Wolf RPG

since joining the crew of ferahgo, erzsébet had come to a mutedly horrifying conclusion: there were three females, including herself, to the gaggle of roughneck and unwashed men. it was a grim ratio indeed, especially with spring closing in on the heels of its colder counterpart. erzsébet felt that, for the sake of her own bodily autonomy, she must remove herself from the ranks of the captain for that period of time when she was irresistible to the opposite sex. as it were, ferahgo had already granted this boon with a sort of carelessness which the countess did not like. however, he had agreed that both she and her handmaid go ashore when the time came.

the brute who had sought to kill the pale female had been forced to 'walk the plank,' so she heard, and had not returned. he had been the first to be thrown out, and erzsébet allowed herself a small and glittering smile at this, fancying for a moment that the captain had done it for her. but in truth, he had not -- ferahgo was a self-serving beast who did naught that had no benefit for him

for now, she picked about the edges of the shore for her glittering shells, prancing lightly aside to her growing collection under the lee of a sand-bank. there she would gaze upon her shattered reflection, moaning about the state of her complexion, which to her eye was fading quickly into age and ugliness. the blood of the girl had done much to improve it, but that had been some days ago. she must have more.
 
yet first, the countess, shell in tow, had to pick her way through the encampment, hoping fervently that no one halted her.

Wednesday had recalled in passing watching the woman of her dreams pick up shells. To what end, she was not sure. But her typically unobservant eye caught the shape and the fortitude of the things she picked at, and continued on her way. Now between her lips Wednesday held a plethora of them, the ones to the left of her mouth lifting her jokers lip and making her all the more hideous.

She had not forgotten the others intervening. She knew also the other had been kicked out. Having not been told she and Erz would be leaving the island together in their heat (for surely one would come with the other), Wednesday knew that the debt would be repaid in spades. Her lady-love would get what she wanted and Wednesday would, for as long as she lived, continue to obtain these things for her.

Wednesday bounded toward Erz and darted a few feet ahead of her, opening her jowls when she felt she was a distance the water could not reach and letting the shells spill forth for the other to judge. Wednesday titled her head to look at the other, tail waving slowly behind her. Wednesday was not always so tender, but felt the grand gesture was more than deserved.

but it was not a man who stopped the countess; her eyes fell upon the familiar and beloved features, twisted with wounds. erzsébet, though no one would ever argue she felt a thing without knowing the nuances of its benefit, held a fondness for the ugly creature. fehér was quite unlike any woman she had ever taken to her bed; no, the countess was fond of the slim, young-limbed ones, with their simpers, their blushes, their giggles. the ones who cried out the loudest when she took them beneath her special tutelage. 

fehér was none of these things; she was bulky as a man might be muscular, devoid of feminine curves or delicate beauty. she did not simper nor whinge; she was singular in herself. and yet erzsébet found herself besotted. so it was when her handmaiden stepped before her and let a flood of perfect shells fall in a cascade to the sands that the pale woman took a step forward over the pile and pressed her lips against the ragged cheek, uncaring of who might see them.

Shells placed before her, she looked anxiously upon the woman to see what she made of these gifts. Wednesday had not hoped to anger her lady-love; she had her aspirations to rise and rule over all, so that she could steer the ship as she pleased. Ferahgo could steer alongside her, so long as Erz had a say to where they went as well. She simply sought to bring more chaos to the world, but she did not want to upend the woman of her dreams or drive her as crazy as the others she dealt with.

Of course, going crazy seemed to come with those she possessed. So long as they were crazy for one another? It did not matter.

That the other kissed her maimed mark caused her affection to grow for the pale, petite Erz. My heart, she spoke firmly, not at all shameful in this admittance. After all, the other had displayed boldly that she would kill for her, too; Wednesday would stop at nothing for this woman's happiness! She leaned into the embrace, stepping in to nuzzle the crook of her beloveds neck.

as erzsébet had a firm hold upon her senses, it was unlikely that she would go mad -- for she was mad already! -- and she leant into the touch of her lover with a small smile. she knew that the union perturbed ferahgo, and her ire was aroused when she thought of him. it did not matter what he thought of her; he had showed plainly his disuse for her, and so erzsébet was free to do as she pleased.

"you and i," she began, sifting through the shells with a lofty forepaw, "are to go ashore when our season comes. we shall not be forced to remain here as two playthings for these rough men." it was a promise she had procured for herself and the handmaiden based on her own sense of self-preservation and affection for the pale woman.

As her love moved through the shells she had brought, she spoke. Wednesday was surprised to hear what she had to say, and blinked slowly. Wednesday was amazed the captain would allow this: two women, who could bring him sons to slay others, a place outside his reach when they came to season. But my daughters, I wish for you to have them, Wednesday said, awestruck and with wonderment. It seemed the pale, beautiful woman before her had already told her what she preferred... and Wednesday did not know how to express her love for the other, who she would do anything for. Wednesday stepped nearer to the other who held her heart, her lips against the crook of her ear. On my life, I will give you a pure, lovely little girl. It will be done, if it is the last thing I ever do... Wednesday knew that nothing else might make this woman happier than that, and she desired to bring the woman her ultimate happiness, to be the reason for it.

Wednesday nosed the shells she had brought, too, so that Erz would see the largest and most lovely of them, the thing even bigger than that of her paw. Her golden eyes looked to the beautiful countess, and Wednesday licked her chops. How may I make this day better for you? She breathed, lifting her head at last. She was spellbound by the higher ranked woman; the other overwhelmed every urge within her, except for the one with murderous intent. Though this was a blade Wednesday would never turn upon her most beloved, surely the woman knew it existed in her.

erzsébet smiled, her heart touched anew by the dedication of her handmaid. but she would not allow the pale female to be taken by these ruffians. if she truly was bent upon bearing children upon erzsébet's proverbial knees, to be given over to the countess as slaves to the blood-lust, she must choose from better stock than the rabble that ferahgo had gathered.

a shudder ran upon the length of her body as the white wolfess' lips brushed her ear; she leant into the touch, her body arching toward the other's kiss. "i will accept this." her eyes fell to the shells; she smiled with dark affection at the woman. "perhaps you would practice with me what i have taught you?" she suggested, arching a brow in obvious suggestion.