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Word Count :: 615 Yee. Big Grin

Eris had been given a break today, and a much-needed one, at that. Her sable-shaded companion -- she did not think they were mates, and referring to him simply as the father of her children made him seem like a sperm donor, which simply was not true -- the Tuyul had been well-cared for in the weeks since the birth of her children. Although she could not help but feel itchy and cramped from being up in her tiny corner of the world with three young children, there was at least Larkspur to talk to. Better yet, he fed her better than she had eaten in any recent memory. The last time she recalled being able to eat as she was now was Eterne, when she had not had to hunt for anything herself. It was a lifestyle and decision she had lived to regret, of course, as she was still useless in any attempts to hunt. Still, beyond the still-apparent signs of recent pregnancy, her body had grown thicker and fuller thanks to her good diet, and it was a good thing for the children, too.


The sable-shaded woman knew she would not have been able to sustain such a thing in Inferni, and their children would have been weak and small. Wretch was already a pale waif, and the chartreuse-eyed woman was thankful she had not gone the way of her younger sister. Despite Eris's failure with Aether and near-failure with scrawny and weak Wretch, Pandemic and Salvia were robust children, displaying all the right signs of puppyhood. Quieter Wretch was worrisome, but Larkspur seemed confident she would survive. Eris was never optimistic, but he had at least managed to comfort her. Even as the coyote hybrid left her children behind, shifting to her Optime form prior to entering the larger common areas of the cave, she could not help but think of them. A fierce love had grown for them in just days since their birth, as each developed distinctive whimpers and personalities and needs. They were hers, and she could finally believe and understand this.


Still, moving and stretching felt good, and the newly limber and lean woman headed toward the exit, following the scent of fresh air. It was something she had far too little of in that cave. She did not mind these dwellings in the least, and found their interconnected nature more welcoming and homely than the D'Neville, by far, but it was not good to be cooped up inside as she was for as long as she was. Her legs ached with the movement but she pushed onward, surprised to encounter snow. The coal-shaded woman had almost forgotten it was winter; the snow on her feet was a wonderfully cold reminder. Her low percentage of coyote blood gave her a thick winter coat, and as the Tuyul rushed outdoors, first trotting and then running, stretching her legs.


It did not hurt to run, and she was thankful. Her body had recovered with a quickness she had not expected, and this was pleasant, as the last week of her pregnancy had been agony with aches and pains. She had wondered how her mother suffered it and prayed (something she had not done in some time) that it would not last so long. Before the sable-shaded woman knew it, she was at the edge of the territory, quite near to the borders. They had expanded since she last visited them, and she noted this with a small amount of pride. That meant her pack was doing well. The coal-shaded hybrid slowed to a stop, panting lightly as she peered around, inspecting this new slice of territory Anathema had acquired.



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OOC here: Table & Coding © Kahilli; This is prolly shitty cause the power blinked and I lost my original so sorry in advance; 1042 words

It had been quite some time since he had seen the dark coated goddess. Well, he had saw her briefly after they had sat together and shared the mushrooms but that only lasted long enough for her to tell him that she was living in a new place now. He remembered their talk from their first encounter quite distinctly. He remembered just what they had talked about and had always kept it in the back of his mind. He had searched for such since that time though when he had found it it had been entirely on accident. He had been scoping out the area around where the beauty said she was staying when he has ran across the cubs in the Dawn's Breath area. Of course the overprotective mother happened to be nearby since it was a hunting trip that she had taken the kits out on. It was safe to say that Ouija hadn't escaped the encounter unscathed. He had gotten his fair share of abrasions though his thick fur served to hide them well enough.

He couldn't just leave the kits alone to starve so he had brought them back to his pack with him. No one had noticed them at all. Not that the pack paid any attention to anything that he did. This place was entirely different than anything that he was used it. It just didn't have the family feel that the cult had. Everyone just seemed to be too busy with their own thing here to even notice what went on with the other members. It was something that he had gotten used to though. He was left alone to work as he would and was never bothered in the process. He had made a production facility out of the hunting lodge and so could often be found working there though no one ever came looking for him.

He had fed the kits the meat of the mother, everything except the heart, liver, and brains. The first two he had buried in the snow in order to persevere them while the third was used to work on the pelt with. He had gotten it complete as quickly as possible since he wanted to deliver it just as soon as he could. And once he had gotten it done he had wrapped up the organs on the inside of the pelt to keep them safe. He had kept them whole and intact because he figured that they made a better present that way. So with his gift in hand he made to leave the pack in order to make the trip to go and see the goddess in order to pass off what he had crafted especially for her.

Ouija made to stop by his den for his satchel so that he could carefully place the pelt into it, wanting to keep it and the organs wrapped up inside of the hide safe from the elements. It also made it easier to carry along the jerky that he had made from the meat of the things that he had killed as well. The wounds were still healing though they were difficult to see. He had been keeping them clean though he didn't know the herbs to put on them to help them heal faster since he had never taken an interest in the medic profession. But they certainly weren't the first that he had received and most likely wouldn't be the last either. He had a mark on his thigh as well as one on his hand and his arm. Those had healed because they were old and couldn't really be seen because of his coat. Well, maybe the bite mark on his hand was a bit more visible since the fur wasn't as thick. He just hoped he wasn't risking infection since he was keeping it clean on a daily basis, not allowing any sort of color near where the claw marks were on his chest. He felt fit enough and no worse for the wear. He had done the same with his other wounds and didn't feel to be suffering from any adverse effects. While he wasn't a medic he knew to keep the wounds clean in the least. Actually he didn't know a medic other than his sister and he hadn't seen her around anywhere to have her check them out.

The large male reached back into his satchel to pull out a piece of jerky in order to chew on it. He tore off a couple of pieces to feed to the kits that walked along with him. The small male was right there to eagerly take the piece of meat that he was offered but the girl had fallen behind. This caused Ouija to pause in his steps to turn around and check on her. "Come on Goddess, I have your food right here." He spoke to her and held out the piece of meat towards her. The female feline came bounding over to take the piece of meat and left alone the hole that she had been digging.

As he grew closer to the territory that the female had said she was living at he happened to catch her scent and smiled. When it became apparent that it was fresh he couldn't help but to break out into a full blown grin. And the more he walked the closer the scent got until he finally spotted her. She looked much better than when he had last sat with her. She had a healthy plumpness to her now. "As beautiful as ever." He called out as he spotted her, allowing her to know that he was in the area. "Sadly I do not have a crown to share this time though I still came bearing gifts." He continued to talk as he approached. When he had finally reached her he offered a piece of jerky before placing his satchel on the ground and kneeling with it in order to reach inside it and pull out his gift. "For you my goddess." He held out the folded pelt on flat palms, offering it up while he had remained kneeling open the ground so that he was forced to look up at her.




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Word Count :: 1133 You can totally skip the first three four paragraphs. Nothing happens. 8D

Inferni had once held freedom for her -- this was true enough. No one gave a shit enough about her to bother her; even when she had a friendly conversation, she could not help but feel utterly isolated from the coyotes that filled the clan. They were all Lykoi, all molded in her mother's image, and though generations spanned between the old scarred woman and some of her progeny, there was more love within Kaena for all the others than her own daughter. Eris did not need anyone to tell her this; she could infer it herself quite easily. The children had not even been enough for Eris to seal a place within Inferni -- the prospect of added grandchildren, more blood to sustain the family and clan, had not been a large enough bargaining chip for Eris to purchase love and tenderness. They had been enough to get information, though, and this was the only thing the coal-shaded woman truly desired from her mother, anyway. Her lack of home in Inferni had been years in the making, and something so insignificant as having children would not heal wounds that deep.


She was not bound by blood to anyone in Anathema, and yet the coal-shaded woman felt more at home here than she had in all the months with the coyotes. Maybe it was the children, maybe it was Larkspur -- in any case, Eris did not care. It was the closest she had been to content in longer than she could remember, and she was downright eager to enjoy this entirely unfamiliar feeling for as long as she possibly could. The territory was yet unfamiliar to the woman outside of her caves; she had barely a week to explore the territory and familiarize herself with its boundaries and intricacies prior to going underground. Still, she knew enough to know they had expanded, and this brought her a faint twinge of pride. It was not a think she would have felt within the confines of Inferni -- no expansion of coyote territory would have made her feel anything, if she even noticed at all. Too much of her time while in the ranks of the clan had been spent outside the borders. She had spent nearly a month lurking to the very southern edge of their known world, enjoying the spray and fog of the real ocean rather than the bay.


She had learned the territories beyond her former home better than she knew her former home, it seemed -- now, though it had hardly been two months since she had first departed from the skull-lined Inferni borders, she did not think she would have been able to navigate around the territory. Some parts were, of course, clearer than others -- she could not recall the western half of the territory, while the eastern forest was far more familiar to her. The sable-shaded woman did not miss a single aspect of her former home, not even her comfortable room. Maybe she would have liked a window in the dark cave where she now lived for light and air, but beyond that, she did not care. In every aspect, Anathema was an improvement over Inferni. That she would find such comfortability in a place where she shared no blood.


The sable-shaded woman had stopped running, and she walked slowly, meandering through this part of the territory with curiosity on her dark face. The caves had been filled with the scent of unfamiliar, new wolves. There was one familiar scent among them, though Eris did not know the name to go with it. Beyond Tayui and Nyx, she had not had time to meet her other clanmates. It would not seem Larkspur took much time out of his schedule to meet and greet Anathema, either -- or at least, if he did, he did not speak of it. Maybe such trivialities were beyond discussion; this the sable-shaded canine did not mind. She did not need every intricate detail of his life, nor should he require hers. A strange scent entered her nose; there was not much wind in the air and so it was only faintly she smelled Ouija, and something else. Whatever else following him on the wind was far more exotic, a scent the sable-shaded woman did not catch often unless it was already faded by hours.


The hybrid saw her companion ahead of her in the distance, streaked with color as usual. There were darker shades of red streaked across his chest this time, and as Eris drew closer she realized it was not color that had split the pale white of his chest but wounds instead. Faint concern flashed on the woman's face, and she padded closer, the small creatures moving at his side coming into view. Surprise manifested on her face instead, and she looked at Ouija with questions in her chartreuse-colored eyes. The compliment was taken with a muted smile and a coy tilt of her head, and she halted as he did, peering curiously at the bundle in his hands and the two cubs nearby. Their eyes were as bright and inquisitive as her own, staring back at her with a practiced calm that would only grow fiercer as they aged. The male fell to his knees and presented her first with a piece of jerky, which she bent forward to take with her teeth, however gently. He next produced a bundle, which she stepped forward to take, bringing it to clutch it close for a moment while she reached out to touch his chin. “Stand,” she urged him, finding the gesture sweet but ultimately unnecessary, and potentially suspicious, should another member of her pack lay eyes on it.


Eris held the bundle back out, running her hands over the smooth and thick pelt of the animal. It was the same as the children, but older -- their mother. She did not have to guess at this; the children were young enough to be unable to survive without their mother, of course. Ouija had found her or killed her, one or the other -- from the scars on his chest, she inferred the latter. “You went to great lengths to get this for me,” she said, delighted with the gift. She had not even yet unraveled it and discovered the other prizes buried in the thick fur. Eris peered toward the young felines, inspecting for their reaction at her handling their presumed mother's pelt. Her own ocelot was not built for this weather, but Itzcitla was certainly enjoying the caves -- there were plenty of bats, mice, and other small creatures to keep him sated, and he too brought presents and gifts back to Eris and her children, doubly insuring that she would never be hungry living here.

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Kahilli; 1702 words

Ouija knew that exact same feeling. He felt that disconnect in Cercatori D'Arte as well. There were those there that he liked well enough but none that he felt especially close to. The feel was entirely different than the one that he had in the cult. Suppose nothing could replace one's first home. Or perhaps it was because he was used to constant contact and lessons with those that shared his interests. That personal space didn't matter. You could just cozy on up to anyone and it was appropriate. Perhaps it was Shaw's ill at ease at him simply holding another pack member at the meeting that showed him just how different this place was than where he had come from. It wasn't as if the female that he held had been coerced. She had been comfortable with it. It was only the leader to show discomfort. He would have thought that comradeship would have been praised rather than sought to be ended. From that point he hadn't really made an effort to get close to the other's in the pack. What was the point if any relationships that were built would just be destroyed by the leader? No, he had made more, and stronger, connections to those outside of the pack than within it. He could go to about any other pack and know someone there that would most likely take him in should he desire it. He didn't have to wait for the pack to make alliances when he had his own. If not for his fierce loyalty to the things that he pledges himself to then the pack could be damned.

The struggle would come should it ever be family versus pack. He had loyalties to both. He couldn't turn his back on either. So far it didn't seem as if he would have to worry about it. That was definitely a good thing for him. It was certainly a subject that he didn't want to dwell on. Now that he knew where his family was he vaguely wondered should talk of an alliance be broached. But why should he do the legwork of the leader? Shaw or Skye should be the ones out and actively seeking alliances. After all they were the ones that were worried about making it through the winter. They were the ones that were stressing the food situation and wanting to make nice with the other packs. It would be up to them to start forming those alliances. After all he had the assurance that he could go to a different pack and be accepted should Cercatori D'Arte fail. He had family to turn to if it came down to it. Still he missed the cult most of all.

Ouija didn't spend much time in the town portion of the pack where everyone else was at but stayed out in the forest. He could navigate his way through the trees easier than he could the streets of the small town. He couldn't even name everyone in the pack or where they stayed at. He had been keeping to himself and to the work that he had practically promised to do. Perhaps he should start taking his work around and trade it off soon. It was an idea at least. He had quite a bit saved up now and more than one of each animal. The only thing was that he had no idea what to trade for. He had never traded before, he had always given away his work. Should someone need something he gave away his services freely. He didn't see the point in charging someone that couldn't do the task for it. After all, say he needed something that he couldn't so himself. He would have to depend on another then. What would he give in return for their services? He had no idea. There had never been a charge in the cult. Everyone gave of themselves freely. They worked together to get things done. It was another thing that he found less than desirable about this new pack that he was with.

As long as he was working he didn't have to focus on the things and beliefs that he missed. He didn't have to realize the pack that he had pledged himself to wasn't really working out for him. That it felt strange to call the place home even though he still used the term since he had nowhere else for him to go. Or well, he had other possibilities for him to inspect but he had not done so. He kept his belongings in Cercatori D'Arte and so for all intents and purposes that was home now. Or at least the place where he had set up a den to sleep in and a place to work. His loyalty wouldn't allow him to leave no matter how unhappy he grew. And to combat that he through himself even further into his work. He could spend hours lost in whatever he was working on and not taking a single break until he had completed whatever it was.

He smiled as his goddess drew nigh. Was it possible that she had grown even more beautiful? Normally he liked more color than this female displayed in her pelt but she contained a kindred spirit. She understood the importance of the organs. They shared a soul and through that had extended their own life times. Then there was also the shared power and enhanced vision of the third eye. How many others could understand the importance of that? Could make those connections to insides of the animals? All everyone else saw was tasty meat and had no understanding of just what it was that they were eating. So far this dark pelted female seemed to be the only one to understand the true meaning behind all that was consumed. She seemed to be the only other one able to harness the powers of what was contained within the organs. That knew just what to do with them.

Confusion settled onto his features at the display of her concern. He wasn't certain what that was about. He glanced down at his feet where her gaze seemed to have traveled to. He glanced up in enough time to catch her questioning gaze. He chuckled as he reached out to either side of him to pet the cubs on their heads. "You don't have to worry about them. They are young enough to be trained still." And of course Ouija had been training them in his spare moments. He had them listening to him and obeying. Well Goddess was a bit stubborn at times. "They are Goddess and King, you have your choice as to which you desire." He was giving her the choice of which kit she wanted, granted the names weren't that original at all. They worked for the occasion well enough though. "Since the distance between the packs is so large I figured that they could do some of the leg work and carry messages back and forth." Of course if she wanted one for a different purpose then that was fine as well. Or if she didn't feel like caring for one at all then that would work too. He had just thought it would be a convenient way to keep in contact with each other rather than having to make the long trek themselves.

The cubs tilted their heads and stared right back up at Eris. They didn't make a move to attack though. They hadn't received instruction to do so and were behaving themselves for the time being. Well, at least until Goddess decided to swat at King with her tail and had the other cub growling and pouncing on his sister. But Ouija ignored them for now since they weren't hurting anything by wrestling about. Instead he had leaned forward to wrap his lips around the bit of jerky that was hanging from between Eris's lips. He had acted without thinking. He bit off the jerky that he had in his mouth, having not even paused to think that the other canine might not want his lips near her own. He quickly swallowed the small piece that he had in his mouth, continuing to stare up at her for her reaction.

He turned his head to lick at her hand as she reached out for his chin. He obeyed her order and stood up. But then again he was the obedient sort. He received and followed instructions well. Not that there were many in the are of Nova Scotia to know that and end up putting it to use. There were only a select few that had been let in on that. And well, he rather liked being instructed to do something. To be at the whim and will of another. Though who that knew him and his flirtatious and hands on ways would realize that about him? After all he was generally the one to start flirting and make the first move and suggestions so who would think he would rather have someone else make the advances?

He chuckled and shook his head at her words. "I had promised you and I make true on my promises. Granted this had happened by accident. I was merely looking around when I ran across her. Still the task was completed." He told the truth rather than fibbing and saying he had stalked the prey for days. He had admitted to not having been actively searching at the time. "I ran across her near here so you should be careful in case there are more of them." There was still some distance between the pack lands and just where he had tangled with the cougar but that didn't mean that the felines wouldn't roam in search of a meal. He followed Eris's glance down to the cubs. "From what I can figure she was taking them out to show them how to hunt. I've been feeding them jerky on the way over." He had been keeping them on an all meat diet and they seemed to be fine. To him they appeared just like healthy and energetic cubs.




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Word Count :: 1566 YES, YES I DID USE THE WORD LADYPARTS. Also the first three paragraphs = skip, lulz. She touchy him, too, is okay? ;3 I assume yes? Ilu. <3

Economy was one thing the sable-shaded hybrid might have had a firm grasp on -- she had visited the markets of Eterne, the small bazaars and corner stores filled with scavenged goods, food, and anything else she might have wanted. This world was different from the one she was used to, but she had been old enough upon leaving her former homeland to know that Eterne was distinctly different. She had not expected such conveniences upon returning here; indeed, all pretense of convenience had disappeared from her thoughts upon realizing the length and time of her journey. Had she any sense, Eris could have taken a boat from one of the bay coast cities -- but alas, she did not recall stories of such places. Even if she had, a lack of any marketable skill or useful talent would have rendered her into prostitution quickly. From there, it would have been a question as to whether she would have been able to escape such a lifestyle. Psychological and physical strength were not her forte.


Indeed, the sable-shaded coyote had few useful skills and fewer talents; the only thing it would seem she had been graced with a natural gift for was attractiveness, and such a thing was not marketable without some greater expense of herself. Thankfully, the hybrid did not mind these greater expenses -- rather, she enjoyed the hell out of them. She could not recall sex she had disliked, though there were darkened and dimmed months in her brain, things she could not remember if she sought. These things had been actively shoved from her memory, burned and drowned and buried in some dark corner of her mind. No doubt, it would someday surface; she would remember Metetzli and the things he had done to her. Such things could not remain locked away forever, and it was very likely the coal-shaded hybrid would be blindsided one day. Were it not for her fake-aunt and the absence of Mantus, she might have still been locked into that lonely room. Dieriel had saved her life twice over -- the initial escape and the presence of Itzcitla had been the only things to bring Eris from the razor edge of death -- unable to produce an heir (even at the fault of Metetzli) she might have ended up a sacrifice. Non-functioning ladyparts or not, wolf or not, she would have ended up on the stone slab as anyone else.


Dieriel had saved Eris again by providing her with Itzcitla. Scarce as the pickings were on the journey northward, the ocelot had provided for both of them. Though they had both been tired and thin by the time they arrived on the skull-adorned borders, they had survived, thanks to Itzcitla. Try as she might, Eris had not been able to pick up any of her own hunting skills -- to her, it seemed as if her instincts were entirely absent. In truth, she was little more than a clumsy puppy when she attempted to hunt. Unrefined and ineffective as her instincts were, they did exist. She simply required some teaching, and she thought maybe she could find this in Anathema. It seemed more likely here than Inferni, anyway -- she would have been far to embarrassed to admit to this same clan that had ridiculed and rejected her that she was unable to hunt. Eris could not imagine saying such a thing to Halo, anyway -- the red-eyed woman had beaten the sable-shaded hybrid mercilessly, and the Tuyul could not imagine the mockery that would follow an admission of her inability to hunt. At least when she had gotten hungry in Inferni, Itzcitla had been able to bring down rabbits easily enough. They were not his preferred prey, of course, but the adaptive little creature was quite able to take them down.


Here in the caves he continued to provide, and as the sable-shaded woman peered at her color opposite, her eyes were again drawn to the side, to the small and curious felines he brought with him. She barely recognized them as cougars -- a creature she had seen many times over the course of her life, but how different these were! They were paler in coloration than any she had seen, and even at juvenile size it was apparent they would be much larger than the cougars from Eterne. The place where she had once lived (it was not, as she once might have called it, home) had been home to many sorts of strange felines -- the ocelot was just one of them. Cougars and jaguars alike lived in the territory surrounding Eterne, along with several smaller types of cats Eris could not have begun to identify. As if prompted, Ouija answered some of her questions -- their youth was confirmed, and the sable-shaded woman listened in earnest. Their names were received with a slight smile -- indifferent as he seemed to their names, the Tuyul liked them, and she thought they fit, brother and sister or not.


“I did not train Itzcitla, my ocelot,” she admitted, comfortable enough to be bold with this to Ouija. “But I have known him for a long time,” the hybrid added, calculating. The ocelot was tame and had been before she had ever gotten hold of him, but this did not mean she had learned nothing in her time with the cat. She knew what he appreciated and what he did not, and Itzcitla was remarkably smart -- able to understand her carefully enunciated speech despite never being taught high speech, he also seemed to have an innate empathy for his owner, a quality the sable-shaded woman would not have expected in such a feline. She expected no less from these cats, though she expected their size would make things far more difficult in terms of housing. She was not certain if the cougar and ocelot would tolerate one another; it was her only home to keep the cat. As it was, Itzcitla slept in one of the spare rooms. The children would eventually have their own room, Eris suspected, and she did not think she would abandon the family cave when they left unless forced to by the hierarchy. “I would like that,” the hybrid said, responding to the idea of owning one of these cats in general.


“Goddess, the female?” she asked, already fantastical ideas sparking in her mind. Though the cub was young yet, it would grow and it would become mature, able to reproduce -- the possibility of breeding Itzcitla to this feline lingered in her mind. She did not know if it was possible, though it seemed to her, with her own cross-species inheritance, that it would be. “Itzcitla is a male. Do you think they could reproduce?” she asked, watching as they exploded into a sudden tussle from their previous curious yet standoffish state. The color-splashed male's tongue reached her hand, and she shivered -- Larkspur may have provided for her dietary needs, but other needs had gone unfulfilled. She had been afraid, too -- the first time, the last time, she had received the scars on her back, and even now she knew they were there, pale and pinkish down her shoulder blades and still shining with newness. They were as old as her children. Shoving this thought from her mind, her chartreuse eyes turned to the wound on his chest and she shook her head at his words, her fingers lying on the wounds carefully. They were too deep to toy with, but she could not help but run a finger lightly across one of the red stripes on his pallid chest.


“Looks like a little bit of trouble, at least,“ she said, keeping her voice as light and soft as possible. She could not disguise all the desire in her, though, and she tilted her head coyly at the warning, a smile flaring on her sable-shaded muzzle. “When these little ones are grown, we won't have to worry about that.” She was thankful for the warning, of course, and she would share it with her packmates, Larkspur especially. The hybrid nearly bristled at the resurgence of the sable-shaded man in her mind, and she shoved him away, focusing instead on Ouija. She had nearly banished the father of her children from her mind completely when a thought struck her -- rolling around with Ouija anywhere near Anathema would inevitably result in the revelation of this fact. Larkspur and everyone else traversed these areas, and she was certain such a scent could be easily detected -- not knowing of any ways to disguise these scents, the coal-hued woman appeared suddenly faintly disappointed, as if she had expected something between herself and Ouija here and now. There was no shame in having wanted it, however, and such a thing was dangerously worrying.


“Maybe Itzcitla could help them learn,” she said, less enthusiastic about the cougars now, though she attempted to conceal this. “In the springtime, anyway -- it's too cold for him now,” Eris added, knowing the ocelot would easily catch frostbite on his toes. His fur was not built to handle such cold, and she had yet to procure some method of protection for him. It was easy enough to layer him in fabric -- or, better yet, a thick pelt -- but she did not know what to do about his feet.

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Kahilli; Yay ladyparts! And of course it is okay. I'm okay with most small stuffs as long as it doesn't go against what my character would do; 1316 words

Then perhaps Ouija should consult Eris for trade advice. Ask her what each pelt was worth. After all now she had a taste of his work, of just what he was capable. Perhaps he might had taken extra special care with what he had done for her but he wasn't sloppy with his other stuff that didn't have owners as of yet. He simply couldn't allow himself to do a poor job. It went against his training. He just couldn't do things haphazardly. That wasn't a favored quality. After all, who could really be proud of some job that was done without care and concern for how it looked? Who was actually proud of something that was only fit for the trash? And Ouija wasn't one to throw hardly anything away. He believed that there was a use for every single part. After all once the brains were finished being worked with whatever was left could be boiled into a stew. It could still provide food after it had been used to complete a project. And the stew was pretty decent, especially if he had multiple projects he was completing at once and so he had more, and different kinds, of meat to toss into the stew. But maybe it was just him that enjoyed eating the boiled brains.

Oh yes, she definitely had attractiveness on her side. Though some would say the same about Ouija. As well as the male being charming, unique, and interesting. Many found it comfortable to be around him in just a single meeting. And of course many more had lusted after him. What could he do but give in? To give another the pleasure that they deserved. The pleasure that some even bluntly ask for. Though usually it is made known through the coy and subtle actions of the body. Those were things that he could easily pick up on due to his background. He had experience in group love sharing sessions so he knew the signs of interest and arousal. That didn't mean he would act on it if it wasn't wanted. The pleasure started in the mind and not the body. While the body might be ready the mind may not be. So he wouldn't do anything until he knew for sure. And if minds were changed then he certainly understood the word 'No' and was decent enough of a guy to not press the issue. He did know just how to take care of himself after all.

And of course Ouija was able to provide rabbits as well seeing as he had done so one their first meeting. He was a large enough would to rely capably on brute strength to take down prey rather than fuss with weapons and traps. He did it the old fashioned way, all teeth and claws. And well, he certainly didn't mind getting messy as his pelt often showed so the feral way simply worked for him. Now when it came to the skinning he relied on the tools that he had made and found for himself. That took skill and precision, something he couldn't do with his claws. He couldn't get his claws between fur and flesh without making a complete mess of things. No, he relied on his flat blade to make the clean cuts that he needed for that.

"With them being young they will have to be taught to behave and listen. They will have a lot of energy and little patience. That is why it is best to start at a young age when training. They will get accustomed to routine quicker and easier that way. The stubborn streak can be avoided at times." Not that he had any experience with training. At least not with him doing the training. He just knew what he had grown up with in the cult. Just watching and observing as the other pups were trained and punished, and of course the punishments that he had received as well. The spankings and the time outs, he had quickly learned to behave. But most of his lessons seemed to have started once he was straight out of the womb. So yes, he was more worried about them being trained and to listen to commands above anything else at the moment.

He nodded his head as she made her decision. "Okay, I will leave the female with you." Though he saw no need to separate the playing duo right at the moment. No, he would just take King with him when it was time for them to leave. After all he couldn't leave just yet since Eris had yet to open and fully explore her gift. But then her question had him glancing down at the young felines. "I'm not certain. Can't say I know what an ocelot is either." He was only familiar with animals in the area after all. He had only lived in New Brunswick and now in Nova Scotia. "You could try and see how it works out. I would certainly be interested in knowing of the results of the union." He wouldn't mind seeing any of the kits were produced if it were possible. The again he was also curious as to what this ocelot was.

He winced a bit as his wounds were messed with. "I'm certainly not perfect." He would be the first to admit that. He had his flaws like anyone else. He just didn't let them come to play in his work. His perfectionist standards that had been drilled into him just wouldn't allow for that. But in other areas of his life he certainly wasn't perfect. He had no idea how to treat his wounds. He just kept them clean and hoped that would be enough. Though the attention that she had brought to them had him looking down to glance at them. "They are healing. It will just take some time since I have no idea what to put on them to hurry the process along. Don't have a medic's knowledge. Always went to my sister for that." Demi had drugs that could heal as well as drugs that could kill and those things in between that left one with a very delicious high.

The male picked up in the sudden shift in moods, the enthusiasm having gone from the words. "You don't have to keep her if you don't want her. It was just a thought. There is no pressure to take in another mouth to feed." He didn't want her to feel like she had to do this if she didn't really want to. He leaned in close to her to try and lick at her lips while having tried to lay his hand against her cheek. "Please try not to worry so much. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen." He spoke the words softly as he tried to caress her cheek, trying to reassure her and pick her up from whatever have brought her mood down. "You still haven't opened your gift yet." He smiled softly, sweetly. He really didn't like seeing anyone upset. "If you are worried about fraternizing with the enemy then don't. This is my family here. Pretty sure they don't mind if I visit... or stay over?" The last few words were spoken as a question, almost probing as if that is what had been on her mind. After all he had been enjoying spending time with this female that he really did want things to grow sour so quickly. Not when it had felt that they had some sort of connection right at their first meeting. She understood the powers of the organs and not many around here seemed to know or care about that. That was something hat he really didn't want to give up. He had no one else to share that with without having to explain it.




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