Wolf RPG - for, dying on the verge of wisdom

lasher had never been for arachnids, but curiosity led the man into the web-wended vale. it was pure childish folly, for he soon found himself in the recesses of a forest thick with wolfscent but devoid of familiar presences. ever so often the man paused, ears upthrust, a touch of worry upon his more commonly calm features.

he spotted a stag in the gloom, but did not give chase, for the fellow stood straddling the borderlands of a strange pack. likewise, taltos too fell still, breast heaving with the fear the woodland had somehow wrought in him.

Her pups would be born in a few days, perhaps even tomorrow, who knew? Taking that into consideration, she really should not be near the borders, waddling uncomfortably, feeling her pups batter her sides. But light exercise was good for a pregnant female, and if there was danger, a tunnel was nearby that she could flee to, and she was sure either Slade or Moon Bane would come to her call if needed.

That being said, the priestess walked as softly as she could by the border, eyes set in front of her as she contemplated a few things, the training of her assassins, the likely hood her pups would survive, the birth itself. The dark priestess stopped when she heard the sound of a deer, one of the white ones nearby. She couldn't hunt him, obviously, so she ignored the beast, but something else nearby did catch her attention. A wolf. There was something about Blackfeather that brought wolves to them, constantly, and they usually were not set on joining and more likely to get in fights, like the little captive that they had. With that in mind, the Night Queen chuffed softly, hoping to get the curious male's attention and garner what his intentions for being here were.

she was gravid, yet her beauty bespoke an exoticism that left lasher bereft for a moment. straightening from his reverie, taltos returned the low sound and watched her. he did not draw near for some time, but at length the beta made his way in the woman's direction.

she was fragranced with the forest air, and he paused warily away from her. a witch! his mind shouted, and painful memories of the glen began to emerge with threatening haste.

The priestess' eyebrow raised curiously when the wolf paused. He was approaching her, with the intention of speaking, but he had just stopped. The Night Queen hummed softly in curiosity, walking forward to meet him halfway. "What are you doing here, hm?" She asked cordially, but with a slight hint of a threat at the end.

taltos was unmoved by her threat; his eyes drifted pointedly to her rounded sides. she was no formidable foe, not unto him. curiosity, the man answered nonetheless. your forest is eldritch and sorrowful. but you are not.

there was a hint of an query in his words; lasher fell silent, awaiting her reaction.

The man quietly remarked on the contrast of her personality against the tone of her home. What really interested her was his diction; his vocabulary. He did not just say creepy, he said eldritch. An intelligent man, or did he just know the word? "One does not always have to mirror the atmosphere of the land. If me and my pack did, we would be very depressing people indeed." she said softly.

a learned woman; he warmed to her immediately, cast as she was, the fecund witch against a backdrop of night. blue willow he loved well enough, and truly, but the wild woman of the briny sound, and now this nymph in the black wood; taltos' heart ached for the ownership of another witch.

your people? he countered, affable and perhaps more interested than he had been before. was he to take her meaning that she was the ruler of this shadowy copse?

She smiled gently, a friendly gesture towards the semi-intruding male. "That I am." She said, curling her tail around her paws. "This is Blackfeather Woods, and I am the alpha." The priestess watched the man's reaction curiously. She was interested if the man did not expect her to be ruler. Why, was it because she was pregnant? "And you are?"

the gravidity of her sides had naught to do with it; she was a fecund wood-princess in her dark domain. lasher was merely curious, and as such found that his tongue did not often work well in such situations. i am the beta male of blacktail deer plateau, he answered carefully, giving not his name for she had given no title of her own. there are many spirits here, it seems.

Blacktail Deer Plateau. A relatively close pack, just a few miles northwest. Luckily for them, they had no other interactions, save this one. Good, since she did not want to make any more close enemies.

"There are many indeed...I have mostly sensed those of the birds that once lived here. They most likely died from fighting this war of theirs." she focused her gaze upwards, towards the treetops, wondering if any cad or croak would accompany her words. In the summer, a crow or raven probably would have responded. But in winter, it was only silence.

war? he inquired politely, taking a single step toward the woman but moving no further; he knew from experience with willow that gravid bodies were not to be approached without caution. crown tipped back to lift eyes unto the skeletal reaching branches of blackfeather wood, strangely fitting for the pregnant queen.

"An undying war," She said softly, not knowing what else to call it. "It has been going on long before we arrived, and I am certain it will continue." Those birds unfortunate to be thrown on the ground by their peers and enemies during the battles did not tell her much before they died, but she gathered enough knowledge to know that she did not want much to do with either side. "We are unaligned in this war. They do not bother us, we don't bother them, and in return we get the occasional meal from their dead. They do not really seem to mind it."

why do they fight? he asked, unable to help himself. she seemed educated upon the matter, but strangely unperturbed by the battle that raged in her canopy, in her skies. perhaps it was a source of interest to her, or rather, a distraction, and his hackles prickled somewhat as his eyes fell to the curve of her lovely body — would the children be disturbed by the eternal warfare under which they would be born?

@Lasher Sorry for taking so long!

Meldresi inclined her head at the question, for it was the same one every one of her members have asked at some point, even herself. She had dug as much as she could into the matter, but could only gather so much. "From what I know, it is an ancient feud. It spans generations back, so far into history that the generation that lives now has no real clue on why they fight." Both the crows and ravens gave different reasons, forgetting some instances, screaming revenge for new ones, like the attack on the Redgrove. It would go on for a longer time yet, and as of now, she did not feel like ending it. There were too many benefits to be reaped from it.

no prob!

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he nodded but said nothing, mulling over that which she had said. at length, his eyes again fell to her sides and he smiled. you are queen of the wood here. i do wonder, perhaps forwardly, who it was that blessed you with the children you carry. his tone was soft; she need not answer unless she wished to do so.

He had asked a question that none of her own members dared to ask. The paternity of her children. While later, when they were born, it would be apparent who was the father, Meldresi chose not to talk about it. It was a tryst that just happened when she was under the control of her hormones, nothing more. While she was fond of the father and respected his loyalty, she did not love him as mates should.

She snorted softly. "He is a member of this pack, and that is all I wish to say." She murmured softly, curling her tail around her swollen abdomen. "It isn't a matter of embarrassment, however. I just do not wish to disclose such information. I hope no offense is taken."

forgive me, he murmured. that was altogether too forward a question, and i apologize. normally tactful, he wondered what had come over him, and did not relax his stance, but remained standing, an expression of abject worry laid vaguely across his features for offending the spider queen, and in her own dark bower!

She sighed wistfully, showing her lack of anger from the question. He was quite the gentleman. While she savored the reckless sadism of her own wolves, she wouldn't mind having a few more of his kind amidst her ranks. "Apology granted." She murmured gently.

"While I would enjoy continuing this conversation, I fear you have lingered on my borders a bit longer than most." He was lucky that he found her, and not Bane. If the White Warrior, as Slade called him, had discovered him here, then she was sure his pelt would not be as smooth and well kept as it was now. Instead, she was certain his pelt would be slick with blood.

last post for me! great thread! i always love threading with u <3

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giving a quick nod, lasher startled himself into backing from her faultlines, pausing only to bow low before the arachnid princess. i will trouble you no longer. i wish you well with the children, he added, allowing himself one last glance at her rounded sides before he turned and made for the direction of home.