She is seeking out
@Talisman, yet others are free to pop up!
Her call was a loud one- high yowls of a coyote, yet every so often the halfness of her wolven making come through and it was instead a howl which rolled through the red archways of the ravine.
She trotted through the desert, with the same itchiness in her body which she had felt the year prior. Candle's season had come and now Ko'a's was to follow and she sought the attention of a man, particularly one of youth and beauty.
Yet her voice held high as her tail and she rolled around the ground every so often, marking her scent to allow others know her wants.
the preacherman was hungry.
the ravine belonged to others; a gaggle of 'yotes of all sorts come together to - he assumed - thieve and maraud.
not that he didn't thieve and maraud, but that was need - to them, it was nature.
he serpentined around the sparse markings, testing what security they had, when a yowl leapt into his ears.
then, it was a howl.
brow-furrow confusion soon melted into a nasty grin, as the man realized the coyotes kept something that wasn't theirs.
it was
his.
he passed beneath the archway, seeking his sister-woman in womanly need.
hi have nasty man
There is a wolf in the ravine. One which is black and vibrant of orange. He is like wildfire burning bright in the darkest night.
Ko'a yips, wondering if
@Zoug may draw near, with an intent to keep his women from the likes of
wolf. Yet Ko'a herself is half wolf and unknowing just yet, her cousin may soon bring more half-bloods into The Tribe.
The fire came with hunger, taking everything as his own which crossed his path and there be Ko'a, foolishly and arrogantly playing with that fire.
His movements smooth. His fur wiry and wild. Thin and mangy with travel and eyes,
so hungry still. Ko'a dances, forcing him to give chase for his meal.
away with
@Candle, zoug did not know that
@Sari had already coupled with a dog.
this time, however, he was close enough to hear koa's yipping cries, to see that she too had come into season.
it was not for her that he left candle, but the musk of wolf in their ravine.
koa was a woman addled for now, and zoug did not hesitate to strike for the wolf's haunch, wanting to draw blood before he dodged back.
ah, there she were. a small, exotic thing. a blonde.
delectable.
the stranger strode smoothly toward her, cooing in the wolf way, smile in his eyes as he tried to-
the pitter-patter of feet was lost in the ears filled with his own heartbeat, and the man spun around too late with a snarl when sharp teeth bit his mangy hind, his own meeting empty air where a gasp ago was a 'yote.
the man looked to see a larger specimen, blood-stained as a barbarian - oh.
he saw now their make.
lure in and kill.
fuckers.
he raised his tail and growled at the male, ignoring the girl for now.
S'ari appeared on the scene in surprise, as she had just come home from her tryst--if one could call it that--with Alekxander. And now what did she see? A confrontation between her Tribe and a mangy wolf. Normally, she was inclined to defend wolves against her radical family, but this situation was already negatively charged, it seemed. If the wolf intended to attack, she would defend her home to her dying breath, her little cubs inside be damned.
Now she stood behind the wolf, and moved slowly and carefully to the side. She could not be standing in his way if Zoug gave chase, or he'd run right into her. She tried to move quietly, so as not to alert him to her presence.
Talisman’s head turned at the sound of a needy yowl. He jumped to his feet and began trotting in its direction, curious why Ko’a called out in such a way. Was estrus a contagious condition; had she gone into heat too?
The thought should’ve sped up his little red feet but he began to slow. Candle hadn’t wanted him. It didn’t seem like S’ari did either. He wanted them desperately, not to mention the pups they might bear. He wasn’t sure he could handle any more rejection…
Talis nearly stopped, feeling torn. He was so tired of feeling like this. But before he could throw himself a proper pity party, he heard the sounds of a scuffle, punctuated by a deep growl. He blinked his pale eyes, then began moving again, cautiously now.
He arrived just in time to see Zoug strike at an intruder: a tall black wolf with fiery orange markings. Talis’s pale fur stood on end as his eyes skirted from the pair to Ko’a and S’ari. They didn’t join the attack. Perhaps they wanted this wolf. Talis felt an ugly feeling curdling in his stomach.
He rushed forward to join his elder. Talis meant to flank Zoug and follow whatever instructions the man might give him. But his emotions overruled his good sense and drove him to leap at the wolf, snapping jaws aiming directly for the trespasser’s testicles.
Candle was never far behind her mate — and there was no hesitation in her. The scent of wolf filled her senses, and there could only be one end for a wolf who treaded on coyote ground.
The wolf turned as Zoug struck, and Talis dove for the soft underside. Candle was less calculated. She snapped for whatever she could reach, positioned now at the wolf's hind end in the wake of his whirl to face Zoug. Whatever she could reach, in this case, just so happened to be one side of his rump.
Though perhaps she did not mean so, her voice was as the song of a siren, luring in men to their doom. Apophis may be the first, but he would not be the last.
Ko'a gives pause when a coo from the man turns to a yip, then a snarl. Zoug has come, large as far as coyote went, one-eyed and stained in blood of his kills as his fashion.
She watches the spar unfold, wondering if the night flaming wolf would have the strength to best Zoug and win his prize- her.
By now, Ko'a realized, be in her calling or be in the battle, all of Tribe had come to watch. S'ari quietly stalked near. Candle gave attack on the trespasser, taking a sample of his rump as her mate had.
Then, then, there was Talisman. Flame point and filled with an anger, one which drove him swift and sure at the wolf. Ko'a eyes widened and she wets her lips, tail high and dancing in the heat of the desert sun.
the quietness of the women did not dissuade zoug. he was a man; he should be the one to strike first. it was their scents which had called this dog, and now the coyote would send him off.
it was when candle joined the fray that worry rose in his gorge, and so he did not step back so far, keeping his larger body the hopeful target of the heavier blows.
talisman joined him, and zoug was glad.
if this cur was routed without incident, it would be talisman who claimed koa, as was right in both his mind and by this conflict.
they swarmed him from all sides.
anglecatch girl; unnoticed.
peach pie brat; retaliated against, the wolf twisting to graze the pallid upside.
bushtail; sinking into manged flesh, tiny fangs nearly unnoticed but for the grip which turned him, now snapping jaws to return teeth with teeth.
the red savage; threatening.
and her, the whore, watching from afar-
the wolf knew they had him outnumbered, vermin, and he weren't a feather over lightweight. it was ego that held him there, insistence he could prevail.
the rageful want to leave a mark.
They all went for the wolf, yet he would not back down. Stupid, stupid man. This was the sort who would die of dehydration in the desert, though the water he so desperately needed was but feet away. Stubborn fool.
With no choice now, S’ari made it to his other side, opposite candle, and rushed at him, snapping and snarling. Out!
she commanded. Flee! Begone!
And she aimed for a bite along his side.
Not only did he miss his target, the wolf’s sharp teeth scraped over the pale slope of Talis’s dorsum. An involuntary shriek escaped the coyote’s throat as he whirled for escape, unwittingly doing more damage as the intruder’s fangs sank into the flesh alongside his spine. It parted in a long weal the entire length of his backbone.
It felt like fire seared down the span of his back as he finally scrambled out of reach. Alternating between choked whimpers and sharper cries, Talisman hastily limped away from the scene convinced he was a dying man.
he'd tasted blood.
it was a coyote's, bitter and thin, no sweeter water to douse his flames. with a sharp grin the man whirled around to meet the insistent little expression of a girl he hadn't spotted till then.
he gave her a warning snarl, before aiming his muzzle to race past, and out of this pungent grave-hole.
Was waiting on Candle, but since this has been a little bit I'm going to post what I've had written to try and wrap this up too.
The wolf did not so easily cower and run. Be it stubbornness and arrogance or be it determination for his prize. Yet now Tribe had grown stronger, much more so then when S'ari had been bed ridden with fever. They surrounded the wolf and worked as a unit against one of their oppressors. Ko'a felt great pride.
Then a cry came out of Talisman, the young coy taking a hit as the dark wolf sank teeth into his backside and Talisman fought against to free himself and rush away. Ko'a's bark is sharp, commanding and she bursts forward as her cousin had, snapping and barking to rally this wolf away.
And he did, deciding the fight was out of his favor. Ko'a lifts her head, eyes into the direction of the fleeing Talisman. She would mean to seek him out later, if she could...
last for me!
the wolf was routed.
zoug turned first back to candle, then s'ari.
koa was given a long look, then he indicated the direction that talisman had gone.
zoug would gather the tribe and they would retreat to their cave.