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Io's bulky Secui form move easily through the wilderness. She prefered this form, it was better balanced than her optime form and better protected than her Lupus form. She was sure Leon would say yes, he liked helping women, and it wasn't as if Io couldn't sugar coat it. Aeron moved behind her, riding steadly behind the russet and white navigator. Io had left Neo, her own steed at home. She had purpose in her veins now so why ride when she had that to fuel her. Her mane stood up against the wind, a mixture of excitment and the weather. They were nearly there, she could smell it. 'We are nearly there' she said suddenly, never taking her eyes away from the direction she was pointed in.


Io's pace sped up, nothing anywhere remotely close to a run, more of a trot than anything else. Nothing to provoke the stallion behind her to canter. The borders fell upon them wuicker than she expected, it seemed this place had changed since she'd visited last. She dashed up to the borders, and waited for Aeron to catch up, signalling for her to hold her horse in case he spooked, and with that she let out a songful howl. Espescially for Leon.


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Aeron had never been "a mother figure" She had always been the warrior, the defender the one who had to be strong. She never fit the mold that her society called mothers. They were the gentle ones, the ones who just were not cut out to be in battle. She had mated a soft woman one to birth and raise children so that she just had to protect. Now here she was the mighty women convinced to have another set of children. She was cut out for this.

She kept quite just thinking to herself. Io was more of a mother, when she had her girls Io cared for them. She had not done very much though she taught her girls values. She didn't do much else for them but at least maybe some day she would have a chance to see them again.

Aeron stopped Elzar and slid off him as she held him. though the howl did nothing to the war steed. He had been trained not to spoke. And that was the real reason she was so glad to have him back. She smiled as she looked at the border line. She just had to do this for her mate, she loved Io.


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Out of Character

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In Character

Days and days and days passed by without a hint of the tyranny and malice stopping, it was grating, wearying and all together immensely irritating. The Austral giant of a man's paws often brought him to wander close to the borders these days even though it was not his job to do so, he found himself often considering just walking past the borders and carrying on into the wilderness, abandoning the tribe that was quickly becoming his prison. Snow colored orbs regarded the forest surrounding him stiffly, cold and without feeling as his attention was diverted inwards.


A yowl that was not coyote and not dog came from somewhere nearby, startlingly close and now that he actually focused he could scent the persons on the breeze, one was barely familiar and the other not at all. Thoroughly intrigued now he lumbered through the vegetation with surprising stealth for one so large. Earthen ears rotated forwards and tri colored, black tipped tail raised in an subtle expression of his dominance. His face softened into a welcoming and warm smile, his accented voice rumbling exotically with a deep and sombre bass,


"Good afternoon ladies, how may I be of service to you today?" A flash of white fangs as his grin expanded in flirty manner.


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The Austral man soon appeared, with a brilliant flash of white from his grin. 'Leon...' she said happily, her words drawn out as she moved towards him, filled with a strange kind of lust. Even in her most powerful form she as dwarfed by his sheer height. 'We have come to ask something of you', she turned her head around to Aeron, urging her to speak up. 'This is Aeron, my mate'. Her words came bluntly, because to her it didn't matter who was her mate. In the way her mind put it it sounded manipulative and cruel. But in all fact all she meant was to her it was only the person on the inside that mattered.


She sat down in front of Leon, silver eyes staring up into his own snowy ones. 'We need to ask a favour of you' she said quietly, a smille moving onto her face. 'Aeron', she needed to make sure that the golden coyote was fully on board with this. She would make the request. Io saw this as a foolproof way to secure Aeron's acceptance to her plan. Because all in all Ioo was insecure about the whole thing and needed the copper vixen's support.


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Aeron was quite she felt that she need not say much. she was just here because her loyalty drove her here. She waited not moving as her head emptied of thoughts. Something seemed so wrong about going to someone and asking them this. She just wasn't sure that this was so ok with her.

Aeron watched the border as a man appeared. Her ears flattened against her head. The tone Io had made her a little sad. She seemed to know the man well enough. She couldn't bring herself to move closer as she held her horses rope.

Io spoke of her and it made her smile slightly. Nothing could change the way Io was and the way she said the things she did was what made Aeron wonder if she meant anything. but she would never question Io again, she was her everything. If that was true then she would show it.

Aeron moved towards Io and Leon she dropped the rope. She nodded looking at io, she'd do it only for her. She wasn't doing it for herself. She wasn't ready for pups again but who cared, having a family would give her something else to do. But the Iblis also had work to do gathering knowledge.


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His entire demeanor changed as Io mentioned that the other woman was in fact her mate. He straightened up, no longer slumping and the flirty smirk was wiped off to be replaced by a more simple friendly smile welcoming smile. As appealing as both of them were to him they were off limits now for any x-rated fun he could have come up with. He dipped his head in the short bow to the golden sheyote who seemed to be trying to hide heself behind teh horse she had hold of,

"Eeet ees a pleasure to meet you Señorita Aeron."

A noise from behind him made him spin around, right hand defensively going for the long and deadly looking knife belted at his waist, he knew what Maska's views were on non wolf hybrids and non wolfen species. But his actions were for naught as his black furred mare with the white star on her forehead trotted out from the vegetation with a curious whinny. He put away the knife and gripped onto the rope tied around her long head, his other hand stroking the velvety soft skin of her muzzle.

"This es mi caballo, Faith." The mare nickered a greeting, bobbing her head up and down a few times, "What did you want to ask of me Señoritas?"
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OOC here!


'Leon, a gentleman's persona never did suit you' her voice was flirty, like his hand been though she had had much more training in it. She simply nodded to the comment about his horse, she wasn't connested on any type of spiritual level with Neo, hell, she barely even tollerated him. Thankfully he was an obediant, docile thing and didn't misbehave at all, because on top of everything Io found herself needing to do, and what she would need to do in the months pending, she had no time to fuss about with the snowy beast.


'Leon' she said softly, unsure of what else to start with. She couldn't just blurt it out, as much as she wanted to to lessen the fuss and hype around it. 'We need you, bodily wise' Io said, stumbling over her words at a loss for anything sensible to say. She wanted to blurt it out, but that would most likly uncovince both unsure parties. She sighed, gesturing to his waist area and that below it in an extravegant circle. Io eally didn't know what else to say after that, so with a look to Aeron, a pleading, almost begging glare she ended her attempt. Granted the warrior femme was much better at socialising than Io, who, as extroverted as she was on the outside, was an introvert at heart. She crossed her arms over her chest and reshifted her weight in axiety.


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Aeron couldn't believe that she was standing here listening to Io. They had come all the way out here to find this male and to find out if he'd help them have children. She found the notion disgusting and she ust couldn't decide what she wanted to do. She felt the urge to just walk away but knew Io would be mad at her.,/p>

Aeron looked at Io. Her blunt and to the point mate was having a hard time telling this guy to have sex with them? Aeron looked away for a moment as she sighed. What the hell why did she had to wear the pants in this relationship. She had never in her life seen Io like this and good god why couldn't Io be like this more.

Aeron took in a deep breath looked at Io and slowly released it. What Io means is. dear god was this truly going to flow from her mouth? "Leon being two women we have no means to have kids with out the help of a man. Io thinks that your strong genes will create strong puppies" She said as she nearly gagged on her words. "Would you please help us? Having a family would be so nice." She stated.


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Io's comment about gentlemanly persona pulled a short sharp laugh from him, he did like her rough sense of purpose and straight forwards attitude, it was refreshing from having to play nicey nice with the Raven Guardians all the time when all he wanted to do was gut them like a string of fish with his sword. He looked from female to female as they both tried to foist the telling of what it was they wanted onto each other before finally the golden 'yote gave in to her demanding mate's convincing. It was rather amusing and his mouth twisted upwards into a small smile.

But what she said next was not something he would have ever in his life expected and white eyes widened considerably, for a moment speechlessness overcame him and he stared at the two with his mouth set into a grim line. The wanted children? They wanted his children? Dumbfoundment didn't even come close to describe what he was feeling. Unbeknown to the adults, a child sat in the bushes observing them had clapped a hand over her own mouth to muffle the sound of her gasp.

"Thees es unexpected but why me? Are there not any other large males that you could go to for help?" He couldn't understand why they would trek all the way down to AniWaya from Anathema just to ask this of him, he really did not. It was on the verge of his tongue to simply outright say no, that the child he had was all he wanted but inside his soul he knew he would be lying. Analise was his life and his pride but he could truly say he wanted to have more, to look after them and watch them grown like he had done with Kailypso's daughter, the woman who held his heart forever.
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'Because' Io stated firmly, 'I know who you are, we... met before and I can trust you. I know who you are and what you are. You are a just man who will not refuse a woman in need'. There was a pause, Io was preparing herself for the selling point. 'I am in need. So are you really going to send us away with nothing?' Of course he wouldn't, this was Leon of course. He couldn't stand a soul in need. Io knew this and she intended to play against it. Fun and effective, Io's talents had always found a useful out pour in her schemes.


She stepped forward, clearly dwarfed by Leon's height, bringing her hands up to his chest, or at least as high as she could. 'Please Leon'. She spoke with lust in her voice, if he wouldn't do it of his own accord her persuasion would help certainly. It usually did at least. 'We only need you for one bit, and it is usually the pleasurable part and then you can leave'. It wouldn't be that pleasurable, awkward more like it. But she assumed that with the correct imagination both would find it bearable to lay with Leon.


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