Redsand Canyon I prefer the pain, you tellin’ me

Setting: Afternoon — 13:45
Weather: 67F — Clear skies, sunny.
Location: The small stream/river that leads to Warriors Heart from Dead Dragon Lake.
Tags: @Leigh

Donovan is awaiting a war. So he must be trained. He must train those around him. His pack, no matter how small it is at the moment, it’s still his pack. One of the few that comes to mind is that beautiful she wolf he’s been hanging around lately — Leigh. He definitely doesn’t mind being around her. Al in one moment, he decides it is her he wants to spend a few hours with perhaps. Teach her tactics and such. Help her to survive is this evil world he lives in.

Wasting no more time he tilts his head back, letting loose a howl that calls for her. He’s almost excited to see her.

The woman nearly jumps at the sound of a howl echoing through the land. Despite knowing who the voice belonged to, it was startling nontheless. Though, perhaps she should have expected it. She had been seeing Donovan rather often lately after all.

However, with much weighing on her mind, Leigh wasn't the most coordinated wolf today. Taking a few steps in one direction, she promptly spun around a few times before trotting towards the correct destination. The she-wolf only hoped that whatever Donovan wanted wouldn't be a long spar. Some quick training would be tolerable, but at least for today, she simply wasn't in the mood to fight. If anything, she wanted more time to speak with her alpha. Perhaps they could do so later.

Leigh had agreed with herself not to get too involved in whatever conflict the Saints had with Ursus. She wasn't yet ready to unlock the pandora's box burried deep in her mind. At least not any time soon. Donovan had called himself a monster, and although the woman may have not done as many monsterous things as he, she had the potential to do much worse if the right buttons were pushed.

Reaching the meeting place and eyes settling on the sight of the large shadow, a faint smile lifted Leigh's lips. The she-wolf approached her friend, closing the distance between them, and as she neared her smile only grew. How could a wolf like this, one who could bring joy to her face so easily, possibly be a monster?

Kynareth’s own smile blossoms as his eyes land on the approaching woman. Golden hues dancing along her face as she closes in on him. A long, teasing hum tumbles from his close lipped smirk. “How nice to see you this afternoon, dear.” He comments pleasantly, sweeping in closer to her he softly bumps his massive head onto her own, if allowed.

Then he pulls back and becomes only a tad bit more serious. “I was thinking about training with you today if you’d allow it.” He asks with a quirk of a white brow and a charming smile.

As Leigh trotted towards the wolf and acknowledged his sweet greeting with a smile, her ears lifted as she listened to Donovan's request. Although she wasn't necessarily in the mood to spar, the woman decided to give in as she knew she needed the training. Besides, her friend had asked so kindly, it was the least she could do.

"That would be nice. I think it'd be good for me to start training, anyways." Adding a nod to solidify her answer, her bright eyes kept a steady watch over Donovan. The last time they had a spar together he had caught her off guard and the she-wolf ended up with what at least felt like a broken shoulder the day after. This time Leigh would be ready.

Roll here!

His smile is bright and winning as she accepts his request to spar. A genuine smile from the man truly is a bit rare, but it is possible. “I keep telling you that I’m always here to help you train.” He sings in an almost I told you so voice. Just a second later he’s bumping her on the shoulder with his massive head jokingly to signify that it was just that, a joke.

“No more joking, darling. Let’s scrap.” He hums with a slightly more suspicious smile. 

Only giving her a few more seconds to respond, he’s sweeping under her and snatching up her hind paw on the opposite side of him. Literally sweeping her off her feet, sadly not even in a romantic way. Though he does it fast, he doesn’t do it as rough as one might think. What makes it worse is that after he does it, he parades about and stares down at her and offers a fleeting lick to her muzzle before he’s prancing off again. He’s obviously, being his usual flirty self.

Apart of Leigh assumed the wolf's comment was a mere joke, though his confirmation was reassuring. The she-wolf wouldn't have been bothered regardless, but she did tend to take things literally. She found the small gesture to be nice, and silently thanked Donovan.

That was until he caught her off guard, for the second time. He gave her a small warning, but little time to process it. It took Leigh a moment to absorb his words, however by the time she did it was too late. Falling to the ground with a thud, a frustrated sigh flew from the womans lips.

Without moving, she angled her neck so her eyes may follow her alphas actions, watching as he paraded around. She'd get him back. Even if the whole ordeal was meant to be lighthearted, she wasn't one to play games. The she-wolf would take this seriously.

Bright eyes narrowing and a determined expression overtaking her features, she quickly jumped to her feet, eyes meeting the now familiar yellow pair staring back across from her. Closing the small distance, Leigh sprinted up before diving down to snap at Donovan jaw from below. Unfortunately all she left was a pathetic scratch. Damn wolf was too tall.

They walk in circles, chasing one another with their eyes. A wild smirk on his maw as he watches her. Obviously taking in her form and the sheer determination in those beautiful, pumpkin eyes. He’s expecting her attack when she quickly closes in on him, yet she’s still able to get a little nip in on his jaw. A bounce back and he’s not even giving her enough time before he’s already on her again. 

Usually he would tease her, but the gaze in her eyes is screaming I’m taking this seriously, so he will too. Well not as serious as his spars with Nyra. Admittedly, he doesn’t use as much strength with Leigh as he does with Nyra. For the Phoenix-wolf is much larger than the dragon-wolf, he just doesn’t want to actually hurt Leigh and all her cuteness. 

So lunging towards her he goes for her neck-shoulder area. Teeth grabbing onto the looser flesh in the area and attempting a little shake. It leaves him open for an attack, but he’s willing to take it.

The pain was sudden.

If it wasn't for the fact that Donovan's teeth were latched onto her shoulder, she would have stumbled back from the blow. Although it wasn't the worst she had experienced, it was definitely shocking. It had been a while since Leigh received a true injury.

But it quickly faded. Pushing the discomfort far back into the depths of her mind, she redirected her focus and considered her next move with care. Surely the bite would leave a scar, and Leigh couldn't help but wonder if Donovan just had a thing for attacking shoulders. First he rammed into it, and how his teeth were plunged into the flesh. Fucking fantastic. Might as well rip the whole arm off.

With a small huff of frustration, the woman was for sure a sore loser, even if she wasn't aware. Her anger wasn't directly towards her friend, but she couldn't help but shift blame and shove her losing streak on the fact that she was smaller.

Donovan held her in place, but the she-wolf was gifted with a long flexible neck. And with his face so close, this was an easy opportunity to sink her teeth into his shoulder as revenge. Pushing herself forwards as much as she could, she snapped her jaws towards her opponent's neck, but she once again missed. She fell short. He was still too tall for her to reach, especially since her movement was restricted.

Another agitated sound escaped her lips, but this time it resembled a growl more than a sigh. Trying again, reaching out as far as she could, she still missed. At this point she was biting at Donovan's neck like a crazed dog, determined to land a bite. But each time she simply couldn't reach. Losing her focus, the pain was creeping its way back.

This sucked. It really, really sucked. The she-wolf had to get free, but head was too jumbled to think of a back up plan. The only thing her mind could conjure were three words.

"Fuck you, Donovan!"

The female is definitely getting frustrated. A huff here a groan or growl there. He isn’t trying too hard but he’s trying enough to keep her on her toes and frustrate her it seems. He almost likes the determination displayed clearly on her face, thinks it’s kind hot if he’s honest. 

She goes in for a lunge to his face and he’s easily evading her. Then all of a sudden her voice booms out into a Fuck you, Donovan! and he thinks that he’s done something wrong for a second. He’s stopping stock still and staring incredulously at her. 

“What, dear?” He asks with mild concern, golden orbs focused completely on her own. This would be the perfect time for an attack.

For once the woman lacked a filter. It took her a moment to process her words, realizing what she had just said. On one hand she didn't care. Donovan could take an insult. It was moreso how he'd interpret her words that she found concerning. He in fact hadn't done something wrong, but although she couldn't catch a clear glimpse of his face, from what she could see, his expression formed a face filled with confusion.

But it was too late. The tiger-wolf had started this spar and Leigh was going to end it. A part of her old self had been pulled to the surface, and the she-wolf's vision was clouded with a desire to kill. She'd never fatally injure her alpha, she didn't want to. However, her empathy withered away and her heart severed all previous relationships or emotions during this moment.

He was distracted. Even if his grip on her shoulder hadn't been released enough for her to completely pull away, Leigh still aimed for another bite. She hadn't stopped. And finally she landed one, on her sparring partner's shoulder as a form of payback. The angle was too strained for her to fully clamp her teeth down, but the bite managed to cut through the brindled fur and pierce skin.

He gets where she was going with that. She successfully distracted him and he’s almost a shamed for falling for it. Though it’s gone in a split second as she snaps her jaws onto his shoulder. He’s thrashes his body to try and remove her, yet her snap is sharp and he is only more motivated by it. 

“That was a good one, dear.” He growls with a smirk. The noise more playful than anything.

He lashes out as well this time, reaching does ward for her leg. Rather than boring it, he buts his head into her an attempt to cause her to loose her balance, though truly only time will tell if he succeeds or not.

The woman's feet are planted firmly in the ground, though her focus was reserved for her bite placed upon Donovan's shoulder. She was a balanced wolf if she tried, but in this moment she was far too occupied to care about coordination.

When her friend releases his own grip on her, there is a second of relief that washes over the she-wolf. Leigh could still feel the lingering pain, but the weight of a heavy jaw was no longer an issue. Now free, she considered removing her teeth from from the other wolf's flesh to aim for a better bite, but she was once again too slow. Before the woman could even loosen her hold, there was a sudden pressure against her legs.

But she wouldn't let Donovan's plan succeed in the way he hoped. With her teeth still wrapped around his shoulder, she'd indeed stumble and fall, but she'd bring him down with her. Using his own weight against him.

As he sweeps her off her feet, her searing hot grip on his shoulder doesn’t let up. This he doesn’t quite expect; yet a good warrior expects the unexpected, no? Looks like he’s not a good warrior today though. So as he goes down with the other he’s pulled on top of her. Once there, he simply drops all of his weight onto the wolf below in an almost comical way. 

Splaying his limbs out his body goes limp and he has to stop himself from laughing for a minute. Surely this will get her, theres now ah she could lift him up.

Oof-!

Leigh falls to the ground with a thud, pulling Donovan with her. And for a very, very long moment, she hates herself. A little part of her dies inside.

The initial weight is suffocating. Although the woman had a thick pelt of fur, her frame itself was still frail and thin. There was nothing to pillow the fall, and now, there was nowhere to go.

She was sure they looked ridiculous. The she-wolf hadn't planned the action well enough to land with her paws beneath her chest in case she were to need to push herself up. Instead, her position was awkward, uneven. She gave herself no advantage whatsoever. And feeling Donovan go limp above, his limbs spread out across her body, well-

-she knew she was doomed.

With a frustrating huff, ears flattened against her skull and face holding an irritated expression, she gave in. Don won.

He falls with all his weight onto the poor, smaller woman. A breathy oof is shaping her lungs and for a moment he’s afraid he’s broken the sweet little Leigh. Or apparently not to sweet anymore, since she gave him a big fuck you earlier. 

Though as he lies limp on her he can’t help the little snickers that begin bubbling past his lips. They eventually turn in a horrible fit of rumbling laugher as his chest reverberates against her. Lifting his head to look down at her beautiful grumpy face, he still can’t stop laughing. 

“Oh shit, darling. Your face.” He fits our in between breaths of laughter. “Oh man. It’s very beautiful though, even when you’re grumpy, dear.” He compliments, finally calming down from his giggle fit. He even dips his head to offer an intentionally annoying and slobbery lap of his tongue against her cheek. Well, not just one but a few laps of his tongue before finally standing up and prancing off of her. 

“That was the best you’ve done so far. I can see the fire in your eyes.” He doesn’t want to tell her it turns him on but it definitely turns him on.

Donovan's laughter definitely didn't help the rising frustration building up within the she-wolf.

Despite having difficulty with accepting compliments, she did in fact appreciate them. Though she had to disagree to some extent. Leigh didn't think she looked that grumpy. But upon her sparing partner reaching down and brushing his tongue along her cheek, the woman's eyes narrowed with eyebrows furrowed in irritation. Now she looked grumpy.

Leigh knew Don meant no harm in the gesture, but she wished he had at least asked. As the weight was lifted and the she-wolf could finally breathe once more, she rolled onto her side before rising to her paws. Reaching up with an arm to wipe the slobber from her face, she listened to his words as a drop of cheerfulness arose to her features.

In a joking manner, she replied to the comment.

"You try that shit again and I'll figure out a way to set you on fire."

Kynareth’s eyes soften as her face becomes actually grumpy and as he gets off he compliments her. Though this time he can see the the spark of playfulness she holds in her fiery pumpkin eyes even though her words are harsh, her tone isn’t quite the same. 

At this he lifts a paw and puts it to his chest with mock insult. He’s unable to keep the smile off his handsome face and he folds his hind legs into a sitting position. “Darling.” He gasps comically. “Say that again and I might just fall in love with you.” He practically growls, but in a obviously joking manner. “Or I’ll just have to beat your ass again, whichever comes first.” He chirps with a teasing wink.

The woman's lips curl upwards to match the smile worn by her friend. Taking only a few short steps his way, she too takes a seat as her ears tilt towards the voice. Listening to the continuous teasing, a faint laugh escapes her throat as well.

For a moment she rests, still catching her breath both from the spar itself and from being nearly crushed to death by the giant of a wolf.

"You can definitely try."

Kynareth chuckles back at her reply. This is probably the last time, at least for a while, that they will be able to truly enjoy each other’s company with the bite and sting of venom. 

The scene is truly picturesque, two homies hanging out as they gaze out into the canyon, loving their best lives. The camera pans back and shows a shot of the pair. Kynareth’s golden globs flicks over to Leigh’s pumpkin ones. They’ve had a good day today. If only they new what was in store for their relationship in the near future.