sure that she saw what she was doing, as she stood there, Her head lifted up as she again confessed her feelings”Love you master. “

[Seraphim]

There were many things seraphim wasn't good at, a great number of them actually. And dealing with this kind of stuff was completely out of her league. She only shivered and looked at the soil in a smothered rage as the woman who knew all the right moves toyed with the one who had asked this white girl to be his queen. She was rather jealous, but knew it was unfounded. She had asked for time had she not? But that wasn't rejection... had it been taken that way? She chewed on her lip and avoided watching the shifted woman tease. "Seeing as this is our first meeting, I don't understand why you felt it necessary to hunt me like some goddamn sport..." Her pretty face pinched in frustration as the words were mumbled out under her breath. But that was all she could muster as a retaliation, doubt of his earlier offers starting to bloom after seeing the two of them together. She was with the king's children, Balraj must have already decided long before that Makea was the one whom he choose to cherish.

[Balraj]

He shifted uneasily on his two legs, bile beginning to bubble up his throat. The wave of nausea not lessening as Makea's angry words fought their way through his foggy head. He wanted to kick her away and maybe back hand her, but that required to much effort and part of him didn't want to strike a pregnant female, no matter how annoying she was. An angry scowl grew across his face as she again touched his person. He curled his lips in irritation and took a step back hoping Sera wasn't to close behind him. "Ge-off me, I said yous were even, so go back to yer little den an' leave it 'lone." He gave a quick swipe at his chin where her lips had been glaring at Makea as he did it, "An' so help me if I hafta break up anythin' else between you two ders going to be hell to pay." After giving Makea one last death glare he carefully turned around and faced Seraphim trying to wipe the irritation from his face as he turned. He looked down at her for a moment watching her some how move without moving. He swayed a little as Seraphim became two then three Seraphims all dancing around each other, the white wolves combining then seperating over and over again. He groaned and got to his knees, bowing his head trying to resist the urge to puke at all of the Seraphims feet. "Wheres yer den, I can take you der" maybe... He dared a glance at her, hoping she was just one and still, she was but his stomach was still doing acrobatics. He bowed his head again and took a deep breath.

[If anyone needs a drunken slur translation feel free to contact me]

[Makea]

She was hurt to say the least that he pushed her away from him, though his next action made her blood boil, she was pushed away for her? Makea eyes looked over toward the white female, looking at how Balraj was treating her over Makea made her blood boil, he said they were even but she was one who was with his pups not her. She raised her lips looking towards the white female as she gave her tail a quick flick. ”Oh…there is no even…I am the top female and I will prove that..” She muttered as she turned kicking up a bit of the earth under her feet as she walked back toward the den that she had been making for her and her pups.

[Seraphim]

Did her jaw just drop? Maybe, but she closed it before he turned around to face her with his rather sick expression. Seraphim moved out of his way when he dropped, moved in closer to offer a shoulder to support himself with when it he seemed to start swaying. He had been ill this whole time! His words were hard to understand at first, but she just equated that to anger at having to break up a cat-fight. She didn't see her part, but those acidly words of makea made her shiver involuntarily. Oh crap, she just made one bad enemy and she wouldn't always have a knight in shining armor to protect her from the wicked witch. What would happen then, next time would it be her white corpse being tossed over the edge of the cliff, drowned in the surf, or cut apart and cast for the gulls? She gulped hard but attended to Balraj as softly as she would a broken winged bird. "I... Its down by the main caves, middle level... I'll lead and you can use me as a crutch if you wish..." She cast a wary look over their shoulders, the scary thought of what could happen next making her own belly fill with knots.

[Balraj]

His ears laid back on his head as Makea’s angry words reached him but that was the only response he gave her. Instead of watching his pregnant lover leave he watched Seraphim’s response to her out of the corner of his eyes, the fear that slid over her face like an ugly veil causing him a small bit of regret. He looked back down, his head still swimming, when Seraphim spoke. Nodding, he attempted to get up, using his knee and a carefully placed hand over her shoulders to push himself up, trying not to put too much weight on her as he struggled to his feet. Succeeding mostly, he looked over to where Makea had disappeared, an irritated grimace on his mug. Feeling kind of steady he let his hand slide from her shoulder, “Let’s go den” He looked at her expectantly and waited for her to lead him to her abode.

[Seraphim]

Taking a deep breath she nodded and lead the way to tucked away part of the world. It was a little ways off down to the parts of the cliff that had the panoramic view of the sea. The gulls fluttered above and together the traveled at a easy pace. The red stone underfoot was but a good sized path with a few tougher plants that flourished in the toughest part of the environment. She pointed with her snout at the small entrance of her home, the red deer hide flap that helped keep out the birds and kept it well hidden from the outside views unless close up. She pushed open flap of fabric and gave a quiet welcome if only to help her remember the family that wouldn't be there. The inside was pear shaped, small entrance, but getting larger the farther you entered. her small bed of pelts and patched up pillows filled with gull feathers sat in one corner, boxes and boxes of shiny trinkets were scattered across the floor, bits of mirrors were tacked together to make a complete one on the curved wall to help reflect the light from outside, and a small basin of that filled from underground water source was bubbling in the far back of the cave with a few glass bowls filled with small fish and little creatures from the tide pools. For the inside of a cave all the reflected material helped keep it in a dim light. Taking a quick look at his face she tried to push out a cheery sounding offer, "Would you like a drink of water or something?" but she still wasn't very good at keeping the fact that she did not feel to much like smiling after the incident with makea. "If you want to leave, I think I can manage on my own from here on." inside she was a lot less confident then she sounded, but the offer was there anyway.

[Balraj]

He had shifted down as they had walked, feeling steadier and safer walking along the cliff on four legs instead of two. He hesitated when she reached the entrance holding it open, not sure if he was welcomed here or not but then he wasn’t welcomed in his packlands either so he supposed it didn’t matter. After he entered her domain he stood stunned, his woozy mind taking in her retreat. He looked to the shards of mirror on the wall, then to the little colorful things swimming in the bowls along the edges of a small pool. Her place was way better than his regular old hole in the ground. She distracted him with her strained voice offering him something to drink. He studied her a moment and shook his head slowly in the negative. His stomach didn’t feel like it could handle anything at the moment. He watched her a moment, trying to think of something to say to make the thing with Makea better. There was nothing though. He looked down shutting his eyes for a moment only looking up when her voice broke the silence again. He looked at her the look on her face spoke loads, she didn’t want him here. He frowned and looked away; feeling his anger bubbling up then die down. He didn’t feel like getting pissed off and he didn’t feel like being somewhere he wasn’t welcomed. “Sorry for bothering you” His voice snippy and angry, he gave her a glare and turned and left, getting only a few body lengths away from her door before stopping. Frowning he sat, he wasn’t comfortable leaving her alone with Makea on the rampage he’d really feel like shit if he found out a few days from now that Seraphim had been killed in her sleep. That and he didnt feel like making the trip back to his den at the moment. Huffing he laid down, resting his aching head on his forepaws listening to the roar of the sea.