Moonspear [m] beer bad

set for the evening of june 5th. attn: @Chakliux @Argent

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Sialuk lay on the doe skin in the cool evening, her paws kneading the fur. When she could resist no longer, she came to the entrance of the ulaq and called for her suitors once more. She paced the length of her home as she waited, her skin feeling as though it might leap from her body at any moment.

-wrench-

She crooned for her lovers—beckoning with a need that surpassed the first nights when she had called for him and him alone. 

He had believed jealousy might not tear it’s ugly head, but it was not to be. Sialuk had left Moonspear for a time—and during that time he had kept busy, but eager for her return. 

Her return had been what spurred the man to realize that home was not on the mountain he stood upon, but Sialuk herself.. 

And so when the stars guided him to her—his raindrop—it was with the thick scent of Chakliux and their love making. 

And he felt as if a brick had slammed into him. 

She had mated the mated man and he remained thunderstruck by this idea—having believed children would perhaps have been reserved to the right of whom she chose as husband or wife. 

He inhaled sharply once more—now ducking his muzzle in, intense pale eyes upon the pale dove in question. A quiet question within his gaze.

Pacing the ulaq, she stopped when she heard footsteps outside. Soon after, the silhouette of Argent appeared at the entrance, and Sialuk studied his face. His ice-blue eyes gave her pause. He hesitated, but why?

Kivinik—water on ice under snow, she greeted, but she said no more. Tension hung in the air, and it was unlike the pleasant feeling that had come when Chakliux had arrived. Had jealousy wrapped around her lover's heart after all?

Sialuk, the words a rasping groan, praising and longing mingling together. And hurt. 

It would do no good to shield such an emotion from her, and so he stood taller then, his eyes sweeping past the sloping curves of her body and to the furs on the ulaq floor—furs he had become quite familiar with himself. The vision of the bright-eyed man and her tangled among them with one another. 

You wish to carry his children, then? Argent had spoken before of taking Sialuk as his wife—and he stood by such a desire. 

That crushing realization that perhaps her first litter born would not call him father was one he would need to come to terms with.

His words were not those of desire, but of... another thing. Sialuk felt her spirit drop, as if it had been pulled from her chest. This was meant to be a time of happiness, of closeness for the village and her people. She softened, her ears coming to slick back against her head. Not in shame, but in wishing that she could have known that he would have been hurt before.

I wish to carry children that will make village Moonspear grow. I gave Chakliux healing, and he gives children to this village to repay his debt. Sialuk paused, knowing the seal hunter would soon go to Moontide. But he is husband to Nasamik, father to Raiyuk. Perhaps, if he had planned to stay here in Moonspear, the children would know him as father, but not now. They would know Chakliux as Sialuk knew Meerkat's children.

She deflated before him so quickly it was worse than watching a kid have their favorite balloon pop.

And so he struggled—the urge to go to her and try to kiss away that disappointment, to fall in line and do as his lover was so eager to do—and to remain true to himself in some form. Any form.

His eyes were beseeching to her—Chakliux a husband and father already to his family.

Did she not see this was the point of it all? “Right,” he begins, his voice slow, his words trying to be chosen with a certain care. As such, he ducked lower, moving into the space of her ulaq, muzzle reaching to lure her closer, to pull her in for an affectionate embrace as they held this very real conversation. “He holds the title of father to another—it…”

Stigmata was dead. His own father. He had tried to dissuade himself from true relationships, always wondering if somehow he would fail just as swiftly in the endeavour of raising children. “It is a great title with great meaning.”

She would bear children and be mother… And who would bear the sacred title of father?

Sialuk tilted her head, listening even as he pulled her close. She had not expected resistance from Argent, but she yearned to understand why it was so. Yes, she said. And she sought more words to understand his reservations. Is this the title you wish? Sialuk had thought so, but now she was unsure. She had not known that her laying with Chakliux would upend her arrangement with Argent.

Where he struggled for the words—Sialuk had a way of bringing forward what he attempted to in one succinct sentence, and as he blinked down at her, a waning grin threatened to break his thoughtful features, and instead bent down to preen at the side of her nape.

“Yes,” he answered simply in turn, and waited—his senses heightened by her, but not just for her season which had come—but for simply having her in his arms once more.

Argent would be a father, and Sialuk a mother. She let herself be in the moment, showering her lover with kisses as they melted into one another.

fade/archive here? we need another soon!

Silenced for now—ideally, none of this would have come to pass before he had sought a bride price from his raindrop's respected mother, but life often did not align the way one desired. Instead, he cherished their moments together now—hoping that this was not all he would have of her.

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