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Naniko D'Angelo · 07-26-2011, 03:53 PM

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Ravesque!

She was out and about, though she probably shouldn't have been. Bed rest was what the female needed most of all, but she was determined to go about her schedule with some semblance of normalcy despite that. Naniko liked to believe that her pregnancy didn't affect her, that she was strong enough to go about her daily duties without needing to rest or stop to get a bite of food. But that attitude was slowly beginning to catch up to her. The female had been going for most of the day without stop; checking the borders, food supplies, the stables, and then looking in on a few members. Now she was near exhaustion, panting as she walked slowly back toward her own sleeping quarters.

There was just so much to do...and so little time to do it. Naniko was the sole leader now, and though she tried not to let things get to her Theodore's absence was a thorn in her paw. He had left so close to the end of her pregnancy...had left her without anyone else to pick up the slack. As soon as she got the pups out she'd be needing to get right back to work, it seemed. Maybe appointing some kind of a sub-leader was a good idea after all. She was wary, though, after what had happened in the Crimson Dreams pack and after what had happened here. Two sub-leaders had left her thus far.

The Angela closed her eyes for a moment, the world spinning beneath her feet. She needed a rest. Right now. She slid down the wall of the cave, sitting on the ground on her rump. Why was she so dizzy all of a sudden? She rubbed at her eyes, trying to clear the feeling away. The idea that she had taken on too much hadn't yet occurred to her, and probably wouldn't. She was used to doing things herself for the most part and didn't accept help or handouts willingly. Naniko put her clawed hands on the ground, using them to support her weight as she got back up onto her feet. She had a few more things to get accomplished today before she could allow herself any more rest.

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Ravesque Acidic · 07-26-2011, 04:45 PM

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UHM, that moose scene is really badly written. Sorry. YAY FOR FACIAL MUTILATION AT THE HANDS OF ANIMALS! Now I get to pick out what teeth Ravesque is missing. >:3 What a macho guy. +5 points.

His morning had been simple enough — there wasn't truly anything he had to do, and that left him with ample time to do what he felt was right: watching Naniko. The white Angela was a stubborn woman, but it further caused a the already discomforting sense of desire that was hidden in the pit of his stomach to grow twice over. He had told her before to rest, he had warned her it wasn't safe for her to wander so frequently as the end of the pregnancy came to a close. And she should have known, having been a mother before. But still, she was determined to maintain normalcy. Why? What was the difference if he catered to her, bringing her those initiates who sought them out or doing his job as a man — her man — and hunting for her? True enough that they had no real ties to each other, save a son that didn't suit either, but he had followed her from the ruins of one cult to be with her in the arms of another. Did that have no meaning to her, or was she simply ignorant?

Either way, it didn't matter — he'd do as he pleased regardless of if she appreciated him. Though time was lost to him beneath the surface of the ground, he felt he had a normal habit of sleep, and as he emerged from the caves and into the world, he found he was right. With sunlight bountiful, he underwent the task he wanted to finish first before going to find the white Goddess of Anathema. Strong body was carried across the earth in search of an antlered ungulate. Finding it was easier than he'd expected — of course, moose were hard to miss, with their significantly larger bodies than the quicker and smaller deer he often hunted. His figure grew tense, smaller and more alert as he watched the pair, a mother and her growing calf, gaze upon the growing grass. On two legs, hunting was awkward, but taking the time and effort to change would have lost him precious time and energy, and so it was on two legs that he charged.

The mother fled with more speed than her child, and it was the child that fell under the weight of the Acidic. He grappled the flanks of the cervidae creature, tripping over his awkward form and falling in time to receive a small, but powerful, kick to the side of his muzzle. The blood that filled his mouth was enough to frustrate the beast — his attacks became less accurate, but more deadly, and it wasn't long before the young moose took its last breath. Ravesque stood over the animal, seething, as the blood from whatever teeth had been smashed dripped lackadaisically onto the corpse. With the death came a calm in the man who had only moments ago been enraged — he'd done his task, and he slung the body over his shoulder to take it back to his Queen.

Finding Naniko was never hard, not in her condition, and it wasn't long before he caught sight of the resting woman — just as she decided to stand again. He grunted, spraying blood on the ground before him as he approached. Why couldn't she simply rest? What reason did she have for moving all of the time? "You know you need to take breaks, Naniko. Don't force me to lock you in your den." Each new word brought a fresh wave of pain that he ignored, dropping the rather heavy moose calf on the ground before her. Red eyes focused on opposing green, a shade that evoked recognized heat just below his navel. "I brought you a meal. Sit down and take a moment to yourself." Though it came out as a demand, Ravesque rarely meant for such things to happen — his apathy clouded inquiry.

Naniko D'Angelo · 07-26-2011, 06:08 PM

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She had no one that she felt she needed to prove herself to; the pack likely knew that she was nearing the end of her pregnancy as well, and some of them had given birth themselves in the past and knew what to expect. She did it more for herself. She wanted to prove to herself that she didn't need Teddy around, even with the state that she was in. She could handle things by herself and rely on her own two hands to get things done around the pack. After this litter came, things would go back to normal fairly quickly.

In the past, there hadn't been anyone to tell her to slow down or take it easy. In the cult pack she hadn't had many duties and had Selene there...they'd helped each other out with hunting and pup-sitting. She had only been carrying one pup then, though, so the load had been a little easier. Here she had many duties and things that she needed to attend to...and she was the only one that she felt could do it and do it right.

The approach of the familiar dark male made her stand up all the straighter. She still wasn't sure of what to think of him, really, what to think of what she'd seen at the borders. Naniko didn't own Ravesque by any means, but pangs of jealousy had ricocheted through her chest at the sight of him chatting with an unknown female. She'd figured out that it had been a joiner soon afterward, but her earlier reaction still puzzled her. The Tuyul was a canine that she had expected to just...always be there for her. To talk to, to find joiners at the borders, to do errands for her when she needed him to. He was her little pet. And she didn't like the idea of any other female giving him orders...not at all.

At the same time, however, she didn't like to accept help from anyone unless she specifically asked for it. She wasn't some charity case - she was the leader and she would hunt for herself until she was physically unable to do so. Then she would accept help grudgingly. At the mention of a meal, her disgruntled look deepened into a dark frown. "I don't need it. I'm fat enough already, can't you see? And I was just on my way to my den for a nice rest already." She lied.

Something seemed to be the matter with his face. She stared at his jaw and at the blood around his muzzle, eyes narrowing. "That can't all be just from the moose. You're hurt. You should come to my den so that I can give you some willow-bark tea that will help with the pain and swelling" However, Ravesque was just as likely to refuse her request as she was to refused his. The quick-thinking Angela cleared her throat, speaking once more. "If you come with me you can be sure that I'm resting."

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Ravesque Acidic · 07-26-2011, 06:30 PM

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Some small PP with the squeezing her leg and touching her shoulders -- I can change if you'd like. +3

He had expected the white Queen to reject his offer, and was unsurprised when she told him she didn't need the moose. She was fat enough already. She was just on her way to her den. He grunted in acknowledgement, choosing to bite his tongue on her physical appearance and the fact that he knew her better than to think she would rest until she was dead tired. Red eyes watched as her pretty green gaze narrowed at his jaw — a snuffling snort of irritation at being criticized by her eyes sent another spray of blood into the air, until she offered to take care of him. His apathy transformed into surprise, eyebrows raising as her offer knocked him off-guard. She wanted to give him some tea? Before he was able to agree with her, she added something extra, something about being sure that she's resting if he went with her — his surprise faded with a slow nod, body twisting to hoist the corpse of the moose back onto his shoulders. It didn't matter how it happened, but she was going to eat the damn animal that'd smashed his jaw.

With the calf's body relocated to his shoulder once more, he waited for her to lead him, eyes wandering her body without shame or attempt to hide it. "Mm, just the moose — they've got strong legs," he explained, taking a step closer to offer him the chance to reach out and give a gentle squeeze to the woman's thick thigh. It was a playful gesture, a teasing one, followed by a slow wink of one red eye. Flirting wasn't usually Ravesque's mode of operation, but it seemed to come most easily with Naniko. Following his prior words, he allowed one arm to rest gently atop her shoulders, head looking both ways as if someone were watching. "And you're going to eat it, woman; I didn't suffer gruesome mutilation just so you could say no to me." Gruesome mutilation was an exaggeration, but as the sentence was punctuated with a strained smile (the pain from the broken bones in his jaw causing difficulty), he expected her to know that.

Naniko D'Angelo · 07-26-2011, 11:43 PM

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She hadn't expected him to agree so readily, so it was a pleasant surprise when he did. It would probably be nice for him to get the moose off of his shoulders, too...when she was finished with his tea, she would have to begin the work of gutting the creature and putting the meat into packages. She certainly couldn't eat all of it...they'd probably have to put some of it into the storage area unless he was hungry as well. The pelt of the beast would be useful if she could skin it right, though they more than likely wouldn't need something like that until winter time. It was good to stock up when one could. Naniko didn't want to have any of the meat, but would likely give in if it was offered to her enough times. She'd just grow tired of listening to him yap about her eating something and would do it to save herself the headache.

And the headache was already beginning. "Well I didn't ask you to go out and get yourself kicked in the face for me" She retorted, continuing to play the dark male's game despite the fact that a bite or two of the meat wouldn't kill her. "Idiot" She reached over to try and smack him lightly on the side. They made their way toward her den and she went to a set of shelves near the ground to the left, picking up a jar and her kettle of water and setting it to heat over the central fire. "Good thing I'm here to take care of you when you come back from the battlefield, eh?" She said, turning back to him. Baby moose were apparently very dangerous creatures indeed.

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Ravesque Acidic · 07-27-2011, 12:12 AM

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Her retort brought about a rolling of his eyes and a shift of the calf corpse on his shoulder, but no words — why argue? It was pointless to argue with a leader, more so with a female leader and even more still with a female leader in the family way. An affirmative grunt was all she received as she reached to smack his side before leading him to the comfort of her den. His attention shifted from her to his surroundings as they entered — had he ever been in her den before? — but his ears remained open to her. The sound of objects moving was clear, and then her voice and all he gave in response was a blood-spraying huff and the thud of the corpse as he dropped it again upon the ground.

A sigh brought him back to facing her, watching the mix of firey orange dance across her white fur as she stood before her fire. When was he last alone with her? Before he'd followed to this place? Was it really so long? Memories blurred, mind focusing on the present rather than the past. She was still the beautiful woman he'd found while under the hands of the Tribunal, and the moment still evoked what faint emotions he retained for her as a person. Something in his chest tightened and he approached, forgetting the moose as he neared what used to be his lover. "I'm lucky, yes." The words were spoken with an unfamiliar tenderness, one hand reaching out in an attempt to brush against her cheek. She was right — without her help, he certainly would suffer some sort of distressing infection, his pride keeping him from seeking out a healer.

Naniko D'Angelo · 07-27-2011, 12:50 AM

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lol@ when the pups do come early >_>

He didn't answer her first statement, making her grin grow wider as she replied to his second. "Yeah...I wouldn't want you to end up looking any uglier. You're already going to scare the pups into coming a week early as it is and they can't even see. So it's better that you let me have a look at it." She said, turning back to re-position the kettle more solidly over the flames. She kept a fire burning in this cave at all hours, every day. Even when it was blazing hot outside their home was damp and cool, so the heat didn't bother her any. Her king-sized bed and other belongings were far enough away from it, as well. They weren't a fire hazard.

As she moved in to take a better look at his jaw as he dropped the dead beast's body to the cave floor. Ravesque came forward as well, she assumed, so that she could examine the jaw and the teeth to see the extent of the damage that the dead moose had caused. Her belly kept her from getting in too close, and she began to reach up just as he did, his fingers brushing against her cheek. Shocks of hot electricity shot through her and she pulled back, eyes going down for a moment before they rose quickly to meet his once more.

"Very funny. I'm not the one who's hurt, here. So hold still and if you touch me again I'll take that hand off." She said, moving back in and reaching for his jaw. "Did you feel a crack in your mouth when it kicked you? And...can you move your jaw up and down and open your mouth all the way?" She inquired. Naniko had once been a healer, and she'd dealt with one broken jaw in the past. She wanted to rule that out first.

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Ravesque Acidic · 07-27-2011, 01:12 AM

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He snorted as she commented on his looks, spraying the more slowly-coming blood across some fur. "I can't get any uglier than your son; that boy needs to be taught respect, you're slacking." He spoke, of course, of Scorpius — his recent encounter with the boy had left him desiring to push him back into the fire where Harlowe had left him, but his apathy kept him from truly doing such a thing. Though he didn't care, and though he had no reason to be offended as he expected she was teasing him, there was a faint sense of discomfort at the idea that she found him unattractive. It was certainly possible, she hadn't come to him in quite some time, and the fact that she was with child indicated she hadn't been similarly celibate. It didn't matter.

He approached and she approached and as his hand brushed her cheek, she pulled away and cast her eyes down. His surprise was short lived — as she returned to her usual demeanor, his confusion faded away into nothing. She threatened his hand. He wasn't allowed to touch her. The idea made him frown, flames shooting through the upper portion of his jaw as the muscles contracted. His chance to reply was stifled by questions: what did it feel like, could he move his jaw, could he open his mouth? He exhaled a sigh and tried to show her the damage, his mouth opening wide enough to show broken teeth along the left side — the action shot another uncomfortable surge of pain through his nerves and he closed his mouth almost as quickly as it opened. "I heard a crack, didn' feel much aside from the blistering pain." It was all getting to him, the pain building up and spilling out in irritation. He wanted his tea. Dammit.

Naniko D'Angelo · 07-27-2011, 01:28 AM

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"Makes sense, you two look a lot alike. I don't know where I went wrong with him, really...I think the fire made him afraid" Scorpius had once been a very bold puppy, a trouble-maker even. He had always sought out her approval and she had given it to him when he'd earned it...but had he earned it any time lately? Not that she could remember, in the recent months. He'd been hunting and such, but that was something she expected from the boy. A wolf had to eat...she didn't want him living off the pack stores forever. "I've been a little busy" She said, putting one hand on her bloated midsection.

Ravesque hadn't approached her for any of the services that she had offered him back in New Brunswick. She wasn't certain if it was because she now stood over him in the hierarchy or if he simply no longer found her attractive. Either way, she hadn't intended to get pregnant and would have kept her legs closed to other males if she had known that she could get it out of him whenever she wanted it. The leader had her own insecurities, deep down. Very, very deep down.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of her kettle whistling, and she pulled her hand back from his face. Naniko gripped a small piece of rabbit fur, using that as a barrier between her hand and the hot kettle as she lifted it off of the fire. She reached for another jar, pouring some of her powdered bark into it and adding the hot water. "It's bitter...but it will help. Especially with it going right into your mouth...it should bring your pain level down quickly. You should sit down." She instructed, pointing to her bed and offering him the jar.

From what he had said, it didn't appear that he'd broken his jaw. It didn't hurt him bad enough for him to stop flapping his gums, anyway. "The broken teeth will be sensitive for a while. If they came completely out, then they should be fine...but if not, you might want to consider having someone pull the remainder of it out. It's not good to have exposed the inside of the tooth." She explained. "That's the very sensitive part. I'm not one for pulling teeth, though...you'll have to find some other sadist to do it" Naniko sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to her.

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Ravesque Acidic · 07-27-2011, 01:55 AM

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She commented on the similarity of appearance between the father and son, but it only caused Ravesque to grimace. He had no desire to be affiliated with the boy — Scorpius was a fool, a fool who thought his mother would love him if he tried hard enough. Perhaps that was true for most, but Naniko was not most women and her respect was not so easy to receive. Still, he could see where the kid's desire to be accepted stemmed from; though he knew better himself, each new moment with the woman brought a further rush of wanting to the head of the Acidic male. He wanted her approval, her appreciation, but he remained silent of that fact to all. Even he was unsure if he truly believed it of himself.

His eyes fell to her distended stomach as she rested a hand upon it, claiming she'd been 'busy'. Well, yes, that was obvious. In its own way, it infuriated him — he was there, and they had already produced children, so why hadn't she come to him? Who else had managed to touch the Angela? Who's children was he caring for by taking care of her? His bitter emotions on the situation left him uncomfortable, and he was glad when the whistling of the kettle drew him from himself. She warned him of the bitter taste of the tea and explained what it would do; eagerly, he took it from her, swirling the liquid around before drinking down the brew — it was indeed bitter, but he allowed it to sit before swallowing it completely, some of the tea finding its way out of his mouth through the space between his missing teeth.

And then she directed his attention to her bed. He watched as she settled down upon it, only barely listening to her words about teeth. It took a moment before he moved, carrying himself closer to her and taking a seat atop the soft furs. His eyes found themselves glued to the face of his once-lover, his mind returning to a time before, when he held rank and a place within a cult he respected. It was different now, but he was enjoying his time alone with her, even if his jaw ached.

"I miss you. We spent more time together before; it shouldn't have changed — I enjoy your company." The admittance of even those few feelings left him with an awkward aversion to her face — why had he bothered to tell her when all he expected was sarcasm? He appreciated her ability to deflect, but he was often a somber and serious man and the disclosure of his thoughts of her were somber and serious thoughts. He sighed, bracing himself for laughter.

Naniko D'Angelo · 07-27-2011, 02:22 AM

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She sat on the bed, a comfortable silence spreading between them as he began to sip at his tea. He'd gone through all of that trouble to catch something nice and big for her, and she had yet to acknowledge that fact. It was impressive that he had managed to bring the thing down even after it had kicked him in the face. He hadn't passed out and been left there or anything...he'd finished the job, like a real man should. From its size, she could guess that the kick had been very painful.

Naniko hadn't asked him to do that, but he had. She didn't ask him to do many of the things that he did for her, regardless of if he actually wanted the duties...watching the borders, attending ceremonies, talking to Scorpius, hunting. And as stubborn as she was, she would try to be a little more more sensible. So far she hadn't given him anything in return for the things that he had done. Not even a kind word or gesture. And yet he still stuck around and continued the tasks.

She held her hands together in front of her on her stomach, fingers clasping tightly. She had yet to ask him for any help with the future litter...did she even have that right? She didn't own him, and they weren't his children. " I miss you too. I appreciate all the things that you've been doing around the packlands. You always have my back, it seems. Whether I realize it or not. Are we...friends, Ravesque?" He had said that he missed her company...that they had spent more time together in the past. "We did. But much of that time was spent doing one thing over and over and over.."

Of course, with her pregnant belly such an act would be difficult to do now. The thought of it made her think a bit, though. She'd been quite stirred up after she had seen him at the border with that other female, but he'd never asked much about the father of her pups. It was obvious that the male wasn't around attending to her, at least, so he had to know that the male wasn't going to be around for afterward, either. "I was on something when I got pregnant with these guys. I was trying to get more of the drug from him to take back here and share...it was some really good stuff. But I didn't have anything with me, and he wanted to...after having a nice smoke it didn't sound like that bad an idea." She leaned over to the right, digging in a drawer in her nightstand and pulling out a large ziplock bag filled with dried pieces of the plant that she had yet to roll up. "This is it. He gave me some more..I think he felt bad. But I can do this myself."

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Ravesque Acidic · 07-27-2011, 03:19 AM

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He continued to do work around the pack lands to benefit Naniko. In truth, it was all he really could do; he had no real skills as a craftsman, only capable of creating the simplest things, and though he was strong he was not a warrior. His capabilities were housed strictly within the realm of corporal punishment, with knowledge of what were growing to be old ways, ways of the world under the Tribunal. This new place, the people didn't understand. They threw rank around — as was the case with the foolish Marbas — that he could not understand. But maybe it wasn't them, maybe it was him; he was growing older, and his mind clung to traditions that he could not expect others to follow with the changing times. There was no place for change within the mind of the aging Acidic, however. He was doomed to be stubborn.

It was strange to hear what he wanted from her: she missed him, she appreciated him. He watched her mouth form the words, but somehow found himself surprised as the syllables reached his ears. Were they friends? He mulled the question over as she mentioned their singular, overused activity within the underground of the Tribunal's world. It brought a strained smile to his pained features, memories evoking the same familiar desires despite the pain surging through his face. Of course, in her near-birth condition, such a thing would be inappropriate — it was concern for her unborn pups rather than a distaste of her physical appearance that kept him from suggesting it.

A sigh passed through his jaws, red eyes focusing on the fire as she continued to speak. He hadn't found the words to express more, for the traditional term of love simply didn't fit — what he believed he felt for the white Queen was deeper than his words were capable of expressing and often became muddled through the actions he performed. Still, he had attempted before, hunting for her and tending to duties that he was neither obligated to perform nor were suggested by Naniko herself. It seemed that the purpose slipped through her realizations.

She chose to disclose how the conception had occurred and he simply accepted it with a silent nod, the flickering fire keeping his eyes. Drugs had been the motivation, and the bastard children simply an outcome of a trade. Her movements drew his attention back to her as she dug around and produced a glossy plastic bag filled with the aforementioned narcotic. But I can do this myself. He tilted his head subtly to the side, wondering if she meant smoking the drug or raising her children; his mind believed the latter.

"I came here...for you; without them, you are all I have to come back to." Without the Tribunal, she was home. Without Cinder, who he had never really cared for, Naniko was a familiar face of a chosen lover. She had taken in his children without complaint. She offered him a taste of his old life. Were they friends? He believed so. A strained smile came upon his face, one large and heavy hand extending to pat her thigh with care. "You're a beautiful woman, Naniko. A good woman. I take care of you for a reason." He would let her riddle out what those reasons were, still uncomfortable with the idea that he might suffer the same ephemeral lovesickness that the other fools of the pack had been. The idea forced his smile away, before she forced him out of the den.

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The way that she saw it, those within a rank tier were to show respect to each other. The tiers weren't inter-related and she didn't expect a lower ranked wolf to show respect to someone in a different tier. That wolf was good at their own task and was high in their tier, but the lower-ranked wolf had their own skills in their own tier as well. Al that really mattered was that they all showed respect to her and all other leaders that she chose to appoint in the pack.

She looked back at Ravesque, digging through the bag for an already-rolled-up bit of plant and pulling it out. "This could help with your toothache, too. It'll make you forget about the pain. I can give you a bit to take with you if you'd like...it helps me get through the day, sometimes." On days when she was over-exerted and tired as hell. "But I have plenty of other bags, too...he gave me a lot, like I said. So I plan on sharing it."

Naniko wasn't certain if he had ever tried this stuff before. "It just gives you a relaxed feeling. Sometimes it helps me to go to sleep...I haven't slept well since we left New Brunswick." So for months, essentially. To say that the Angela was an insomniac was a huge understatement. She stood up, padding toward the fire to light it before she placed the other end in her mouth and inhaling. She then held it out, offering as she scooted back into place on the bed. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning toward him.

"I haven't felt too beautiful lately, Ravesque. I'll feel better when these demons are out of me and I can get back to looking more normal. But thank you. You too...For all the teasing I do, you're really not a bad looking wolf. You had all sorts of females looking your way back in New Brunswick." She said. "Here, things are different...but better, in some ways. I'm glad you're around to help look after things." And to look after Naniko herself, but she'd never say that.

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Ravesque Acidic · 08-03-2011, 04:10 PM

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She tried to explain the effects of the herb as she offered him the smouldering joint, something he took between his fingers without much thought. Inhaling the smoke was easy enough — he'd participated in recreational use of drugs like this before, though he'd admit first that it'd been a while. Red eyes focused lazily on the white-coat of his ex-lover, watching as she returned to the bed at his side and leaned toward him. One muscular arm reached out to draw her closer, fingers brushing along the braided locks of her hair as he turned over the idea that she was somehow suffering. "Maybe you need someone to sleep with; sometimes it helps." Actual sleep, though he didn't specify that with his words.

He frowned upon hearing she felt any less than beautiful, and it overshadowed the compliment she gave him in return. He could remember the women — oh, so many women and even men — who'd fawned over and wanted and obsessed themselves with him, a status built from power in his place beneath the Tribunal members. Still, with so many possible lovers, he'd singled out Naniko before them all, originally for a beauty he had seen in her that didn't present itself in others. "It doesn't matter how you feel, Naniko — you're still beautiful." It was truth as he saw it, even in her state of change. He waved the hand that'd found itself on the other side of the pregnant Angela in a dismissive motion as he drug on the smoking plant again. "Better is in the eyes of the beholder. I liked it there." His voice turned stoney as he spoke, mind wandering back to the face of the dead. Cinder. He had blamed her along with the others. She had ruined everything that kept his life cemented.

His mood fading fast, he turned his face away from the woman and gazed absently at the ground before him. "I'll stay here as long as you need me to." Only for her — he could care less if the pack around them burned to the ground.

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The fact that she hadn't been sleeping well for months could have been a result of many different factors. The Angela had a lot on her plate and she had been fighting her addiction to the white powder since her return to these lands. Pot was a replacement of sorts, now - she was still going through periods of withdrawal that came and went. "Maybe. I've always slept better with someone beside me in the past, however infrequent that was" Was he offering himself?

Things had been very different in their last pack, the tribunal ruling them all with their combined iron fist. Naniko hadn't thought of Ravesque as any more or less for his position directly beneath them, and had treated him as she would any male. Initially she had rejected his advances, but the Angela's will had not been as strong as his desires. It had been a bit of a game to her, to see his reaction. Most anyone would have been happy to have been chosen by the red-eyed punisher.

"I don't always say what I need. So...thank you despite that." She had simply shaken her head at his kind words, choosing to reply to his last statement instead. "I do need you." With her head in this position she could breathe in his scent more easily, nose pressed partially against his dark fur. She took a huff of it, then sighed. "Will you stay the night here? I'm tired now, even. I'll eat after I wake up."

Ravesque Acidic · 08-24-2011, 12:19 PM

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He'd known about Naniko's addiction well enough, but it didn't cross his mind that it might be the cause of her insomnia -- all he could offer was the idea that sleeping with the body of another beside her might help. He'd come to know in the past that once one was familiar with such a situation, it became difficult to break the habit. His own sleep had long since become unaffected, but it had been the same way for him.

The world under the Tribunal had been different, for the better as far as Ravesque was concerned. It wasn't his rank that made it so -- the structure was different, more comfortable for him, than this Anathema his Queen had crafted in the mountains. Sure, the place he held beneath the Tribunal had been good for him, and sure the women had been plentiful, but it was the fact that he was familiar with it that made it better.

Her thanks were surprising to him, and he lifted his head slightly to look at her better, taking in all that she said. She did need him. It was something he'd silently desired to hear, and as it came into the open air, his vanity swelled and the arm resting around the pregnant Angela tightened against her side. "If you want me to stay, I will. I have nothing else to deal with -- you're my priority." It was truth. Naniko's comfort was what fueled his motives throughout the day, even if he couldn't -- or wouldn't -- admit feelings for the pristine white leader.

Naniko D'Angelo · 08-30-2011, 07:52 PM

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She was relieved to hear that he would stay with her. Naniko leaned against him a little more when his arm tightened around her, continuing to breath in his comforting scent. When the pregnancy was over she would be much happier - pups, she could deal with. But the tiredness and aches kept her from doing some of her duties, any more. That and the fear that he'd instilled into her that she might suddenly give birth at or around the borders. That wouldn't be an ideal situation. She hoped for something normal, for the rest of her pregnancy and birth to go regularly and for them to be born without complications. Naniko still had fears and doubts with each pregnancy that she'd had, due to the first litter of pups she had birthed. They'd all come still-born.

"You should let me know what I can do for you, Ravesque. In return for you watching out for me." She said. She didn't want him to be doing this without getting anything in return, after all. The Angela yawned, pulling out of his grasp for a moment to reach for something soft to lay underneath her head. "Let's lay down." Something about being around him did relax her and make her feel more tired. She waited for him to move before taking a place on the bed, giving another tired yawn. Food could wait...right now she was content to just sleep. She moved around a bit on the bed until she was well settled in beside him, closing her eyes and drifting away to sleep.

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