Wolf RPG

Zhavvi was on one of her expeditions again. She knew that the Khalas was gathered at Great Water Lake. Without a set up camp it was easier for Zhavvi to sneak out and have her own little exploring sessions. She managed to give a task to Zoratto that would keep him busy for awhile. Her father was also busy with talking with the scouts. Why couldn't she be a scout? Her father really was too over protective. Zhavvi could totally handle herself. She totally could!

The slender build female was rather close to Great Water Lake but she followed the river down, seeing some woods in the distance. She stuck to the river and followed it. Maybe she would score a meal, or find someone interesting. Maybe she could harass a local. So far she hadn't met any one that had been nice to her. She was Zhavvi! Daughter of Khal Rakharo! They should fall to their knees seeing her. And otherwise she would make them kneel by fighting them, and of course, winning. She was amazing like that.

Tonravik had given him leave to roam and explore. With, or without that explicit permission, Kero was bound to drift away at some point and give in to his natural inclination to wander. His paws were restless. His mind grew bored. Exploring, he found, created enough intrigue and unknown to keep his idle thoughts occupied. It gave him a chance to test himself not only mentally but physically as well. Just because he was a pack wolf now, did not mean he was going to let himself lose the part of him that was well traveled. He'd do what he could when he was able. 

He was also determined to keep himself a bit of a free agent. True to his promise, he'd stopped at a passing river and washed himself thoroughly to rid himself of the scent of the Spine. He'd rolled in spring flowers and earthen pines, pressing his body once more through the dirt and mire to once more adorn the perfume of these wilds. There was something freeing about it. Refreshing. He'd not been a part of the Spine long enough to fully wear its nasal gowns, and one day that may change, but for now, he was free of those bounds. It was wonderful. 

Wandering where he would, he found himself in the midst of a field. Open and vast, he was but a ginger blur upon the map. He moved steadily, padding across the soft grasses as he breathed in the sweet scents of spring and explored where ever the wind would lead him. Bunny trails. Tiny burrows. Patches of taller grass worn in by constant use. There were so many things here to find. It was only so long until he made his first encounter. 

With a wolf. 

A tawny female who was average upon the eye. He thought nothing of her, but there was something in her demeanor that felt proud and familiar. Alas, he'd found it was always better to start off on a friendly note than with the element of surprise. He tipped his head aside and greeted her. "Fancy meeting you here." Or anyone at all. 

Zhavvi glanced over the open fields, she herself was relieved that she was away from her Khalas. She grew more annoyed by them each day, possibly because she just knew they were keeping an eye out for her. The princess felt like she couldn't be herself even though she wanted to. Like they expected her to be a brat of a princess that lived under her father's protection. She might be a bit of a brat but the latter she didn't want. Zhavvi could take care of herself, she decided. Her slender frame trotted over the fields until her eye caught a male.

Her lithe frame was smaller than his, not a surprise. Zhavvi wasn't quick to be impressed about it. She defeated a male far bigger than her. One of her better victories. Her green eyes studied the male that approached her on a rather... friendly matter. At least that was what she got from it. Her tail rose and her green eyes stayed on him for a moment. His words, that weird language again, was something that she didn't understand. He might have insulted her, but his demeanor didn't fit an insult. She decided that the male greeted her.

"Fekiikiri kaldaka si tir ti vucot," Zhavvi returned and gave a court nod to the other. Her tail gave a curious flicker as his reddish fur reminded her of the red and yellow plains she came from. The Khal's daughter was curious about what tongue these wolves spoke, she had not a clue, not did she know any of their words. It sounded so different than what she was used to. Since the male had enough respect to greet her Zhavvi had decided to not act too vicious towards him. His scent she couldn't really locate, so she figured he was alone. A envy started to bloom. She wanted to be free to explore and live her life but that would never be the case. Her father would decide everything for her. "Si tir ti renthisj dout ooble," she then added, although she figured it was rather useless information.

She didn't seem too terribly bothered by his sudden appearance. She merely turned, letting her eyes linger upon him for a moment before she lifted her tail in an act of dominance. Alrighty then. He kept his frame neutral and relaxed. Comfortable. He wouldn't strain to lower himself to her level, but he wasn't going to put on a show either. As far as he was concerned, they were lone wolves in neutral lands. In his eyes, that made them equally without status. He'd be whatever he needed to be to keep things that way. 

She spoke, her tail flicking behind her as the words fled her mouth. He didn't recognize them. They were strange upon his ears and amounted to nothing. Except... he recognized that accent from somewhere... Thinking back, he realized he knew of two languages in these parts outside of the common tongue. The one of the Spine, and the one of the female he'd encountered several times now. Was this wolf of the roaming caravan seeking buffalo too?

He was starting to connect the dots, but didn't let himself settle on any assumption. Instead, he lifted a brow at her strange words and realized a dialogue would get them nowhere fast. Since he had her attention, he might as well put it towards something productive. He tipped his nose in the direction she was originally heading and began to pad that way. Glancing over her shoulder, he looked back to her, and further indicated for her to follow. He lingered for a moment, waiting for her to make her decision. 

If she chose to follow, he'd pick up the pace and break out into a run. If not, he'd linger to see if she had any better ideas.

Zhavvi looked at the reddish male with a certain curiosity. She understood his body language but she, Rakharo's daughter, was not going to follow this male. She was a princess if anyone was going to do the following that would be him. She was planning on a far more interesting. Would this male want to fight her. Zhavvi was not in an aggressive state that she would want to murder the male. Sometimes the female had one of those days she felt like murdering some wolf. Most of the time she kept those thoughts at bay.

Slowly she sank through her front paws when the male looked at her. Maybe he wanted to have a friendly spar with her. Zhavvi had realized that she could learn a great deal from sparring with others. Different fighting techniques and strategies. Maybe if she fought enough locals she could surprise the wolves in her Khalas with new techniques. The brown colored female keep her green eyes intently on the male, challenging him. This was something Zhavvi was skilled at. Maybe if he would win she could give him a reward for it. That made her smirk. She didn't shy away from having some fun after fighting.

Okay. Little bit of a buzz kill this one, but alright. If she didn't want to explore, he could hang out here for a while longer and figure out what she'd rather do instead; if anything at all. For a moment, he wondered if he'd be better off dismissing the rest of this encounter and continuing on his way. They couldn't converse outside of primal body language which made for uninteresting conversation. She didn't wish to join him which meant her thoughts weren't aligned with his own. He wasn't really sure what they had left to offer each other. 

She lowered herself down and stared at him. Um. Okay. Hadn't anyone taught her staring at strangers was rude? He lifted a wolven brow towards her, not really certain as to what she was getting at. He wasn't sure if that singular expression was enough, so he tipped his head aside in that universal expression of "huh?". Hopefully that one translated a heck of a lot better. Maybe she'd just never seen a ginger male before.

Apparently this male was so stupid that he didn't know the common sign of play. Zhavvi had sunk though her front paws and wiggled her tail. The lithe girl then jumped forward and snapped at his front paws, without actually biting them. The slender female then jumped back and fake bit him from the other side. Hopefully it was more than clear now she wanted a friendly spar, or an aggressive one if the male would react more aggressive towards her.

Zhavvi jumped back once more so she was in her playful stance in front of the male, she wiggled her butt again, her tail swaying alluringly. She bare her teeth briefly and then intended on jumping on top of him, but she realized that her weight might not enough to unbalance the male.

She sunk to her paws and wagged her tail. Okay. These signs were starting to click. It wasn't until she leapt forward and went for his paws that he realized what she was after. Playing. She wanted to play.

Kero hopped backwards, narrowly dodging her soft nips as he sank into a pose that resembled her own. Downward dog. Rump in the air as his shoulders lowered to the ground in a way that would allow him to dart away with a bit of power to his step. She zipped in again, aiming for his side and Kero swiveled, lifting a paw to softly bat away her nose.

She was assertive, he'd give her that. No sooner had she bounded away than she was after him again. Kero ducked, lowering his form before popping back up beneath her middle as she jumped for his shoulders. He was tall enough that he might be able to catch her belly on his back. He was curious as to whether or not her feet would be able to touch the ground.

As the young female jumped on top of the male she was soon hanging over his back like a saddle on a horse. Well that wasn't really smart of her. Zhavvi tried for her paws to reach the ground but they where just too short by a few centimeters. The female was quick to think of another strategy. Since she had an higher advantage point she grabbed the upper part of his neck, trying to find a pressure point to immobilize him with.

Not that she was succeeding, and she would probably be throw off pretty soon. She tensed her muscles, jus tin case she would make a crashing landing to the ground. All was possible. She didn't know the male maybe he would keep her on his back for his amusement. Zhavvi hoped not. Her back paws scrambling against his side to push herself over him.

Her feet didn't hit the ground. Perfect. He began to walk, letting her ride along on top of him, when she wiggled around and went for his neck. Well owww! Little neck biter was she? That'd be a heck of a lot better if she was going for a hickey, but with a playful spar like this one, it was just annoying. He squirmed beneath her, moving his neck around as he rolled his shoulders to try to shift her a little lower on his back and away was his nape. 

She slipped over his rump and ended up on the ground. Her hind paws scrapped against his side as she slid off his back, her nails biting against his flank. Kero shifted out from underneath her and turned, spinning towards her rear to snatch at her hind foot in attempt to keep her from getting back on her feet. His teeth missed, snapping at air as she pulled that foot out of the way. He stumbled past her and turned, moving to square his shoulders as he looked straight on.

Zhavvi was quick to brace herself for the fall, yet it wasn't a very hard one. The brown female instantly focussed on the male, keen on seeing what he was planning to do. He was quick and keen on biting her. Zhavvi rolled away just in time before being quick to jump to her feet again. Her tail flickered with pride. She was on a roll today! Look at her defending and dodging, Kivi would be proud.

The light framed girl then stared back at the rather good-looking male. A hint of a smirk turned upon her face. She could be rather alluring if she wanted to be. At least her uncle thought so. Zhavvi instantly moved towards another attack. Her mind set on attacking his front legs so the male would have more difficulty attacking her back. At full speed she charged at him, which might not be the smartest way to go at it. She was still young.

She charged at his front feet? Or at least that's what it looked like. She sunk in low, diving for his paws which were settled behind his greatest weapon. Teeth. That barrier of ivory fangs that lingered above and more forward than his paws. That meant she'd have to get pass his mouth in order to get there. He wasn't about to let that happen. 

Kero intercepted her, catching the girl by the scruff a split second before she reached his paws. Keeping his grasp up her nape soft, he applied just enough pressure to pull her off her course and toss her aside. A good offense was a good defense. He released her and circled back around to see what she might try next.

Zhavvi was still inexperienced on the subject of fighting. She had practiced more defense than attack. But she would learn and after the bite from the other, which didn't hurt too much actually, she was motivated to try it another time. She got on all fours again and started to circle the other wolf. Often she made fake attacks to test his defense, in that way she hoped to find a weak point, or a point she could attack with more ease.

Eventually she decided that his butt might be a good start, or the upper part of his hind leg. No teeth, and if she approached from the right angle he might not be able to have a counter attack. The green eyed female acted as if she was going to make another fake attack but then bit down in the right butt cheek, keeping the same force he had used on her.

She kept up her pursuit, darting in and out and looking for chinks in his armor so to speak. He kept up his defense, fending off her onslaught as took care to try something new. She'd need to. She was aiming for places that were easily guarded and were more prone to burning her out before she landed something. 

Just like that, she switched tactics. She feinted and he lost sight of her for a moment only to feel her teeth sink in around his ass cheek. Damn it. She had a mouth full of ass, he wasn't quite sure what to do other than... He farted, breaking wind in her general direction as he spun around to rid himself of this pain in the ass. 

Teeth caught her tail as they spun and he jerked her backwards, lifting a paw to pummel at her head or flank, or whatever was in reach with a firm back hand.

Zhavvi lived with the Dorthan, she was always on the road so she wasn't looking away from farts, blood or feces. But since she didn't expect him to fart she was a bit startled by the sudden sensory overload in her nose that made her back off. She shook her head trying to breath in some fresh air too. Although she didn't seem too mad. But she did want to make him pay for making her smell his horrible stench. It was like he was rotten inside.

Zhavvi could fart too, but then she realized she couldn't really fart whenever she wanted too. He held her tail and tried to hurt her flanks (which felt a bit like when a male was mounting her and holding on to tight). He managed to do some damage. Zhavvi needed to think quick. Because she was so small and at a lot of practice by grabbing her own tail she made that same movement. Only to grab his front paw and give it a hard tug so he would let her go and loose balance.

Whoo. That was a relief. He'd been holding that one in since they'd started. He was gonna let it go if she'd ran with him, but apparently the timing had worked out after all. His body felt a little more relaxed as he snagged her tail and landed a paw to her side. Success. Awesome. He was starting to get the hang of this. 

Then she moved again, darting in quick like a bunny to snap at his paw. Given her size, the spin was easy and she caught it in her teeth, pulling him down as she ruined his footing. 

Kero went down, tucking and rolling as he thrust out his free paw and went for her face. Yeah yeah. Never hit a girl. He was over it. He'd press his pads against her cheek any day if she had her teeth around soft fleshy parts of him that he liked. Like his paw. Either way, he missed and squirmed, trying to free himself so he could roll back to his feet. 

Zhavvi smirked with the paw between her teeth. Somehow she could totally visualize this as something else she would be biting on instead of licking it. Almost like a warning that little girls do bite. She hoped to grow a bit more buff, yet not too much. Hopefully her legs would grow a bit more, that would make her even more elegant. The girl for now didn't feel like holding on too strongly, with the little struggle the male gave her she let go. It was a playful spar after all.

Zhav was a bit high on her wins so with too much confidence she charged at him again, wanting to attack him while he saw still on the ground and lower than her. She was the princess and didn't mind a little submission from the male. But she was not big enough to really step over him at all, nor her attack point was in the same spot when she reached him. She had aimed for his butt again since it was more playful fight and he had a weak spot there, but the male had been too quick for her.

She was a lithe little thing caught somewhere between being a girl and a woman. Young, but with enough spunk in her step to keep things interesting. She released his foot. He had half a moment to be thankful for it as she moved away and charged at him again. At his ass. Damn. Girl had a thing for a tight tush like his. 

He was in a half-sitting position and almost to his feet when she rushed him. His upward motion, combined with her downward aim for his ass gave him the perfect vantage point to use her momentum against her. Kero hooked an arm over her shoulders and turned her, effectively moving to pin and straddle her. 

Zhavvi was quick to be pinned down. Being this lithe also meant that she didn't have the strength to match the male. When he flipped her over and straddled her there was nothing she could do really. She tried to kick her legs or bite him somewhere but even Zhav knew when she was defeated. She had made a wrong judgement and she would be respectable enough to admit that. She went limp under him, admitting her defeat.

The young girl wished they could understand each other but she just didn't speak their tongue. She tried to pull herself out from under him and then give a lick over his cheek in thank you, somehow she looked at bit smug. Zhavvi had enjoyed their fight, it wasn't one with too many injuries and that was nice compared to the heavy training she got from Kivi.

He flipped her over, holding her body underneath his own. Pinned. She squirmed beneath him and he shifted above her, transferring his weight where it needed to be to squash her efforts. Eventually she stilled, admitting defeat with body language alone. When words failed, actions would have to suffice.

She licked him. A quick motion on his muzzle. Kero startled, staring at her for a moment before he pulled himself off of her and made his way back to his feet. He circled, putting a comfortable distance between both of them before he sank downward into a stretch with his tail waving high above him. He pulled through that motion, transferring his weight to his front shoulders as he lowered his rump and stretched his hind legs. Stay limber. Stay nimble. Release the tension in muscles once taut from their spar. Get that mobility back.  

There was still some sort of smug, electric energy about her. He did his own thing with the stretching, but cast glances in her direction here and there. She lingered for a bit and he stilled, tipping his head aside as if to ask, "now what?"

Zhavvi got to her feet the moment she got freed by the male, she sat down across from him and curiously watched him stretch. Curious what the meaning of it was. Maybe she should ask Kivi next time they were training. When Zhavvi studied the male she decided that she liked him. Not in like an; Oh am I am crushing on him kind of way. But more in an appreciative kind of way. Plus the way he curiously looked at her now like questioning what they where going to do now was something Zhavvi liked. She was still a bit in charge.

She got onto her fours and stepped closer to him. Curious to sniff this male out. What would he have to offer? Without any shame she stepped right into his personal space, they had just shared some closeness after all, at least that was Zhavvi's reasoning. Her nose moved through the fur on his shoulders, towards the side of his neck, her tail wagging gently indicating she wasn't going to do any harm. But then a hint of a smirk came upon her face. She turned around and then farted into his face.

She laughed, which was a rare thing for Zhavvi to do. But the payback was so sweet.

He stretched and righted himself. With the gesture of a question in the air, she was quick to fill the sudden expanse of awkward air with an idea. Kero watched as she stepped towards him. He stiffened a bit, curious as to what she had in mind. Their spar was over, but there was something about not really knowing her that made him hesitant and cautious as she riffled her nose through his thick fur. First his shoulder. Then his neck. She explored vulnerable, intimate areas and despite the wave in her tail, he didn't trust it.

And shouldn't have. 

She let one rip in front of nose. No sooner had he given her a sniff than a moist, juicy one tore through the air. "Damn girl. You be nasty!" He jumped back, rubbing his nose into the grass as he tried to clear the smell of her out of his nose. Ugh. It lingered. And it was like he could practically taste it in his mouth too. Gross. It was one thing amongst guys, but for a lady? She'd ruined that perfect image he'd had of females. They weren't supposed to poop. And farting? They didn't do that either. But if they did? That was supposed to smell like spring grass and wildflowers and something lovely. 

His face wrinkled. That smell had definitely not been lovely. Ew. Ew. Ew. And it was still stuck on his tongue. With no better options for clearing his palate, he approached her and gave her a big, slobbery wet on over her face. 

Zhavvi let herself fall on her butt as she laughed. It was such a joyful sound coming from her. This male made her laugh even though they had no common tongue. Her green eyes full off amusement as the male was trying to get the horrid smell out of his nose. Her stomach didn't react very well some new types of meat. She was used to bison and she had to do with other animals for awhile as they were traveling to find the promised lands. It made the scent even worse, all these gasses forming in her belly.

Zhavvi popped her ears up when the male approached and licked over her face. The girl scrunched up her face as her licked over it. It felt like her father licking her when she was younger and dirty. She let out a snort and grinned at him. A soft hum came of her lips before she got to her feet. She gave him a kiss on his cheek then, as another thank you. Although her time was up and she didn't want this male to be ripped apart by her father and his bloodwolves. She then stepped back, giving a more serious short nod as goodbye. She would have to wash herself before returning home. Otherwise she would be heavily inspected too.

She laughed. At his expense.

Kero rolled in the grasses, trying to free himself from that horrible stench, but it didn't appear as though anything was working. Ugh. He was gonna smell like her butt forever. His paws weren't helping. More grass was just making him breathe up dust, which left him sneezing and since now it was in his mouth... Ugh! Girl'd gotten him good. The sneak. 

Nevertheless, she wrinkled her nose at him then came in to press his lips against her cheek. Well hey now. That was unexpected, but at least he'd made a good impression. Kero lifted his head, watching as she gave a little nod before sauntering off. Alrighty then. Playtime was over. Oh well. It'd been fun. 

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