The Sentinels [M] little blue frog

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The beach sucked. Sand everywhere, birds screaming, not to mention the sour scent of their poop infesting every inch of the known world; nope, the beach was not ideal for Dingo. He decided to detour south, and soon was enveloped by a forest. He anticipated that it'd be warmer here among the trees, if only because the frigid wind coming off the ocean wouldn't be present — but no. He was a really bad judge of like, literally everything. It was cold in the shadows of the forest, hardly any different from the beach. The winds were still quite high; they thrummed against the spires of the old trees, worried the canopy, and seemed to have become invested with stripping the last of the trees of their leaves. The howling winds would only get worse from here and Dingo, cold and miserable and lonely Dingo, needed a game plan. He knew he couldn't survive for long like this.

lucky for cold and miserable and lonely dingo, there were wolves that harbored this territory. 

the forest, still burnt to a crisp, looked the same now as it had when dalia had first arrived here. the colder weather gave it a certain air of intrigue, made it more dramatic. but it was the same at it's heart.

dalia wandered it. it was not their claimed territory but the brothers considered it theirs, so dalia felt a certain possessiveness over it as well. she traveled it frequently, finding the darkness to have it's own charm. it was a weird charm, but dalia was drawn to it. the forest felt alive in it's own way-- despite being completely burned-- and dalia enjoyed it. she never felt alone in it.

and today she truly wasn't alone. she spotted the warm-coated male from a distance, the both of them stood out like a sore thumb against the blackness. she stopped where she stood, and chuffed lowly, getting his attention from further away to gauge his intentions.

He thought he'd be safe for a while in the woods. The more he investigated them, the less likely that seemed. Whole sections of the tree line had been worked away by a terrible fire; some trees were burned-out husks, others had been turned to charcoal long ago, leaving thin spines of black behind (or nothing at all). Dingo couldn't tell if his shivering came from the nasty weather or the eerie nature of the forest, but either way, it was unpleasant.

That was of course, until he spotted the cookies-and-cream delight. The girl was wandering the wood just like him. They seemed to notice eachother at the exact same moment — cue slow-zoom to Dingo's face while his pupils ba-bumped like cartoonish hearts from his stupid face. (Okay, not really, but JB just woke up from a great nap and let's just go with it ok?).

She called out to him, her voice a whisper in the ruins. He didn't say anything but he lifted his head in a little "over here!" kind of nod, and was already sauntering over. The place seemed a lot less intimidating when you had company. As Dingo approached he called out to her, Hullo! Nasty lookin' place isn't it? Wonder what happened. He glanced around at the dark pit that had once been a nice forest, and quickly got distracted by her. I'd much rather look at you, pretty lady.

he came in so quickly-- dalia was actually quite surprised by the number of friendly wolves she'd come across on this side of the coast. her ears pricked, and as he moved in fast towards her she took a single step back. she hadn't invited him into her personal space, just to say hello-- for friendly conversation.

her lips pressed into a polite smile, but his words were alarming to dalia-- who had her mother's judgement in her head. typically too kind to speak it out loud, but just rude enough to have them to begin with. she channelled a little bit of velen as she said, "i think it's very obvious that the forest burned to the ground." her ears flicked, nose tipping forwards gently. duh, stranger. 

and then! to dalia's great surprise, he complimented her. her ears pricked up, nose raising again as her eyes set on him with astonishment. "you're too bold," dalia replied softly, face heating up, "this forest is charming." and dalia would stand by that.

He figured out by the way she moved and spoke that he was laying it on a little thick, but he couldn't help it. Dingo was a giant sack of crap with needs and desires and if someone came up to him, fully capable and potentially willing to satiate those desires, he'd do whatever he could to get that happening. Except maybe assault. He has to draw the line somewhere — what were we talking about? Right, the forest.

The man tried to reel back his bold attitude but it was difficult. He was a pretty sly guy, not exactly suave in any sense, but he could pick up on what she was putting down. So he tried to change tactics.

I'm sorry, I've offended you, the man sounds apologetic and yeah, he kind of is, but if someone were walking around looking like that, what did they expect? If she didn't want the attention then she should've been home. Its just been so long since I've seen anyone — I've been all alone for a really long time. Kind of gets to you, y'know? That part was true but he never really minded it.

My name is Dingo — may I.. May I ask for your name? There, he was being polite. Sort of.

oh... dalia found herself frowning, feeling sorry for the bold man. "i'm sorry you've been alone," she murmured gently, not reaching forward to reassure him but thinking about it. it was what she typically did. "my name is dalia, i live next door," she introduced with a friendlier smile than before, her tail flagging a bit at her hocks. 

"it's nice to meet you, dingo," she added with a gentle dip of her head, glad to find something more natural for a conversation than discussing how she looked, dalia never wanted to do that. she decided to focus back on him. "why have you been alone? haven't you thought of joining a pack?" she asked, figuring that was the easiest way to not be lonely. though, to be fair, dalia had felt pretty lonely in drageda, and she'd been surrounded by people she loved.

At least he got her talking. He didn't like the look of pity that flit through her eyes but Dingo wasn't exactly a macho creature, he couldn't stop the after-effect of his words. If she thought he was pathetic then that would help him, he decided. Maybe they could get a bite to eat, or she could give him directions, maybe even escort him further from this place that she called home - just next door, she'd said. He didn't know there was a pack nearby (and wouldn't realize it until encountering the other dappled girl, Sequoia).

When she asked him that question — why, like it mattered — he'd already hashed out some details in his head and they came spilling forth.

Oh, I've tried, he lied. Seems like the colder the air gets, the colder hearts get too. He pouted and looked down at the dirt, and let out a drawn sigh that might've been a touch too dramatic. But he turned the conversation back upon her next: What kind of place is home for you? Do you have family there, friends? Oh, I wish... I wish I had those things.

her ears pressed forwards, noting something strange about the delivery of his answer but not suave enough to the culture of manipulation to quite catch on. instead her frown remained, and she listened to him intently. dalia was, after all, quite a good listener. but he asked her more questions, and dalia could not, not answer someone when they spoke to her... so she answered.

"a bay," she replied kindly to his concerns, "i have friends there as well... i bet you could find friends somewhere, too, maybe.. don't talk about yourself like your friendless? maybe that will help." it was good advice. and dalia said it politely, though secretly she judged him a bit for being so... weird and pushy about his loneliness. maybe that's why you don't have friends, buddy. stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something about it!

The next bit came effortlessly. She tried to help, and it was sweet. But he responded as soon as she'd given her advice, Will you be my friend? His expression brightening with a tentative hope, ears cupping forwards, tail giving a little wag — sure he was kind of pathetic but he was a lonely, disparate stray. Had he been human, Dingo would've made quite a good used car salesman, and he was putting those skills in to effect in order to manipulate this girl. He was thankful that she was either too dim, or perhaps just too innocent, to see through his ruse. He knew how to be convincing — and to tug at heart strings, even if he didn't have one of his own.

well the question was a bit childish, but dalia supposed she always had room for friends-- even if they were a bit strange. he was cute, at least, she could admit that much-- not that dalia thought many boys weren't cute... besides the point. 

she nodded quietly, but a polite smile was pressed to her lips. "i will be your friend, dingo," she agreed. of everything he could've asked for, this was the most doable thing he could've wanted.

His tail wagged at a quick pace when she agreed, and he grinned happily at her. Really? That's great! Maybe — maybe we can hang out a little bit. That likely wouldn't get a positive response since she seemed so on-the-fence already, but Dingo wasn't afraid to push his luck a little bit.

Or, you could show me around maybe? I mean, you grew up around here, I've only just arrived. What if I get lost? His tail stopped wagging, sort of drooped against the dirt, and his smile faltered. A momet of fear passing over his face as he considered the possibilities. What if I take a wrong turn and get stuck somewhere, or run in to a - a bear? Or -- what if I can't find anything to eat and I starve? Oh, oh no, as he went, anxiety appeared to grip at him; he acted as if he were about to go to his own death, but calmed himself.

Sorry — no, you're here with me now, I don't have to be afraid of the great big world or all of its terrors. The man recited this and took a few breaths, feigning calm just as he'd feigned the rest of it. Sorry, I swear I'm not always a mess. The biggest lie yet!

well, dalia was unsure what she thought of him after that display. her head tilted as she watched him, concerned with all his ramblings and anxiety-- where had all this come from? he seemed quite bold and friendly from the get-go, had she turned him all sad and stressed out? ah, she hadn't meant to... she felt a little bad, she didn't realize she could be so intimidating! 

"oh-- i've only just arrived," she reassured him with a slow wagging of her tail, "my family is from up the coast, i just met a few wolves and now i lived here." but, now she was a little confused again. "did you plan on staying here?" she asked him, her dappled crown tilting now to the other side. and then he reassured himself, so dalia just dipped her head a bit and let her tail wag slowly at her hocks. 

"right," she agreed, she was here with him, she could help him now, "i can show you around-- i don't think we'll run into any bears on the beach." probably not, anyway. and then she motioned that they head to the right, headed into the direction of stavanger bay, but deeper into the charred forest. dalia was perhaps too polite, too unable to say no, for her own good. but oh well, it was good karma, helping a stranger.

She clarified some things, which actually made things easier for Dingo. He had thought she lived here with her whole family — that would've sucked majorly, because he was not the type of guy who you  bring home to meet the parents, he was more the kind you wine, dine, and have a good time with. He stashed that little bit of information in the back of his mind.

Dalia went on the agree to other things — helping him, which he desperately wanted, or appeared to. His ruse was working perfectly and as soon as she agreed to show him around, he was imagining all the sights and sounds they'd see together; he wanted this to be a long con, because that was the best way to get in to somebody's pants. Get them to love you, share what they want to share with you, and then when he's finished he'll move on, like all the other times. Admittedly, it had been a while since Dingo had gotten to share in the graces of any ladies... He was lusting for it, and that likely characterized his current behavior.

He was just desperate. 

It wasn't a good excuse, and he wasn't about to admit it to himself, but Dingo was truthfully a very lonely man. This girl had something he wanted and he knew how to get it. But the long con he should've gone with? That wouldn't cut it this time.

As soon as she turned around he thought of lunging, of just getting it over with — he saw a flash of potential there. Imagining her pinned against the forest floor with him gripped over her, their warmth becoming one, the gasps of her pain becoming gasps of pleasure — the images flashed so quickly but the effect was immediate. He followed after her with a stiff-legged gait, hoping that while she was leading the way she wouldn't notice the state of his groin.

if only dalia could read minds, perhaps she would've bolted. not that the poor, short legged girl could have made it very far, but maybe he wouldn't have pursued. it was a gross, disgusting thought-- not one dalia had ever thought in her whole life. 

but he followed her happily, not making any more comments about... being sad and lonely and scared. they walked through the woods for a few moments, in silence, before dalia tried her hand at giving him a fun little tour-- maybe that would make this better! "so, these woods used to be called the sentinels, but they burned down in a forest, my friends' mother used to live here before the fire," she explained, and then looked over her shoulder at dingo, ears pricked to see what he might think.

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She turned and he felt that when her eyes flickered across him that she could read his mind, that she could see his yearning body ready to do what nature demanded of it — what he lusted for, what all of this was leading towards. Dingo might've been a lonely sort but he never entertained the thought of attacking a girl for what he wanted. But he hadn't been fibbing that hard when he'd said he'd been lonely - he hadn't been in the company of anyone in a very long time, and beyond that, hadn't been able to manage his stress with his favorite activity either. When she looked at him, he felt flush with his need, and thought that she was batting her eyelashes - telling him with her body language, that sly look over her shoulder, that she wants it. He didn't hear her words when she began the tour. His mind was abuzz with possibilities, fragments of imagination, and before long he realized he couldn't take waiting.

His jaw tensed as he tried to keep his mouth shut, lest he say something crude or telling, something frightening that might scare her away. She'd fallen for a lot of his trickery so far and for once Dingo was pleased with himself, happy to bask in her company — although her voice was very sweet, and she was staring at him - waiting for something - 

He took a breath, tried to steady his nerves and formulate something candid to say, something that wouldn't alert her to his intentions, but he was taking too long. Her eyes were on him, he felt so hot — she was so hot, and begging him, asking him for — for that connection, that release. Dingo didn't know he was launching himself at her until he was already mid-lunge, and at that point the feeling of his chest hitting her back roused in him more of the same lust.

Words didn't flow from his mouth. His teeth flashed as he grappled at the back of her neck, using the surprise of his tackle to  press himself against her and his teeth to pull himself in to place along her back; he knew how to do this. He knew she wanted it. She wouldn't have been so nice to him if she didn't want it -- she said it with her eyes, with that coy over-the-shoulder glance. Well he wanted her, and he would have her.

she stared at him as they walked. she blinked, but her eyelashes did not flutter. he was staring at her so intensely dalia was beginning to become concerned. her mouth parted gently as he stayed silent, she was about to say something else-- ask him if he was okay, if he was sick... but before she had any chance to, he had lunged for her. 

it happened so quickly, dalia had no time to move. she'd gotten one quick stutter-step forwards, but was surged forwards as he leapt for her, her limbs buckling under his weight and her face falling into the ash, which coated her chest. he had grabbed and overtaking her without any hassle. it was that simple, dalia was that easy to overtake-- both emotionally and physically, she was a weak force to be reckoned with. "h-hey!!" she exclaimed, stupidly, but she was so shocked by the surprise attack that she was unsure of what else to say. 

he'd grabbed her scruff, pulled it, and as she attempted to get out from under him she stood back on her feet, but it only helped him find his position. he shifted behind her slowly and forcefully, purposefully. dalia squirmed as much as she could but he had a strong grip, and she was left helpless beneath him. 

briefly, her mind flashed to the two men who had attacked her and her mother-- broken her mothers limb. she wondered if this man would do the same to her, if dingo would snap her limb, leaving it useless forever. the only difference now was that before, portia had been there, portia had taken that blow, they'd escaped together. this time, it was only dalia. alone in the dark forest, covered in a layer of ash and hopelessly terrified.

"what are you doing?!" she asked desperately, trying now to surge forwards and away from him.

For a moment they were bundled together against the dirt, the ash staining her grey coat with streaks of black and white that he wouldn't have noticed had they not also discolored his tawny forelegs; the color dragged across his front legs and together they were a tangled mess. But it would be alright — she would feel good, he'd make sure of it. They'd be together and she'd understand how good it could be, how good he could be.

Her squirming didn't last very long, but while she struggled he felt himself growing bold; his body fueled by her slightest movement as he tried to wrestle her in to position, thinking solely of his need for release and not at all about her comfort. Dingo hooked one side of her hip with a foreleg and pulled, but that didn't help either of them. He sighed a breath through his clenched teeth, through her held scruff, and the heat of his own breath became a thin whisp of white.

She finally managed to get loose - just a moment, a hesitation - and as she got to her feet he found his own balance. This time when he grappled at her hips it was better, easier. He pulled her in to position and sighed again, his breathing becoming a heavy pant. Dingo's grip on her scruff lessened only slightly as he adjusted himself. He voice rose over them both — swallowed by the blackness of the trees, warped by the forest's paths. If anyone could hear her, they wouldn't be able to find her among these trees.

Dingo's panting breath became a series of slurred words, at first illegible. He roughly squared his hips to her own, kicking at her legs, repositioning her tail — and through all of it he sighed, shhh, shhh, it'll be fine, it'll be good, you'll see, you'll like it, shhh — but he didn't placate her for long. Everything was perfect; he rooted around for a moment and then, as he leaned in to her, he let out a long breath of white smoke among the long-dead trees, feeling the smouldering heat spread between the two of them.

she couldn't fight hard enough. he was so heavy she was starting to grow tired from fighting him. he whispered to her. it made her skin crawl. 





and then it was over. it was over in a weird way where it... wasn't fully over and they were stuck together-- even after he's released his grip on her. and when they finally were separated, dalia saw her chance to run. she scrambled away from him, whipping around and baring her teeth at him, ears pinned to her skull. but her eyes were scared, terrified. she turned to face him just so she could see him, remember that ugly face. she wished she remembered his name. past five minutes ago she could hardly remember anything, she felt so blurry, so weak. her limbs shook as she stood, everything felt sore. 

if he made any moves towards her, said any words, dalia would retaliate with a loud and forced, "FUCK YOU!" which might've been the first curse words she'd ever uttered. but regardless, she turned and ran, through the ash and fallen redwoods, until she was back at the safety of the bay. and only there, would she break down into heavy sobs.

They were locked together in a warm embrace, himself feeling exhausted but good overall, which didn't mean much to the poor girl still wedged against him. A few times she tried to pull away but there was nothing she could do. Dingo felt an unmitigated sense of power when she stopped convulsing; he wanted to go again, and again, and ride the high of the endorphin rush it brought to him. But she had started to cry. Silently at first, then louder when she lurched away from him. He was all doped up on his good brain chemicals and didn't mind the separation. Dingo thought that maybe, now that he'd shared himself with her, that she would love him. That she would covet him the way he — no, wait, she was shouting. She was running —

—and then, he was alone again.