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Where history and future meet - Safiya - April 21, 2025
Safiya found herself walking with large steps towards where she had once lived. And she stared with stomach rolling down at the ruins of what once was beautiful and yet she thought grimely. She supposed she could be the embodiment of what was ruined. Her face showing the physical rumination on skin and fur.
She watched as the sun began to set over what once was. She stood still. The scent of others who had looted and lurked on the wind. But this was not for her to protect anymore. So take what they will.
RE: Where history and future meet - Vermouth - April 24, 2025
He stares dully at the rattlesnake curled on a nearby rock, his tongue lolling from his mouth in a pant. He’d enjoyed the lowlands these past few weeks, but now the temperatures are on the rise and it no longer suits him. He craves a cooler climate, so he points his svart toes north and begins plodding.
The scent of water threads into his nose and he aims for it, his gait unhurried lest he overheat as the sun’s rays beat against his back. He pauses when he sees another snake, some nonvenomous species this time. Vermouth barely catches a glimpse before it whips beneath some stones. He smacks his dry lips and keeps moving.
He sees a figure ahead and halts again, studying it—her—from a distance. She’s petite, yet he can see the lean muscles even from afar. Her red fur reminds him of the clay he’s seen all around this southerly region. His head rears back a little when he notices she has only a single eye, the same bright green as the grass he misses so much.
“Hello,” he offers as he sidles toward her, his pale eyes glancing past her to the sunken waterholes. Curious. “I’m Viper,” he says, gaze cutting back to the lissome she-wolf.
He ignores the pinch in his belly when her bolts of reddest fur remind him of a certain someone’s face.
RE: Where history and future meet - Odessia - April 24, 2025
Sunset was coming for the land, and Odessia was looking forward to it. The moon would only be a sliver in the sky tonight, which meant it would be darker than usual. She enjoyed nights like that, where fewer could see her. Her paws ate up the ground beneath her, seeking water before nightfall, before she tucked herself in for the night.
When she caught the faint smell of water on the air, she followed it as naturally as she always had, unsurprised to find two others (one who introduced himself as Viper just as she was arriving) gathered at the slippery, muddy banks of the hole. She was not sure going down there was such a great idea now, and she balked at the steep slopes, her ears turning backward in both annoyance and slight fear at falling down into the watery pit.
Her water venture was a bust, and she turned her attention toward the other two after her brief glance at the water. The female was red with only one green eye, and she looked like she was staring at a graveyard. She also smelled of others, likely part of some nearby pack.
The other, Viper, appeared to be relatively healthy. He was a bit on the thin side, and he did not appear to have any obvious signs of disease or missing eyes. He was also making moves on the red wolf, and Odessia found herself immediately jealous. It would not behoove him to choose a mate with one eye.
"My name is Odessia," she interjected, placing herself between the two.
RE: Where history and future meet - Safiya - April 27, 2025
Safiya's sister Tiye was often jealous. So I thought she would easily be able to recognize that emotion. But I can change it. If you'd rather she didn't.
Another came upon her and Safiya felt the guard hairs along her spine stiffen. And she shifted to turn green eyed gaze to him. Her singular eye taking him in. He was a wolf the fellahin would have gone crazy for. Long and rangy with dark fur. There were not many dark wolves or coyotes among them that she could recall. And perhaps she was wrong, but she felt he would have been a delicacy for some of the bolder ones.
Before she could answer the man, whose name was that of a snake. And not even a good snake. One of venom and silence. One that followed along and killed quietly. What this man must be to have such a name. An opposite of him in every way came strutting along.
Her pert nose lifted against the grain. As if she had a foul smell beneath it, when she looked on what had once been Safiya's home. A dark grotesque anger twisted Safuya's insides and squeezed. Made darker and deeper by the look the woman shot her way. She recognized that look. Desperation and Jealousy. Her sister had often worn such a gaze. But where she had loved her sister and could forgive it in her. In this wolf she could not.
She stared at the woman with reproach. Her father's tongue jumping unbidden to her words.
limadha taleab dawr min alsaeb alhusul ealayhi, 'iidha kan min alsaeb bialfiel alhusul ealayka?
A small smile, snake toothed and cruel.
Desperation comes off you in waves little white wolf. Word to the wise, jealousy is not a good look.
She dipped her head to the male as he had introduced himself. Hoping her words knock the she wolf down a peg.
I am safiya.
RE: Where history and future meet - Soto - April 27, 2025
soto is watching! feel free to skip
these days his summer pearl goes where she wants. somedays, he tempers the urge to follow. he is not her father. he must not smother.
today is not that day.
he finds her trail leading to the cenote; if she intends to pay vigil to memories still holding her, soto would not interfere.
but as he climbs out the rim he scents other wolves and concern for muat riya’s daughter grows. this was her home. she must not be hurt here.
passing a curled snake whose scales glittered by the evening sun, soto found the three of them by virtue of safiya’s harsh voice. his gaze fell to the black pelted man immediately, wondering what he must do to cut him down if it came to it.
but it’s the woman holding safiya’s attention; she’s pale as eider down, possessing cutting eyes, and an underbite soto has never seen before.
he does not break cover. remembering safiya’s lesson with the mountain cat, he observes — giving her the ground to do as she wished.
if it came to violence, soto knows whose throat he reaches for first.
RE: Where history and future meet - Vermouth - April 27, 2025
A voice cuts in from the side before the red she-wolf responds. His eyes shift, widening slightly as they behold the speaker. His whole body goes still, like so much cut black marble, as he stares. He neither blinks nor shifts his gaze as the other woman finally replies, first in a foreign language and then in cutting common.
“Odessia,” he breathes, making no effort to acknowledge the other woman now. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You have no idea how long.”
His words will probably confuse her and give their neglected cohort the wrong impression entirely. Vermouth doesn’t care. He takes a step toward the kvit female, briefly wondering if she’s just a desert mirage. But as his snout presses to her jutting chin, she feels real, solid. Vermouth croons a note of utter deference to her flawless white beauty, his entire body flowing into a bow before her.
“Please,” he murmurs, still mindless of their audience. A memory of Ayovi flits through his head, heart suddenly pounding with desperate anxiety. “Please tell me you don’t already have a husband.”
RE: Where history and future meet - Odessia - April 27, 2025
The red woman uttered some gobbledygook, and Odessia narrowed her eyes. The audacity to come out and insult her right out in the open! Ugly words from an even uglier wolf! Not even her smile could make her face any prettier, and Odessia felt her blood reaching a boil. She did not even bother to listen to the red wolf's introduction. In fact, she had opened her mouth to give the one-eyed wolf a piece of her own mind when the dark male, Viper, interjected.
Odessia looked at him with brief bewilderment, then flashed a wicked grin back at the red wolf as Viper took a step toward her. She did not pull away when he moved to touch her, to bow before her, nor did she shrink when he asked if she had a husband. Although, she could not help but correct him on his strange word.
"I have no mate, if that is what you mean," she said.
She sensed the indescribable feeling of being watched, though she was now so entertained by Viper, she could not bother to care. In fact, Odessia had all but forgotten about the red wolf, too. Her blood cooled to a strong simmer now, blue eyes locked on the curious creature named Viper.
RE: Where history and future meet - Safiya - April 27, 2025
Safiya smirked at the two. They deserved each other. Him a fool and her the gutter he could lie in. A titl of red head, a twitch of an ear. Green eye burned into the white wolf. Any who thought them above to Fiya were lower than even the fleas to bite.
A snort and she trotted away
Catching the scent of Soto as she did. She didn't know where he was, but knowing he was close eased the tight coil of distaste.
RE: Where history and future meet - Vermouth - April 27, 2025
“That is what I mean,” he says on another exhale.
He remains prostrated before her, marveling at this turn in his fortune. But just because she’s not promised to another doesn’t mean she’ll want anything to do with him. They’ve only just met. There’s so much ground to cover.
Pushing back to his full height—but making a point to keep his head and tail lowered—Vermouth looks at her face. There’s only admiration on his as he studies her ivory features, offset by striking blue eyes. He averts his gaze quickly, his heart thumping roundly in his chest.
“I’m Viper,” he tells her, unaware that she’d already heard.
But he abruptly remembers the red woman and turns to look at her, only to find her gone. He blinks once, then faces Odessia once more.
“You’re stunning,” says Vermouth. He wants to ask her if he can court her, though first things first: “Tell me about yourself, Odessia.”
RE: Where history and future meet - Odessia - April 27, 2025
The feeling of being watched did not retreat, but at least the one-eyed wolf had. Perhaps—if Odessia had some kind of connection with her prior—she would have felt some kind of way about her leaving without saying goodbye. Instead, she sized up Viper again, watching as he straightened himself. There was something subservient about his mannerisms toward her, and she could not say that she hated it. Being treated as a superior being was always what Odessia had felt she deserved, and Viper was practically serving it up on a silver platter.
Her skin warmed beneath her fur when he called her "stunning," and Odessia puffed her chest out just a little bit more. He asked her to tell him about herself, and she wondered what sort of "about her" he wished to know. Talking about herself was something she could do quite easily when given the opportunity.
"Well, you already know my name. I come from a small pack about two moon cycles' travel from here. I left home when spring came around because I was bored of my family, bless their simple hearts. I felt I was born for bigger things than helping my younger siblings grow up, so I started walking north and made my way here, where I have been for, oh, about one moon cycle."
"I am guessing you do not have a mate, or...?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she settled into a sit.
RE: Where history and future meet - Vermouth - April 28, 2025
She accepts his compliment, then indulges his request. His heart skips a beat. He hangs on every word that comes out of her mouth. Speaking of which, Vermouth’s eyes hover on it, watching as her lower canines occasionally snag on her upper lip. He finds it endearing.
“I have no mate,” he agrees in that same breathy voice, “but all I want is to find a kvit woman like yourself and treat her like a queen. I want to romance her, spoil her, wed her,” he continues, then remembers to amend, “Become her mate for life. And then give her children.”
Did any of that sound good to Odessia? He wants to ask, though he’s already being extremely forward. He should leave some things unsaid. But his pale eyes ask the question anyway, roaming up to her gorgeous blue ones for a moment and holding her gaze. There’s no challenge in it whatsoever, merely worship.
RE: Where history and future meet - Odessia - April 28, 2025
Viper confirmed her suspicion, tossing out a word she did not know. He also made it sound as though he wanted to worship somebody her, which did not sound like a bad deal at all to her. What could possibly go wrong with that kind of arrangement?! She did not, of course, think for a moment that he would want anything in return. Or that he would ever stop worshipping her. No, she was much too trusting and self-involved for those sorts of thoughts.
"What is that word you used—kvit?" she asked.
Odessia was ready to leave him high and dry if it was some horrible trait or veiled insult, but she doubt that considering his seemingly unending fascination with her. She also was not quite sure about the children part of his plan, but that was something she was willing to compromise on if he really was truly into her as much as he claimed to be. Odessia would just have to see how genuine he was about that.
RE: Where history and future meet - Vermouth - April 28, 2025
Her question makes his lips twitch into a self-deprecating smile. He laughs quietly through his nose.
“Sorry, I didn’t even realize I said it,” says Vermouth. “It just means ‘white.’ I come from a place where flawless white fur like your own is highly prized,” he explains. It’s an understatement. “Kvit wolves are superior in every way.” He pauses, as if not quite sure he wants to elaborate on the flip side of the coin. “Meanwhile, I am svart. I’m sure you can guess what that means.”
Though they hadn’t gone as far as to disown him, his family had made sure to remind him of his inferiority at every turn. Those days of being treated—and behaving—like an Omega are far behind him now. Yet he can’t entirely escape the conditioning of his formative years.
“I’m not worthy of someone favored as you are,” he continues after a moment, “but it would mean a great deal if you would let me be in your service. As an acquaintance, for now, but hopefully as a friend soon enough. And then, perhaps more, if I am so lucky.”
RE: Where history and future meet - Odessia - April 28, 2025
Viper explained the word along with the strange social aspect where he had come from. Odessia thought it sounded lovely. She did consider herself superior in many ways to all those she met, and she was realizing that Viper might actually have the right idea about her. Whether or not he was worthy... well, only time and getting to know him a bit better could tell that. That was what she intended to do, especially since he seemed so willing.
"I would like that," she said. Her tail wagged a little, and she gestured for him to follow. She was not quite sure where their travels would lead them, but she figured it could not be too bad to have somebody waiting on her paw and... paw.