Boartusk Heights And if you were my little girl

Setting: Evening — 19:45
Set on the Eastern side of the Boartusk mountains. Directly after this thread.
Tags: @Teya

Kyn follows Teya eagerly. Only a step or two behind her, right on her heels. He’s easily convinced by pretty females and it shows in the way he follows after her like a pup. The alpha takes pleasure where he can — an opportunistic man — and he wouldn’t pass up a fun time with the beauty he’s currently in the company of now. 

Though, when they’re far enough away, he sidles closer. Playfully nipping her butt as he moves to walk beside her. Softly brushing himself against her flirtatiously, but giving her some space as they continue walking. 

The Grandmaster looks towards her, an easy smile on his handsome face. “Thank you for the company, beautiful. You know I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity with someone as sweet as you.” He teases with his silvery tongue, obviously trying to woo the canary hued woman. “How would you feel about a hunt?” He offers conversationally.

teya was beginning to consider the possibility that kynareth had followed her. she had never veiled her trail after; she did not know why she was surprised. and yet she was not too awed by him to consider that perhaps he thought more of their relationship than the pleasure they provided one another.
she tossed her tail, pleased that she had whiled away her season with bridget. kynareth was powerful and compelling; the girl figured she too might have ended with a belly full of pups.
like ibis. like maia. 
the former she had not approached for some time, the latter she had not seen for some time. 
teya did not want to be like either of them, but neither did she want to be her lover's wife, submit to him in any semblance of domesticity. she preferred to be an island he visited.
and yet here he was, grinning at her as he sought them as a proxy spy to the saints.
the girl was becoming shrewd. "i not know hunting outside fen," the raven proclaimed boldly, openly; she caught tongue-tip between her teeth and turned her eyes on kynareth with a deep affection despite her mutinous thoughts.

She considers the possibility of him following her — she’s not wrong in the slightest. The Saint isn’t always meticulous with his decisions, but he thought he saw an opportunity. How else would he have found their home? Sure, maybe he would’ve been able to get it from Teya sometime sooner or later, but he’s never been that patient. Only sometimes he is, this isn’t one of those instances. 

Yet, Kynareth’s attention is fickle. He’s easily comfortable, or acts easily comfortable, around those he hardly knows. It’s all part of the act. Her fears of him falling into a rhythm of domesticity is a good one to have — if one does not know the tiger. He simply takes of the advantages of pleasure where he can. Why not have a good time while one can? Even if one must pretend to be a long lost friend.

So he follows beside her now, awaiting an answer. His thoughts are not as deep as her own. He is a man. He’s enraptured by beautiful company. He’s having a fair time, he hardly needs to think. And when the canary pelted woman looks back at him with those sweet eyes, he chuckles. 

“I smelt boar on my way through. Let’s find one.” He hums daringly, a flicker of excitement falling into his eyes.

Boar are formidable opponents, unless they’re fairly small, that is. But he’s sure Teya has enough skill to help him bring one done with little to no injuries. If he has to, he would take the brunt of the damage for her. It’s what a gentleman does.

boar. admitting to herself that she was wildly tempted despite her machinations, teya pulled devilishly at the fur upon her lover's shoulder and allowed herself to be led along the trail. willowy legs kept pace with him, and presently she took began to grow aware of a musky, dangerous scent.
she paused to explore the tracks and spoor, the way the earth had been dug up by tusks. the smell of fresh loam turned teya's stomach, for now she equated it with graves, ones she had not wanted to create or to use.
she quizzed him with her gaze again, hearing a loud snorting noise but keeping herself trained toward the skilled man. he knew the ways of the world outside the fen, and as much as teya hated to admit it, she did not.

A pull of his scruff is all he needs to know; she’s accepted his plea to hunt. He wouldn’t disappoint her is show casing his exceptional strength and brutality when it came to the thrill of the hunt. It’s what he lives for after all. 

So as they move, they pick up a scent, and sooner than expected, he too hears the quiet snorting of a boar.

Teya’s eyes meet his own in a silent inquiry of their next move. He can’t help but smile at her, his excitement obvious in his golden orbs. He lurks to the right a bit and is able to catch sight of the boar. It’s a young male, so thankfully not as big and dangerous as they could be, but the threat is still there. He wouldn’t let Teya get hurt if he could help it.

With that in mind, he looks to her and moves in close to whisper. “I’ll catch his attention. Make him come for me while you get him from the back. We’ll keep switching like that until I can wrestle him to the ground and end it.” He offers a second of a pause to look at her. “Sound like a plan, darling?” He asks with a bit more humor in his voice despite the seriousness of the hunt.

kynareth's plan was solid. teya felt unsure only because she did not know the beast they hunted, and knew it to be dangerous. but the solid bulk of the saints' leader did a good deal to assuage any of her fears.
he would flag the animal closer, and she would attack it from behind. simple. except that it decidedly was not.
she nodded, beginning to cut through the undergrowth to the right. kynareth's excitement fired her own; teya licked her jaws and kept low, looking back from time to time to see what her lover would do.
lover. an odd word. an odd concept. did she owe him for any extension of their time together? again teya considered his proposal, thankful for once that she would not be making this choice alone.
for now, she focused upon their hunt.

When they split up the hunt truly begins. Kyn takes the right, Teya the left, where he will fearlessly go toe to toe with the hoofed beast. 

When he gets there he sees it grazing on the ground, using its odd nose to rummage through loose soil. It hardly has any tusks, but it’s still just as dangerous. Now here comes one of Ky’s greatest decisions. He could sneak up and blindside it, or he could be an ornery bastard and challenge it. He excitedly picks the later.

So he canters forward into its path and with ears pressed back and hackles raised, snarls devilishly at it. The boar spooks and squeals viciously back at his, stomping its little hoofed feet. Kyn doesn’t waste time, he lunges forward and snaps teeth at its cheek before skillfully pulling back. It squeaks and dashes for him. Kyn, expecting this, rears up on his hind legs and bashes strong paws into its head, sending it veering off to the right with a stumble. It’s tail wags wildly and it oinks and snorts as it turns towards him again, attention completely stuck on the brindled brute.

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kynareth seemed to toy with the thing as if it were not capable of dealing its own death. teya was riveted, flinching in mingled horror and amusement as the man struck their quarry. the boar had not so much as noticed the little raven, and so she crept forward at an irascible gallop and bit for the straining shoulder.
her jaw ached at once, unaccustomed to the hard hide; teya sliced once and then leapt away, licking her teeth as much for the burst of crimson as the pain which had exploded through her gumline.
she dodged back quickly, avoiding the lethal dance of kynareth and boar as she readied her next attack.

Teya is quick to get her hit in while Ky distracts it. Blood blooms from the boars shoulder, but that won’t kill it. They’re very hardy creatures and all it does is give the boar a light limp as he spins to face Teya head on with death in its eyes. 

Kyn sees this and immediately knows it’s going to go for an attack. So he lunges forward, snatching the boar up by the thigh of it’s right, hind leg. He feels his teeth puncture it’s rough hide and he does what feels natural after that: shakes the hell out of it. Dirt and grass fly and the boar loses its balance and scrabbles to get some kind of control, but the boar’s strength is no match for the brindle wolf’s own. 

With a look to Teya, his eyes say go. Especially while Kyn is doing a fair amount of damage, she could possibly stab at his throat if she’s feeling brave enough.

teya was fully ensnared by the dance of the hunt, and the way that kynareth moved. he had the same motions with her, she noted in a shiver: a heavyfoot jungle cat moving sibilantly after more than one type of prey. 
he was dangerous, the girl forced herself in this moment to realize.
she watched him lift the squealing boar, mesmerized by the flying droplets of blood.
at the man's signalling, she remembered her own role and dashed forward. her fisherman's jaws glinted again for the hide below the throat, and her strike was firm. musky blood flooded her mouth, the taste of it a surprising reek.
teya shifted closer, lifting onto hindpaws to follow the arc of kynareth's violent shaking. the boar swung its tusks toward the second wolf. she gasped as a wound opened along her cheek, but did not release her hold.

Dangerous. That’s exactly what Kynareth is. His brute strength rips open muscle and tendons, crunching bones beneath the weapons that are his jaws and deathly sharp teeth. He feels his blood pump through his veins despite such a meager kill — at least to him it’s meager. Perhaps for a smaller wolf such as Teya, this is quite the feat, but he knows not the prey she usually targets. 

Still, this does not satisfy the Saint. The blood he desires is that of the wolf kind — of his own brethren. It’s the only kind that quiets down the urge to kill within his ever churning mind and body. 

Yet, despite this, he’s impressed when Teya moves forth to step into her role. Her teeth latch onto the boars throat and it squeaks breathlessly as it’s life force is drained. It’s becoming horribly weak. Only Kyn hears Teya gasp and his eyes shoot over to her. His brows furrow but he can just hardly see the cut on her cheek through the blood that already stains her pretty, sun kissed fur. 

He lunges out, dropping the leg in favor of putting all his bodily weight onto their prey and making it crash to the ground. Heavy paws squish into its belly as his head dips and rips into the tender flesh there. Teeth puncture, muscles flex as he shakes his body violently, and it’s innards spill into the grass. 

The life is finally his. 

He steps back with an experimental gaze to his partner. Black tongue flopping out as he pants from the exertion, a small smile comes to his maw at a job well done — despite the mess.

teya looked back at kynareth, seeing in him all the reasons she had come to be his, and all the reasons she could not remain so.
blood smeared his heavy jaws, the same that had seized her nape with such control. the wound upon her face suddenly pulsed with an agony that drew her responding smile a bit tightly.
"powerful." for that he was, and she chose to think only blank thoughts, fill herself with the sight and smell of him, arch herself feline along his robust shoulder before she began to explore their downed quarry with sniffing.
"very different, this thing." teeth gleaming, but she did not move yet to eat, looking up toward kynareth with a suggestive encouragement.

The boar is dead. It’s body twitching weakly with its last pulses of life. His dark tongue laps at whiskered lips and his eyes meet Teya’s as she too looks back to him. She smiles, but he sees a flicker of hardly noticeable pain to her eyes. It’s then he notices the hash on her cheek — not horrible, but it definitely looks painful. 

Powerful. She says lowly and Kyn smirks at that. He’s not sure if she speaking of himself or the boar, but his ego takes it as the first option. Only to have his thoughts confirmed, the canary colored shewolf moved herself against him alluringly. His deviously flirtatious smirk remains and he’s dips his head to brush it along her body as she continues by to smoothly sniff the boar. 

He slinks in next to her and nods once at her comment on the deceased animal. “They are. Full grown, one can do a lot of damage if you’re not careful.” He hums before lowering his head beside hers and softly leaping at her wound. “Are you okay, darling?” He asks confidently. The words almost sweet, but still gruff in tone all the same.

darling; his words slid around her, embracing. teya closed her eyes, tilting the line f blood upward for the man to inspect. "i be okay. war wound," she grinned, shivering as his broad tongue aptly cleaned the injury she had sustained during their hunt.
comprehensive words fled;
hunger fled;
there was only kynareth, and teya clung to him, urging the brindled warrior on as she leant back against their still-warm kill.
both to be consumed, in the end.

As he inspects her wound, her eyes flutter closed and she tilts her pretty face up for him to see. He smiles at this, allowing himself to look at her and despite her cut — even with the cut —she’s still perfectly stunning. 

…war wound. She says with a grin. Kyn chuckles lowly as he laps at the wound, tasting the coppery tang of her blood on his tongue. 

After a few more ‘kisses’ he travels to her jaw and nibbles on it before moving further up to her ear and doing the same. Until he hears pulls back with another bubble of laughter, a daring twinkle in his eye as he eyes her down hungrily.

“Attagirl.” He hums back in regards to her petty attitude relating her ‘war wound’. “Shall we feast, your highness?” The brindle asks then, stepping closer to the boar. Until his expression becomes a bit more mischievous. “Then perhaps take the rest of the night off?” Hopefully shes understand what he meant by ‘taking the rest of the night off’.

disappointed, but not truly. teya drew her lusts back to herself and her tongue to a demure swipe of her lips. she caught his meaning of course, and considered that kynareth was not someone who would wait for what he wanted, no bathing of the boar-blood from his brindled coat.
"all right," she agreed with a toothy little leer, before she shook out her ruff, swayed her tail with a true pleasure, to remain near the man.
for now, they would feast.
teya did not wait another moment; her jaws gleamed ivory and she was upon the dead beast with a growl most rare for her own throat.

He almost sees the disappointment in her eyes when he pulls away and that makes him ten times hungrier for her. He offers a knowing smirk as she gives him her own toothy smile with a confirmation of his answer. What can he say, he’s guilty. He wants to steal her away and defile her all night. Something he’s sure she wouldn’t have any qualms to. 

So they eat together. Kyn offers that he could help her take the remainder of the kill back to her pack after their lovely night of coupling if she so pleases. For now, even though he’s eaten, the Saint is hungry in a whole different sense. 

Even with the blood still splattering his coat and muzzle, he moves towards her. The brindle giant runs himself along her sensually, nuzzling a large head into the crook of her neck before nipping delightfully at her nape. He displays his desires on a silver platter for her. So dangerously hungry for her he knows this wouldn’t end well for either of them.  He doesn’t think of that in this moment though. His mind is filled with only her, the here, the right now.

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teya did not give his offer a true thought, not as he eventually stood to consume her with a look. a small awareness that she must not allow brecheliant to become reliant upon anyone, that she must separate the both of them from her responsibilities to her pack.
for wraen, for ibis. for arcturus, even, who had never come home.
was kynareth — no, more a palatial sort of repose, far from her normalcy.
and that was how it must stay, for she would not become tangled in him as the late dove had been with akavir.
she pressed her smaller figure more urgently against kynareth, urging him on to scorch her thoughts before she thought of ibis, ibis, buried and gone and —!

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She needed a distraction — no, not from her pack, but the dark thoughts swirling around her head. He can be the perfect distraction. Though he desires an alliance, he does not want to make her dependent on him. He desires only a symbiotic relationship between two packs. 

Still, that idea doesn’t stop him from taking her like this, or thinking of her the way that he does. Perhaps allies with benefits one could call them. Although these benefits are not the usual ones he’d get from allying with another pack they are oh so welcome. 

Yet, those thoughts do not pass his mind. The only ones that occupy him are the ones that give him an itch to satisfy her. Though it also satisfies him, he cannot help the way he occasionally wants to spoil her. He sees nothing wrong with it. He knows said relationship cannot go out of hand. He’s already betrothed — married to be exact — but he sees no harm in fun. So he would take her into his arms and help her forget anything she needs forgetting. To allow maybe a few moments of what he hopes is peace. She’s his tonight and he is hers — if only temporarily.