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hows this for short c:

The sun was nearing its pinnacle by the time Keese found himself back within the boundaries of the court. He had been out on yet another one of his fort nights away from the pack lands. Something that had been becoming more and more frequent as Anann remained as frigid as ever. Though as he walked along quite happily the golden woman was far from his mind. A satisfied smirk set on his face, thumbs hooked in his pockets as he strolled casually along. A lit cigarette held between two of his fingers. The madam he had met, and spent the night with, had been kind enough to give him a couple of the rolled treats as well as few spare matches to go with him. He was not an avid smoker, but at the moment it seemed rather fitting after the night he had. The smell of the other woman and the pleasures they had both partaken in clung to his fur, but he would find a stream to removed such evidence before he ever reached Anann’s cabin, knowing he had at least one stream to cross first, if he did not just simply take a dive in the ocean itself. Surely that salty scent would mask anything.

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set lord knows where


He wiped his hands clean of the tar mixture he had been experimenting with. There were plenty of pines in this place and it was more than enough for him to find several trees to heat up to make tar for his boat. It was a long process, but he now had no shortage of charcoal to use, which he would eventually compress and make into sketch sticks for anyone art savvy. Perhaps as a gift to that art pack. Anatoliy was sure that he would have plenty of charcoal left after he found his perfect tar mix, and even then it would require multiple pots to fully tar the boat he had found to make sure it was water tight.


Of course, he headed home for the day, leaving his boat covered near the shed. But through the trees he could see and smell the bastard. Try as he might avoid them both, it was hard to do. But this time, this time he growled softly, smelling someone else. However, there was no one else there. It smelled as though he had had someone else about him that was not the golden woman. So naturally, he approached him. "Coming home a little late, aren't you, you bastard?" he hissed, arms crossed. He still had his knife on him, but he never left home without it.


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The monotone man's mind was in the clouds as he took another drag from the cigarette held between his fingers. Day dream back to the night prior, or at least what he could remember of it. Pulling the cig away from his lips he looked at the cherry tipped end topped in ash a moment before giving a it a light flick, sending the ash to scatter in the breeze. A gray ear twitched and he almost thought he had a heard a growl. If he, it had been faint and he shrugged it off without so much as a second thought.

His mood was rather pleasant after a night of heavy drinking and what he remembered as a rather decent lay, but a soon as he caught sight of the Russian male it was all ruined. The satisfied smile quickly dropping to a scowl and his nose crinkled in the beginnings of a snarl. He could feel the tingle of his hackles starting to lift at the nape of his neck. He took a long drag from the cigarette, finishing its length before pinching the lit end and flicking it away. Resisting the urge to scoff, this fucking place was hardly home. "Perhaps. What the fuck do you care?" Yellow eyes glaring sharply at the other man. Neither of them seeming to bother to conceal their mutual hatred.


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Anatoliy watched the man flick the cigarette away and his disdain grew. Didn't he know that fires started that way? With callous disregard for what one did with objects that burned? Plenty of homes in the cities burned now and then because the inhabitants had been too stupid to put out cigarettes and candles. A shed back home had burned down that way too, with a candle toppling and lighting the wooden walls aflame. The bastard. He careless tossed it away before putting out the lighted end against a rock or in the dirt. He could have tossed it in the water if he wanted to be safe. But no, he tossed it.


The Russo could smell all the sins on the man's body hanging in the air about him. Drink was the strongest, pouring off him like water from Aquarius. The tobacco was the next, but it was fading slowly, still overpowered by the booze. Beneath all that was the strange smell of the unnamed female. That was what really got the man angry."Vhat? Anann isn't enough voman for you? Or is she too voman for you and you can't handle her?" he smirked, his good will toward people fading fast in the presence of the monster who tore her from him. "Vhy spend zhe night far from her if not to sleep vith a voman zhat cannot live up to her? Also, don't zhrow zhose aside like zhat. You'll start a fire."


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oh yes he did

As far as Keese was concerned, the cigarette had been sufficiently snuffed between the callous pad of his fingers and he had not given it a second thought since. He smirked a bit, becoming amused at how quickly this Russian always seemed so quick to anger and puff out his chest. But that was all it ever amounted too. He was a brute in size and strength, true enough, but he did have the heart for it. Or heartlessness rather, either way.

Ah, Anann. ”Anann has always had all her many sparring partners, so why shouldn’t I?” The slight smirk on his maw grew just ever so slightly. The woman always seemed to surround herself with males and yet always oblivious to how they pined after her as this man obviously did. Keese took great pride in knowing that he was Anann’s first, and only, for no one else was allowed to lay hand on her, the sparring ring was the one exception. As for his infidelities, he had never bothered to hide them from the woman. He was encouraged to spread his line and Anann was nothing but a barren bitch. One litter was not much promise of an heir for his own bloodline.

”You were one of them, weren’t you?” He was fishing now. Feeling cocky enough that there was little this bastard would physically do to him he casually took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them. ”Your cur stench was all over her when I got here.” He was not certain, but he had noticed her scent had changed since he had first arrived. He suspected this was not the only fellow she had cut contact with and it was hard to pinpoint what was missing. Anatoliy certainly wasn’t the only one that felt protective over the golden woman. He had learned that the hard way on more than one occasion. “At least she had the sense to toss you aside like the trash you are.” He shoved past the larger man, ”All the better if this fucking place burned to the ground.”

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I'm changing his lingual patterns juuust a tad

That was way too harsh, far too harsh. The Russian man bared his teeth in a silent growl, wondering where this man came off. He claimed to care for Anann, but all he had shown so far was entitlement issues and a piss poor attitude. "Sparring partners? Is zhat vhat ye call yer whores?" he answered, rather bitingly. He would not deign to address his claims that Anann was a slut. He knew with whom she had sparred with here, and he trusted all of them to keep hands to themselves; most were mated men anyway. There was never fear in Anatoliy's heart for his woman's virtue with her in their capable hands. But he feared for more than her virtue at the hands of this monstrous grey brute. "I suppose it is nicer zhen calling zhem yer sluts."


"I vas not her whore if zhat is vhat you mean," he countered, rather haughtily. There had never been anything official between them but it had been more than official when they were together, in bed or anywhere else. "Better zhen your stinking scent. Vhich right now smells of sluts and booze." He gave an audible sniff, looking at the man with the unblemished side of his face. But when the man suddenly started coming his way, the Russo's hand rushed to his knife, holding it tight. All Keese did, though, was insult him and shove him out of the way. It was easy enough, but had the man stood rigid, Keese would be shoving all night.


But that was more than the Russo needed to get angry. He liked this place, he loved Anann, and he hated Keese. That was all he knew. "Turn back around and face me like a man, or has yer whore cut off yer balls?" If only he could do it for him; end his line of bastards. Before the other man could do much, the Russo grabbed at his arm with an iron-like grip. Today was not a day he was happy enough to let the man go with his own honor intact.


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I think I may have pushed his doucheness just a bit too far xD but I honestly could not resist.

The large man bared his fangs at him. The smirk pulled a little tighter at his lips and jaws parted slightly as Keese licked at his own canines, otherwise keeping them covered rather than returning the snarl. "If you think Anann's are any different you are a bigger fool than I thought. That woman is quite the temptress, and a tease." Well the first bit was admittedly a lie, but he had known her long enough to know that she could indeed be quite the flirt and tease, though unaware she might be.

He gave a shrug of indifference. It was not like he was invested, emotionally or otherwise, with any of the numerous females he had slept with. So what did he care what this man called them. It was not his fault they were more drawn to a man of pedigree and who was he to refuse a willing partner. No real man would pass up such an opportunity. But the more Anann pushed him away the more he begun to wonder about her relationships with these other men. The woman had an appetite after all, his time with her had proved that much. He was beginning to think he was being quite naive to think she had not found another to warm her bed. As much as he wanted to deny the very thought of it. It did not help the hybrid's answer really did not admit or deny anything. Keese's eyes narrowed as he studied the man harder, glaring at him with those beady yellow eyes.

Angering the foreigner was starting to become something of a bore. It always ended the same and so this time Keese walked away. A growl rose in his throat as he was called a coward, perhaps not exactly but that was certainly what had been implied. Stopping dead in his tracks he felt the tight grip on his arm that wad becoming quite familiar. Snarling he turned facing the other man. "You missed my throat, or did you think it was time for some variety?" Teeth bared at the other man, if the Russian himself had any balls he would have torn out his throat the first time they had encountered him. Snarling lips pulled back in a cruel grin as Keese grabbed at his own crotch with his free arm. "Oh no, they are quite intact and if you wouldn't mind it's time I find my woman and put them to good use. Anann has quite the appetiate..." He pulled forcibly against the hold the other held on his arm, that cocky fucking smirk in place all the while. Despite the foal words that rolled of the tongue the silver man was not looking for a fight, not this time at least.


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weee...

The man shook his head; he would not believe what this man said. How could he? He knew Anann had friends, male friends, in the pack, and all of them were honorable. They would not condone her pressing herself on them, nor could he imagine her doing so. He had been sufficient, so he hoped. She never complained and it felt like they were both happy with one another. If anything, it only confused him as to why Keese would lie about something like that? Whoever she was before Cours was no one Anatoliy cared about. Well, he did, but how could he even trust Keese to begin with?


As soon as Anatoliy had grabbed the bastard, the man had whipped around in his hold to bare his fangs at him. The reek of alcohol wafted from his parted lips and the Russian almost felt himself gagging at the overpowering scent. Why would he go off to get himself drunk as all hell when he could have drunk just as fine at home. Well. Better he drank away from Anann than with her, and potentially do something when he as off his rocker with the drink in his blood. The woman was not with him anymore, but Anatoliy did not want this poor excuse of a man to bare those disgusting fangs of his in her direction. The Russo's eyes spread wide when the drunk grabbed at his crotch, clearly demonstrating what the man did not need to know. Lips drawing higher over his own fangs, the brunette growled.


"Don't ye touch her vith zhose disgusting hands of yers. Especially after zhey have been on some vile voman who let ye stick yer shriveled cock in her," he growled out harshly, low as he would go. The threat was there in his tone. But to make it more clear, the man suddenly pulled the bastard's arm behind his back and pushed it against him, knowing it was a painful move. But it was one that could teach a lesson.


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It did not matter to Keese what Anann was to this man. It was obvious she meant something to him and while he was perhaps not nearly as violent as the smaller men that defended the woman he felt she somehow meant more to this giant than the others. It was what the Russo might mean to her that was beginning to trouble his mind. He knew she was isolating herself from the majority of her pack, yet there was none she avoided to the extent she avoided this male. The signs were clear, right in front of him, but he refused to see them. Refused to admit that Anann would fall so far as to let this man taint her. She was his.

His jaw clenched and he ground his teeth as the larger male twisted his arm. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of his crying out. Though he could feel his arm twisting painfully in its joint. It felt as if the bastard was trying to break it. "Or what?" He managed to hiss through his teeth. It wasn't a matter of love, or even lust. It was a matter of pride. To make sure the Harleigh line continued was his responsibility, his birthright. Without that right, he was nothing. "Those of her blood and I are the only ones permitted such a luxury as to touch our Queen." He kicked back at the other with a clawed foot hoping to strike at the other man's more sensitive area or even his knee at least. "I dare not think she even let a mongrel like yourself lay hand on her. In our lands you'd be killed just for letting you filthy eyes linger upon her!"

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