Wolf RPG

Kivi needed to eat more. Her weight wasn't entirely insufferable, but she was too damn bony for his liking. He eventually gave up on it and began to drag her by the scruff. Scratches or earthen rashes aside, they were doing this wolf a favor. He felt like a parent catching a delinquent and sending them home to face the parents. Damn. If he was ever in the reverse in this scenario, where someone was bringing his own kid back home for being dumb? He growled at the thought.

He glanced once at Tonravik, looking to her for a moment as they neared the Plains. In another five minutes or so, they'd be too close for his liking. They were bringing back a trespasser. He wasn't about to make the same mistake and violate their borders either. No. They kept their distance. If these wolves wanted their wolf back, they could come and get her.

Kerosene released the plains wolf and stepped aside. He lingered to guard the girl, but it was time to end this invasion nonsense. He lifted his muzzle and howled, summoning their Khal.

Tonravik helped as needed. When he began to drag the wolf, she assisted. Their combined muscle made it easy. They were the tyrannosaurus to her raptor. When they were close enough, they released. Still unconscious. Good. As her mate howled, she stood close to the trespasser. They would see any Plains wolf approach miles away. They kept a great distance. Tonravik did not wish to do this at all, but their leader ought to know about keeping his subordinates in line. 

What neither Kerosene nor Tonravik knew was that Kivi was not unconscious, but instead very much awake. The only problem was that she couldn't move. The Dotharan female desperately tried opening her eyes, but failed. She could hear everything that was going around her, but couldn't move or say anything.

What Kivi didn't know was that she was paralyzed. In order to save her life, Kivi's heart slowed down to prevent her from losing more blood. Unfortunately it was her neck that was injured along with an artery. WhIle Tonravik had not made the cut to kill her, it was injured causing more blood to stop flowing to the brain. The part of her brain that controlled the muscle movements.

Actually it was a miracle Kivi was still alive, but luckily for her it was only her neck that was damaged. If any other area on her body was cut open she would have died. Until her neck began to heal and more blood flowed to her brain, she would remain paralyzed. However things only became worse for the female. Due to being paralyzed she wont be able to eat, and if she doesn't eat she will lack nutrients in her which will cause her neck to heal even slower than normal. 

She was stuck in a life or death situation that wasn't looking good. Blood was smeared across her neck from being drug on the ground, and dirt clung to that blood. Her breathing was faint and could only be seen if up close. On the outside it looked if though she was still unconscious, while on the inside she was screaming for help. Help that no one could hear.

Although things seemed idle enough from Rakharo's throne, the things that evolved around him, from which he had no knowledge, would soon come around to get him. He didn't know about many things that threatened to destabilize the tranquility in which he had submerged ever since he arrived to the Teekon Wilds, but slowly Rakharo started to realize how stupid he had been to feel so confident.

Kivi, of all the wolves in his Khalas, was the one Rakharo had the biggest respect for aside from his own brother, but little did he know that both of them were the ones that abused that trust the most. Lavakho in one hand, besides from screwing one of the slaves, was also screwing Rakharo's own daughter; and the poor guy didn't even know. And on the other hand, the bright Kivi was even more restless than Lavakho's dick, not screwing single wolves, but entire packs behind his back. Things would change from now on, because the howl that called for the golden Khal would be the alarm that marked a change around the Plains.

Rakharo wasn't alone when the howl reached his attentive ears, his brother @Lavakho, recently-titled Beta and Khasak was by his side where he belonged, and his unexplicably-loyal slave, @Tomahawk, was with them at the time too. All of them went immediately to attend the deal that called to their doorstep knowing that the sound of the howler's voice was no Dotharan.

The silhouette that materialized in the distance, blurred for a while by the soil's heat soon turned into two separate bodies. One the color of the sun, and one the shadow cast by it. But as their distance to them grew smaller at the high speed at which they were moving, a third shape formed under the others; brown, bloody and thrown in the ground like a corpse.

"Ki fin yeni!" the Khal growled as he identified the unconcious body to be Kivi's and halted to a stop creating a cloud of dust all around him. His lip twitched in anger as it curled up to reveal white fangs large as daggers, but he would hear an explanation before engaging in any violence acts.

The slave was Rakharo's shadow, sticking to him whenever she could. Things were easier this way, she had decided. If she was close to him, she did not have to worry about Lavakho. She did not have to worry about making as many mistakes. When Rakharo moved to answer the call, Tomahawk was beside him, her smaller frame dwarfed in comparison to his own (and further by Lavakho the giant). When he growled, Tomahawk shrunk back, flashes of her own punishment coming to mind.

His stance demanded answers, and Tomahawk did not think her voice was needed just yet. Her ears remained wide open, though, and she would serve as their go-between for as long as they required her presence.

After the brothers' conversation, consolation, and above all things, promotion, things had gone quiet in the plains. However, quiet tended to be a harbinger of problems in Lavakho's experience. The hustle and bustle of daily life tended to keep Lavakho effectively distracted, however in the past few days, alongside his brother, he couldn't help but feel like he was simply waiting for something to happen. And something indeed did.

Lavakho followed his brother closely as the trio set out to investigate the source of the strange howl that broke the silence. Rakharo seemed floored at the sight, however Lavakho tried his best to stifle a heavy laugh. Unfortunately, a chuckle escaped. Kivi's limp form lay sprawled out by the two strangers and Lavakho wasn't surprised by the sight at all. Kivi had a tendency to stir up shit where she shouldn't. Lavakho may have been dim, but he had common sense not stir up problems with the locals.

"Bim tzarreth," he chided toward the prone body of Kivi. "Tiric jaciv waph?"

"My masters wish to know if she lives," Tomahawk spoke, glancing between the wolves who stood tense over the body of Kivi. The coyote had spoken with her just days ago, and seeing her there, potentially dead, was difficult for the slave. Her masters meant everything to her.

They waited, and before long, the figures of two wolves and a coyote grew upon the horizon. The plains pack came and with it, this ordeal could begin. He hoped it would move quickly, but the chatter between the wolves reminded him of why he'd not made much effort to linger too close before. Their language differences were a barrier. The only wolf he'd known of them to speak the common tongue was still passed out at their feet. A shame. If they were forced to yips and nudges and reenactments to explain everything, this would take half a life time.

All the same, his eyes narrowed as the wolves continued their approach. There was no need to disturb Kivi's form. They could see it. They knew what it meant. But for Ton? No doubt the coyote was a mystery, so he murmured low, filling his mate in on what he knew. "They keep slaves," he spoke possibly explaining the coyote. Kivi'd told him that much. "Sexist culture. Different tongue. Males hunt and protect. Females breed." He glanced at her, hoping she understood it might be better if he did the talking... not that she spoke often unless it was with purpose.

The distance between them all closed. Kero shifted his stance, maintaining his dominance in this scenario as they were equals here on these neutral lands outside their realm. "Ava'yorn," he spoke, greeting them in their own language so as to prove he was no stranger to who and what they were. An outsider, certainly, but their own kind was quick to reveal their culture. Alas, that was the only word he knew so when their Khal spoke, he lifted a brow in question until the coyote proved her worth. A translator. He hoped the beast would translate true.

"She breathes." For now, it was enough. Without care, she might not recover, but it was a far better fate than bringing a dead wolf to their doorway. "She belongs to you, doesn't she? Consider her return a gift. If she threatens our borders a fifth time we will kill her." A little strong out of the gate? Perhaps. But they were done fooling around with these violations. Better to cut straight to the point.

"Kivi lives," Tomahawk confirmed, glancing to Rakharo and Lavakho briefly before turning her attention to the speaker again, gathering up what he spoke and spitting it back out in Dotharan. "Kivi went to their land, trespassed. They will kill her if she does it again." Tomahawk had no motive to lie, to twist their words, and so she did not.

Her ears cupped forward at the approach of two wolves, and a...

Did they know what was in their midst? Of course they did. It walked with them, lowly, but with them. Tonravik kept her stoic disposition, though an ear turned as her mate elaborated. Slaves. This coyote was a slave. A slave might be easy to earn if they fed it. But, why waste the meat? And as for roles of the sexes, Tonravik betrayed nothing to her thoughts on that. In this culture, she could see why. Their women were vapid and senseless, suicidal, even. Who could listen to that? There was not one who proved differently, and she had seen two.

The male seemed disgruntled, spitting vehemently in a tongue she did not understand. Iqniq had said that. Her own mate spoke in their tongue... but still, she remained utterly still, protective near the plains wolf. That she was paralyzed she did not know. If the wolf died, she died. It was deserved and overdue. The other wolf then spoke, amused. That was good. Better amused at his subordinates demise than irate at their retaliation. The alpha female looked the two over. Strong men, certainly. Their coloration accentuated the fact that they were made for these plains.

When her mate silenced, Tonravik continued: "And any others. This one was not your only wolf to come to us."

The alpha female wanted none near her borders. Not of the Plains, not of the Plateau, not of any pack she knew or did not know. It did not matter. She wanted this meeting over and done with; she wanted to return home. But in the meantime, she sniffed the air openly, drinking deep dregs of air in. Although her eyes moved to look beyond them, to note the plainness of the plains, her attention was upon them again, her eyes waiting for their move. 

"The woman says they will kill any who come near their home," Tomahawk added, but she was puzzled by the second declaration. "Other Dotharan trespassed, not only Kivi." That news was strange, and Tomahawk did not know if she believed the dark woman, but she did nothing to show it.

Since she could do nothing but breathe and listen,  Kivi made sure she heard every word. First came the voice of her Khal, and honestly he was the last person she wanted here. She had not exactly been in the best of situations recently and she was sure there would be a major punishment for her. That is of course if she ever woke up.

Next came the most annoying sound she ever heard. A chuckle.  Who the hell was laughing at her? Her question was quickly answered when she heard the voice of Lavakho fill her ears. He was now officially on her list of wolves to annoy till they die, and even if she died today she would annoy him as a damn ghost.

Kivi wasn't suprised to hear the slaves voice. It seemed she was everywhere Rakharo was and it was proving useful at the moment. She translated everything tzarafar said along with the dark Alpha's words. Kivi believed it was Zhavvi that Tonravik was speaking of, but there may be more she didn't know of. She waited for more words to be spoken while lying there helpless and frustrated. 

As the stranger greeted the Dotharan in their own tongue, Rakharo's lips curled up even further. There was no friendship or respect in him for these wolves, and them speaking his own tongue bothered him even more.

At Lavakho's laugh, the Khal quickly took a second to turn around and snap a warning bite at the air around Lavakho's face. It was not the time for laughter, a pack-mate was laying on the ground, possibly dead for what he trusted the Spine wolves' words. It was time to defend the pack's pride.

Dismissing any further sneer interventions from Lavakho, the Khal turned around and stared directly into the ozzirven wolf's eyes as he spoke, making sure he knew there was no fear in him, and even when Tomahawk did her duty as translator he didn't turn away his gaze. To Rakharo's surprise, Kivi seemed to have tresspassed into a foreign pack's lands, something he had not foreseen, and to make things even worse the shadow woman stated that not only Kivi had violated their territory. Rakharo's gaze shifted to her deep brown eyes as she spoke, looking up and down at her with clear sexist disdain, but when the word "kill" was mentioned by the coyote, things took a more heated turn.

"Wux ifaki chiftik bevi gacoma ve persvek sia kurjh thaczil!" the Khal snarled infuriated taking two sharp steps forward towards the foreign couple. He would not tolerate a threat to his wolves. Dotharan didn't do threat. Dotharan attacked, at their time and with their own purposes, but this wouldn't be forgotten.

"Es havazhaan!" the Khal barked before lunging forward to chase out the Spine wolves. Talking was no longer an option, it hardly ever was for Rakharo's heated temper, but if the Spine Alphas chose to fight back, Rakharo would show them his strength, he would show them why he was the Khal.

Tonravik stayed long enough to note the look of disdain, open and readable, upon the Khal. How stupid, that face. Had these been not so near the borders of his home, she would have humored showing him his place. As it was, she, in her way, had. 

Satisfied with what she had gleaned here, Tonravik turned as he began to speak. What was the point? They had came here to tell him what they desired, and if he thought the words were a threat, he could come to them and find their promise. 

exit!  

Well. That went south super quick. No, "Thank you for bringing back our village idiot"s or "Oh gosh. I'll be better about keeping my women under control"s. Just a bunch of snarls that left Kero with a permanently lifted brow and a sinking suspicion the coyote had screwed them over. His gaze flicked to the erm... scavenger thing for a brief moment before the Khal stepped forward with a gibberish of words and somewhat impressive snarl. Wolf had some lung power on him.

Tonravik turned and left. He immediately agreed with this course of action. They were here to leave a message and now that they'd done that there was no reason to linger. "The Spine honors your borders," he spoke, turning to depart. He left the words lingering in the air as he turned and followed after his mate. It was a long journey home.

-Kero exits-

Kivi continued to listen as it seemed Lavakho had stopped talking. She wanted to smirk at the thought of Rakharo making his brother shut up, but couldn't.  Whatever was going on with her was seriously freaking her out. She still couldn't move, and she was worried she would be stuck like this forever.

The thought of being trapped in this darkness until she died became her worst nightmare, and to top everything off she just heard one of the most frightening growls ever. She could hear as the footsteps of two wolves walking off into the distance after the red male spoke of how they honor their borders. Pfft. If all it took was a growl to scare the Spine wolves off then she would have done that from the beginning. 

Lavakho's not so tactful laugh was quickly reprimanded by the golden Khal, he took note, however his position remained unchanged in front of the foreigners.  It wasn't the time or place to show submission or weakness, and he could always apologize to his brother later. But in Lavakho's mine, Kivi had deserved what she got, and his sentiment remained unchanged.  While keeping his wary eyes glued on the foreigners, he listened to the slave girl translate their words into his tongue.  She hadn't been the only one.

Rolling his eyes, he let out a winded sigh.  Although he had been stirring up problems of his own, he quickly realized that as a pack they needed to get control of their women, and fast.  Perhaps they had gone stir crazy staying on the plains.  But nevertheless, there needed to be order, and order was not what the Khal was providing.  It was about time he selected a Khaleesi to keep the women straight.

Rakharo moved foreword, bidding the foreigners to leave their land.  Although, the last thing Lavakho wanted to do was start another war, he still joined in with his brother as he growled at their visitors.  Hackles bristled.  Teeth barred.  Thankfully the natives complied and left Kivi's prone body in the grass.  

"Svabol tir yth tir mrith jacioniv?" he asked, tone stern.  She had possibly landed the Khalas in deep doo-doo. Surely, a punishment had to be in order.

The Khal roared, and Tomahawk did not think translation was necessary. His intent was clear, and the two strangers vanished promptly. Kivi remained on the ground, and after a brief glance to Rakharo, she began to lick the girl's face, hoping to revive her. "Wake, Kivi," she pleaded, though she was fairly certain nothing could be done to stir her from her slumber. Something was quite wrong, and Tomahawk did not have the knowledge to fix her. Tomahawk licked at her eyes, her chin, her cheeks, but nothing happened.

"She needs help," she said plainly to the Khal and his brother.

Just as he charged forward the Spine wolves fled with their tails tucked between their thighs, or at least that's how it looked like to the proud Khal. Rakharo's heated blood was pumping hard through his veins, but seeing that the cowards had chosen not to confront him the way he would have had an advantage he slowed down his pace until he stopped, and there, he watched for a good ten seconds how the contrasting silhouettes of Tonravik and Kerosene disappeared in the distance before returning to take a closer look at Kivi.

Her neck was bleeding heavily, and the wound in it seemed deep enough to be life-threatening. That's the price she was paying for her stupidity. Rakharo had asked the wolves of the Khalas to explore the surrounding territories, yes, but he had never told them to go around pressing other packs' buttons like they were invincible. Dotharan were unity, a group, and working alone was not their way. For that, Kivi would earn herself a well deserved punishment that Rakharo would take care about later, right now Kivi needed close attention.

"@Tomahawk" Rakharo called with a sharp bark, "Gethrisj itrewic Raezho vur Laqikki. Visp astahi batobot jaciv ui rhyisjir tisvelk vur batobot jacioniv kornari ui birk." Rakharo instructed with direct words and gravity in his deep voice. He needed immediate action if he wanted to save the Lajakeesi's life, even if only to kill her himself.

Kivi realized she never should have been glad for Lavakho shutting his mouth, because once again he was talking. His words confused her as she wasn't sure how to take them, but ended up thinking that he was asking what to do with her body. She certainly hoped they wouldn't just leave her here to die and thank the Rhoa they didn't.

She was grateful at least the slave and her Khal cared enough to make sure she didn't bleed to death. If it was possible, Kivi tried even harder to open her eyes when the coyote licked her face. She never knew it could be so difficult to do something as simple as speaking or opening her eyes.

When Rakharo ordered the slave to find help Kivi wanted to run away. By the way he told Tomahawk to find two specific wolves it sounded if though they knew how to heal her. Kivi absolutely hated when others tried to heal wounds mainly because she was afraid so many things could go wrong.

If Kivi was to pull through from her ordeal, she was to have medical attention immediately.  The Khal sent the slave for the healer and the crone who would have much more experience in the matter than the brothers did.  Lavakho was more prone to rip bodies apart than put them back together.  He pulled ahead of his brother and toward the slave who desperately tried to wake the prone wolf.  Nudging her stomach with his muzzle, he tried to gauge a reaction from her barely breathing form.  However, there was nothing but the thin breaths she took.

"Siofme jaciv shilta nymuer udoka?" He asked, nudging her side again.  In Lavakho's experience, one that was unresponsive like this was shut off from the world.  Deaf.  Dumb.  Blind.  However, unbeknownst to him, that was not the case.  He turned to his brother. "Yth rigluin ekess rihlilg hesi aesthyri," he stated, dry and matter of fact. "Tepoha wux siofmea zahae claxir vi Khaleesi?"  Surely, that would be the answer.  The Dotharan needed someone to watch the females... to keep them in check.  

Rakharo ordered her to find two of the other Hoshor Plains wolves, and she backed away from Kivi to do so. Before she could make a break for it, Lavakho leaned in to ask a question she did not have an answer to. She flinched when he touched her, uncertain if the Khal would approve. "I do not think so," she replied, then whisked herself away to seek out @Raezho and @Laqikki. Hopefully, they were not too far away. Tomahawk's feet drummed the ground as she tried to track them down. If she was able to find them, she would ask each of them to come with her back to where Kivi lay.

The small signs of life that Kivi was showing were so faint that the Khal even considered ending her pain and putting her out of fight at once, but he still held on to the hope of seeing her wake up again to give her a big piece of his mind. Kivi had been stipid to repeatedly cross into a pack's territory, the Dotharan were not blind to the fact that it was a common practice among wolves, and violating terrains was a thing they saved for raids when the need arises and carried out in group, not alone and whenever one felt like it.

Tomahawk retreated to carry out the Khal's command, and he stayed back from Kivi, watching with a deep frown in his face as he considered all his posibilities. Lavakho was right about the women, they needed control and he was not complete without a Khaleesi to impose it. Women were too different, not as calculating as males it seemed, and only a woman would be enough to keep them in line.

"I have, but there are not many options." Rakharo said from his short distance. "That is half our available women." the Khal said motioning at Kivi with his head. The other half was Nevakko's daughter, Vitihi, and it had crossed his mind many times courting her. Vitihi was a beautiful woman, and she knew the ways of the Dotharan just like her father did. Maybe the time for it had come.

Stupid Bison, Raezho scowled, ivory eyes glaring at the beasts that lingered and grazed in the plains, the plains that was now his home. He had been guarding the bison, making sure they did not wander out of the territory. Thankfully most of them stuck to the plains, or at least did not wander off from the main herd. Some of the older wolves liked staring at the mighty beasts and lying in the sunlight, Raezho found them to be utter idiots.

This was when Tomahawk, the coyote who had been teaching basic English. Unlike his brother, who had learned english somewhere on his travels, that cocky arrogant dickhead, whenever he had some valuable free time, The golden healer had learnt it with Tomahawk. The common tongue was still foreign on his tongue, and his accent was still thick.

She called to him, urgently saying that Kivi was in trouble and injured once again. The golden yearling cursed under his breath, asking Tomahawk to wait for him for a brief moment while he gathered his supplies. Quickly, he followed the coyote back to the scene and his ivory eyes landed on her form. It was quite serious...quite serious indeed.

His breathing hitched as he studied the injuries Kivi had managed to gain this time. Cuts lathered her body and she appeared to be unconscious. Her neck was ripped open. Immediately he reached inside his supplies, his jaw searching for Horsetail, an effective plant to prevent infection. He turned towards Rakharo and the other wolf he had not met yet. "Her wounds need to be washed, if you don't mind, could you get some water, or if you can't, just lick her wounds," he said in Dotharan before resuming his search.

Rakharo's mind had become a whirlwind of thoughts. He would have to make decisions, big decisions in the next few hours, all of them for the greater good of the Khalas. He would have to be a strong leader, of mind and body, if he wanted his wolves to be safe. He would have to become a monster in this new land, and his Khalas would become the most feared in the region. But that would take time and effort. A lot of both.

Before summoning his pack for a meeting, The Khal instructed his slave to aid the healer in an effort to save the Lajakeesi's life, although he hadn't many hopes. She had bled out almost completely and her body wasn't functioning. Rakharo stood there, looking at the blood and thinking to himself a billion things that would be spoken out to his pack soon.