Wolf RPG

Charon stepped onto the beach on the western side of the territories, and he followed the sandy shores along the shoreline. He frowned, watching several trees that had been flung onto the beach as he passed them: old trees, that'd been there for generations, and now they were destroyed, wrecked apart, flung in the air like they were toys. There was lots of debris on the beach, and it got worse the further he followed the shoreline east.

Ears folded back as Charon came round a corner and watched the eastern shore. There was debris everywhere, and even the sandy shore itself was torn apart into smaller tidepools. Charon stood in awe and stared around, amazed by nature's unrelenting strength. Along the side of the forest, trees littered the extended shore. He looked to the east, where once there'd been a rocky ridge along the water; it had collapsed and now, only a pile of rubble divided the Bay from Sea Lion Shores.

She hadn't seen him since their first night together, and Saskia didn't know what to think about that. They weren't friends, so his absence should not have bothered her; but at the same time, Saskia felt as if she were connected to Charon in some manner - something beyond just being his slave. Maybe it was just her guilt eating away at her. She must have said something or maybe done something to make him stop talking that night. 

So, the girl did what she thought was right. She followed after him on his latest patrol, hanging back long enough so that she could scout out the territory in-depth while he moved on to the beach. When she arrived, he was already creeping through the debris and spying on some pools, and Saskia wasn't about to interrupt him. If he needed something, she could easily react when called.

The bay was littered with all kinds of things she had never seen before. Not just trees pulled out by the root, but dead fish of varying sizes (and state of decomposition), tangled seaweed that held the dead stench of the ocean, and even some gull carcasses. Saskia was curious, but with each new discovery she felt her stomach churning; with some willpower she resisted the desire to throw up the bile rising in her throat, but it wouldn't be long before all of the mayhem really got to her.

It saddened Charon to see how terrible the Bay's eastern side was doing. There were little tidepools everywhere and the rocky cliffs that bridged partially into the ocean had been crumbled. They still created a fair mountain ridge as they were, but a lot flatter than before; wolves could not travel over the cliffs, where at first they could not. It would make patrolling different, and he'd need to mark this side of the territory better too.

It took a while for Charon to notice Saskia there. He hadn't forgotten about her, of course. She looked a bit better than when she'd come to the borders today. At first, Charon just continued to sniff around the beach, searching along the tidepools and occasionally scrunching his nose when he ran into one with a bunch of dead fish in it.

When he ran into a crab skittering along the sands, Charon thought back to when Shiv had taught him how to kill crabs. He couldn't help but wonder if she was still alive. Then he looked at Saskia and a devious plan entered his mind. "Hey, you!" the young Beta called out to her. "Come here! I feel like crab meat." Which he didn't at all, really; in fact, he didn't even remember what it tasted like from the one time he'd eaten it. Charon gestured at the crab, which skittered along the sands, and he could not suppress the smallest of amused smirks that danced across his face whilst he waited to see how his thrall would handle this very much alive crab.

The girl was still feeling quite nauseated by the sight and smell of dead things, but she was also alert. At the sound of Charon's voice, her head lifted - perhaps too quickly - and then her attention zeroed in on the movement upon the sand. There was some kind of rock with legs racing along the ground. 

"Come here! I feel like crab meat," the beta commented, to which Saskia simply tilted her head. She'd never heard of crabs before; was that the rock? Why would he want to eat a rock? How was the rock alive, for that matter? With her desire to puke subdued, she took a few cautious steps towards Charon - all the while keeping her eyes on the skittering object.

"This thing?" she queried, stopping a good distance from it. As if sensing the arrival of the wolf, the crab halted as well. It didn't look like much. The legs were tight against its body, and Saskia was ignorant to the existence of claws upon the creature. "This is food?"

Saskia didn't even seem aware of what a crab was, Charon estimated by her calling it 'this thing'. He remembered how terribly often he'd got pinched by crabs when he was just a little pup and didn't know what they were either. Until Shiv had showed him how to crack their shells, anyway, using rocks. Now it was Saskia's time to learn about crabs the hard way, he thought, feeling particularly devilish today.

"Yes," Charon said impatiently. "It's a beast. Inside the shell there's meat." The young Beta stared Saskia down then, the earlier smirk falling off his face, as though he was silently telling her 'go on, get on with it then'. On the inside he was still amused -- or rather, already amused at the thought of how hard a time Saskia might have cracking the shell without a clue of how to accomplish such a feat -- but he tried to stay strict on the surface. He needed his thralls to respect him, after all.

"Okay," the girl said with a small shrug of her shoulders. Evidently it was food, so there must have been a way to grab the living rock and crush it, or get it open. It didn't look particularly tasty to Saskia, but... 

Charon looked at her funny, and she felt her cheeks grow warm. It couldn't be that hard! These wolves lived off of stuff like this - so obviously it was a simple task, right? Okay, sure. Without further prompting, she gathered her wits and her courage, and dove right in. The crab didn't know what to make of the silver girl as she came careening towards him, bowing her head and snapping. She tried to grab the crab with her teeth, but it wasn't going to get snapped up without a fight.

In the next moment, the crab was brandishing its prized weapons: two raised arms with curving claws, ready to pinch at whatever came near. Saskia hadn't anticipated that; she saw movement, but presumed it was just the crab trying to escape. Her mouth was open and her tongue was exposed, teeth shining in a brief flash as she bared them -- and then Saskia let out a gargled screech-yelp noise. 

The crab dangled from her mouth, one claw pinching down on her lower jaw and the other grabbing the tip of her tongue.

Charon enjoyed the look on her face when she noticed his amused expression; the sort of look that displayed feeling caught out or embarrassed, but also the determination of her task at hand. She seemed determined that she could do this, for now anyway, and so Charon sat down on the soppy sands and watched her. He didn't even consider anyone could get seriously hurt; after all, he had wrestled with crabs a lot when he was young and they'd never pinched his eyes out or whatnot.

It looked like Saskia was just going to try and grab it, and Charon suppressed a chortle of laughter when she did. She didn't even manage to grab it before the crab set its claws upon her mouth and there it hung, dangling from her tongue and chin.

Though it had to hurt, Charon could not help but burst into amused laughter at the sight, rather than try to help her. Saskia looked and sounded positively comical to the young Beta. This thrall thing was working out even better than he could've hoped already.

Saskia's head was ducked low, almost enough for the crab to scuttle along the sand. It reached for the dirt with a few of its armored limbs, like a hand sprouting from her face, but couldn't quite reach. The girl wanted to shake her head and try to get the creature off - but each little movement made the pinching hurt more and more; her tongue hurt the most, but her chin would be inflamed for a few days too. She gave a whine, her eyes going from wide-as-plates to narrow, and she looked at Charon as if to expect aid - but he wasn't doing anything. Except laughing.

She shifted in to a "downward facing dog" posture with her butt in the air, letting the crab settle upon the sand with the hope it would release her and take its escape; however, it sat idly in front of her narrow snout, clinging tightly to her tongue instead. Through Charon's laughter, Saskia felt herself grow hot with frustration and embarrassment. She looked at him through the corner of her eye, and then tried to ask for help - but the sound that came out was muffled. "Th'aron, hel'th me, plea'th!"

Charon thought this was absolutely hilarious to look at, and already he had plenty of fun out of his thrall. Well, maybe if she'd just been another joinee he could've convinced her to do it too, since she seemed to have little experience with crabs. Whatever the case, Saskia was very amusing right now. Charon'd spent plenty of days with swollen tongue, but since then he'd smartened up and had learned how to handle crabs; therefore, his empathy level wasn't very high for poor Saskia.

When she called out for help -- which also sounded hilarious -- Charon grinned and said, "Alright, alright, I'll help you." Saskia had already lowered her nose to try and get the crab to disattach itself and get back onto the sand. However, it seemed to be pissed off enough that it cared little for this. Charon looked around to find rocks. "Over here," he said and walked to a large rock sucked into the sand not far from them. "Just try and smash it on this rock." It wasn't ideal with how it was stuck to her tongue rather than between her teeth, but it would have to do. Charon would grab the crab from the back and support her if need be, so it wouldn't hang so heavily on her tongue.

It felt like every moment passing gave the crab more power. It seemed to crunch down harder and harder, but really that was just the pain radiating through her sensitive tongue. Talking had made it worse; it was already inflamed, with the tip turning a dull blue. Charon's response was heard through a fog of pain - but when he moved to help her carry the crab, things started to ease. The weight of the creature hanging from her jaw was no longer an issue, at least for a few feet. All Saskia had to do was smash the damn thing to pieces, and she'd be free.

The first swing - a pendulum motion - caught the crab's curled legs against one of the bare rocks. It wasn't very effective. She tried again, easing her tongue out of her mouth so that there'd be more momentum, and heard the clacking of the crab's smooth armor hitting the stone. The creature did not want to let go! Saskia paused for a moment, overcome by the pain and exhausted by it (having never been in this much pain before, and being a shrimpy little girl after all). 

With a bit more oomph, she tried one final time to smash the crab against the rocks -- and she was lucky in her hit. The crab connected to the stone and the back of its shell crumbled, making a sickening pop; the creature died then, but it was with a look of horror cast at Charon that the girl realized -- it wasn't letting go.

Charon watched as Saskia tried to smash the crab. After the first try, he said, "No, no, you gotta hit it with its body on the rock," as though he thought that she was purposely missing the crab's body to the rock. "Like -- yeah, that's better."

Eventually she got it right, and the crab cracked open, exposing what was inside. Charon didn't even notice that it was still attached to Saskia's tongue at first, until he cast her a good look and she looked at him helplessly. "Shit, is it not letting go?" Charon said, a spark of amusement dancing in his eyes, but he kept his face concerned-looking; she was having a hard enough time as it were. He had to admit, it was kind of a funny sight (it wasn't that Charon was sadistic, it was mostly just that empathy wasn't his strong suit, and his childhood with his own many crab pinchings was very long ago to him) but he kept himself from laughing because she looked genuinely in a bit of a panic. And anyway, he should probably save her, because taking the meat and leaving now would be too cruel.

"Alright, uhh..." Charon looked at the dead crab dangling from the tongue, and he moved his head in closer to look at the status. "I'm just gonna try to get it loose," Charon said and he stretched out his nose towards Saskia's mouth, where he tried to grab the top half of the crab's pincher to try and wedge it apart so that she'd be released once more.

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. What made this a viable food choice? Did everything on this beach want to kill her? Why wasn't the crab coming off of her face?! So many questions, and nothing about Charon's intentions. Saskia did not trust her ward as much as she perhaps should have, but she didn't believe he had caused this situation - not on purpose. Nobody would do this on purpose. The thought that he had ordered her to get him crab meat as a form of entertainment was foreign to her. And when he moved in to help, her heart swelled with a great relief - his teeth sank in to the claw, pinching at the tip of her caught tongue, and with a crunch she was free.

The crab dropped from her tongue at the very least, and the momentum managed to pull its other claw free of her lip; it tore in to a heavy cut, but she was free.

Which meant that Charon was now very, very close. Perhaps close enough to get some blood sprayed across him, but definitely close enough for Saskia to inadvertently slip her tongue across his snout as she tried to settle it back in to her mouth. As soon as she tasted the brine and felt the fur of his face upon her tongue (or what part of it wasn't turning blue and black right now), she was a bit stunned - had she just kissed him? That didn't count! That... That was an accident!

Charon let out a 'yuch' sound when some of the crab's gooeyness sprayed onto him as he broke the crab's arm. This sure was a feisty bugger, and Charon wondered if that would be reflected in its taste. Charon was considering this and was about to turn to grab the meat that his thrall had conquered for him when he felt her tongue roll across his nose, dangerously close to his mouth.

Charon reflexively pulled back and looked at Saskia with big questioning eyes. "The fuck are you doing?!" he asked, feeling weirded out. Charon had never been very interested in girls or love or sexytimes, had never given it much thought, and so he had no idea how to respond to Saskia obviously coming on to him.

His outburst made her reel back a little, almost biting her tongue in the process. It hadn't been done on purpose - and now, seeing his reaction, she felt herself grow defensive; the pain still lanced through her tongue and her mouth, making Saskia come off as more abrasive than she would usually be.

"What? I didn't do anything," to make her point, she licked at her lips again and gathered some of the blood that trailed from the pierced edge of her lip, spitting it in to the sand nearby. She was too agitated by the pain to feel embarrassed, but as she turned from him and began inspecting the crab's carcass, she felt a heat spread across her face and the urge to tuck her tail grew strong. Saskia resisted, if only so that the situation could ease in to something less dramatic.

It was nothing, just an accident.

"I hope the crab was worth the show," she glumly added, kicking at the crab with one paw, as if to toss it his way.

Charon rolled his eyes when Saskia said she didn't do anything. He knew better, but he decided not to further mention it because she was probably embarrassed about it or something. "Okay, sure," he said, though it was clear from the tone in his voice and the look on his face that Charon didn't really believe her.

Saskia was all upset now, and Charon wasn't very good with upset wolves. Maybe because he believed that he was the only one in the world allowed to be upset, since obviously his life had been a hundred times more tragic than anyone else's, ever. "Oh, come on, don't be like that," he daid with a frown on his face, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. "I didn't know it was gonna be that feisty."

Charon walked to where the crab was and sniffed the contents of the crab. It had been a while since he'd eaten crab at all -- it was generally not worth the effort -- and Charon licked his lips while he sniffed it. Then he looked at Saskia, and he sighed and offered: "Do you want to try it?" She had worked hard for it, after all, so she at least deserved a bite.

Charon watched as Saskia tried the meat, and she didn't even seem to like it. He imagined it would likely be the last time she'd ever try crab meat — until he'd command her to slay him another, anyway.