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rumpus room - Masquerade - April 25, 2024 She’d truly loved Shadewood and sorely missed it, though Masque consoled herself with the thought that it could be their “hunty-moon” destination in future. In the meantime, there was something deeply comforting in the familiarity of Nova Peak and the surrounding territories, of course including the rise. I’ve always called it Dragon’s Back Ridge but that’s a bit of a mouthful, she commented to @Riley as she fished some debris out of her old dugout. I was thinking we could call it Dragonspine instead. Her long tail flicked as she finished what she was doing then paused to look up at her mate, gaze warm as it rested on his dark and handsome features. Masquerade felt a rush of affection and moved closer to him, butting her head under his chin in their usual exchange. And on the topic of names, I had some ideas for these guys, she said, nosing toward her slight baby bump. What if we gave them all R-names, to match yours? RE: rumpus room - Riley - April 26, 2024 Masque found comfort in the familiarity of their reclaimed past; all Riley felt was an edging sense of claustrophobia. He missed Shadewood and its relative peace — here the foothills were laced with activity of other wolves, and he was reminded constantly of the reasons they’d left. He kept these things to himself. It did no good to espouse negativity, and besides, given both their conditions it was safest for all of the lives in Masque’s belly to be on familiar footing. Pulled from his thoughts by her trademark touch, Riley swept his gaze over Masque. It hurt him to see the thinning of her condition, and the swelling of her belly — both stark reminders of the influence he had on her body, for poor and for good. He couldn’t sustain them both in the Shadewood, and it came with a sense of bitterness. Dragonspine. A new, fierce name for their hopefully new, fierce beginnings. They would carve a life for themselves here in the tall foothills, eek an existence out along the bony ridges of an ancient geological formation. Dragonspine. I like it. He announced, brushing his muzzle to her temple. But what about you, why not name them for you? After all, you carry them. RE: rumpus room - Masquerade - April 26, 2024 He said he liked the name. Masquerade smiled, the twitch of her tail seeming to convey, Well, that’s that. But then she gave Riley’s face a considering look. Her mate always had her back, she knew, but she wanted to remind him that he didn’t always have to agree with her. You’re sure? About Dragonspine? I don’t just mean the name but the location too. It’s close to the rise, which she liked but Riley had the power to veto. We could scout for a different territory a little further away, she posited, trying to keep any hesitation or reluctance out of her tone. I don’t want to steamroll you, she murmured as she pressed her muzzle against his. Then there was the pups’ names, which she would address in a moment. For now, she slipped back a few inches to catch Riley’s eye, trying to read his expression as she gave him the floor. RE: rumpus room - Riley - April 29, 2024 Riley was not very imaginative. As a result he was happy to take the back seat; there were worlds in Masque that Riley could not even begin to conceive, were it not for the fact she allowed him the chance to see them. Dragonspine sounded powerful. While he missed the Shadewood, it was too far from their network; if the worst happened, they were too isolated for help. As she buffeted him gently with a muzzle Riley returned the gesture. It’s close to the Rise, he agreed: but that just means playmates for the puppies when they’re old enough. Beats playing with sticks back in the Shadewood. You’re not steamrolling me. You don’t want me making decisions for the both of us anyway. RE: rumpus room - Masquerade - April 29, 2024 Her lips pressed together at his response, her mind flitting back over the past few weeks spent in Shadewood. Just about a month ago, she’d said, “None of this has been easy but I know it’s worth it. I regret nothing.” And yet, here they were, back where they had begun. She was glad Riley had supported her decision to return as he often—maybe even always—seconded her, though it did make her wonder. I know I’ve been all over the place these past few weeks, she said, then paused to think that over before amending, These past few months, honestly. Maybe even my whole life. Masquerade paused again. You’ve been my rock, though, and I can’t tell you how much you mean to me. How much it means to have someone so unshakably in my corner. You know I’m in yours too, right? She gave him a long look, followed by a kiss right to the tip of his nose. One day, perhaps, they wouldn’t see eye to eye on something. But if today was not that day, then she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I like R-names because of the alliteration, she said after a moment, revisiting the original, lighter topic. Riley Redtail sounds so much smoother than Masquerade Redtail. Her lips pursed again as she made a thoughtful hmmm noise before quipping, Maybe I should shorten it to Rade Redtail. Then we could all match! RE: rumpus room - Riley - May 01, 2024 Riley hadn’t been prepared for the heartwrenchingly sincere thing Masque said next. A genuine smile briefly lit his dark features as he reached for her back, chasing her affectionate kiss with another. You’re my rock too. And I don’t think you’ve been all over the place. This is hard. We find what works for us and leave the rest. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be growing. That was his two cents, anyway. He took a moment to think about her quip; again was that vivid imagination, that glimpse into the scintillating world of Masque’s mind. It would have never occurred to Riley to continue a theme — or to even observe there was a theme with the letter R. He was simply not equipped that way to notice. That’s — He laughed, though it was light and short — something I’ve never considered. So… Riley, Rade — ooh, you could be Raider on account of your mask.. He paused. I don’t know a lot of creative R letter names. RE: rumpus room - Masquerade - May 01, 2024 Raider! she exclaimed in amusement, unable to resist the urge to try out, Riley and Raider Redtail. Oh, I like that. She ducked her head and laughed. I always thought Masque was a little too on the nose anyway, and wrinkled hers with a snort. Her eyes twinkled as she considered another word he’d said: “creative.” Masque Raider knew she could come up with many, though now she had another theme along with alliteration. Well, if you’re riling and I’m raiding, our kids have to be similarly deviant, she quipped. Which is funny, because one of the names I kind of like is Rumpus. That totally fits! Her eyes danced, entertained and excited in equal measure. She raised a paw to playfully push against Riley’s shoulder, immensely curious what he thought. That one in particular was sort of silly, though others already popped into her head, crowding one another. Ruckus, sounded a bit like Rumpus. Ruffian. Racket. Oooh, Rampage… RE: rumpus room - Riley - May 07, 2024 Too on the nose, Masque said. Riley grinned, gently fencing her raised paw with a push of his own. Raider.. that’s a good one. He knew a thing or two she could raise, wink-wonk. He liked how easily each word rolled out after one another — much like the ocean’s waves as they headed to shore. Ruckus and Racket… He repeated the name quietly. If that doesn’t fit our whole life I don’t know what does. Rampage — that can be the sassy one; takes after you, you know. How many are we having, have you decided? He joked gently, giving her another cheeky push with his paw. RE: rumpus room - Masquerade - May 07, 2024 His playful query prompted a thoughtful, even slightly wistful expression. Masquerade took a seat, leaning back on her haunches so she could dangle a foreleg across the slight swell of her midsection. She looked down at it, as if considering the exact dimensions of her baby bump before answering. Mother had three or four at a time, she posited, and New Snow tended to have two. Was that because of their respective ranks, Masque wondered, or was it truly the other way around? I know we don’t really get a say but I feel like two might be the perfect number, maybe three. She drummed her toes on her own skin, then relaxed forward, her forelegs taking her weight properly. She gazed at Riley, their golden eyes locking for several beats. Whether they had one or a dozen, they would be their own little family… and the founders of Dragonspine. Rowdy! she blurted suddenly, then snorted and asked with a wolfish grin, Do you really think I’m sassy? Me? RE: rumpus room - Riley - May 15, 2024 Masquerade’s gaze traveled to her midsection, and Riley couldn’t help but allow his gaze to remain there too. There was something riveting about that rise of flesh around her belly — with a source of pride he reminded himself of how he’d had his hand in contributing to it. But then he recalled the less glamorous aspects of pregnancy, like how sick it made her - and he felt a stab of guilt, too. Masquerade mentioned her mother and Riley realized that they had that in common. He was one of three too. She drummed her toes absently along her belly, blurting a name that made Riley grin. I like it. It suits all of us. And yes — you are sassy. Strong, determined, beautiful… and sassy. He remembered their sparks fondly. I think two or three would be perfect too. But if there’s three, we’re out numbered… Maybe we better hope for two. RE: rumpus room - Masquerade - May 15, 2024 She hadn’t actually considered the point Riley now raised. Since time immemorial, she-wolves had borne litters that just as often as not outnumbered them. Masquerade could probably do it, especially with Riley by her side. But did she want to? We could always just… eat any extras, she quipped, pausing before snorting out one last name suggestion: Roast Beef. RE: rumpus room - Riley - May 21, 2024 I don’t like that one, Riley quipped back, a gentle nip aimed towards Masque’s dark tipped ears. He knew she was joking, but something about his earlier memories of his homicidal aunt caused unrest in him. He pushed it aside, trying to smile. What is it like, growing life inside of you? His gaze roved over her stomach in subdued awe. He’d always held Masquerade to a pedestal, but now that she carried the lives of his — their — children in her belly, she was elevated to some higher idol. RE: rumpus room - Masquerade - May 21, 2024 Honestly? she said, pausing for a ponderous moment. It doesn’t feel like much of anything, aside from the swelling. And I don’t just mean this, Masque said, gesturing at her curvy middle, but I feel like I’m swelling everywhere lately. Have you seen these? She slid her forelegs out in front of her, red muzzle pointed at her ankles. She supposed they didn’t look much different, though every single part of her body seemed just a little heavier and/or thicker than before. Even her nipples had gained weight. I have cankles! she announced with a little puff of laughter. Moving into a more comfortable position, Masquerade hummed under her breath and elaborated a little more, I’m definitely hungrier. And moodier, as you’re well aware… She cackled under her breath, before yawning abruptly. And I get tired way too easily. RE: rumpus room - Riley - June 03, 2024 Riley couldn’t begin to imagine how violating growing life was. Selfishly, he was grateful to be born male. He tried to see where the alleged swelling was on Masque’s legs — but all he saw was steely and corded tendon, the elegant angles of a still-attractive limb. His gaze roved her edges appreciatively — even gravid, he found her captivating. I don’t see cankles. Riley grinned, reaching for her hock with an air-nip. or a moodier lady. But, you are eating and sleeping for — how many is it now? Two? Six? Fifteen million? We’ll have our work cut out for us. RE: rumpus room - Masquerade - June 03, 2024 Two, she insisted wondering if she could manifest the number of offspring born to them. In the next breath, she quipped, Riley II and Riley III… The mention of sleep reminded her that she would soon be sleep-deprived. Masque supposed she ought to get as much rest in before such things were made impossible. She didn’t feel very tired at the moment and there was much to do to formalize their fresh claim… I feel like we should go patrol for a while. Maybe we could divide and conquer to finish twice as fast, then meet back here for a long, indulgent nap in our new digs. What do you say, Riley I? With a twitch of her long tail, she stepped further out of the dugout to survey their surroundings. And they really were theirs, Masquerade thought with a small grin, savoring the sights of the peak before her expectant gaze found her mate’s face again. RE: rumpus room - Riley - June 07, 2024 Two. Riley grinned, steadfast in his hope they would not be outnumbered. Two would be a perfect number. He’d even accept three — but then, what happened if their unruly children turned against them? Suggesting a patrol with a twitch of her serpentine tail, Masque stepped out of the dugout. For a moment she was perfectly haloed by the soft gleam of spring light; Riley held that image in his mind in quiet worship. Sure. The patrol sounded nice, but the nap sounded luxurious. He knew she was plenty capable of patrolling herself, but as the days sped closer to her due date, a patrol would become a rare luxury. See you back here in… He measured the sun: twoish hours. First one back gets to nap the longest. Riley quipped, giving Masque a gentle peck before he sped off for his patrol route.