Dragoncrest Cliffs skipping like a stone

all welcome, attn: @Sobeille

The salty smell of the air draws him north along the coastline. He passes by a gentle sound, then continues further northeast toward vertigo-inducing cliff faces. There are clear signs of a pack here, but all the strongest marks belong to women. It is a curious thing, and he looks both ways before skulking across the invisible-to-the-eye boundary on tall, white legs.
He knows this move is bold, but something about it sends a delicious chill down his spine.

tags are for reference <3

at tokota's junction sobeille traveled the sea's swash-line, following the contours of the coast all the way north. a trying and time-consuming task, wading the shallows of the tide -- but it was necessary to do so, knowing two saatsine beserkers hunted the wilds for her scent.

returning to sapphique the evening before, sobeille immediately searched for @Yura, @Shadess, and @Astera. @Lafayette she did not call for, knowing he'd likely made his journey to the creek by now. each of them were told of her harrowing escape; she described the features of their enemies and advised they all remain vigilant.

were they connected, these saatsine wolves and marauders?

that morning sobeille felt herself drawn to revisit the sound. sivaak knew of this place, and she worried she would one day find the caribou-killer at her door.

instead of a pale leviathan, she found someone else darkening their doorsteps; a darkfurred male with feet adorned in peculiar white stockings. sobeille's expression darkened with rage.  pirate or saatsine did not matter - he was intruding, and moreover, male -- thus forfeiting his life to sapphique's mercy.

and sobeille did not feel very merciful today.

a blur of scarlet, sobeille fell upon him in hellcat furor.

Even if he wants to, Bruno has no time to react. In a flash, a small woman is upon him, her teeth sinking into his skin. His first instinct is to wrench free, and as he does so, the smell of blood fills his nostrils. Pain receptors fire off at full force, and yet the prickling sensation does not compel him to run away. In the fraction of the second after she attacks him, his eyes lock on hers, and he sees the powerful creature that she is.
She is nothing like the sweet girl he met near the lake. She is nothing like the ones who caused him suspicion in the desert. No, she is something else entirely.
He licks his wound, but Bruno still does not flee. There is something too enjoyable about the pain that keeps him rooted to the ground.

in most wolves, there exists a built in system to avoid the wholesale slaughter of conspecifics.

in sobeille, such protocol had always been absent.

call it a critical failure, if you will. call it a malformed egg. call it something else - but always, call it what it is.

as he wrenched away sobeille let him -- if only to measure the full worth of his retaliation, and prepare for second blows. instead, he matched her gaze and drew a tongue across his lips; ceasefire? appeasement? sobeille does not care.

he is encroaching and the price of his stupidity is his pelt, laid alongside boneflower.

again, she drives towards him -- face contorted in a silent snarl that ends in snapping teeth.

There is something not right about the pain. He had felt such sensations before, yes, but this time there was the conflicting sense of pleasure. He does not know where it comes from, nor what to do about it, but there is little time to react before she is on him again. Her teeth snap at him again, leaving a second gash to complement the first, though this one is more shallow. Again, his stomach clenches and a ripple of pleasure coincides with the pain.
Bruno goes limp, becoming a willing punching bag.

he fell limp under her teeth. it was not mercy but disgust that stopped sobeille's assailing. was he enjoying this?

pinning him to the ground between two hard front limbs, sobeille's muzzle grazed inches from his face. her breath billowed over him in bullish snorts, sharp gaze watching the ripple of pleasure coincide with the expression of pain.

she inched right paw up his throat, body firmly pressing him to the ground. this she had never seen before, and sobeille had been progenitor of much pain in her two-year life.

a crippling snarl sounded from her throat as her teeth snapped for his face. who you be?

Another man. Another tresspasser. How they kept coming and coming! How they kept wanting for their women, their loins! 

Shadess though so very young, ever transgression against her and her family kept fueling the fire. 

Sobeille is upon him first as Shadess gallops into their direction from afar. By then, Sobeille is attacking, the other is submitting quickly instead of returning the favor. 

Shadess comes skidding to a halt, all bristled up with an aggressive dominance. No more men! No want. Leave, leave!

posting order: bruno, sobeille, shadess.

He sees the look in her eye. Shame floods him even as she draws close and he feels her breath on his face, her paw on his throat. She asks a simple question, and before he can answer, another red wolf charges him with fury, demanding his departure.
"Bruno," he croaks out, his voice altered by the paw against his vocal cords. His eyes whip wildly between the two attackers, confusion and fear replacing the pain and pleasure that had made up his expression only moments before.

a new emotion eclipsed his dark face. shame.

sobeille wished to press upon this discovery; to manipulate it and see how far it could be wrung before flesh broke from bone and life’s gleaming left his pain-drenched gaze. instead, he was saved certain torture by the streaming comet of shadess fast approaching.

some other time she might be able to explore the complicated emotions witnessed in bruno’s face — but today he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

sobeille straightened her spine, a proud gleam in her savage golden eyes. she bodily pushed his cowering figure and turned to shadess, something thrilling scintillating in her blood.

this was how shadess would prove herself to sapphique.

this is how legacies became ironclad in flesh.

sobeille angled the long slant of her muzzle towards shadess, chin set. within her sparkling gaze pooled a hungering malice.

kill him.

"Shadess, you be de keeper of de pink pearl. your spirit be kin', your love generous. your heart be pure. de size say you are loyal to who you be among us. use t'ese t'ings to help t'ose around you. but you willnae let anyone mistake a gentle spirit for a weak spine."

These were the words spoken by her mother, when during the pearl ceremony, Shadess had opened a clam to reveal a tiny, pale pink pearl. 

Pure of heart, kind, gentle spirit... Could it be possible that she had been gifted the wrong pearl? Could it be possible the lwa were wrong? 

When her sister commanded and Shadess lunged, there was little kindness in her heart as she sought the face and neck of the man curled on the ground before their feet.

feel free to rough him up and leave him for dead! just don't want him actually kill't.

For a moment in time, there was only schrödinger's Bruno. He exists in a state of both alive and dead as the other woman makes her choice, instructed by the first. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, his tongue lashing out to lick his lips in anxious terror. When she finally makes her choice, something clicks in Bruno, and he cries out.
"Wait! I can be of use!" he pleads, knowing there is a very real chance the words may fall on deaf ears. But he is not ready to die. Not today.

some assumptions! lmk if not ok <3

perhaps too much of sivaak has rubbed off on sobeille; she remained entirely unmoved as the man begged.

something nascent curled within her, asp-like and winding as it watched shadess’ brutality grow.

is dat so? sobeille eased alongside her savage sister, extending a single paw to quell her.

i ‘ave an idea, she communicated by glance to the topaz, scintillating delight rippling through her body as she turned back to the man.

den come. we make use of you. she pushed roughly at his shoulder, motioning for shadess to flank him. together, sobeille guided them to the windshorn cliffs.

just beyond the patch of dirt where pepper had been deposited days before, sobeille shuddered as she felt the presence of so much death here.

a seemingly magnanimous glint twinkled in her eye as she bodily moved him to stand among the fresh tilled dirt of the deceased.

sobeille looked him up and down as if considering his worth. he was tall and rangy. dark like val. this memory withered some of the gregariousness she felt, replaced now by sivaak’s iron-clad depravity.

but in truth, sobeille had always been a monster. the muradoii only showed her where to direct her inner-strength.

pouse l. sobeille commanded in the ancestral tongue of sapphique as the wind roared around them. his blood would not whet her appetite, but it would serve as tribute to the gnashing sea below.

sobeille’s gaze gleamed with insatiable excitement as she tensed — proud and breath baited — for her sister to join her among the ranks of man-killer.