Wolf RPG

She was following the bidding of Eshamun, hoping to please both her leader and Molech. So she moved from her home and pushed herself to travel further than she had before, though not terribly far. Her morning sickness had not completely left her, but she suffered it with pride. She considered it a small price to pay for Molech's blessing.

She sat with her paws in the cool water of Alpine Lake, soaking them. They were sore from traveling, and no doubt from her changing hormones. Her appetite had increased lately tenfold, but the sickness still kept her relatively thin. Yet, she noticed her midsection hung a little plumper than normal, a nice rounded little bump despite her thing sides. She was proud of it, pleased by it.

She basked here in the cool waters, alert and interested for anyone to come along. She didn't want to fail Eshamun, though she knew her options as far as travel were greatly limited. So she lounged in the water, hoping for some company, and even more so hoping for a possible convert.

The Hinterlands, as they were called, were full of rivers and marshes, mountains dominating the south and eastern skies. It was beautiful, but he knew it was not all Teekon had to offer. Bastian dragged himself north, where the mountains and hills were shorter, to where he could cross over into the rest of this Teekon place. He moved quickly, hoping to out run winter and find a warm place to weather its cold grip, until he reached a lake, high above the rest of the land. He climbed up, vaguely wondering what he would find, when...

He sucked in his breath when he saw her, her stomach round and plump while the rest of her body remained taunt. He was instantly drawn to her, mind whirling at the possibilities her body held. A crooked smile meandered across his face — was he drooling? He would not be surprised. You are pregnant, He whispered to himself before he shook his head, clearing away the macabre thoughts for a brief moment. Guten tag, meine...Fraülien? Frau? I am not sure, but regardless, good day.

The appearance of another sent her ears perking and focused her eyes from their lazy haze. The other approached, interested in her apparently. It was a male, which at first gave her more confidence in her approach. Yet as she lifted herself into a more alert position the pull of her stomach reminded her of her blessing. 

Mm. A conundrum. She wasn't used to being seductive with a belly full of young. Perhaps seduction would not be the best path, then again, the male's intent focus gave her hope. There was undoubtedly a beauty in pregnancy, could this man see it? Is that what held his attention so? He was a warm mix of brown and chocolate, some gray thrown in here and there. She thought the grey there form birth rather than from aging, however.

He spoke a language she didn't recognize, but she could hear the greeting in his words all the same. She smiled warmly, tilting her head slightly, relieved as he switched to english. "Good day yourself, friend." Her voice too was warm, inviting. "I can't say I know what you first said, your foreign tongue is mysterious to my ears. You are welcome to my name, though, if you'd like. I am Asherah, Acolyte of the Malkaria. Who might I have the pleasure of meeting this fine day?"

Ah... He breathed apologetically; so German wasn't well known here? Or did she not know? I am German by birth, my lady. I simply did not know how to title you: Fraülien or Frau — Miss or Mrs., In truth it did not matter to him in the slightest if she were mated or not; she was pregnant and alone all the same. Bastian could slip away without any repercussions if he played his cards right. 

His nose twitched; so she was one of those religious ones then. He never fancied the thought of some superior being, especially not when it was being forcefed down your throat. No...he knew immediately he would not be joining her pack, the Malkaria, whomever they were. He simply resigned himself to meeting her. Doktor Bastian Höffner, at your service, He introduced himself with a flourish, grinning innocently all the while.

Her ears flicked at the unfamiliar word. She hadn't heard of German before, all the same she dipped her head. She considered his question for a moment. Truly she was not mated, her sole binding relationship was to Molech and her sisters. Not to a male. She smiled gently, unaware of his already decided thoughts of the pack. "Women in my pack do not take mates. We find pleasure where we will, where we want. Our males within the pack, or even those without." She started to comment on Molech, but held her tongue. She did not want to seem too over-zealous. "I suppose that makes me a Miss." She laughed a little at the idea, how strange a concept it seemed now, to change a title based on a partner at your side. Males didn't have to do this.

She dipped her head in greeting to him. "A healer, then!" She said, pleased. She knew the word Doctor, at least. He smiled at her and she returned the gesture. As of yet, the distance between them did not make her feel uncomfortable and he seemed friendly enough. She was aware, however, that any wolf could spell disaster for her young. She could play airy and friendly, but her eyes were sharp and her belly was not big enough yet to truly slow her. The bump was only just starting, after all, her children as yet hadn't even kicked sharply enough for her to feel.

"What brings you here, fine doctor? Looking for a new home to practice your trade?" The Malkaria didn't have a healer, he'd be a nice edition with so many pregnant women. And of course new blood for breeding was always preferable.

It almost sounded like she was coming onto him, had she not been speaking so plainly. He wondered what kind of pack they were, to allow such sexual freedom to there women. A part of him felt as if it wasn't the same for men, not that it mattered to him. Zhen you are Fraülein Asherah. A pleasure to meet you,  

He had known different cultures and religion, though he remained neutral from them. He didn't relish the thought of a completely religious pack, but if they were truely desperate for medical attention... Ja. I am new to zhis area, Teekon Wilds. For now I am simply lookink for a vinter home, He met her orange eyes, like fire, with his own, like a sickly bubbling concotion. Zhe Malkaria have room for one more, zhen?

She smiled, intrigued by his accent, by the new words. She loved the language of the Malkaria, found the language that Giana had spoken also interesting. She loved the idea of sounds that were not words to her having a meaning to someone else. Just as a sign from Molech may show plain to one, and seem natural and typical to another. "Fraw-line it is." She said, speaking the first word slowly, tenderly, so as not to offend. "The pleasure is mine, Doctor."

She tilted her head slightly, gaze soft as she considered his words. "I believe we would, though you would need to speak to our Ekar-Aji, our leader, Eshamun. We are governed by our beliefs, however. Have you heard of Molech, dear Doctor?" She was sure that Arunik'ra had her own healing ways, but to have another devoted to the role? A male they could call on at leisure? The idea suit her well. "Our pack is governed differently from others, as well. Though if you are looking to join Eshamun could shed more light there." She thought it best to come from her Sister than herself. Nothing was truly deal-breaking in her opinion, it was simply that females were in charge instead of males. The males were not treated badly, though. There was much pride to be had in being a Katimir.

He smirked at her attempt to repeat his language. It was interesting to be in a land where no one knew his language — never even heard of it — and he loved to teach them. While he smiled and laughed, entertaining the young woman with his words and his interest in her pack, he stole glances to her slightly rounded belly. He made calculations in his mind, wondering how far along she was, how many she carried, what he could do to them if he gave her the right herbs.

He broke from his increasingly spiralling thoughts to don a confused, yet interested, mask at the foreign words she spoke. While they both shared a common tongue, they each possessed a language that was unknown to the other. Ekar-Aji. Eshamun. Molech. His brow furrowed. I 'ave not heard of zhis...Molek? Ist zat 'ow you said it? He had no interest in religion, though magic was a totally different field. If he had to feign interest in this Molech, so be it. I vould be willink to meet your Eshamun, 'owever.

She caught his smirk at her attempt to repeat his words, and shared it with him, sure that she had butchered it. She noted that his eyes often fell to her stomach, but this only increased her pride in her pregnancy. She could not know what dark thoughts lay within his mind, of herbs and malformations, and only assumed he was surprised to see a pregnant female away from home. That, or, he found a pregnant female attractive. Fertility proven was an attractive trait, she thought, and so she pretend not to see his glances but glowed all the more.

She watched his brow furrow and smiled warmly, nodding. "Molech, yes. We strive to please the Many Armed God in our everyday lives as a member of the Malkaria. Molech is a God of many blessings, certainly." Here she dipped her eyes to her belly, sighing softly. "Molech asks much of those who live within the light, but it is repaid ten-fold. I myself was saved by Eshamun and Molech, brought from the brink of death and despair. And here I stand before you, alive and well...and expecting. I won't talk your ear off, though." She said, smiling bashfully. "The Malkaria dwells within the Sun Mote Copse, directly south of here. You can find Eshamun there, if you are interested in learning more about Molech, or us." Here she offered a flirty grin, as if to say, or me.

Since falling pregnant she had avoided any mating. She was too fearful that something could go wrong and though she had positively burned from desire for Ar-Khalba's touch, she had not submit. Even now, she knew she would never let this male atop her. Not until her children had entered the world, anyway. Still, his accent was charming, exotic, and his interested gaze on her body made her yearn. She would be good, though, for the sake of her children.

Had he known about that little quirk in Asherah's religion — the child sacrifice one — he might have been a bit more excited at the prospect of joining. But now he was positively bored at how much this Molech was brought up. The Doktor counted each time he heard the name. Five. 

He wasn't surprised to hear how Asherah was roped into the religion. Wolves were quite vulnerable at the worse times of their lives. He had seen it happen before — done it a few times. It was too easy.

He broke from his mulling, looking south as she spoke of where they — the Malkaria — were. He turned back to her just in time to see her flirty grin. He matched it with one of his own. Despite his tussled appearance, some thought him quite charming. He could be if he wanted to. Oh, I am definitely interested, Fraülein,

She watched him turn to look in the direction of their lands, and then was pleased to see her grin returned. "I am pleased to hear that, Doctor." Her grin was allowed to stay for a moment longer on her face, her eyes watching his with lusty half-lidded interest. Finally she pulled her gaze away to gaze towards the Copse herself.

"I will look forward to seeing you there, Doctor. Regardless of if you come to love our God as I do, we welcome those who will serve the needs of the pack diligently, who work for a purpose." She thought to inform him that he would be the second male among the women, but felt that that might be more bribery than anything else. "We are all blessed the same, and our pack bears many blessings." Truly, Molech had blessed the pack greatly. The pregnancies, the hunts. The Many Armed God was well pleased with the Malkaria in Sun Mote Copse.

She was clearly interested, not necessarily in him, but in the thought of seducing him. He was valuable to her and her group; she knew it, he knew it. He smirked in response, his tinged in faux-lust, though a hint of his own thanks to the rounded belly she was sporting.

I will seek you out as soon as I can, He promised. They did intrigue them, this devout pack of women. Who was he to give up such an opportunity? He looked to her stomach again. I can see zhat, He smiled once more.

She smiled again, tail swishing behind her in pleasure. "I look forward to our future meetings doctor. Whatever they may come to." She batted her lashes at him, the soft smirk slipping across her lips once more. He commented on her belly, on her blessings and she laughed even as her skin heat with a blush.

"Perhaps you too will be blessed within our pack, if you please Eshamun and my sisters. Maybe even you and I might bear a litter someday." She shrugged a shoulder, still smiling that soft smile. "Only time will tell. I must return now, I fear, but I am pleased to have met you. I hope you'll keep your promise, dear doctor."