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Domovoi [ Plot Thread #6 ]

POSTED: Fri Jun 13, 2014 8:35 pm

[APR 18] || Dart and Kalju get into a scuffle with some AniWayans, who find them too close for comfort near Three Moons' Ranch and they accuse them of trying to steal their horses.


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It was a relief to pull her hair off her neck, she thought, as she twined her long chocolate strands into a single thick braid down her back. Ocèane finished off the style by sliding a pair of long and thin bluejay feathers behind her ear to stand out strikingly against the dark of her fur and hair. Once done, the woman dropped her arms, her crinkled nose relaxing as the overpowering smell of her Heat lessened once her hair was contained. It wasn’t comforting to know that the older a female got, in no way did the misery of the Heat lessen, and she was once again stuck in a half-exasperated, half-grumbly state. Her flirtiness had fled with her youth, and had left her only the gift of a short temper and sharp tongue as her body heat soared and her smell drenched everything she touched. The Hineyu sighed heavily to herself, and after touching a palm to her forehead in defeat, she rose and pointed her course toward the Three Moons’ Ranch.

Evadne, at least, was in a good enough mood for the both of them. The pale mare trotted right up to Ocèane as she approached the fenced pasture and nuzzled her good-naturedly, even nipping at her braid. The horse’s playfulness managed to pull a grin from the woman, which was a feat in itself. “Osiyo,” She greeted as lightly as she could, the familiar phrase pulling a whinny from Evadne. The mare was a distraction the AniWayan was grateful for, and she continued in stroking her companion gently along her neck and nose.

The crackle was what alerted her. At first, the fire keeper wasn’t alarmed, and turned to glance curiously over her shoulder to who might be approaching. It was when she saw an unfamiliar pair of eyes that her figured became rigid. Of course, she would have never been able to smell the intruder through her own excessive perfume, and now chastised herself for not being more alert of her surroundings. As the trespasser rose from a clever hiding place, Oce was able to identify her as a female, with very prominent traits of coyote, though most likely a hybrid. Her muzzle was laced with a mischievous grin, as though she hadn’t the slightest problem she was so deep into AniWayan territory. Ocèane’s tail began to rise instinctually, her ears flattening and a growl coming to form in the bottom of her throat. Positioned protectively in front of Evadne, she slitted her eyes to icy blue chips, before nearly spitting her next words. “You have trespassed on AniWayan territory.”

“Now, now, gorgeous. A little cranky, are you? That’s just your Heat. You know, I can help that nastiness go away. We could have some fun.” The stranger’s grin widened, and the coydog took a careful step forward, toward Ocèane. Ocèane mirrored her movement in the reverse, stepping backward, the small of her back bumping against the fence posts of the horse pasture. The AniWayan didn’t show the slightest trace a fear, even in her retreat. Lips pulled back to bear sharp fangs, the growl now rumbling in her chest with full force. “I suggest you leave before I escort you. Her voice dripped warning, and her tail lashed.

The loner only put out her lip in a pout, and with a nod of her head, another figure rose from the bushes, this time a male, strongly wolf and vaguely familiar. With a jolt Oce realized he was the same male who’d been prowling the borders days earlier. He’d introduced himself as Kalju, but now his charade of blunt curiosity was disarmed into a dominant and equally mischievous expression. “Why don’t you just hand over your pretty little horse, gorgeous?” Kalju spoke, his companion chiming in beside him. “Yeah, and then we can have some fun, right?” They both advanced another step, and Ocèane’s cool snapped. “I told you to leave, filthy mutts.” She barked, and pitched forward, swinging up her elbow to slam into the female’s diaphragm. Her foe staggered, winded, and the male’s hand came up to backhand Ocèane across the muzzle. Stunned, she took half a step back, attempting to regain her composure, but not in time. “Not going to come nicely, I see.” He hissed, and pounced for the Hineyu, digging his claws into her shoulder, which drew a pained screech from her throat.

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Océane Aston

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POSTED: Mon Jun 30, 2014 1:57 am

OOC: thanks for starting! <3 (+500)

He screamed her name.

He was running as quickly as he could, long limbs galloping in the wide ground-eating strides only a sighthound could perform. The scents of interlopers had crossed the borders – he had just found the proof of their trespass when he heard an all-too familiar voice cry out in pain. Domovoi did not stop to howl for a leader or a partner, nor did he stop when the branches of trees snagged his headscarf and tore it free from his mane. There was no time.

Hot air burned in his lungs as he raced. This was his nightmare. All he had left in this world was Ocèane, Olivia, and Amorette, and already forces conspired to tear them away from him, just as he had lost his siblings one by one, and before that his mother. His thudding heartbeat resounded with the chorus of doubts clamoring in his skull: He wouldn't get there in time, he didn't deserve to have a family, he had already screwed it up, she would die because of him—

The ranch came into sight, and Domovoi did not slow his hurtling pace. The scuffling Luperci were near the horse fence, two against one, and Dom's face contorted into an ugly snarl. The coyote female was familiar – he and Olivia had encountered her before. The male was the one gripping Ocèane by the shoulder, overpowering her, and he became the immediate target. With a roar, Dom crashed his weight against the wolf's back, toppling them both into the grass.

"Get away from her!"

They rolled and thrashed, Dom struggling to claw his way on top, the wolf kicking and biting at the surprise assailant. The Ayastigi's blind rage would have driven him to violently end the trespasser's life, had he not ignored the second thief for too long. Fingers gripped his curly mane and yanked hard, wrenching his neck back to a painful angle so that his snapping jaws closed shut on air. A deft hand caught his arm and bent it behind his back, and the weight of the agile coyote forced his chest toward the ground. The wolf below him seized the opportunity to scramble out of range, and Dom snarled in frustration, crumpled awkwardly beneath the female's lean body.

"Hello again, big boy. Didja miss me? Don't worry, we were just having a bit of fun with your girlfriend. You're free to join in," Dart hummed close to his floppy ear.

Pale eyes flashed over his shoulder to seek Ocèane, ensure she really was alright. Heat scent caught in his flared nostrils, then dread coiled in his stomach as the figure of the male wolf filled his view. "What the hell do you want," Dom managed to choke out, jerking his trapped arm to no avail. Every time he struggled, the coyote shut him down with a hold or a push – she knew what she was doing.

"Heh, just thought we'd lift a few horses, see what we could get away with," the man replied lightly, rolling a shoulder in a casual shrug. "Hard to resist when you keep 'em so close to the border. If they were ours, we'd guard 'em better." He exchanged a meaningful glance with Dart, who chuckled at the statement. Domovoi did not appreciate their shared joke, and growled to drown them out.


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POSTED: Sun Jul 06, 2014 5:03 pm

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It would seem that Océane had not thought through her attack very well. Two angry loners against one woman and her horse; the odds were not in her favor. But it hadn’t mattered, because in the moment her pent up frustration and anger had burst. She was sick and tired of these moronic hags prowling the borders of her home, and there was no way in hell she was going to let them get within ten feet of her daughters. They’d already threatened to steal her precious Evadne, and that simply was not going to do. She had all of the strength of a ferociously territorial mother, and this was one irritation too many. Feeling the air crushed from Dart’s lungs filled her with a sense of victory that was short lived, because she turned to land a strike on the male too late. What had she been thinking? She couldn’t fight two at once, because the moment she landed a blow on one, the other would have used her precious attack time to gain an upper hand. Such became clear when Kalju landed a very blunt smack against her muzzle, causing everything to momentarily blur into one senseless blob. Océane only had time to register that one of her bluejay feathers had fallen from her hair and was being crushed under the man’s foot before white-hot pain was lancing through her arm.

Her immediate cry was cut short by Kalju’s forearm being slammed hard into her throat. Now the Hineyu struggled to breathe, but no air could make it past her compressed windpipe. Océane brought her arms forward to claw and shove her foe away, but her attempts were weakened by a lack of oxygen, and black dots were beginning to crowd the corners of her vision. Strangled noises of the suffocating struggled to surface, but losing consciousness was just seconds away. The last thing she saw was Kalju’s wicked smile before the weight was inexplicably lifted, and Océane crumpled to her knees with her hands in the dirt, sucking in such and amount of air that she made herself light-headed.

Gradually, her vision began to clear, and the Aston managed to sit up, trying to make sense of the scene before her. What she saw was bizarre enough to make her question if she had really passed out and now her fevered mind was showing her these hallucinations. It would explain why Domovoi’s fur seemed to be sparkling, and why the loner pinning him to the ground had three tails. It was only the dull ache of her shoulder and the warm, red liquid running down her arm that convinced her she wasn’t dreaming. In this new light, a sudden rage rose in her chest, and the unearthly elements her under oxygenated brain had created suddenly vanished, and everything was horribly, perfectly clear. Océane was on her feet instantly, surprisingly steady. And then she shot forward, her full force slamming into Dart’s flank. They were both on the ground now, and the Hineyu was quick to bring her knee into the coywolf’s temple. Her foe screeched in pain and outrage, blindly throwing her claws forward where they caught under Océane’s chin. There was a brief sensation of ripping while claws raked down her muzzle, and then she was screaming. The Aston felt more blood drip from her face, and through the agony she snapped her jaws, pleasantly surprised to find them catch around a fragile little wrist, which she quickly crushed. A bloodcurdling howl erupted from Dart’s maw, and she threw her whole body forward, startling Océane enough to where she released her hold on the woman’s now-broken wrist. But Dart was still throwing herself forward, and the Aston was flung back into the dirt, where she struggled to roll over and push herself up on hands and knees, pain and blood making everything unclear. She could only hope Dart hadn’t gone to assist her associate in Domovoi’s defeat.

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Océane Aston

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Ann
Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

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