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Sky Rhiannon · 01-07-2011, 10:27 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language and strong violence starting with the 7th post. Reader discretion is advised.

WC: 538 This here takes place a day after Orin and Shaw do the naughty. Open to onlookers, but mostly for Orin and Sky to duke it out. Go drama!

Sky wasn't stupid. She wasn't deaf, and her nose worked just fine. Her heart and head? Not so much. She'd been up all night previous, and she'd felt the drifting tension of passion and romancing at some point into the later evening. She hadn't been trying to feel it, but she'd been outside and passing by the leader's house at the time, heading home after a quick restocking hunt for her home. After she'd heard and scented it, she'd quickened her pace, hoping that by the time she got home, she'd realize that she'd imagined it.

Sadly, it wasn't the case. She was sitting in a wooden lawnchair on her front deck, watching with a sort of disgust as Orin, oh so happy today Orin, oh so perfect and beautiful Orin, went about her daily chores, occasionally passing by her house without so much as a glance. What's so great about her anyway? Pink hair? Whatever happened to blending in on the hunt? Everytime the girl passed by, Sky slunk lower into her chair, and frowned just a little more. Thinks she's so great, getting the bone from the Alpha. She's not so great. What can she possibly have that I don't!?

Sky started listing off a few things, and though normally it would make her more docile, and lead to a depressive talk with Valinta, the little wolf that had become Sky's close friend, today it just made her more bitter. Food had no taste right now, and she couldn't find the beauty in the artistic town. All she saw was perfect little Orin, and the disgusting smile she wore. I should go talk to Shawchert. Tell him he's made a huge mistake. She blinked, then brought her legs up to her chest, curling her tail around herself. No... No, that would be a bad idea.

Talking to Orin would be a bad idea too. But I want to. I know, I'll wish her well with him. It'll be friendly. No harm done, right? Right. Keep the peace... keep the peace...

Chanting it to herself in her head, the next time Orin walked towards her little spot of land, Sky stood, moving to the railing and leaning on it, tail high in the air and a semi-friendly smile plastered onto her face. "Orin! Got a moment?" Ew. That was just a bit too fake sounding. Little hybrid didn't notice though. She was clenching her teeth not to slap the girl upside the head and start a brawl. The idea of hurting the girl fit well in with her jealousy, but would passive little Sky really start what could end up being Cercatori's first in-pack fight?

She wouldn't try to, anyway. No, it wasn't worth it. If Shawchert wants to bone the bookworm, so be it. I can see past that, right? There's always someone else. I know Jensen and Mars... The idea of rebounding made her sick. No. That's something Dusk would do, not me. I'm not a green-eyed monster. I wouldn't whore myself off for the sake of a... She hated this part the most. ...another broken heart. And that was what set her towards hating miss Orin for now. Talk about sending one's anger the wrong direction.

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Valinta LeStrange · 01-08-2011, 12:01 AM

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Valinta walked down the street in Thornbury, about to show someone, anyone, her new binoculars. She had found them in the hunting lodge, and thought that they were pretty awesome. She saw Sky, and was going to go over and show them off, but the reason to go changed as soon as she saw Sky's mood.
It had to do with the fact that Orin got boned by the alpha. Obviously, shit was going to fly. Along with fur, insults and.... Various things.
But that was the worst case scenario, right? Valinta was about to go talk to Sky when she stood up and addressed Orin. Valinta could see right through the cheery demeanor, Sky Katruk was pissed.
Looking around, Valinta darted across the street to a large tree, and climbed it quickly. She looked through her binoculars to see what was going to happen, because she was sane.
A sane person wouldn't go down and try to stop what would happen.
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Bangle Guffawri · 01-08-2011, 12:32 AM

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You can call me..

ooc: 539 words. GO BITCH FIGHT, GO.

His tree seemed to be the perfect get away place for the coywolf. Winter was all around Thornbury, but with no large snow storms blowing through, Bangle couldn't resist getting outside for some fresh air. It gave him time to think, and he felt safe and secluded up in the large oak branches. The male was humming to himself, his eyes closed, one knee drawn up to his chest and the other dangling freely. His jewerly jingled only slightly, the tune giving the snowy scene around him a more seasonal environment. Things seemed still that day, and Bangle wasn't the only one that felt it.

Every wolf knew what had gone on the night before. Everyone heard it. And if they didn't, they heard of it. Cercatori d'Arte was small, and word got around quickly. Bangle nearly smiled to himself that previous night, with a dose of encouragement all his own in his home: 'You get 'em, friend!'. What the coywolf didn't know, however, was that love was even more powerful than the needs of the body, and that night was to never happen. And possibly never would again. But the traveler was understanding of this situation, especially when one traveled as often as the coyote mix did. One simply had needs to fulfill, but Bangle simply woke up early the next morning and strolled away from possible commitment. Hell, he probably had some bastard children somewhere, but he didn't rightfully care.

What it did make him think of, though, was Skye. Perfect white fur set against bright, russet hair. A pit in his stomach formed, then, and his throat swelled up, remembering then how long ago they had seen each other, since that strange and yet wonderful encounter. That was partly why Bangle stayed at home or in his tree most of the time, any way to get away from her. The traveler had passed by her house a few times, but had never felt so nervous as to even glance in that direction. But why.. why was he so nervous? Why was he avoiding her? Wasn't she just like every other female?

That's when his large, bat-like ears caught the sound of a female's voice. Bangle opened one eye and peered through the snow-kissed leaves at a wolf on the porch, who seemed to be trying to get Orin's attention. He had run into Orin a few times, but never this other female. The traveler thought he heard from someone that her name was Sky, but it reminded him too much of the one that seemed to be holding him back from taking off. But he was still here, wasn't he? The sound of this female's voice, however, didn't seem like she was calling the pink haired female, if she was nearby, for any friendly kind of chat.

He twisted his white hued neck over to the store where Orin set up shop, just across from his own abode, but did not see any pink haired female walking past. It wasn't to say, though, that she couldn't be anywhere.. her scent seemed to linger all over Thornbury that day. Orange yellow eyes cast themselves back down on the scene with the other female, leaning over in anticipation.

"Slickmaw"

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Orin Takekuro · 01-08-2011, 01:44 PM

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wc 1,026

The Takekuro woman rose with the sun that morning as the warm, golden tendrils of light spilled in through any little crack or split it could find in the window coverings in Shawchert's hut. She was taken by the gentle calmness of the morning and the feeling of the warm sliver of light that played across her face and highlighted her golden eyes, and for a moment she laid still in the bed, waking but unmoving, enjoying the peace that had overcome her from the night before. It had been her first time. She had not even been aware that a tension was building in her little body until it had been released. The world felt brand new; she felt reborn. Yeah, she really needed that lay.

There was another warmth beside her and her eyes flicked to take in the sight of her slumbering lover. He was the alpha, and even if they had not formed an official mateship, he was now her lover. She watched as the sun rose and littered more of its life giving light onto the little clearing, and the thread of light that had snaked through the window and awoken her was now creeping onto Shawchert's visage. Last night had done as much good for him as it had for her. She had discovered her Alpha the day before in a terrible state, mourning the loss of love. Orin had been there, and wanted to be there for him, for her seasons of reading novels left her with a deep and driving sense of empathy. There had been a moment there where they were what each other needed, the deepest need of all was the trust of a friend.

A small smile played on Orin's muzzle. Shawchert was quite a perfect choice for her first time. He had every quality that she admired in the heroes of her books. He was handsome, gentle, kind, friendly, but was not afraid to quickly dispatch the bad guy. He had even saved her life once... or at least kept her from sustaining a very bad leg injury the day he found her stuck in the apple tree. She lifted a petite finger and brushed his cheek, but the male was still sleeping soundly.

“Well, can't sit around here all day...” she whispered to herself, and slipped out of bed. She did not want to wake Shawchert. He had been hurting the night before and needed his rest now, so she exercised her natural grace and slipped out of their love nest without a sound. She grabbed her backpack and wrote a quick note:

Sweet Prince,

I am off to take care of some chores. Will you meet me after sundown at my shop?

Your Princess,

Orin

xoxo

She left the little note on the table and slipped out of the hut, forgetting to take her purple shawl.

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By the time she reached Thornbury there was a spring in her step that, no matter how lively she had been before, was brand new. She slipped onto the streets of the pack's town entering in the middle of the U-shaped shopping district, and walked a straight path to her bookstore. She did not want to dawdle today, and there were tasks to be done, many repairs that her bookstore still needed. She made quick business of unpacking her satchel and stood upon the stoop of her bookstore while she wrote a list of the materials she needed, and then began going about rifling through the unclaimed shops. She made many trips back and forth, occasionally humming to herself. That latent, innate grace in her tiny body shone through with each fluid step. Sometimes when she moved quickly enough it was as though she was dancing. Her chores went uninterrupted for a time and she was proud of all that she was accomplishing.

She had no clue that she had a distant stalker until the voice rang. She was out on the back patio beating the dust motes off of an old rug when Sky's voice trilled over to her. Her ears twisted first, and then she raised her gaze to peer over at Sky. Essentially, they were neighbors, although Bangle's tree was closer, and from the rear of her shop she had a clear view of Sky's home. In her typical greeting she raised a hand and waved at Sky with a smile. “Sure, Sky...” she replied, not realizing anything was amiss.

She laid the carpet down on the stone stairs and smacked her hands together to rid herself of the dust, then trotted towards Sky's house. Perhaps something was amiss, she began to realize, as she covered the ground between their homes. Why would Sky be calling her over in the middle of her chores? Surely Orin was happy to have the company of any of her pack mates, but when she replayed it in her head she thought she caught something wrong in Sky's voice. Like there was too much control, like her tone had been forced and failed. Her path took her nearly right under Bangle's tree, but she was preoccupied with the small woman and did not notice the coy-wolf looking on from his perch. She pranced up to Sky, all smiles and curiosity.

You see, when it came to Sky's love of their alpha, Orin was clueless. She was not one to be very in tune with gossip (though surely a future as a pack historian would change that soon) and had only met Sky once before, at the bonfire. If she had known, perhaps she would have been more cautious in her approach. Or perhaps she would not have made love to Shawchert at all... But that was not fair, either, for Shawchert was Orin's hero, and she had just as much right to love the man as Sky did.

“What can I do for you?” She tilted her head with the question as she stood before Sky. A broad smile crossed her muzzle that could have been mistaken for gloating, since now and in such close proximity Shawchert's scent was thick on Orin's coat.

Sky Rhiannon · 01-08-2011, 02:03 PM

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DING DING DING! Round one! Ready...?

Yuck. That smile was a disgusting thing to Sky. But the little hybrid kept her own smile on, glad that the white wolf had come trotting over, happily unaware of how much Sky was screaming on the inside. The way the wolfdog's eyes never left the white pelt of the girl would've been eerie, almost. But then, she spoke. "So, you and Shawchert, hm?" Ouch. Simply spoken, the tiny sentence was dripped in venom, though that smile was still oh-so-nice. "I suppose you're happy with your new-found lover?"

She leaned forward a bit more, losing that sunny disposition entirely. Now that smile was dark, and for the first time, Sky almost looked frightening. She looked like Dusk. Like their mother. "Oh, I do hope you enjoy him. Every. Last. Drop. Of him." That venom was obvious now. So was Sky's intentions. A threat? No. A warning, more like it.

"I hope that when you look into those blue eyes of his, you see the perfect mate. Absolutely perfect." And here came the warning, dark and cold, laced with that intoxicating venom from before. Any guys liking bad girls would love Sky so much right now. Half-lidded icey gaze locked onto Orin's own, and she whispered. "Because if you hurt him. If you break his heart. I'll be there, and you'll regret the day you ever step foot in Thornbury." Ooooh, was that an accent laced under her words? The old accent her mother and sister would speak in. Very nicely added. Very sinister, indeed.

Sky remained that close to Orin, gaze locked, daring her to retort badly. Sky wasn't usually the dominant type, but when it came to someone threatening her chance at happiness, threatening to take away all the attention Shawchert gave her? Well, that was a different story. Let Orin and Shawchert be happy together. She didn't care. So long as Orin knew what she had coming to her if she so much as hinted towards making him unhappy in any way. The first sign of trouble, and Sky would be watching, waiting for her to mess up.

...actually, not likely. But right now, that's precisely what Sky had in mind for the white packmate. As much as they'd become friends otherwise, she wasn't so sure if they'd ever stop being enemies after this. Shawchert is not some toy to fuck with, little ragdoll girl. You don't look at him like I do. You're not in love. Why are you doing this!?

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Orin Takekuro · 01-08-2011, 02:56 PM

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ooc Oh snap! wc 742

She cocked her head at Sky's first question and the hex-laced words were not lost on her. At first she simply nodded, caught off guard by the nature of the confrontation. Was she possibly misreading this? Was Sky just asking, to be happy for her? The spite that was weaved into her voice spoke a resounding NO. Orin knew in that instant that this was no 'I'm happy for you' speech. This was wrong, this was not normal at all. She had nothing to say and so stood stark still as Sky leaned forward and the new rivals were suddenly face to face.

There was a horrible scent coming off Sky, too. It was her emotions, and if silly, nose-blind Orin was able to notice them then they must be strong. Sky's scent was laced with anger and another subtle undertone... hurt. She had detected the same ting in Shawchert's scent yesterday, and all at once Orin understood what this was about.

Orin, usually so happy-go-lucky, peppy, bright, and playful Orin transformed in that moment. No one in Cercatori d'Arte had ever seen Orin like this because they never had reason to. The Takekuro woman always had a smile on her face that could shame the sun, and a cheery disposition that could give you cavities. But what many people did not know about her was that Orin also had a temper. Shawchert had seen a sleight streak of it, though it had been nothing big at the time. She was quick to be happy, but she was almost just as quick to be maddened when there really was a right. The only other person who had seen her anger in full swing was not here to bear warning of Orin's scrappiness. Niro used to do most of the fighting for her, but when it came down to fight or flight, suddenly Orin's dictionary had one less word.

Her bright expression darkened as her almond shaped eyes narrowed into angry, pointed slits. Her eyebrows pursed together and her maw twisted into a scowl that was entirely out of place on the woman's face. She held her ground, not backing up a step as Sky closed in on her. She was steady except for a slight occasional twitch of her tail, which in that moment was beginning to meet Sky's own posturing challenge and curl. No, not tuck between her legs, but curl up to rise to the primal challenge of dominance.

Sky kept boring into her with her words, striking a chord. Her blood boiled as she closed her hands into fists, then opened them again, flexing her arms an an effort to keep from throwing the first blow. Later she would react to the meanness in Sky's words with sadness, but for now she matched her anger inch by inch.

“How dare you say that. How dare you say that about me or about your alpha.” Her voice was low and she was trying hard to control it, keep it steady against the anger that coursed through her. “What is this? What is this crap?” Her lip peeled back in an ugly sneer. “Clearly someone's jealous.”

“Oh, yes, I enjoyed him. I enjoyed every. Last. Inch. Of him.” She repeated in a manner that was much like Sky's deliver. “I enjoyed every last drop. Every last touch. All fucking night.”

She leaned back for just a moment to look Sky up and down, disgust in her eyes, then she leaned back in, matching her daring stare. “You think you're just going to step in here and scare me away? Run me off from my prince? Don't even think about it, you're the one who's going to be sorry.” She chuckled lightly. It was an evil, taunting thing that did not belong anywhere near Orin. “As a matter of fact, it looks like you already are. One sorry, sore, loser!”

Upon that last, digging insult, Orin turned her back on Sky (unintentionally swatting her with her tail in the process) and began to walk away. Her head held high and her slow walk pointed, wrought with a saunter that was tailored for a situation just like this. Now she was gloating with the swagger in her hips, the set of her shoulders, and the steadiness with which she walked. And in doing so Orin was telling her that Sky clearly was not worth her time.

Sky Rhiannon · 01-08-2011, 03:23 PM

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FIGHT!

Like ice. Blue eyes burned like a frost-bit flame as Orin continued on about how great it had been, and belittled Sky right there. Sky didn't back down. She stood there, tail twitching at a high stance, ears forward, and now, hackles bristling. That smile wasn't there anymore. Replaced with a subtle snarl, showing off the tips of her canine teeth. She was dangerously silent as Orin finished, turning and letting her tail swat against Sky's stomach. Girl was sauntering off like some sort of praised princess.

Not for long, she wasn't. That hint of a snarl became a full fledged one, silent though, showing off sharp teeth. "I'll tell him just that at your burial, bitch." Laced words were loud enough for Orin to hear walking away, and it acted as the only warning to what came next. Those long, lean legs and thick coat weren't for show. Hybrid launched herself at Orin, not very gracefully, claws out and form shifting as she moved. Never before had the pack seen Sky in her Secui form, but now they had a chance to.

Her goal was to knock Orin down face-first. If that worked, she'd dig in retractable claws in hopes of keeping her down. Otherwise, if she couldn't find a good grip, she'd dart away and turn to face her, tail high and teeth bared, sharp claws digging into the dirt. "You honestly think a bitch like you deserves him!? What did you do, drug his drink!?" Ouch. Her voice wasn't laced anymore; with her Secui form came a more feral voice, choked with a constant undertoned growl that came with the half-formed build.

And she wasn't small anymore. Anyone who'd seen her in her lupus form knew that Sky wasn't a small wolf on four legs. Her size just didn't change very much from lupus, secui to optime. Rather, standing at a dangerous 90 cm, with long legs and a slender build, girl could probably outrun most of her kin easily. Gotta thank daddy for that one.

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Orin Takekuro · 01-12-2011, 03:26 AM

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OOC *cue Mortal Kombat theme* wc 619

Call it inexperience. Call it stupidity. Whatever you call it, Orin was caught unawares by the attack.

Her back had been to Sky and she had not seen the girl's first movement. Orin had never been a part of a confrontation like this, though she had read about them frequently in the dramatic novels. Once she had even read a silly human romance novel that had a similar plot as this one, but involved several more women. At the time she thought it was silly and that no one would ever act like that. Well, not only was Sky perfectly perpetuating one of the parts, Orin herself had played another to a T.

The Katruk woman slammed into her back full force, not a bit of the lunge deflected by Orin. The ivory Luperci was flung forward and the only thing that saved her from a broken nose was the layer of snow powder that blanketed the streets of Thornbury. It probably saved her from a broken rib and a few other extensive, unpleasant injuries too.

For a moment she could not breathe, nose buried into the snow, but luckily as Sky pressed on her back the thin snow beneath her began to compact, and she found room to turn her head to the side. “What the hell are you doing you crazy bitch!” She shouted, and the shock and terror in her voice were real and unhidden.

The snow continued to pack beneath her as Sky pressed harder on her back. With one eye she could see the woman in her transformed state, and somehow spared a second to marvel at how quickly she had changed. Orin would be better off if she could change, too, but even with all her recent practicing she would never have had time to shift her form before Sky shifted it for her. Small red lines began to seep through her fur on her shoulder and a coppery scent oozed into the air, the first scratches from Sky's claws. She had to think fast if she was to get out of this.

Being small was the one thing she knew how to do with complete precision. Sky was actually smaller than the petite Takekuro girl in her Optime state, but now with Sky shifted to Secui Orin was the tiny one. She felt the snow shift beneath her again and she acted on it immediately. One hand dug into the snow and tightened around the ice while she utilized the small bit of extra space to twist. She jerked at her midsection, summoning the strength (though not without feeling a pain in the muscle of her back as she did so) to twist beneath Sky, and punched her fist towards Sky's face. She aimed for the woman's eyes, and within her own hand was the clump of snow... and dirt.

If her attack landed and temporarily incapacitated her attacker, Orin would take the moment to wriggle out from underneath Sky's long legs. But despite the 'surprise' attack (that she should have seen coming a mile away), she was not about to back down. If she could just get out from beneath the woman she would be able to combat her for at least a little while. Here is where her natural grace and speed would come into play...

“You only wish I had drugged him,” she spat. “How does it feel that deep down inside you know that I didn't? Oh no. He wanted me for me. When did all this come about anyway, Sky? How long have you loved our alpha? Maybe if you weren't such a little chicken shit you wouldn't be in this situation right now!”

Sky Rhiannon · 01-12-2011, 01:48 PM

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+493 Sky, since when did you care about the pack? :/

Okay, ow. Sky saw it coming, and closed her eyes, twisting her head away. Still, the impact of the smaller girl's fist to her jawbone hurt, and she shook a bit, losing her grip. Orin was gone from underneath her, and Sky was left to snarl at her, readying herself for whatever attack the foreign-named girl sent her way. "Since the week I met him, actually." Though she'd normally die down a bit at this part, girl kept the venom in her growled voice. "You wanna know why I didn't make a move?"

She circled around, flagging her tail high in the air. "He's the alpha of a new pack, you dumb shit. His priorities are to the pack. He shouldn't be worried about choosing a mate yet, and you've probably sent him over the edge with stress because of what you did." It was true, and that was probably what hurt the most. Shawchert should've been focusing on recruiting and dealing with new members. The pack didn't have pups yet, and it was the middle of winter. There was too much stress to be worried about mating. "I waited. I was going to wait until Spring to tell him, when he wouldn't be overworked."

She stopped moving now, and it was clear that her tone was dying down a bit. The venom, slowly, leaving her voice. "If you gave two shits about him, you'd have waited too." Then, just as quickly, that venom came back for another go. "But you just couldn't keep your cunt to yourself, could you? Try thinking of the fucking pack before your fucking sexlife next time. What happens if you get pregnant, you dumb cunt!?"

Sky moved a paw up to her face, and licked the blood of it, still tense and eyeing the other girl, ready in case she moved in for a stupid attack. Secui formed rogue vesus and Optime formed princess? Sky had no doubts she could kick this girl's ass if she really tried. "So tell me, Orin. Who were you thinking of when you fucked him? Yourself?" Then, her voice dropped into one of sheer disappointment and disgust. "Or were you even thinking past how great it felt?" The look in the wolfdog's eyes spat out unspoken insults. Everything about the white-furred girl's situation disgusted her.

That screaming. The agonizing screaming in Sky's head... it wouldn't go away now. He's mine, damn it! She stole him! Stole what was mine! Sky called Orin selfish, but deep down, that screaming voice was the most selfish thing in the pack. "Did you even stop to think about how distracted from his pack he might get? What about the rest of us? We need a focused leader." Come to think of it, since when had Sky stopped to think about the pack? Her words were... slightly keened towards justice, but... but were they really meant towards the pack? Even Sky believed they were right then.

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Orin Takekuro · 01-12-2011, 03:52 PM

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OOC Looks like they might not have to be broken up. Or they can go for another round! haha Your call! wc 1,115

In a stroke of luck her fist full of snow and dirt landed, though a little off it's mark. She did not jam painful sand granules into Sky's eyes for the girl had seen the attack, but the snow and dirt that did not fly from her hand with the attack added weight to her punch and was just enough to make the Secui pause and reel for a moment. The second the weight of the paws lightened on her back, Orin wriggled out from underneath Sky. She bounded on all fours despite being in her Optime mode like the Werewolves of old, then spun to face Sky and stood on two feet again. Her arms were out at her sides and she was carefully bent at all the important areas, poised to spring forward or dodge to the side in the event of another attack. At this distance Orin would be able to see her coming and hopefully make the right move. As Sky began to circle Orin countered it, pacing the circle as well to keep Sky from having her back again.

And then Sky started up again. Orin rolled her eyes as the girl started going again, though in all fairness she was just answering the question Orin posed. Still, she would not have minded one bit if the girl would just shut up and get over herself already.

“Oh please! Listen to yourself! 'His priorities are to the pack.' Well of course they are to the pack but what about himself? It's people like you-” she jabbed an accusatory pointer finger towards Sky “-that whittle down great leaders like him. Yes, he is the alpha. He has to be 'on' for us one-hundred percent of the time. What does that leave him for himself? Nothing! If he worked like you wanted him to he would be dead from the stress in a year. Get off your high horse and start thinking of someone else for a change.

“Look at all the good your waiting has done. If it wasn't for you there would be no mess here. If you hadn't come along today like a cat that's lost its mouse everything would be fine. But now what? Look,” she waved her hand towards Bangle's tree. At some point she had finally noticed the coy-wolf. “There are witnesses. Now, instead of going on with life like we would have, you're going to break pack law, attack his lover, and send gossip through the whole pack!

“Yes, I was thinking about him, Sky. You need to get some shit straight in that bat-shit crazy head of yours!” She screwed her finger near her temple for a moment to accentuate her point. Her eyes bored into Sky, expecting the next lunge. She watched carefully for any last muscle jerk that would foretell another attack. “And I was thinking about the rest of the pack, too. And yeah, I won't lie, I was thinking of myself, too! You should have seen him yesterday. Something had happened that made our strong Luperci alpha crumble to his knees, and it was not me. What that was is not my business to tell, just like this wasn't your business to spread to the whole pack! If he wants to tell you then he can himself. But when I went to his house yesterday I didn't find the same Shawchert that puts on that friendly face and that strong man act every day. I found a tortured man. And I helped him. I helped me friend. And maybe in a way he helped me too, but that is all.”

She fell silent for a moment, some of the momentum leeched from her words with her last statement. That is all. Her angered expression mutated for a moment, a look of bewilderment crossing her face. That... that was all. That is all it was. Shawchert and I are not mates. I love him because he is my friend. And I'm fighting for him now because he is my friend and alpha...

That still did not change the fact that Sky had enraged her, and was doing so further with every pitiful word. So she did not stop when her heart told her to. She probably could fix this now, but this had become a battle of pride. For both herself and for Sky. This was not about love.

“To be honest, though,” she started again. Sky had stopped to groom her paw and Orin was pacing slowly towards her now, her head low and her eyes digging for blood. “To be completely honest with you, Sky, because we are pack and there are no secrets among pack... No, at the time, I wasn't thinking about anything other than how good it felt! And Shawchert wasn't, either.” With that she surged forward, her foot-paws lunging off the snow and sending her sailing at Sky. A hand lashed out, open palmed, aiming to land one hearty bitch slap to the face before dancing backwards and out of slashing range, unless Sky had a quick parry to the blow.

That was when something Sky said hit her. She had completely ignored it earlier. Orin turned, retreating, trying to skitter away from Sky again and to the ring that they had trampled in the snow as the words echoed endlessly in her ears... What happens if you get pregnant...? A hand dropped to her belly and her eyes went wide. She had no reason to think she was pregnant, and if she would be she probably wasn't even officially pregnant yet, but she words had hit home. The anger had melted from her visage and she turned her eyes back to Sky to watch for the woman's next move, but her honey colored gaze was now round and a miasma of emotion. She threw her hand into the air, palm out to signal a time-out.

“Stop! What if... what if I am?” It would have been a cowardly way out of the fight, but that was not what Orin was looking for. If it was just that she wanted out of the fight she could have continued on, could have pretended that she really thought she was and that Sky would be attacking the mother of the alpha's pups. That she could hurt Shawchert's children if she kept on. But Orin wasn't looking for a cheap way out of the fight. Every inch of her fiber wanted to collide with Sky and tear at her fur until the woman looked like a mange victim. But she just couldn't get the possibility out of her head.

Sky Rhiannon · 01-12-2011, 06:49 PM

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+609 K.O. Winner: Their maternal instincts. xD

Orin responded with sharp remarks, and Sky glared, that icey gaze only intensifying. Yeah yeah, people were watching. So what? She went on about how Shawchert could only handle so much pack mentality. Hybrid knew that just fine. "Lover my ass. One-time fuck buddy, at best." Sky stuck out her tongue, scrunching up her nose in distaste. Ew.

Orin went on about how Shawchert had been upset when he came to her, and Sky surprisingly listened to each word, though she still had a scrunched up face about it. Then, she finished, sort of, and Sky couldn't help the sick smirk that curled onto her semi-feral face. "This is all, isn't it, Orin?" It had been what Sky had been taunting her about before, in a way. "Friends with benefits doesn't fly with alphas, dearest. Might wanna apologize next time you see 'im. Heh." Oh, this was too good...

Way too good, actually. Orin suddenly started on again, just as Sky paused to lick the blood off of her paw. The white girl suddenly launched herself forward, aiming an attack at her face again. Well shit. Slamming her paw down, wolfdog tried to back out of range, but the hit came. Claws and palm slapped hard against her face. It stung. She snarled out, shaking her head to try and ease the pain away. Fucking god damn... Hybrid girl was about to strike back, but then...

Then Orin seemed to have realized what Sky had said about being pregnant... it was as if all the fight in her slowly faded away. Blue eyes gleamed with a sudden fear; what if she'd hurt their children from this? No, no, it was too soon to do that. Too soon for her to know for sure. Nothing would happen to hurt the pups, if Orin turned out pregnant. The medic and mother in Sky overtook the fight in her, and she sat down, ears perking and eyes widening a bit.

What the hell are we even fighting for!? Upper canines sank into her lower lip, drawing blood. This is just pointless. None of this makes sense. She's my frickin' packmate for gods' sake. Blue eyes gleamed with a sudden realization. ...she's hurt now. Gods, let her forgive me. All thoughts of hating her were out the window. Secui-formed girl risked shutting her eyes to shift back into Optime, now a slower thing to do since she'd used up her energy quite a bit.

Shifting was finished, and she opened her eyes, crouching on the ground, and covering her body, now stark. "Orin... shit, Orin, I'm sorry... I..." Hybrid girl fell silent, then stood, shaking her head. "That whole fight was bullshit. Look, let me see your back, and I can fix you up. I don't want to be enemies, Orin..." No guy was worth such horrible fighting. No guy was worth killing kids over, even if the risk was extremely low. Not even Shawchert.

He'd been suffering when he came to her... I wonder what had happened? Then, She wasn't the only one at fault. I shouldn't blame her... no, I won't blame her anymore. Sky touched a hand to her cheek, where blood stained her brown and tan fur from Orin's attack. ...I deserve this. She winced, and then spoke again. "Listen, if you... if you do turn out to be... pregnant... this shouldn't... effect the kid... or kids. If it does, I give you total permission to maim me in whatever you see fit." She spread her arms out, and lowered her head a bit. "No more. I don't know how, but... but maybe I'll make it up to you. Please, Orin..."

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Orin Takekuro · 01-13-2011, 05:01 PM

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OOC haha Oops! Apology not accepted! Gives us more to to do later. Wink wc 701

“Apologize to him? I have nothing to apologize for,” she sneered at the thought. What was wrong with this woman? Why couldn't she understand that Shawchert, their alpha, was perfectly capable of making his own decisions and could take responsibility for his actions. Nothing that had happened last night was thanks to either one of them, but was a mutual agreement between both of them. It had been beautiful, for what it was. When she left Shawchert's house early that morning she fancied herself the alpha's lover, but now she realized that it was not so. She and her friend had comforted each other in a primeval way. It was beautiful. And that was all it was ever going to be.

She watched as Sky's expression mutated as the reality of the situation began to set in and overtake her rage. Now she was finally starting to think clearly. Unfortunately it was too late, so much damage had already been done. Not only physical, but a rift had been ripped open in the pack bonds. Orin relaxed slightly as she watched the fight fade from Sky's eyes, but she did not brave a step towards the girl. She did not care to, she wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Whatever drove her to this madness, even if it had been in the name of love, was no excuse for it. Orin had been just as willing to fight back, too, and would have gladly kept up the battle had it not been for the thought. Whatever was in Sky, even if it truly was dying out now, was a thing she did not want any part in, and it showed in the way she looked at the Katruk woman.

Finally her posture shifted as she grew certain that Sky's words were genuine, and she relaxed and stood up straight again. Now another feeling washed over her and she felt the onslaught of tears sting her eyes. She blinked against them, hating herself in that moment for wanting to cry. She was so angry, so embarrassed, so afraid. This was not how it was supposed to be!

She grinded her teeth together and tried to keep steady, holding back the torrent of emotion that threatened to to overwhelm her. Orin heard Sky's apology but had no forgiveness for the woman. When Sky said something about her back, the Takekuro woman reached over her shoulder and felt the wetness there. When she brought her hand back blood covered her pads. She knew she had been cut but in her anger had hardly felt the scratches until now. She looked down at her hand a moment, her eyes going dark, and then she shook her head and looked back at Sky. “No. No. You're not touching me.” She said in a low, measured voice. It was not fearful, only maddened and emotive. “I wouldn't trust you to tend my wounds. I'd sooner dig out my eyes. I can do it myself.”

Sky had seen the pointlessness of the fight and the damage it would do to the pack, but sadly it had come too late. It was clear by the look on Orin's face that she meant what she said. She was no longer trying to antagonize Sky with empty words; a true ripple had started Orin meant what she said.

“You can spare me your advice,” she said, still shaking her head. “It's worthless coming from you. If there are going to be pups, and you caused them harm, I don't care if I am only his friend... something tells me it wouldn't be me you'd have to worry about.”

With that she turned and headed off. She made a wide arc around Sky that looked to be far more out of revulsion than out of any residual fear. She ignored the man that she knew was in the tree, not even glancing to see his reaction to all this, she simply stalked towards her bookstore and slipped inside. The door slammed behind her, and shortly thereafter came the sound of wood scraping on floorboards as Orin barricaded her door and locked herself inside.

Sky Rhiannon · 01-13-2011, 05:24 PM

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+ 267 End thread, at least for me and Orin. Onlookers can continue if they so wish.

Sky narrowed her eyes a bit, ears flicking back in annoyance. Stubborn mule. Fine. Be that way. The wolfdog girl listened silently as Orin spoke, protesting her aid, and then going as far as to threaten her on behalf of Shawchert. It made her lip pull back on one side, a sort of irritated glare coming out as Orin moved back to her home, and eventually barricaded herself inside. The irritation stayed with her a few moments longer, as she stared at the white girl's door, thoughts running through her head.

Might as well leave. Orin's obviously his favorite. You don't belong to a pack, and you might as well admit it now, deary. This isn't home anymore, and it never was. That voice again. Orin's kids will be defective, and you'll be the cause. Shawchert will rip you a new spine for hurting their kids together. What hope do you have? No, she thought, that's not true. It was an accident. Accident my ass. You meant every action. Every word. You hate her.

Sapphire eyes clouded over a bit, and that irritated look faded into a sort of blank darkness. No I don't. I don't hate her. Well then, princess, who do you hate? She closed her eyes, knowing full well the answer. Something was murmured out loud, before the hybrid lifted her shoulders and walked back to her home, heading inside and locking the door behind her. Still, what she'd spoken was a lingering echo in the taught tension outside. A reminder of what had just occured. Lingering hatred...

....I don't hate her... I hate myself....

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