Herbalists' Cache get out of the sun

The sun was high in a cloudless sky. It all but burned the dark fur of his back, and so he sought the shade of a nearby forest. There was a definite shift in temperature as soon as he stepped into the trees, weaving among their sturdy trunks. Like everywhere else he had been, the ground was saturated in scent. Whatever it was about this general area, wolves were plentiful, and from what he had seen, so was the prey. He would be hard pressed to find a better place to settle, and so for now at least he would refrain from making a quick pass-through as he was accustomed to doing. It may provide worth his time if he stayed and explored a bit. But for now, the frosted male stretched his rugged body upon the cool earth beneath the trees. His head he laid upon his forelegs, and he rested.

Herbalist's Cache huh? 8) Oh boy. Also, foul language ahead. Sorry. He's a little steamed. :u

A run-in with a neighbor of Ouroboros Spine proved equally infuriated and exhausting. Who goes around taking loner's food? Did she not realize that life was hard enough without someone eating your fucking food?? That you brought down?? A loud, tedious, drawn out groan erupted from him. Being angry whittled away at his piddling strength, but he couldn't stop these foul emotions from coming and going. Tatsuya knew of the injustices in the world. Truly, he did. That did not stop him from seeing red. It only made his vision redder.
INDENT“任意の神々がある場合は、してください – このファウル怒りの私を清め!” His voice was quiet as he lifted his head to stare imploringly at the canopy above. Perhaps, once upon a time, he had actually believed in something akin to divinity, but his faith disintegrated beneath circumstance and perilous rigorousness. Tatsuya never lived an easy life. He's made some bad choices here and there, but who the hell hasn't? If anything, he likes to think he had canceled all the bad with the good.
INDENTShit. Was he having an existential crisis or something? Ugh. Down that road was nothing but bleakness and –
INDENTMovement caught his trained eye. Squinting, he could see something gray moving about. It went still soon thereafter. Experimentally, Tatsuya breathed deep of the air around him. There were lots of herbs nearby, but one stuck out above the rest: poppy. And of course the scent of a wolf. Male. Possibly a loner. Maybe this guy won't mind him if he goes snooping around for that precious poppy? Craning his head down, he put his keen sense of smell to use. Padding towards his destination led towards the wolf. And the poppy. Course, the sagacious lookin' guy was laying close to it. Damn it.
INDENT“Hello?” Tatsuya had been crawling around to avoid being detected, but now he had no other choice. If the slumbering wolf noticed him, he did a damn good job at hiding it. So he was going to feign ignorance and announce himself rather than possibly sneaking up on this achromatic canine. Better safe than sorry.

While he'd intended to head straight for Blacktail Deer Plateau, Charon ended up taking a detour. Perhaps it was because the young Beta wanted to stretch his legs and see some of the outdoors -- after all the drama that had fallen over the Bay, he had stayed in the pack's boundaries for a long time -- or perhaps it was because the thirst for adventure from his younger years had stuck with him throughout time. Whatever the cause, Charon found himself wandering further North than intended, eagerly exploring some new areas.

Ears perked forward when he saw a wolf laying on the ground. He approached the wolf from the back, and opened his mouth to say something to let the wolf know he was here when he heard another wolf's voice. Charon looked at the second wolf, then back at the first, and wondered if he was disturbing something secret or sensitive between the two males. Little did he know they'd just met too. "Uh, am I disturbing anything?" he asked, his body language neutral, a suggestive expression on his face: if this was that one part of the lands you wanted to stay out of if you didn't enjoy male company, or if this was a romantic getaway between two lovers, he probably had better turn around.

I swear like a sailor so no need to apologize for language to me!

His ears pivoted to the sounds of birds and squirrels rustling in the undergrowth, and his nose twitched as the breeze carried scents past him. He was about to close his eyes to deepen his rest without sleeping, but he was not alone. He was aware of two others were closing in on him, the first to approach a dark male who offered a greeting with the inflection of a question. Rhett lifted his head, intense eyes glancing over him before the second, a young white wolf, appeared a moment later. He asked if he was disturbing anything, and the frosted male rose to his paws, shifting his position so that the trio formed a loose triangle.

"Nope, you're just in time for the orgy." He answered, straight-faced, with not so much of a hint in his expression to suggest to either of them that he was joking.

The last thing he expected was more company. The urge to puff up like a peacock was damn near irresistible, but he staved it off. Judging by the many scents intermingling with his own, this was a pack wolf, suitably indifferent on neutral lands. That alone was something to be thankful for, at least. He looked rather young compared to the graying old man rousing from his nap, but Tatsuya did not much mind the youth's age until he put on what seemed to be a hinting expression. Just what was going on in that kid's head?
INDENTThen the old fart spoke up with a flat face and promises of sexual gratification. Holy shit. Tatsuya did not know whether to laugh, gasp in mortification, or play along. Maybe he should just...slip into a different role entirely? Where's the fun in that? But rolling with the punches would probably spook the young man, as he did not seem all that comfortable with Rhett's...implications. Hm. What to do, what to do...
INDENT“I've never met this sod in my life,” Tatsuya announced, eyes trailing between the two. Sometimes the most boring path was often the wisest. “I think he's just trying to spook ya, since you...got this...look on your face.” He imitated Charon's face to prove his point before fading into a more amiable expression. “Or he could be a dirty old fart lookin' to wet his willy one last time.” Que shaking of the head while looking down at his fellow loner. “Tsk, tsk.” As for the poppy...it was momentarily forgotten.

There was an expression on Charon’s face that screamed ‘ewwww!’ when the wolf that was laying down suggested that there was an orgy going on. He pulled a face to express his disgust, although he did not verbally support his expression with an actual ‘ew’. Perv would probably just like that more. Charon readied himself to back off from the awkward meeting when the second wolf spoke up, luckily devaluating what the other wolf’d said. Phew.

When the wolf mimicked Charon’s face, he felt insulted initially, but soon realised that it very likely that he actually had looked like that. When the second wolf suggested that the first wolf actually might’ve been trying to seduce them instead of having just joked, the face of ew quickly returned. ”Gross!” he expressed. ”Does that sort of thing happen around here more often?” The nine months old looked at the second wolf in particular, as he seemed the most sane of the pair of them, and definitely not interested in sticking his willy anywhere, whereas it was still to be determined whether wolf number one wanted to do sick stuff to him.

Old fart. He snorted at the comment. He was in his prime. He had experience enough that he had left the foolishness of youth behind and yet many good years ahead of him. There was nothing about him that was old. The word was a gross underestimation of him, and carried the connotation that he was fit to be dismissed. He did not take it lightly. He had shown many the error of such uninspired thinking, but this time, he let it slide.

"Killjoy." He said gruffly to the older male with a flick of his tail. He was certain by the expression on the boy's face that he would have fled at the slightest indication that anything sexual was happening, but the loner had to reassure him, so now Rhett was stuck with the pair of them. In fact, the only thing being disturbed around here was him.

The boy's question was met with a blank stare, before Rhett took a pace toward him as he spoke. "All the time." His intense eyes did not blink. If he had to be disturbed, he might as well try to entertain himself.

Rhett's malcontent at his comment seemed to bother him, Tatsuya noted. Reflecting back on what he said, “old fart” probably was not the wisest word choice. Maybe something like “fossil” or “geezer.” Jokes aside, the graying male had shown enough aversion with a huff to silence Tatsuya from saying anything similar to “old fart” in the future. Well, Tatsuya could be an ass about it, but maybe there was some reason for Rhett's dislike of being referred to as old; like the old were something to be ashamed of. Honestly, if Rhett really was old by Tatsuya's standards, he could have shut him down. Being old did not necessarily mean weak or feeble-minded.
INDENTTatsuya stared at Rhett, the tiniest of smiles visible upon his maw. Was there a bit of...knowing in that expression? No...no, it must be the imagination.
INDENT“I aim to please,” Tatsuya's retorted in a sarcastic tenor with no real venom behind it.
INDENTThe youngest of the trio was repulsed by the mention of intercourse. Tatsuya could have chalked it up to being adolescent, but he remembered being but a year old, feeling unconcerned with sex and its many...benefits. Course, everyone grew up differently so he could not blame the flecked wolf for how he felt about dongs and whatnot.
INDENT“I just got here two or so days ago, so I wouldn't know,” Tatsuya intoned. “You're likely better informed than I. But, if there is a lot of orgies around these parts...I don't know whether to feel alarmed, excited or the latter.” Looking down at his paws, he entered into a reposeful state, ruminating on the matter. It was not long before he came to a decision. “Yep. Definitely the latter.” He couldn't resist. Watching Charon squirm was hilarious.

Charon hadn't been that interested in relationships or looked after them so far, let alone sex. And the thought of a dude humping him was absolutely disgusting. The thought of two dudes  humping each other was, while not exactly disgusting, still pretty gross. He couldn't help but express "Ew, gross!" in childish fashion -- he was officially an adult now, perhaps, but had yet to shed all of his youthful feathers -- and stared at the pair of them in disgust.

The second dude seemed to join in on the orgie thing now too. As if he was afraid they might engage in an orgy right now, Charon was quick to inform them: "Well I'm too grown up for that stuff, got better ways to spend my time!" Although he had already expressed quite vividly that he was really disgusted by the thought of an orgy, Charon figured he'd swap it around and make it all about him liking doing grown-up stuff better than wasting his time humping others.

"Besides," Charon said in true wise-ass Charon fashion, "Don't you need girls too if you want to have an orgy? Nobody is looking for a sausage fest." Well, he certainly wasn't, anyway. Not that he was looking for girls, either; he just was trying to outsmart them, because he couldn't resist trying that after the horrors they'd just put his mind through.

He was expecting further interruption from Killjoy, but the other man apparently had a change of heart and decided to contribute. The blank of his expression shifted, curving into an impish smile at the boy's response as the gears of his mind churned. There was more fun to be had, and not at the expense of just one.  

"Don't need girls," Rhett said plainly. "Besides," he parroted, "can't knock it till you try it. Sausage has its charms." He shifted his paws to stand closer to Killjoy, so close that a breeze would cause the fur of their shoulders to mingle. But his intense gaze was focused on the boy, he did not so much as cast a sidelong glance at his 'partner in crime' though he was aware of him in his periphery, and alert to any reaction for that was the name of his game.

"How about a demonstration?" he offered silkily, and flicked his tail against the other man's rump.

Charon continued to be appalled and Rhett continued to be a scheming devil. Tatsuya enjoyed egging both sides on if he was being honest with himself. This was a...very peculiar topic, with two very peculiar characters. Chances of this happening do not occur often, if at all.
INDENTCharon changed his tune, claiming that he was far too grown up for sex. Tatsuya bit his tongue, not wanting to remind the boy that he was prepubescent. Or maybe he needed reminding? The youngest of the trio might grow into an adult repulsed by sex which was A-okay. Maybe being impressionable is what stayed Tatsuya's tongue...up until the kid went on about needing women for an orgy to occur. Their salt and pepper 'friend,' however, said everything that Tatsuya did not want to shove down the kid's throat. He sighed softly. So much for that.
INDENT“Some wolves prefer both,” added the bistre male. He opened his mouth to shed more light on what both meant, but The Schemer was up to something. Cocking a brow, he watched Rhett inch closer to him, stopping close enough to feel each others body heat. He knew the other rogue was out to ruin the poor boy, but Tatsuya did not anticipate Rhett's words along with a swat to the hindquarters. If the rogue wanted a reaction, he got one: a slight jump. Tatsuya wanted to make a face, but didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction.
INDENT“No nookie before first date,” snapped he (benignly), using this more as an opportunity to educate than as a joke. A single fang revealed itself, muzzle wrinkling in insincere disgust as he delivered a harsh swat back to Rhett. Two could play at this game.

Charon felt grossed out even worse when the first wolf decided to say that it was alright to have an orgy without girls. This meeting was getting worse and worse. Well, they needed at least three for an orgy, and no way that Charon was gonna oblige, so ha, they weren't gonna get what they wanted anyway, Charon told himself.

When the first wolf moved closer to the second and suggested a demonstration, Charon's face showed the extent of his displeasure. He barely even caught that the second wolf had said something about some wolves liking both, too wrapped up in how disgusted he was about all of this (while perhaps, considering his age, he should've been all over the subject of sex).

Luckily the second wolf then turned down the first wolf, which was the only thing that restrained Charon from running away like he had just seen a forest fire heading his way. Charon tried to get his wits under control and he decided to try another tactic while he washed the disgust off his face and said: "I know you're lying." Please be actually lying. "So you can stop the acting."

The twitch of muscles the other gave when his tail flicked his rump did not go unnoticed by Rhett, who was intensely satisfied despite the collected countenance he wore. He was spurred to continue. One ear twisted to his former partner in crime (now his second victim) as he proclaimed that there would be wild dance without the formality of a first date. Before he could respond, he was swatted harshly, and his immediate response was a sharp ooo! of delighted surprise.  

"Don't be a tease," he cooed. "You know I like it rough." The pale wolf spoke then, his comical expression of disgust disappearing as he mustered his courage to accuse him of lying, and to suggest the act be stopped. "Who's acting?" He turned to the dark man at his side, leaning so close his hot breath bathed the other's muzzle as his tongue made a flickering appearance between his teeth, threatening a lick, before he turned quickly and prowled toward the man's hind end, dragging his rugged body against him. "Come on, baby, let's show him," he said huskily.

Something - or rather, someone - had to give in this game, and it was not going to be him.

@Rhett @Charon Hey guys! Sorry for the wait! My internet was out. <3 I'm thinking of wrapping this up soon! If that's okay with the both of you?

The frosted rogue's advances were met with an huff; blowing his heated, niffy breathe into Rhett's countenance. Perhaps the smell alone would deter him yet the youngster egged him on, calling Rhett out on his bullshit. Because that's exactly what's going on here. Sadly, the revulsion on Charon's face suggested otherwise. Did I just fan the flames...? Shit. He had hoped to dissuade the persistent male but he seemed hellbent on not only ruining Tatsuya but the pack wolf as well. Ugh. If you're going to fake-court me, do it with some poise.
INDENT“Ha. Ha.” The dryness of his laughter rivaled the deserts of Africa, latent fury revealed in more exposed teeth and gums. “I'm not in the mood, baby.” As Rhett started to make way to his hind end, the bistre loner lashed out. Jowls sought to enclose around the loner's tail. Tatsuya did not want to harm him. He would like to make the bastard wince and reconsider his course towards his ass before this went further south.

fine by me :) i'll have charon leave - thanks for the interesting thread :P

Charon hoped that the wolf was actually acting, but he continued his charade (well, Charon hoped it was a charade). He continued to look on while the first wolf said that he was not acting. Charon could not express how happy it made him when the second wolf decided that this was going too far and cut it off. Phew. Charon didn't like running away, but he definitely would've had the two wolves actually started to do gross unmentionable things.

After he'd been turned down by the more wise wolf of the pair of loners, Charon wrinkled his nose and sharply said: "Well, you're either acting or a pretty sick fuck." With a sneer on his face, the youth turned around and started to leave, hoping he wouldn't have to see any more of the first wolf, ever. When he first happened upon some loners he thought they might've looked for a home, but now he was glad he had waited with expending any offers.

yep let's wrap this up! :)

He felt teeth close on his tail. Finally, he had gone too far for the dark man, and too far for the flecked boy as well. His tail stung with the bite but he did not but turn to face his 'second victim', straight faced, as the the first made a sharp comment before leaving. Success. One down, one to go. With a strong jerk he plucked his tail from the teeth that held it, leaving behind some strands of fur.

"I am," he said levelly, his eyes fixed on the other's. "I don't mind taking what I want, either." He took a pace forward, resolute in his mission, with his body and countenance firmly showing it. The other man must leave, for he would not, and if the other was so foolish as to attack, he'd make sure that when he had the chance, he would, indeed, take.

Good thread. 10/10. Would thread again.

The frosted rogue's performance was too much for the pack wolf. Well, so much for that. Horse's ass here had to go and make everything awkward. Were the two loners in a more...secluded setting, Tatsuya would have gladly played along until the very end, but the likelihood of this charade ending favorably for either of them was very slim. Whoever this jackass was, he played to win. Next time Tatsuya would not be another 'victim.'
INDENTThe loner's appendage slipped through his clutch, the taste of the others fur potent on his tongue. Tastes like dirt. At least it didn't taste like ass. Feeling exposed, he lunged away from Rhett, turning to face him despite the desire to sprint away from this lech. Were those slivers of promise or danger in his words? Mayhap both. Ooh. Feisty.
INDENT“You're free to try, deviant,” he rumbled, inflection beckoning. Pursue me, then. Another time, another place. Tatsuya became an ocher blur, spinning 'round in place to lope away. Far from here and its wanton denizen.

ditto!

Fortunately, he would not have to carry through with his charade. He had not a drop of sexual interest in the other male, nor any male for that matter, and watched smugly as the man took his leave. Rhett was victorious in his game. What he actually wanted, he now had: his solitude. He did not linger. He moved deeper in the forest, found another quiet spot, and laid back down. This time, he was not disturbed, and rested as long as he desired before moving on.