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muradoii II - Sivaak - April 01, 2025
backdated to before the conflict / pups were born!
snow packed at her flanks. the shelter stank of root, blood, old bone. just how she preferred it; a foul pregnancy craving.
sivaak stirs now. her belly taut, swollen. sides twitching; she snarls softly under her breath—her skin burns. it is too warm.
black hawk.she growls.
she noses past dried herbs, tail sweeping, crouching to slip from the mouth of the snow den. fresh air slapping her face, which she drinks eagerly and grunts. the effort to move has become tremendous.
come now.voice sharp.
or the sea take you already?
a demanding, hungry wife. she waits, heavy belly brushing frost, red eyes narrowed to slits.
RE: muradoii II - Black Hawk - April 01, 2025
the stench was something hawk quickly had become accustomed to. it licked at her nose, filling each breath; it was a price she was willing to pay for the muradoii woman. each day she'd witnessed the woman's sides grow, and each day a maternal instinct stirred inside her. they were not her cubs by blood, but she claimed them nonetheless. just as her wife had claimed her. it was not met with protest. the woman was...brutal, but there was a grim beauty to it.
beguiling, even if hawk was met with fang and blood. and so when her woman beckoned, she came. slipping outside the den to join her. brushing against that swollen side of hers, uncaring if she was met with a sneer or snap of jaws. it was a risk she was willing to take. "sea will never take me." she answers gruffly. a chuff of affection, she does not let the woman go two steps before she's scenting her. reaffirming the claim. her woman.
"you are hungry?" hawk's voice is still rough with sleep. but she is ready; always ready. a hungry wife meant hungrier pups. and she was nothing if not dutiful enough to provide. "tell me what you want to eat." whatever it may be, she would slay it. for her mate and for the pups that stir within sivaak's womb
beguiling, even if hawk was met with fang and blood. and so when her woman beckoned, she came. slipping outside the den to join her. brushing against that swollen side of hers, uncaring if she was met with a sneer or snap of jaws. it was a risk she was willing to take. "sea will never take me." she answers gruffly. a chuff of affection, she does not let the woman go two steps before she's scenting her. reaffirming the claim. her woman.
"you are hungry?" hawk's voice is still rough with sleep. but she is ready; always ready. a hungry wife meant hungrier pups. and she was nothing if not dutiful enough to provide. "tell me what you want to eat." whatever it may be, she would slay it. for her mate and for the pups that stir within sivaak's womb
RE: muradoii II - Sivaak - April 02, 2025
sivaak grunts low. she does not jerk away when black hawk brushes her; the swollen side of her belly quivers beneath the touch. her teeth bare, but not in warning. it is only the habit of a war-torn hunter.
hawk stink of moss,she mutters, not truly insult. her breath curls in the cold as red eyes flick toward hawk. acceptance lives there, buried beneath war and frost.
meat.she says at last.
not rabbit. not rat. not dry bird.her tongue swipes the corner of her mouth, voice roughening.
find sivaak marrow. fat.a pause follows.
sivaak feed pups now.
she leans, only barely, into the warmth of black hawk’s shoulder.
sivaak come with. watch you hunt.red eyes glinting with not quite affection, but something more primal.
RE: muradoii II - Black Hawk - April 09, 2025
"hmm. we will fix this." Hawk's smirk is roguish but fleeting. she still carries the scent of her queen and the den she whelps in; the various herbs and mosses that line Morwenna's shrine. it would not do. Hawk was to become muradoii, and with that she'd have to leave lanzadoii behind, and that woefully included her queen. their bond could not become the selfish, primal thing the woman yearns for. and so, she'd find it with Sivaak. a gruesome woman who had staked her claim and would not release.
the orders given, they are on the move. blazing through the snow, Hawk's nose teases the ground. jaws parted to huff inside scent, both stale and fresh. her wife would not be satisfied with anything less than a caribou's calf. and even that, she fears, would not be enough. Hawk will rise to the challenge and she will prove her worth in those eyes of murder. there is a thrill that drives her; not just for the hunt, but the desire to please her woman. to become new in the ways of muradoii.
an ox herd is near, their scents musky and thick. their prints heavy within the snow. they would be fat and plump; their meat and marrow would feed her wife and the muradoii pups that stir within her. she sets the lead with a flag of her tail.
the orders given, they are on the move. blazing through the snow, Hawk's nose teases the ground. jaws parted to huff inside scent, both stale and fresh. her wife would not be satisfied with anything less than a caribou's calf. and even that, she fears, would not be enough. Hawk will rise to the challenge and she will prove her worth in those eyes of murder. there is a thrill that drives her; not just for the hunt, but the desire to please her woman. to become new in the ways of muradoii.
an ox herd is near, their scents musky and thick. their prints heavy within the snow. they would be fat and plump; their meat and marrow would feed her wife and the muradoii pups that stir within her. she sets the lead with a flag of her tail.