Judgement Day

Orin Takekuro · 01-21-2011, 04:13 AM

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If anyone was watching they certainly viewed an interesting sight. Somewhat comical, somewhat wholly frightening. Two small Luperci women lashed together (hey, it was some men's fantasies come true, even!) and the great hulking Shawchert looming over the tiny, elfish women. It made the normally gentle Shawchert look like some terrible brute, and the two miniature women appeared even smaller in his shadow.

Orin's reaction was much the same as Sky's. The moment Shawchert roared his warning her flapping jaw silenced and her ears dropped back, disappearing among the tangle of fading pink dreadlocks on her head. Finally she wasn't thinking about Sky, or the fight, or the night before the fight. She was just looking up at her alpha's angered expression, courage diminished to that of a pup's.

Part of her wanted to snap back a snotty retort. To kick and scream and rebel, that spirited streak in her did not like this one bit. She was not a leader, but not a highly submissive wolf either, and part of her bit back against Shawchert's power. But she could not deny the instinct, even if Shawchert wasn't so frightening as he cast the women in shadow. After a second, her voice died out before it could reverberate from her throat, and her eyes fell from his face to the ground. Properly cowed, she muttered back in a deadpan voice, “Yes, alpha.”

She was quiet for another minute before finally turning her eyes to Sky – the woman was speaking to her. So many thoughts – anger, humiliation, betrayal – were surging through her just then that she thought she might miss Sky's words completely and begin another bickering match, but she quickly tuned herself in and concentrated on the Katruk woman. After a silence that lasted just a little too long to be comfortable, she jerked her head in a halting shake. “No, I have not had them tended to yet.” She said, her voice just as resigned as her expression. “In fact...” she started, paused, considered, swallowed her pride, then continued, “...they itch and burn. They... probably need to be looked at.”

She did not want to admit defeat by asking Sky for help, though the reality of it was that she needed to some time... and the sidelong glance she stole at Shawchert told her she needed to do so fast... so she worded it as a heavy hint. Besides, it did help a little that Sky, in that veiled way, just offered to do the brunt of the work. Of course, Orin was so wrapped up inside that she did not decipher the full meaning of Sky's own little hint. The notion of her being pregnant was so preposterous. She had been genuinely concerned during the fight, in that moment when she paused and appealed to Sky's maternal nature, ending the skirmish. She had walked off stiffly back to her bookstore that day, freaked out beyond all belief, boarded herself up in her home, and then promptly talked herself out of the silly thought. Now it wasn't on her mind at all, and she thought the way she had been feeling was just because of the distress of it all, and perhaps her scratches were more infected than she had thought.

There was a smile... just a little smile... that beamed inside the Takekuro girl. She did not show it on her face or present it to Sky or Shawchert, but she did feel sly as she nodded and accepted Sky's offer. “Okay. That sounds fair.” And with that, she took a step forward – outstretching her arm so she did not yank Sky off balance – and grabbed a hammer.

Turning back to Sky, she paused for just a moment, trying to block the Captain's view for a second. Secretively, she pointed at Sky, gestured to the hammer, and then jerked her head slightly towards Shawchert - who loomed behind her - with a cocked eyebrow, as if to suggest, You... hammer... that guy.

Yes. Despite her angst, the puckish woman just made a joke.

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