Wolf RPG

After meeting the sweet Sugar, she had wandered just inland... past places of nostalgia. The plateau where she'd once lived with her sisters was empty now. It held many memories. She had not known of who had passed there, but she felt her sister's presence there like a spirit, despite the way she'd not lived there in many moons... god, how things had been different then.

Here was the the spot she had argued with a boy called Tuvak. Here was where she'd met Clementine; and ah- there was the spot that the sisters had been confronted by the ruthless women, who hated them for reasons the siren still could not understand. Huā could only wonder how things might've been different if they had flown under the radar. Huā never would've met Hydra or Mal, certainly wouldn't have become pregnant. She probably would've kept hating men and foreigners to the end of her days.

And what of Ying? Would she have still found a way to inevitably injure herself, lose her memories and wander away? Or would she still be here? Would that make things better? A sister, returned to her like a miracle- but her four bastard children snatched away by the universe. Would she trade them in for that life? To be young, with Mei and Ying as her only friends once more?

When she learned she was pregnant, it was enough to make her sick, and not just physically. But now she could not imagine a reality without them. A world without Haoming's rumbling, Xiaoqing's batting white paws, Nüwu's blue eyes or Luli's little coos of joy. It wouldn't be worth it, she decided.

But leaving here had spurred on other things- not all so positive. The period of bad blood with her sister, fearing Ying might snatch leadership for herself... oh, how Huā had learned. She had learned to lead over time, it was not something that had come naturally, and even she still learned on the job. But she had taken that time for granted. Petty arguments and catfights, foolish debates over this and that... if only she had embraced her sooner. Made up sooner. Ended the fighting before it began; savored every moment with Ying. If she had known what was to come, she would've. Now there was no bringing back the nuvujak, no matter how Huā begged the universe or begged Mei's gods.

This place... it filled her with a bitter nostalgia. 

And so she moved onward, unable to remain in a place with such bittersweet feelings.

After strolling through the place wherein she'd met Lumiya- a reminder that she ought to hunt down the faeries, for their stinging beauty- she arrived at the hot springs. It was an odd phenomenon of nature, these waters heated by... she was not sure, but was intrigued anyway. She was a naturalist, after all. It was practically her job to wonder over how nature functioned the way it did, why things were like this or that. And so as she entered this strange place, the sound of fizzling water held her attention tightly.

Huā strode towards one lonely looking pool, from which warmth eminated like a sauna. Was it safe? She sniffed the air delicately, as if that would somehow assist in her decision of whether to hop in. To risk burning her fur off for a little bit of jacuzzi relaxation... it was a tough decision. But she was a new mother, and a young one, and she needed every damn break she could get. The kids? They'd be okay for a few hours under the watch of a babysitter. Right now, it was mom's turn to be pampered and coddled, even if only by the womb of nature. Huā dipped in one black paw with a sucking in of her breath, fearing the worst, scalding sun-fire- but instead there was a gentle warmth. A wetness that felt just as the ocean did, and so one other paw joined the first, and another, and another. She sunk into the hot tub like melting jello, immediately losing all bone structure and becoming one with the liquid. Muscles went loose and eyes rolled from her head as she sunk into a nearly comatose state of relaxation. Anytime now would be perfect to light the candles, pour a glass of wine and put on a bit of Stevie Wonder- but unfortunately, Huā was a wolf. It was just her and the hot tub, nothing more, nothing less. This was the best relaxation a canine mother could get, but she would damn sure take it. 

Settling down into a seat, chin at the water line, nose just above it, she was content. Blinking became more frequent as her lashes fell to her cheeks, and soon she was slipping away into the world of dreams, far from her reality. It was a wonder she did not drown in her rest. Her mind was filled with dreams of Mal, of Lumiya and Aoibh and Nukilik, among others. Of Atausiq. But her dreams were happy, for her at least- some fantasy in which she had as many lovers as she desired and she was stop the world, leading with lifting a paw, things flowing harmoniously without her constant interference. Adorable children that never cried in her ears or shat in the den- just daughters that sat still and quiet and looked pretty, a son that worked hard and respected his parents. And her harem of men and women all around her, providing all the love she could ever ask for. This is what inhabited her dreams- but as soon as her head began to fall, and her nose slipped into the warm waters, she sputtered awake suddenly, splashing the water about for a moment as she awoke with that start. She blinked seaglass eyes suddenly, feeling very warm in the cheeks and tight in the abdomen after her thoughts of Mal. She shook her own head as if denying her own thoughts, feeling very shy even in the presence of no one. A sly smile sat below her hot cheeks after her thoughts, but she tried to wipe it away, feeling very ashamed- and unaware that the boy @Valour lurked nearby.

With her head still full of thoughts of Mal, it wasn't exactly helpful to be caught by a handsome young fellow in the physical world. Her mind still swam with dreamy visions of her lovers, and her crushes, and she was ready to buckle under the weight of those heated thoughts when the deep laugh broke the quiet bubbling of the springs, grabbing her attention very suddenly. She floundered again, pulling herself up till the water was at her shoulders, gaze settling upon the handsome young boy who strode closer as her heart thumped wildly within her chest. What to make of such a pretty thing? Handsome reds and agouti broken by a starry white stripe along his face and back, mercury silver eyes peering out from a youthful boyish face.

Boyish... reminding her of her old fiance, Atausiq. A handsome man younger than herself that had been so eager to please, eager to fall in love and protect their children. Eager to raise their little seadragons, until, she could only assume, the sea itself betrayed him. Betrayed her. Sucked him away to distant lands, or god forbid, to the depths of the ocean itself. A pile of old bones settled among the ruins of ancient civilizations, piled under sand and stone, eaten away by starfish and sea crabs, surrounded by seaweed and schools of swimming minnows and a couple of happy clownfish. She shook the thought out of her brain, telling herself he would come back to her, one day... that he was alive on some other shore, making his way home for the daughters and sons that ought to have him as a father.

Either way, despite his boyish handsomeness, she hated being laughed at. Did she look like a blubbering fool for a moment there? Sure- but her face soured nevertheless as he came closer, annoyance obvious on her face, in her fox eyes and wrinkled button nose. Feeling humiliated and disrespected all at once by this fucking nobody kid. But then he dipped in a paw, inquiring about the condition of the pool- was it that relaxing? Of course, she thought to herself, though remained as mysteriously quiet as a siren might be. He joined her then, and her seaglass eyes turned away, wanting to look at him, and knowing that meant she ought not to. When had she developed such a thing for younger men? She reminded herself of Mal, the handsome fellow close to her in age (though still unsurprisingly younger,) the one she knew she ought to be with someday, somehow. Could she really forget him for the quick fun of a younger love? She slashed away at the desire developing within her like thick cobweb, willing it away from her, willing herself to behave like the lady she was- the daughter of a noble, once, and now a queen- not a rapid beast eyeing a youthful tasty looking slab of meat. She could have whichever man she pleased, why settle for an unremarkable virgin? 

A scent came to her then, coming off him thickly, causing her to stiffen with some surprise. 

Hydra. 

She knew that scent anywhere now, and with it carried an air of importance, as if those graced by her presence always had a story, always played a key piece in the puzzle that was life. Heroes and villains, that was the game Hydra played, though often the lines became blurred. Were they still heroes if violence was the answer to their problems? Fighting violence with violence, was that the solution? Huā never leaned any particular way morally, always a true neutral, a believer in letting things go as they may. If killers chose to kill, they ought to be prepared for what was destined to come back to them. An eye for eye, as once had been the law in her land, keeping citizens in a rigid order that made sure those with criminal souls did not break the peace. And it did a damn good job, most of the time- until her cousin's crimes, perhaps. But she did not want to dwell on that thought, and instead focused on the intrigue of the perfume he wore. 

So, then, it begged the question- who was this? 

Hero or villain? 

She grazed over the checklist that always sat on the bedside table in her mind. A black headed old woman- certainly not. A quiet, dark woman with a cold gaze... nope. A dark man called Merrick with a ruddy neck and a single burning eye- nope. But that didn't mean he wasn't a pawn- though Huā figured if he was an enemy, he would be shredded and beheaded by now, strewn across the wilds like a violent warning- rather than relaxing with a pretty girl in a heated jacuzzi. Nah, he was definitely a hero- or at least some kind of respectable vigilante. As his muscles relaxed she slid slightly closer to him, already forgetting her personal pep talk of before, feeling that after having a dream like the one she'd had it was hard to resist the closeness of a handsome boy. Not touching, no- but eyeing him with glass shard gaze, all pointy and glittering with mischief. Her face was poker, and she was quite good at it too- not a hint of her emotion, not even bashfulness or annoyance came through anymore. But there was that knowingness in her blued gaze. 

You know Hydra, She purred matter-of-factly, wondering what he might say to that. She did not think him Moonspear, considering his scent was more woodsy- and so she was curious how much he was willing to spill about the way in which these two had met. She had no idea that his mind lay on other matters, like the missing Conquest and her possible death. Or that slipping into the pool was for his relaxation- she would turn it into business quickly if she wished, already having had her time of relaxation and needing none more. And if there was a chance here for a potential ally- why not take it? Yuèlóng was far from these other packs, but she'd be sure to make friends in exchange for the couple of enemies she did have.

She seemed to have the draw of a siren; Valour a sailor, whose eyes flit awkwardly to and from her figure, her face, blue eyes and dark lashes. 

Ah. So Moonapear was his ally too. Which meant in some ways, by association, they were already a sort of ally... if they worked against the same enemy, which was certainly reasonable, considering Hydra did not hesitate to spread the word of her search for Merrick and his companion. His speech did not make it any clearer to her that he was the leader; she did not yet fully understand the common language, occasionally tripped up in things that came naturally to the locals. And so when he questioned how she knew her, Huā did not hesitate to share, figuring this handsome boy might be a link to some emperor above him. We also ally. Huā straightened up her posture then, as if to emphasize her next words: I am Huāzhēn Jiāng. I am empress from Yuèlóng, the pack on island. And, ah... what pack are you?

Huā is fine, She returned, continuing Warlord, hmm? Sound powerful. She hummed, thinking it was a title that could've suited a strong wolf like Ying well. To know you I am very happy, Valour. This Nightwalkers; how is it like? The siren questioned with a curious tilt of black head. Though Huā wouldn't align herself with an evil pack, a strong one was valuable, and she was always interested in striking up further relations in order to strengthen Yuèlóng's ties to the Wilds. When he commented on the exotic aspect of her pack, she only smirked in return, smiling eyes catlike in appearance.

The way he defended his home was admirable. It would've been simple enough to tell her a story of a happy and well-protected home, but instead he was honest- laying all the grisly details on the table, pulling the skeletons out of the closet and taking responsibility for them. And now this boy, trained by the cruel warlord, had taken over, determined to create a better home. Huā listened thoughtfully, poker-faced, though she could only be impressed by his loyalty, his dedication to righting the wrongs of the past. Besides- this boy was not necessarily the same as his old dead leader. At least, Huā wished to believe he was as good as he seemed right now. 

A moment of silence, and then she cleared her throat. I admire the way you make your own idea of what this pack is like, rather than follow the 'terrible' man who led before. Those who broke boundaries created history. Huā had come from a place where women were mothers and healers and men were soldiers and leaders. Such standards did not remain in Yuèlóng; Huā was determined to break them down, and try her best from letting her childhood teachings unconciously slip back into her values. You keep this alliance with Hydra, create a better home. I like the way you choose to lead now... what would you think then, of alliance between us? She offered hopefully, eyes flashing up to him, respect now clear in that seaglass gaze.

She was glad to see the proposal brought him a sort of joy too, as he accepted happily, even filling her in on the location of their home. It brought a satisfied grin to her face. Very well, then! Yuèlóng is on the largest island northwest of here, you will know it when you see it. I hope I can come visit you- or you, to me, in future. She murmured, nodding thoughtfully as she jotted down his directions in her mind. For a few minutes longer they would chat, but eventually the time grew late, and Huā said her farewells to Valour as she made her way back to the island.