Hydra followed the scent of Desdemona, and was ever in her shadow these days. Since Desdemona had elected to keep herself away Hydra was content to keep others away. This hour Hydra found her wandering, with a sigh the matriarch moved to meet her. When Hydra arrived to her she found herself irate; her instinct was to bite, snap, and cajole the other out of her heat. It was an impersonal affair, this, but it would all make it end quickly for Desdemona so she could go about all she desired to.
I should end your heat for you now; it would be easier on the both of us,
Hydra quipped. It was not as though Hydra enjoyed this aspect of her role, but she embraced it as she must. Hydra wanted to support her women, and felt that in this protection she was. Please trust that my regulations are not to keep you locked away, but to keep you safe.
From the Wilderness and those she did not necessarily trust outside of it that ever lurked; worse yet, her wrath when disappointed and betrayed.
Hydra was asked, politely so; she was thankful for it. Hydra could scarcely curb her instinct to end the heat of any she-wolf in her dominion regardless; to be asked made things, as she had said, much easier. Better. Do you understand how this is done?
She inquired, tail twitching behind her. All that I will do for it is not personal; stress causes it to end prematurely. I will harry you with teeth and posturing until your body eliminates the cause of all of this—but it is nothing against you,
she ensured, so that Desdemona could know for certain that her actions meant nothing as to how Hydra felt toward her.
If anything, Hydra wished Desdemona had been here a little while longer and found herself a mate; perhaps next year, more new blood could be among them in the form of children born of those that may be friend and subordinate both. It was not to be this year, but there was time yet for all that was to come. Hydra liked to think that the future of Desdemona was bright, though her personal inclination toward her was to thank for that.
Maybe we could tack a fader onto this puppy where Hydra ends her heat since I think Des is past that!? <3 Smolllll post for u, sorry for my delay <3 <3
Nuisance, that was a good word for it.
It is not you that is the nuisance,
Hydra drawled,
it is the heat, and what it does to us. Women and men alike. I will end it for you,
she drawled,
as I have said. Then we may both resume our duties,
Here her tail waved for a beat before Hydra acted as she had mentioned she would moments ago. Hydra would stress Desdemona until the heatscent that came from her came to its abrupt end.
This was an unfortunate part of her duty; to make sure that those without mates could not breed.