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Ruri, and later Jac.




The horse beneath him was steady and strong. The pale colored stallion moved with a knowing pace, as if he had remembered the way, and perhaps he did. The coy-wolf that sat upon him sat strait and rode with technique and practice. A stoic look was featured on his face, serious and deep in thought. It remained from when he had tacked the stallion, placing the saddle on, the bridle and tacking up the reins. He used all the best equipment, placing it slowly and perfectly. In the past week Heath had not treated the horse with the respect deserved, riding with nothing at all and only hands intertwined with mane to keep his hold. Not now. There would only be care taken with the creature, he had learned from his mistakes.

The male that rode Stark was a different beast. His face was serious, and yet filled with conviction and determination. For the first time he had woken with a clear mind, and without the notion of the liquor that he had consumed the eve before. He had woken and for the first time in his life, dressed. A male had told him he was not feral, for he could walk on two legs, and at the time Heath had wanted to show him otherwise. Today put behind the wild, and was ready to forget the feeling of being out of control. All the articles had been in the stables, but until this day he had ignored them. The shirt was buttoned, pattered with small checked stripes and what he would call blue. The pants had needed modification, but were easy to tailor, their denim sturdy but still not enough to withstand his claws. They fit snug against his legs, rolled below his knees as he had seen others do.

A belt and buckle fitted around his waist and its polished metal gleamed in the late morning sun. The autumn day was brisk, but if in the sun there was a comforting warmth felt along his clad shoulders. The tawny beast felt the nerves gather in his stomach, and the bells could be heard in the distance. The closer he came to her home the louder their ring grew. The wind picked up their light weight, and as he passed beneath the trees Heath caught their gold color in his mimicking eyes. Her scent lingered in the air, and he slowed Stark to a stop. Dismounting the coy-wolf led him towards the house. His light colored hand brushed against one of the bells, and for a moment he stood beside his friend in fear. Heath looked at the cabin, knowing some how that she was inside. His voice was lost, and all he could do was stare at the door.



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The past few days had been difficult for the ivory and merle female. Her pale blue eyes were slightly reddened from the almost continuous crying that she had engaged in, when no one was around. Svara Thames, a woman that she had considered her dear friend had killed herself the other day, and the sensitive majordomo of Cour des Miracles had spent the past few days in mourning for her friend. She had managed to hide it for the most part, like when Jontae was in the house or someone else. However, now Jontae was with Firefly and Ruri was not expecting anyone for awhile, so she had taken a few minutes to release some of the pent up grief she felt for the gruff healer. She had just finished crying in fact when her sensitive nose caught an all too familiar scent wafting in from outside. Hurriedly Ruri dashed into one of the rooms in her house where a ramshackle closet with some old clothes hangers held the outfits that Firefly had selected for her. Ruri had placed them all in a memorized order and new exactly where to find the one she was looking for. She pulled out her favorite, the grey cashmere sweater dress. In a flash the blind girl pulled the stretchy fabric over her head, putting her slender arms through the sleaves. The soft, but form-fitting garment had been the first one she had tried on and Firefly had said she looked beautiful in it. She wanted to get Heath's opinion.

As she made her way out of the room and towards the front door, Ruri ran her fingers through her hair a few times, the only way she knew to make sure that it was all in the same place and flowing down her back in the right way. The final task accomplished, Ruri opened the front door only to be greeted by a second scent, one that she had not noticed at first but should have expected. Stark, the gentle, friendly stallion that she had ridden with Heath was standing next to the male who now stood in silence in front of her house. The silence of the situation seemed awkward to Ruri, probably because she had fumbled with the door knob rather noisily and had made a bit of a scene. She had just wanted to walk outside calmly and quietly so that Heath could watch her as she walked out. Firefly had said dresses made boys look twice. Ruri had a good idea what that unfamiliar phrase meant, and while this article of clothing was only partly a dress, she still hoped Heath liked what he saw. She had wanted everything to be perfect the next time she met with him, but at the moment she thought she had messed the whole situation up. She had to try and recover. "H-hello...Heath," she stuttered, doing her best to hold back the flood of nervous warmth surging within her petite form. "Wh-what d-do you think?" she questioned, holding her arms pointing to the sweater dress she was wearing. She hadn't immediately wanted to draw attention to herself, but in the perseved chaos of the moment she could think of nothing else to say to start a conversation. For now, however, the slender collie girl could only stand there on her porch, waiting for his answer.







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Was it supposed to be easy? Heath had never found relationships to be simple, or to come easily. His family was what taught him how to interact with others, it had taught him the ways to forget his troubles, their downfalls and disappearance. When he had met her, his life had begun to change. Slowly, ever so slowly, the boy had grown. He had realized that love was something that could be created, shared. He felt like he held it in his hand, cradling it and waiting and wanted to give it away. Exchange it for hers. The lanky male took a step forward as he saw the door jar, and open. His gold eyes watched as her figure moved from the confines of the house and stepped silently and gracefully into the sun’s light. She was fluid in her motions, however uneasy she felt in them. Perhaps if she could see she would find that she moved with elegance that Heath found captivating, or maybe it was just the male star struck by her appearance.

She wore clothing, just as he did. But her attire was elegant, riveting and Heath was lost for words and it seemed as if the air around had also been lost. His gold eyes took her in, ears moving forward to hear her voice. Paws walked him forward, mindlessly leading the horse along with him. The morte dre Soul man slowed towards her place before the house, swallowing and catching his breath. Her question had a simple answer, and yet he fumbled to find the words. The desire to feel the material, to touch the confining dress and to feel the curve that it covered came over him. Instead he approached slightly weary, but as his lips moved to speak he found that they formed a soft smile. “You’re beautiful.” His voice covered the distance between them as he moved to kill it. Idly he pulled at the shirt he wore, but his eyes did not venture from her form.

He had come with a purpose, something that he had fought with for many days. He had not tried to reverse the feeling, or to deny it. He hadn’t felt worthy of the words she had spoken, hadn’t felt strong enough to fight for her if the time came or felt that he could give her everything that she deserved. Nights of loathing, drinking and self pity had taught him nothing, but breaking down and facing the fact that he would be nothing unless he shared everything he had with her had taught him everything he was worth was meant for her. However little that turned out to be.

She always looked beautiful, always. When she had cried, when she was riding, when she sang. In the rain, he remembered how perfect she looked, and against the beach landscape. He left little space between them, and the urge to take her hand in his was undeniable. Softly his fingers grazed hers, asking to be held. “I should have told you, before.” He said softly. He had always loved her. Before he had even known what that feeling was, it raged within every time he saw her. “I don’t know why I didn’t.” He had feared the fight, the jealousy that would come between him and Jac, the need to be her one and only.

This was why he was here. It felt like this was why he was ever born. “I was scared.” He confessed in no more then a whisper. It sounded abrupt, out of place perhaps. And yet as he said the words nothing felt more perfectly in place. With strong words he spoke, “I love you.”


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He said it. You're beautiful. The petite female felt her knees tapping together slightly and her face warming to the point of feeling hot. Firefly had said the same thing to her, but it hadn't even evoked a fraction of this reaction. Hearing him say those words made her want to melt into his arms. It sounded so wonderful to her that when he brushed his fingers against her hand she immediately intertwined her fingers with his in as tight as her delicate hand could grip. The silence that fell between them for a few moments went completely unnoticed by the blind girl until Heath spoke again. She listened with rapt attention as the words came forth. Each statement seemed to increase Ruri's expectations until he said the three words that Ruri had waited to here. Her quivering knees slowly gave way causing her to slowly lean forward into him. "I...I know...I always knew...but...hearing you say that...I don't know what to say," her soprano voice quivered in an ecstatic, but quiet whisper. Her voice, whose sweet tones could fly across the packlands whenever she bid them to do so had suddenly lost their power with three simple words from the man she loved.

Some slight ounce of strength returned to her legs and with it she gradually pressed herself forward into Heath's chest, her free hand moving up his arm to stroke the sleeve of his shirt as she pressed her chest against his. He loved her...she loved him...could life get any better? Of course, Ruri did not think about it now, but had she not been so caught up in the moment she would have likely wished that Jac and Heath could be best friends and they could all be a happy family...or sorts. However, for now, the delicate border collie's world was perfect.







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Glass shattered against the wall of the cabin, tinted shards from the smashed liquor bottle showering the porch. Jacquez Trouillefou stepped forward from the side of the house, black eyes glowering as his ragged breathing caught in his throat. Traitor. Traitor, traitor, traitor, he had been betrayed by a packmate that he had given the benefit of the doubt. God damn street rat, scurrying about the barn by day and trying to steal away Ruri by night. His Ruri. She had belonged to him for years, and he had taken care of her and no one else, and Heath had no right to look at her that way. No right to play Prince Charming on his noble steed, whisking away the princess blind to his intentions, blind to everything except the naive good she wanted to see in everyone.


"Traître," he snarled under his breath, tail lashing in agitation. His fangs flashed as he roared, too upset to care what language the angry words formed in. "Va te faire mettre, morceau de merde! Let go of her! Enculé, I knew I should never have trusted you from the moment I laid eyes on you." The one-armed dog spat at his feet, livid with protective and jealous rage. Look at him, prancing about in his silly clothes, acting like the entire world is at his command. I could cave his skull in with one punch. Ruri would never see.


A sudden feeling clawed in his chest, a pang of realization and dread. Ruri was wearing that dress for him. Ruri, suddenly conscious of her appearance, for this... this... half-breed, good-for-nothing bastard son, pony-loving vodka-swilling traitor! The monarch stomped towards the porch, bulling past Stark to try and reach the budding romance flowering before his very eyes. He was losing her. She was already too far gone. What could he do to get his Ruri back?

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drama!




The words were out, his heart haphazardly on his sleeve and with only one to claim it. He was ready, eager now to share that with her. There was no question that she loved him, she had said so before and Heath would forever believe her words. The emotions played on her features, telling him that she found his words honest and true. With their hand clasped Heath felt his heart beat with wild ambition, with her words only increasing it’s pace. He smiled, having taken the words from her mouth and knowing that it was a pleasurable speechlessness.

Ruri slowly fell towards him, and as she did Heath didn’t hesitate to bring his arm up to hold her in place. For a moment, brief in reality and yet long and drawn in his mind, Heath only watched her. Pale, pupilless eyes watched him as well and Heath knew that she was reading his scent and body language just as he watched her smile and eyes glow. His dark hand found her face, his thumb brushing her gentle jaw line. There was silence, and yet they spoke to each other in every breath.

His ears turned at the sound that broke their serenity. So suddenly they were no longer alone and their King stood on the porch beside them. Heath had worried, feared that he would loose her to the collie. But he had come to think that he and the male could come to an understanding and perhaps be friends. He knew that he would have to fight for her attention, but Heath also knew that she would love him and that there would never be a shortage of that.

This, he had not expected.

Jac lashed out with anger in his tone and words, and Heath instantly stiffened and let his hands fall away from the female. A step forward, quickly placing himself in front of Ruri. It did not matter if it was Jac or any other, the tension and aggression pushed him to instantly defend her. The fur along his neck stood on end, and as he spoke Heath was surprised and shocked by his words. “Its not like that.” He spoke, trying to reassure the King that what ever he was thinking was not true. “Trahir je vous?” He questioned in the French that he was so at home with. He loved her, in a way that was different then the love that the King and girl shared. The growl beneath the words could not be helped, though he stifled the true anger that he felt. Ruri wished for them to be friends, and he would try to perform such a miracle.


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Silence had consumed the pair as they stood their locked in an embrace. Ruri's pale white muzzle had flushed pink in a timid, but affectionate blush as Heath ran his thumb along her jaw-line. She was enjoying every second of each moment, feeling as though each small fragment of time seemed to lengthen as more and more passed by. Who could disturb such a wonderful moment? Ruri did not know the answer to such a question for several moments after the crash of the liquor bottle against the side of her house caused her sensitive ears to fall flat in fear. THe voice that followed belonged to her closest friend, but at the moment he did not sound like the close family member that had raised her from a pup. No, her best friend, her king was now snarling at the man she loved. She could not understand the meanings of the French words that passed between the two males, but she knew from having spent so much time with Jac that the words he used against Heath were completely uncalled for.

The entire occurrence happened so quickly that Ruri barely had time to notice that Heath had now moved between her and Jac and was trying to reason with the infuriated king, albeit with a bit of anger on his own part. Why was this happening? These were her two favorite people in the world. They weren't supposed to want to fight about anything, especially not her. She didn't want this! "Jac...stop!" she tried to shout, but the fear of what was going on made her order come out as an almost squeaked plea. "Heath didn't do anything wrong. You're making a mistake." SHe too tried to reason with the angry pirate king. However, the tone of voice that he used, and the scent of anger that drifted to her from him scared her. He rarely got this upset. In fact the only time she could recall were that time when she had told him about her encounter with Haku, and he had been angry at Haku not her, and the occasion of Svara's death. Perhaps the stress of that occurrence had spurred Jac to threaten Heath so vehemently right now. THe ivory and merle female was shaking she was so scared for both Heath and Jac. Jac was not a rational individual when he was this angry. He had punched a hole in the wall that first time. She didn't want him to hurt Heath out of anger and she didn't want Heath to hurt Jac either. Why couldn't they just stop!?







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WC:462 ...Flashing back on Haven-Ares-Princess-Mati... x)


The russet fur bristled erect on the nape of his neck, his stiff posture towering over the young couple. Heath wouldn't stand a chance in a direct fight, one arm or not. Jacquez struggled to rein in his feelings long enough to listen, knowing full well how much Ruri abhorred violence. Heath struggled equally to maintain his polite defense, to defuse the tension. It didn't work. "You have to ask?" the collie-dog snarled in disbelief, features contorted in contempt. "Tu ne m'as pas demandé la permission, tu m'as menti -- à plusieurs reprises! -- tu essayes de l'emmener loin de moi, and you do not even try to tell me, as if it is a secret you can hide from me. Those damn wind chimes and pony tricks are your underhanded methods of seducing an innocent girl." His tail whipped wildly behind him, teeth gnashing in agitation. Why wouldn't the stupid rat just run away already, never to return? He thrust aside the memories of them drinking together, vexed by the realization that Heath really had been hiding his true feelings all along.

"I am a man and I know what men want," he growled simply, fingers flexing in and out of a fist. He was itching to punch, to solve the situation by ending it all. It was rare for him to feel emotions of any sort, and his automatic reflex was anger, always anger. It got things done. It felt good sometimes, but this was not a righteous anger, this was a confused and jealous fury. Ruri's voice, fluttering with panic, cut him deeply - a mistake? He, the king, was making a mistake? How was he in any way the enemy in this situation?


"Ruri, you do not understand! I have sheltered you from the ways of men for a reason, and I'm not about to allow anyone to, to, sully you now! Aren't you happy the way you are? Perhaps the mistake I made was bringing you here in the first place," he snapped, brushing the dark fur from his eyes in a frustrated thrust. Didn't she see how good she had it? An adult now, a beautiful young woman, still as good-hearted and innocent as she had been as an abandoned pup? Without Jacquez's protection, the blind girl would never have been able to feed herself, let alone survive amidst the opportunistic loners. She had to stay the same; where would he be if she left him behind too? His paw trembled, unsure how to react to the powerful passion coursing through him. Everything in his world was falling apart, and the loss of control was devastating. "Why would you do this to us?" he hissed at Heath, grasping desperately for someone to blame other than himself.

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This was not how it was supposed to be. He had never expected Jac’s reaction would be so hostile. Heath was naïve, unknowing the way of such a close knit family perhaps. Yes, he had known that the King would be angry, but never so hostile. Unknown to the collie dog, Heath naturally fed off the tension, and eagerly ate the hostility and the rage. It nurtured the wild thing inside that he suppressed while beside the young woman he loved. She was the one that calmed it, she was the one that made him want to kill it and never let it come forth. What Jacquez didn’t know was the scars he bore were ones rightfully owned, rightfully won. Heath shook his head, tattered and ragged mane moving with the motion. His eyes did not leave the dog, but with each breath he reminded himself the company he kept. He was no longer the wild boxing mongrel, and she must never know that side of him. " “Menti ? Que! Quand j'ai dit qu'elle vous a aimés"He growled in his native tongue. She did love him, couldn’t he see that? But Heath was not the father figure, the big brother. Ruri loved him in a different way, no more and no less.

“I did not seduce her.” He spoke, her voice level, slow and still holding the growling tone. He wished Jac would listen to her, take the sense she was making and realize that there was no harm in this. He would never hurt her, and he had spent days in mourning just thinking that he might have. ’I am a man and I know what men want’ The words made Heath look back at the border collie. Never. Never had he thought of her in that way. Of course he was only a warm-blooded creature, and yes such was the way of a man. But never had his intentions been related to ‘what a man might want’. “Its not like that!” He repeated, louder and with force. It wasn’t. The Kings words only enraged him further. Any beast that threatened to taint her purity, to make even the slightest notion towards the fact was asking for trouble.

He was attempting to be true and honest. Following his heart and placing it out into the open. It was in her care, and Heath had never felt so much happiness, and had never felt so vulnerable. It was not as the King thought it, Ruri was worth so much more and Heath would never attempt to lure into the sort of darkness that Jac was thinking of. She was honorable, and by choosing him, by loving him it made him honorable as well. “Sheltered?” Heath growled, knowing how hypocritical the dog was being. “You’re the worst example.” Heath spoke, his voice back to the low tone. He knew that it would pain her if they fought, and yet he could not hold the words back. Even though his mind told it no, his black fist balled, the south-paw at the ready. The question, directed only to him would go answerless. He didn’t know, He didn’t know what he was doing to them, but he was sure that it wasn’t against Ruri’s will.


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Jac didn't listen. He only got madder, causing Ruri to cower even more, not afraid of Jac but of the power of his voice. Each snarl hurt her sensitive ears. It was more than the violence of fighting that she hated. The loud sounds and scents exuded by angered individuals made her sick to her stomach. She hated that feeling and avoided it at all costs. Jac knew that and yet here he was continuing to fight when both she and Heath were trying to calmly talk about what he thought was wrong with what Heath was doing. Jac snarled at Heath, at first in French but then in English. He thought Heath had seduced her? Didn't Jac know how nice Heath was? He'd met him before hadn't he? "Y-you're wrong Jac," she stuttered timidly, shaking her head emphatically as she crouched down, as if hoping to hide from the flurry of angered sounds that might follow.

Heath rebutted Jac's accusations and it was evident that even he was growing more and more agitated. Ruri was impressed by how he had kept his cool when Jac had already attacked his character several times. Then Jac directed his anger in a scolding tone towards her. He never snapped at her and yet...now he was. Hearing him sounding so upset, telling her that she didn't understand and that it would have been better if he hadn't brought her here made Ruri shake her head, her ears flattened against her head. It took everything she had to hold back the pained tears that were brimming in her blind blue eyes. Heath then responded to Jac's statement that he had sheltered her from the ways of men by saying that he was the worst example. Now Ruri couldn't hold back the tears anymore and she found herself sinking to her knees on the porch, her hands cupped to her face as she started to cry. Even Heath was being swept up in the hostility now. Ruri didn't even want to think where the fight was going to go now, but she could only guess that it was going to get worse. Her crying probably wouldn't help either as it would likely only demonize the men against each other even more. The sensitive border collie couldn't help it though. Her entire plan had backfired. The two people closest to her were fighting over her. She didn't know what to do!







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WC:373 // Baww, poor Ruri! Silly men need to get over themselves!


Jacquez snorted, staring down his long muzzle at Heath. Bad example, was he? A hypocrite? "At least I am honest in what I do," he sneered, lips curled back to bare his fangs. "If it is 'not like that', then what, Heath, what is it like? Veux-tu que sa revendication est ta conjointe et de ne jamais la toucher?
Jures à l'abstinence jusqu'à ce que la pression est trop grande, puis lui briser le coeur en trichant?
Ou casser votre vœu stupide même, et prendre sa juste?"
His mind kept switching languages on him; he was too upset to even care with tongue he spoke in. He spat to one side, still glowering at his packmate. No thought for the future, not a care for what his actions were bringing about! He couldn't banish him for a confession of love; no ruler could be that cold-hearted. But something had to give here; and neither of them were stupid, neither of them willing to back down.


In the charged silence that followed, Jac's ears pricked forward, hearing the soft sobbing from behind Heath's protective stance. Ruri was crying. He caught his breath in a hiss, fur bristling upright all along his spine. "Out of my way," he snapped in a low voice, intending to move to Ruri's side. She had been crying too often these days, she deserved better treatment. But thanks to this mess, how could there be a happy ending for her? Like polarized magnets, the two men could not be near each other now, which would force her to make a choice. But if she chose romance over family, would she still want to live in this pack?


At this moment, rigid with emotion, the king wanted nothing more than to brawl with the hybrid, to beat their differences into a bloody pulp. It would probably help relieve the tension, too, except Ruri might never speak to either of them again. This was all Heath's fault for moving in and usurping her attention. Fathomless black eyes met stung, defensive gold; daring him to stand between them for a moment more. His white fist was balled at the ready, mirroring its black-gloved counterpart. He would not hesitate to strike for disobedience.

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Her sadness could not be ignored. Heath could hear it in her voice, as she spoke in support of their relationship. His confidence grew at the thought, knowing that he would love him enough to stand up for him. Against Jac of all beasts. Ruri’s love for the King made it wrong to hate him, it made it wrong to despise the tone he used to speak to her. Gold eyes looked at her, turning his head to see the woman fall to her knees. It was wrong, and yet he hated him.

Quickly Heath whipped his head around at the sound of the French words. Meeting white teeth with a hard frown. Would he? The question had been thought before, he was only a man. But the words spoken disgusted him. He had once been rebellious, but he had never taken advantage of any woman. The feeling was shown on his face, and the anger could not be contained. “I love her.” He spoke, honesty intertwined with strength. “I would never hurt her, I would never leave her, I would never take advantage of her.” His tone was one that would cut the sensitive female once more. He didn’t know what to say to the bastard, the accusations were easy to sling, and Heath was being drawn into his game.

“No” He spoke, a hand placed out before him. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to fight not in front of her and for her sake, never. Before Jac had appeared there was not a single once of tension, not a single tear. Now, the King had destroyed the peace that the two had created. “You should go.” His tone even as if he was suddenly collected and calm. He wanted him to go, wished the collie away so that he could begin repairing what they had both started unraveling. Didn’t Jac know that she would hate them both if this wasn’t resolved?


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The next thing Ruri heard through her sobs was Jac barking an order to Heath. Jac wanted him to move. Ruri didn't need to wonder why. He wanted to come try to comfort her. If he wanted to do that he just needed to stop this unnecessary fighting and apologize for accusing Heath unjustly. Then of course Ruri heard Heath's response of outright refusal. Her heart skipped a beat as her mind flashed back to the few instances she remembered when old crew members had refused an order from Jac. He'd beaten them to within an inch of their lives. If there was one thing Jac couldn't stand, it was disobedience. He was a king after all.

Ruri continued to cry, her head wagging back and forth wishing that both men would simply stop fighting and be civilized. Both of them had the capacity to be rational individuals. She knew that about both of them. Right now, however, it was like both of them had turned off their minds and were moving on sheer instinct alone. She had heard Heath tell Jac that he should be the one to go and again her heart had skipped a beat. This wasn't going to end well. She could practically hear both mens’ muscles tensing up to prepare for the physical brawl that they both knew was coming. Her stomach was already churning, making her nauseous. The stressed out female was slowly progressing from wanting the fight to stop to wanting to get away. She couldn't take it anymore. Neither of the men had listened to her pleas. She was the subject of their fight. Perhaps if she left they would stop. Ruri was not quite convinced about this course of action quite yet, but at the moment she was too upset and scared to think too rationally.







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WC:300 // You both are silly. :3 And Alli gaves me permission for this post ages ago! If it's too much PP I can change of course~


Jacquez clenched his jaw, teeth grinding unpleasantly. Love. What was love? He loved Ruri, he thought. He knew for certain that she loved him back, implicitly, unconditionally, and irrevocably. Or that had been his foolhardy assumption; now she loved another? What was he supposed to do? He could only love one person, and that was Ruri Aceline. And she was already more mature than him despite her age, and was already leaving him behind. How had it come to this? And it confused him so; he had liked Heath, and was happy that he joined their kingdom. Why did he hate him, now that they shared the same emotions?


He almost backed down then. If Heath's convictions were as strong and pure as the light shining in his eyes, there was no threat Jacquez could issue to dissuade him. Despite every other flaw, the king had always been a good judge of character. Ruri... needed friends, and if she needed something more than even that... a good king would do everything in his power to keep her happy. She was his little nightingale, free to fly from her cage whenever she was ready. He took a hesitant step backwards, hackles beginning to fall safely downwards.


And then Heath said no.


Reflexively, Jacquez whipped his right arm, backhanding the hybrid across the side of his head. "You do not order me!" he roared, black eyes narrowed to slits in his ferocious expression. "You are the one who should leave! And never come back! You have nothing to offer her, you are nothing but trouble!" The hot words tore from his throat, dominant aggression overtaking his better instincts. He hadn't wanted to hurt Ruri, not ever, but he just could not help himself -- not when he was being pushed so far!

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He meant those words. Honesty ensued him when ever in her presence, honor surrounded him, and he had only known kindness when with her. Honesty was all he had left, and Heath felt as if he was clinging to it. When the words came from his mouth he had not spoken it to a king. It was said to a snarling beast that wished to come closer to the woman that Heath wanted safe and happy more then any other. It was the whoring male that took that step closer; it was the beast that radiated aggression. If Heath had wished to speak to his leader, he would have simply moved aside. But that was not who stood in front of him. And just as Heath saw that angry beast, it was indeed the king of their pack that heard those words he spoke. Heath could not choose.

The hand hit his face before gold eyes could see its movement and warn his mind. It hurt, but the pain was nothing Heath hadn’t felt before. His cheek sliced sharp teeth, and the taste of blood flooded his mouth. The taste turned him mind, and in golden eyes he saw the blood of the male, no longer a King and suddenly bleeding from his white furred throat. He heard a roaring growl, throaty and filled with hate and rage. But his arms remained at his side, his voice quiet by the shock. He would not hit Jac, it would be the death of him, or worse the banishment.

But that came next. Heath looked into the seething eyes of the collie, finding nothing but darkness. He couldn’t win, and the challenge was something Heath would have once relished. In the past he would have retaliated with a swing to his head, and an undercut to the gut. In an instant he would have his throat, but such things were a distant memory. Heath instead stepped backwards, his frown becoming something much closer to sadness then anger. He wasn’t supposed to fight, right?

“I’m sorry Ruri.” He spoke, softly as he looked at her. Unsure if the male would kick him while he was down Heath crouched to reach for her hand, and to look into pale blue orbs before speaking again, “I’m sorry.” He then moved past the male, gold eyes unable to reach his gaze. It did not take long to reach the stallion who’s calm and simple mind found no problems with the raging fighting that had occurred. Heath kicked him into a gallop the moment he sat the saddle.

He had not lied. He loved her. The sadness that he felt was far different then that his drunken days had instilled. It was deeper then anything that had ever touched his center, and cut harsher then any teeth that left the scars across his body. He had left to save her, to save her from smelling the blood that would have been shed. He left because if he hadn’t he would only hurt her more. He left because it was all he could do.

The large stallion did not falter when Heath urged him faster, the sand of the beach kicked up behind them. He didn’t know where he would go, after fetching the roan mare. All he knew was when he would return.


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I love how this is turning out! More drama! Not to say that I love seeing Ruri hurt, but the drama of the situation adds to the rp exponentially. It's a good feeling engaging in a wonderful thread...like a drug almost *says this not knowing the first thing of what a drug feels like*


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She'd felt it. Jac was calming down, at least just a little bit. For that one small moment Ruri's tears stopped and she silently waited to see what would happen. The entire argument was going in slow motion. Would things really get better? Were they really not going to fight? For a small moment Ruri felt like her hopes had come true. Then she heard the back of Jac's hand striking the side of Heath's face. It was not a sound she had heard before, but somehow she immediately recognized it. She cowered as the sound reached her ears followed by Jac's firey, enraged snarl. It had started. Now both of them were going to start brawling over her and she wouldn't be able to stop them. A loud sob exitted her vocals as she waited for what she thought might be Heath's instinctual response to Jac's blow. But the blow never came. All she felt was his hand clasping hers. SHe heard his voice apologizing for something. Apologizing for what!? He hadn't done anything yet. She was proud of him! Extremely proud! He hadn't hit Jac back. He had risen above such a petty disagreement. But when she stood up to throw her arms around him, he was not there. He had moved to Stark's side in an instant and she immediately heard him urging the horse into a fast gallop. He was leaving! He was leaving just like Jac had ordered! No! That wasn't supposed to be how it all happened!

Before the ivory and merle optime could tell what she was doing she was off her porch and running as fast as her slender legs could carry her, following the sound of Stark's hooves. "Heath! Wait!! Don't go!" she begged, arms pumping, long silver hair flowing behind her as she ran. "Don't go, Heath! Please don't leave!" she shouted, not knowing whether he could hear her or not. She ran, as fast as she could, paying no attention to the landscape beneath her feet. She knew this route didn't she? There was no way she would trip. She'd walked this route several times. She knew where each large rock and tree root was. However, everything appeared faster when she was running and for once Ruri did not compensate for the speed at which she was moving, probably because she'd never run that fast. However she quickly became aware of her miscalculation as she felt her leg suddenly tripping over a large rock intersecting one of her known trails. Had she been paying attention she would have easily avoided it, but she hadn't been. Her right leg, now twisted and contorted as she fell, her speed carrying her several feet through the air. The damage was already done. Heath was already far away from her, her optime legs having been far too slow to even hope to match those of the stallion. A shrill yelp of pain flew from her lips as she hit the ground, gradually sliding to a halt on ground, her arms clutching at her ankle which now throbbed with a piercing pain. She could not hear, nor smell. The pain, unlike anything else she'd ever felt, was completely overloading her other senses. "Ow....ouch! Ow!" she cried over and over again, her tears now streaming forth with renewed vigor. The girl, having been so sheltered during her upbringing had always made sure to be careful so as not to injure herself and as such had never experienced a sprained ankle before. All she knew was that every slight attempt at movement of her now swelling footpaw only produced shooting flashes of pain that blocked everything else out.

For a moment, she had forgotten the fight. She had forgotten Jac's blow on Heath's head, and Heath's exit. She had forgotten about why she was even lying on the ground. All she knew was that she was in pain and that she needed help. Several other cries echoed from her lips, pleading for someone to come and make the pain stop.







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Jacquez was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he shook out his wrist, his knuckles stinging from the blow. Heath was stronger than he had accounted for. There had been no give, no falling over, not even a cry of pain. Out of a flicker of respect for the fellow fighter, and the despondent way he refused to give a rise to passion, Jacquez did not interfere with his farewell. His inky-dark eyes watched keenly as Heath clasped Ruri's hand -- lips pursed tightly at the lingering contact -- and silently glared until the hybrid had swung up into the saddle and galloped away from them. There. Crisis averted. Ruri would be upset for a while, but she always bounced back. It was better this way--


"Heath! Wait!! Don't go! Don't go, Heath! Please don't leave!"
The wounded shriek pierced his ears, and there was a stunned moment when Jacquez simply gaped, watching the slender collie scrabble up and bolt after the horse and rider. "Ruri..." he murmured, his capricious anger having already found release. It was her blind terror of being abandoned, the panic that welled within her breast whenever she lost contact with one she cared deeply for. She felt that... for Heath? She was frightened enough by his forced exodus to react in this wild, desperate flight? His heartbeat thudded in his ears, damaged mind trying to process what this meant. This was really happening, wasn't it? He had pushed her away, rather than kept her close, and now she was running away from him...


The directionless king was snapped out of his reverie by the keening wail that rent the air. He sprang from the porch, long legs swiftly devouring the distance, cold fear settling in the pit of his stomach. What had been set into motion today?! Had his selfishness driven her to further damage? The sight of her huddled silvery body drew him to a skidding halt, nostrils flaring for the scent of blood. "Ruri, ma petite, qu'est-ce que c'est? Ne vous inquiétez pas, ma douce, je suis ici," he soothed, his one hand reaching to steady her shoulder. Would she need a healer? She was such a fragile little thing, she was not supposed to suffer like this! If there was ever a thing that made Jacquez Trouillefou feel sympathy towards another living being, here it was.

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Yes, innocent Shadow the druggy lol. Poor Heath, Jac, and Ruri. This didn't turn out well for any of them. In some ways this all seems sort of soap-opera-ish XD!


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Why did it have to hurt so badly? She hadn't meant to trip! It had been an accident! Was this some sort of punishment for some unknown mistake she'd made? The slate and ivory female knew only that her throbbing ankle hurt and that nothing she did stopped the pain in any way. In fact it was when she did nothing that the pain seemed to be at its lowest level. Still, it hurt, and she didn't know what to do. Then a familiar voice shocked her back into reality for a moment, the numbness in her mind disappearing for a moment as she heard Jac's familiar French words streaming forth in a worried fashion. She only understood bits and pieces, but it was obvious that he was concerned. She wasn't angry with him. She couldn't be angry with him. He had thought he was doing the right thing. His actions had hurt her, but still the blind collie girl couldn't be upset with him. "It hurts Jac! I didn't mean to...I just didn't want Heath to leave. He loves me...and I love him, but I love you too," she cried, her frantic mind trying to bargain with someone in order to make the pain in her leg stop. She knew Jac had nothing to do with whether her ankle stopped throbbing or not, but the overriding desire for the pain to cease made her try anything. "Please...just make it stop," she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks, onto her now dirty sweater dress. Her ankle had now swelled up to at least double its normal size and unfortunately it looked like it still had a bit of swelling left to do. Unfortunately for Ruri her first experience with an injury of this variety had been a relatively severe case. She had rolled it in an attempt to keep herself from falling. It was a small miracle that she had not broken the bone. However, the injury was such that she would likely be unable to do much moving around for a few weeks.

The entire night had gone from one of the best nights of her life to one of her worst. Heath had confessed his love for her, but then Jac had interrupted and not listened to her attempt at an explanation. It had all gone downhill from there, culminating with this.







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He knelt awkwardly beside her, snaking his arm about her waist. It had always been a lucky thing that she remained small compared to his height, because it made it easier for him to carry her with only one arm. He hugged her to his chest as he slowly stood, doing his best not to jostle her dangling ankle. She was still so light, even bundled up in the long tunic she had donned. Once the Lautari was nestled safely in the crook of his arm, Jacquez strode evenly back towards the cabin, his possessive needs assuaged by holding her so protectively. Nothing else would hurt her, not on his watch. She was too precious for that.


"It's too easy for you to get hurt out there," he grumbled softly, staring fixedly ahead. He had never imposed any limits on her here in the kingdom, but that twisting sensation of worry resurfaced every time he tried to imagine her lost in the rain, or confronting a stranger at the borders, or now, simply tripping and not knowing how to fall. She was so utterly helpless.


Conflict arose in him, his simple mind unsure how to resolve the unusually complex issue. If she loved Heath and Heath loved her, was it right for them to be together? Would he look after her when Jacquez could not, or would his presence cause more trouble, as it already had? This injury to her ankle was clearly Heath's fault, and could be the first in a line of many. And a man like Jacquez could not picture separating the romantic aspects from the physical side of a relationship, and how could he allow anyone to woo Ruri in to bed? His ears flicked with annoyance, still straining to make sure that the galloping horse and its rider were long gone.


"Ruri..." he sighed, grinding his teeth. How could she say she loved Heath? He would not be a big brother to her, he would be a mate - something she could hardly know much about, given the company she had grown up in. "I don't think you're old enough to have a... lover," he struggled to say without the edge of disdain. He didn't ever want that to happen, selfish as it was. It was too... unnatural. "Hush, no need to cry, the pain will go away on its own," he added quickly, trying to step as smoothly as possible as he cradled her to his chest. Her innocence was what made it alright for him to be so flippant and callous - she always fixed his mistakes, took care of things he would not. She would lose her innocence on this path. She had already been introduced to pain, something he had worked hard to shield her from. And then what would happen to him, once she evolved into something more complete than himself?

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Ruri winced as Jac picked her up, her throbbing ankle feeling like it was trying to rip itself from her leg. She did her best to hold her injured limb in order to keep it from moving, and fortunately Jac's pace was slow enough that she was not jostled by each step. The pain was still there and despite her wishes it didn't seem like it was going to leave anytime soon. Jac mentioned something about how easily she could get hurt and she shook her head in frantic disagreement, still crying from the trauma of the situation. "I *sniff* I'm usually s-so--hick-so careful. I...just l-lost track of where I was," she sobbed. Slowly her cries were lessening until finally she was just crying softly, her body occasionally convulsing from the case of hic-ups she had given herself.

Then Jac addressed her again and she managed to perk up her ears to listen. What he said next she couldn't help but disagree with. She wasn't old enough? She was an adult now. Granted she was quite a bit more innocent-minded than most adult luperci, but she was still an adult. She couldn't voice her opinion, though. She didn't want to argue with Jac. She just wanted someone to comfort her. Jac had been the one to send the evening downhill, but his intentions had been good and she wasn't one to get angry with someone for long. So she just let his comment fall flat, without a response as tears continued to slowly trickle down her face. She didn't want to debate Jac about how she already knew that mated life wasn't all about holding hands and telling each other how much they loved each other. Whether Jac knew it or not she had caught him with a woman once, doing the exact thing he had tried to hide from her. Suffice it to say, she knew how Jontae had come to be, and it wasn't by magic.

Jac's comforting words did quite a bit to ease her sobs, as she finally rested her head on Jac's shoulder, now feeling completely drained of all energy. She doubted she would be able to sleep, as finding a comfortable position with her ankle in its current condition would not be easy.







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