Wish I Was so Young

Amy Sunders · 02-16-2012, 11:53 AM

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Leaving the festival in disgrace had been the last thing she'd wanted. The merchants had tired of her volatile behavior though, and thrown her out. Her new slave wasn't much help, complaining about why they were leaving when there was so much more to do. Tiring of his talk she'd cut out his tongue, deciding that he didn't need to be able to speak. He wasn't bright enough to ever be given a job delivering messages. No one would trust him for that. Amy had so much work cut out for her.

Reaching the harboring city Amy found her way to a hotel. Without the energy to even punish Raoth for his attitude Amy chained him to a sturdy pillar and collapsed on a bed. Fuming the mute coyote tugged on the chain, trying to get it to loosen. A sharp word from her got him to stop, though that wouldn't last very long. Exhausted Amy closed her eyes, letting the emotions wash through. She'd been so determined to keep this from slowing her down, only to find out that she couldn't do it. Her first time pregnant with no support, and she was ridiculously weak.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 02-16-2012, 02:04 PM

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OOC:: Ciara's always getting into trouble Tongue Big Grin WC: 350

In Character

Once again, the mottled subordinate of New Dawn was on her travels. She wanted to see all the territories that Luperci and wolves alike occupied, and while it pulled her away from the pack lands she knew that her leaders wouldn’t mind. She was nearing her time of maturity, it being only a month or so away, and she wanted to feel intellectually advanced just as much as physically. Ciara wanted to have an extensive knowledge of the lands so she might help her pack in the future. Eventually, the girl wanted to graduate from the rank of subordinate and move up.

She had finally come to a hill leading into the ruined remains of Halifax. Her mother had told her whispers of the times when humans had lived, times far before the life of her mother. She knew that the tattered, obsolete buildings had been left behind. Curious, the girl wandered down the hill and into the City, glancing around cautiously as she went. She wasn’t sure what she might come across.

She certainly wasn’t expecting the coyote. The tattered male was tied to a post she’d found, inside what she didn’t know was a hotel. Carefully, the mottled female sniffed at the growling, sulking canine. “What are you doing all chained up?” she asked, deciding to try and get information from the scoundrel. She had little knowledge of Salsola, and had no clue that this was one of the slaves she’d heard about. Ciara hadn’t been sure how to react when she’d heard about that pack keeping slaves.

Narrowing her eyes in thought, the subordinate looked over the chains tying him. “Who did this to you?”She glanced around, trying to think of a way to help him. She normally stayed in her lupus form, and she wanted to keep it that way, but that made it difficult for her to attempt to free the coyote. Also, she had the sneaking suspicion that whoever chained him up was still around, and that they might not enjoy her freeing their prisoner.

Amy Sunders · 02-16-2012, 02:12 PM

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Raoth looked up sharply as someone approached. He bared his teeth, mad at the world. He couldn't speak, with his tongue neatly severed. He watched her study the chains, smirking. She was just a normal wolf. Couldn't help him without hands. He opened his mouth, a disgusting moan escaping as he tried to speak, failing in the process. The noise had gotten Amy's attention, however. Knowing that he was probably trying to escape Amy lumbered out, sword in hand. Spotting the young wolf Amy barked out laughter. You might not want to get too close. He bites. He'd tried to bite her several times, though all it had done was earn him some bruises.

Marching over she unchained Raoth, and tugged him into the room she'd been resting in. There she could keep a better eye on him. Her stomach growled, and Amy quickly refastened Raoth up. She would love to send him for food, but she couldn't take the risk yet. She should have known better than to take such a green slave, but his defiance had earned her admiration. She wanted to be the one to crush that defiant spirit, to see him submit to her. Instead she turned to the stranger. Could you fetch some food? You'll find it in the wagon parked outside.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 02-16-2012, 03:20 PM

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OOC: WC: 330 My muse is dead, apparently. Sad

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Ciara’s eyes had been mostly on the sword as the female biped approached her. The patchy fur covering the young subordinate’s body had bristled momentarily, until the sound of laughter filled the air. Then Ciara relaxed a little, glancing to the coyote when Amy gestured to him. Her earth-coloured eyes widened as she realized that the slave, indeed, had no tongue. That made her recoil a little, lips drawing back from her teeth to reveal a set of finely honed daggers of the purest white. The little display of fang wasn’t a threat, more a sign of disgust at the sight of the unfortunate slave.

”I can go get the food for you, yes,” Ciara offered, not particularly enjoying being asked a favour by someone she’d only met two seconds ago. Nonetheless, Ciara could tell that the female was very, very pregnant. Her mood softened then, tail twitching in curiosity as she turned to go outside for the food. Reaching the wagon, Ciara pushed some of the food with her snout onto a ragged piece of cloth, then used the rag as a sort of basket. Then, she trotted briskly into the ruined hotel and dropped the bundle of food at the biped’s feet.

”How far along are you?” she asked, her tone pouring with youthful curiosity and innocence. Ciara was not yet old enough to become pregnant, though she did long for the time to come. She wanted to feel her belly growing full with pups. It was too early to say, waaay too early, but she had a vague idea of whose pups she wanted them to be, as well. If the biped could see through the young wolf’s fur she would see that she was blushing.

The mottled yearling was torn from her own thoughts as she realized how tired the pregnant woman was. Her ears flicked back against her head, then, and she let out a small, sympathetic whimper. ”Are you going to be okay?”

Amy Sunders · 02-16-2012, 03:45 PM

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The young wolf's fur stood up at her appearance before relaxing. Disgust was revealed as Raoth opened his mouth, revealing his missing tongue. The illusion that he was an apprentice had been shattered so quickly, replaced by the truth of being a slave. In the room Amy smiled as the young wolf agreed to run her errand. Nice and obedient, a good change of pace after the battle she'd been in trying to train her new slave. Someone like this female would have been such a better one to receive, easier to break and train. She clambered back onto the bed, wishing for smoother movement. The limitations grafted against her so hard. Amy would be thankful when this was done and over with.

The food was dropped down at Amy's feet. She couldn't bend, so she snapped her fingers. Raoth looked up from where he'd been fighting with the chains. She indicated the food, and he rapidly came over, the chain allowing him the distance to move. He picked it up, and went to eat it. Growling she snatched it back and ate it herself. Raoth growled, only to be met with a kick sending him back to his corner. Enjoying the taste Amy's ears trained on the young wolf. Two weeks left. I'll be just fine. I have Raoth to do things for me. Disagreeing Raoth turned, baring his teeth at the pair.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 02-18-2012, 08:55 PM

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OOC:: Sorry for the wait! WC: 250

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Ciara couldn’t help herself. Her earth-coloured hues were trained on the very pregnant belly of the woman before her, her ears cupped forward in interest. She always wondered what it would be like to be full of pups, and knew that her time was coming, albeit slowly. She was concerned, however, that the woman’s mate didn’t seem to be anywhere near. Surely the coyote Amy kept chained up couldn’t have been the father.

“Where’s the father of your pups?” she asked, hoping that her question wouldn’t offend the biped before her. The yearling always imagined that she’d have a loving mate when she got pregnant, one that would be super protective of her and barely let her out of his sight. She worried that Amy might have been made pregnant against her will, and she sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. The girl didn’t want to ask questions that would bring up painful memories for the other.

Carefully, Ciara moved forward and edged her nose near the bump of Amy’s belly. Something told her that being this close might get her swiped at, but she was so curious. Her small, calico coloured form was shaking with excitement at the thought of pups. Surely Amy’s pack was excited for her, too. She had taken the time to analyze the woman’s scent, and couldn't pick up anything she was familiar with. The girl had thought that she was a member of Salsola. That was the only pack she knew that kept slaves.

Amy Sunders · 02-18-2012, 09:39 PM

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The wolf was clearly nearing a time when she herself would be ready for pups. It was evident in the way she held herself, fixed on Amy's large swollen stomach. Amy continued to eat the small portion of meat delivered to her, savoring the flavor. It wasn't fresh; nothing she had was. Travel didn't usually permit such a thing unless it was right after a trade. On those nights Terra cooked the fresh meat, enjoying the taste before preparing the rest to not decay through travel by drying it out. Herbs were added to keep the taste from being completely dull, but it still wasn't the same.

The question had Amy's ears drooping slightly before they returned to a standing position. Angel had made his position in this situation quite clear. He was disgusted that pups had been created, and wanted nothing to do with them. Well, that was fine. Amy could manage on her own just fine, always had. Besides, she still didn't know if the pups would even be allowed to survive. In his pack. He has no interest in them. The only interest she held was whether they would become mates due to this. The small female moved closer, nosing Amy's belly. Growling she swiped her claws out, warning her away. Watch yourself, girl. She would protect them.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 02-18-2012, 11:20 PM

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A frown formed on the slender wolf’s muzzle when Amy told her that the father was not interested in the pups. How could he not be interested? Wolves, even males, were supposed to love puppies. Maybe he hailed from a pack very different from New Dawn, and his instincts had been tainted by living in the biped form for so long. That’s why Ciara enjoyed New Dawn so much. She had lived all of her life in lupus form, only changing a handful of times, mostly when others asked to see her other figure. Her ears pinned back to her head, teeth baring as she thought of the male abandoning his pups and the female he’d impregnated.

She should have been expecting to be swiped at when she poked the woman’s belly with her nose. The claws connected with the side of Ciara’s head and she let out a yelp, dancing away and rubbing her own paw over the spot. Amy hadn’t broken her skin, for there was no blood lingering on the girl’s white paw after rubbing the aching spot. With ears pinned back, her tail drooped slightly, and she directed her earth-toned eyes on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, looking up to the woman again. “You’re the first pregnant female I’ve been around…I was just curious. I’d never try to hurt your pups.” She sighed a little, worried that she’d offended the biped even though she was the one who’d been smacked. “Where do you come from?” She asked then, wondering if the female had any family members that might be looking for her. She couldn’t imagine the other raising her pups all by herself, and if Ciara knew her better, she’d offer to take care of the pups, too. That would involve bringing them into pack lands, though, and she wasn’t entirely sure what her leaders would think of such a thing.

Amy Sunders · 02-18-2012, 11:37 PM

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The feel of impact was good. Amy smiled as the young wolf danced away, hurt by her blow. Nobody stuck their nose in Amy's business and got away with it. She was a very possessive female, to the point that her slaves had trouble thinking of themselves separate from her even after being sold. The hormones raging through her body exaggerated this feature, making her so much more attached to the pups in her room, making it so much more vital that she would be the one to decide if they lived or died, trying to hold onto their fate with all she had.

The apology soothed her raw nerves some. Amy relaxed slightly, frowning a little when the yearling said this was her first time around someone pregnant. Surely that wasn't the case. Pups were born all the time. She could have seen some pregnant females in her travels, or there was one in the pack, or one who had recently given birth. Amy had forgotten how much more crowded Europe was compared to the rough land she lived in now, how many more there were. I come from Europe. And you? Not that she was particularly interested, but if she told the wolf about herself she'd best be getting something in return.

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