Wolf RPG

There no longer lingered a doubt in Honey's mind. The first time around, she wasn't so quick to fall to conclusions, but the evidence was clear: Honey would soon again be a mother. It had been a week since her second encounter with the strange male of the South, and in the days soon past, things had begun to change. For one, all of hunting and foraging tasks had gone in vain. Soon after eating anything it seemed that her stomach was quick to disagree. Honey was dizzy and noticeably more clumsy than normal -- a tumble here and a tumble there was to be expected but falling face first into the cold terrain? That was new.
Though her thoughts were laced with joy and pride, there was an element of fear that came with it. What if her litter fell to the same fate as the last? She couldn't stand to lose her children again, and she planned to do whatever she could do keep them safe. But how?
Growing quite fond of the women of her pack, Honey released a howl calling for anyone who was listening. She needed reassurance and security, and who better to rely on than her sisters?

Giana never had been a social creature, not when she'd traveled beside Luca and their famiglia, not when she'd married into the Ferretti's, not when she wandered the Teekons for a place to call home. Perhaps she was forced to interact in the time after, but all would have been fine if she just could have made it to the witch in the first place. Perhaps there she could have found a home.

Molech had other plans though, and led her further from where her very life had been spared, her hope restored. The mighty god led her here, to The Malkaria, where not only could she produce as many children as she wanted -- with any man she wanted -- but as a female she was automatically more respected than any male. This appealed to the vain, selfish, materialistic side of Giana that would never fade. 

Striding her way through the Copse, Gia unknowingly headed for the newest member of the pack. When the howl rang out, insecure and worried, the ivory woman very nearly turned around and left Honey in the dust alone. But that wouldn't make for a very good thread, so her player decides to shove her forward anyways. 

Grumbling, Giana stalks forward, a bad-natured scowl writ across her maw. The Angelo doesn't bother to remedy it as she comes into view of the larger, more weighty female, ears fanning around in irritablity. 

                       "Hai chiamato?"

Even her voice was sharp, but not nearly as cold as she might have months ago. There was more curiosity to it, an honest caring tone that wanted to make sure the third pregnant woman of the pack was okay. It was only seconds later she realized the slip of her tongue, rumbling deep in her chest before repeating herself in English.

                                                            "You called?"

The nervousness that radiated from Honey threw Gia back into cold memories: the girl who'd tresspassed, Ragna going for the kill, her blood spilling. If the dumbass would have just stood, run, she might've survived. 

But she didn't do any of those things.

Now Giana stood here, rumbling deep in her chest at both the memory and the girl's disposition. Her tail lashed behind her, curling above her back, but her hackles didn't raise as they might've months ago. It took much, much more nowadays for her to lose her cool. The rust-coated female, however, was swift to correct Honey with a lash of her tongue.

                          "Parla più forte! Speak louder, girl. If you can talk to me and not the earth, I'll try to help you."

These words were less hostile than the last time, taking the tone of a mother scolding her children. Stormy eyes set up at Honey's face, the Angleo settled back on her haunches -- doing so meant revealing her bloated and fur-thinned belly, but Gia refused to believe Eshamun would allow someone dishonorable into the heart of their lands -- and waited for the girl to either leave or accept her demands. Some things, of course, she knew Arunik'ra would have to tend to, things Giana herself could never dream to understand. Grumpy as the woman was, she would not and could not turn down someone within The Malkaria. Even if to do so wouldn't possibly bring the wrath of Molech -- something Gia would not dream of even considering being the cause of -- Eshamun had allowed her into the fold even when she was recovering, skin and bones, and meeker than a mouse. Under the guidance and love of her sisters here, she had flowered (just not quite bloomed) into more than she'd ever been before. If not for The Malkaria, she would be dead, or bitter and lonely until said fate claimed her.

Giana hadn't meant to scare the poor thing, the Angelo was simply gruff in nature, and she didn't have the type of kindness that softened her words. 
 
She did, however, understand the drop of her gut when she learned of the sacrifices. Her worries, her doubts, her fears for her children. Though the apology went un-commented-on, her intentions wiped the scorn off of Giana's rust face. She might've corrected Honey again, even run her off with fangs, for looking away, but she didn't. This was a special circumstance that deemed a special response, though her Italian apology was purposely not translated.
 
                               "Chiedo scusa... Eshamun gave her entire litter to our god, Molech, to bless the lands of their new settlement. I don't know how they chose or when, honestly. You should speak with Arunik'ra about that. I plan on giving one of my own for the same purpose. If I remember correctly, I was told only one a year is given."

It had been a harsh decision on the Angelo, especially with her rebuilding herself, but it wasn't a hard one. It needed done, both in respect of her god and her own self-superstitions that this was her payment for a new life. Reminded of her conversations with both of their fire-kissed leaders, Giana explained the best she could to the newcomer.

                                                                     "It is the price we have to pay for the light. They wont know pain, or betrayal. They are taken at birth, before a bond is built, and are taken swiftly, without pain."

Giana didn't know for sure if only one a year was taken or one a litter was taken, but it mattered not to someone who was willingly going to give a pup either way. It seemed for now, however, that Honey had calmed.... But she still had questions. Gia nodded at her thanks, but her wonderings were the only thing the Angelo bothered to respond to. 

                        "I did not need to learn to love our god, I gave myself to him wholeheartedly in the beginning. Molech punishes or rewards those who are deserving, and he watches over us in favor as long as we do as he wishes. Molech stripped me of everything unnessisary before I was taken in and rebuilt here: I nearly lost my life. Eshamun says he had plans and blessings waiting for me, and I believe she was right. I was led to a place I could only imagine in my dreams, where woman are supreme and free of the ties of men, where we are encouraged to take lovers and create new life as we can to please Molech."