Firefly had been exploring the cellars of the vineyards and had found something that had actually caught her attention. Cases upon cases of empty bottles. Aqua, jade, crimson, clear, frost.. a dozen or so shades of colored glass bottles that just screamed to be broken into a million shards. So strange on how careful she was to get the bottles to the outside world without breaking them and yet her whole purpose soon enough was going to be listening to the shattering glass as she watched them explode against the sunning rocks that were sortof pointless in the winter weather.
She had gathered quite a collection of them now and the extra weight around her midsection was making it a little bit harder to move up and down the stairs of the cellar, secretly she hoped that the extra stress she pressed on her body would make things harder for the nusiance that growed within. Sitting at the top of the stairs she lay panting, knowing by the rumble in her belly she'd either have to abandon her game soon for something more senseable or ignore the grumbling belly and conquer her want for distructive behavior.
Yawning as she pondered the thought the gold and bronze woman flicked her ears back as the dazzling snow outside made her narrow her eyes at the brilliant flash that was nearly blinding. Getting to her paws the woman moved back to the clearing where the pile of bottles stood waiting for her, the weak sunlight pouring down on the castoffs and making the snow around them blaze like a rainbow, causing the girl to stop in her tracks for a moment just to stare.
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He was mildly surprised that he had not been received negatively, snapped at, or glared upon; of course, the wolf failed to show that alarm in his facial expression, and his duel-colored eyes watched the brightly-hued woman with slight intrigue. She had turned to him with something of a skeptical look on her face and replied sarcastically, but she was nothing like Cwmfen or any other members of the pack he'd already met. She had a haughtiness to her, carrying some sort of powerful presence in her tone and stature, and her eyes and voice were a piercing type. Nikolai wasn't quite intimidated, so much as he was mildly intrigued.
He sensed something extra in her voice, but chose not to comment upon it. "I vas not plannink on drinkink," he replied slowly, cautiously. He wasn't exactly on stranger-friendly territory, and as much as he was fond of the buzz and freedom of the drink, he knew better than to get himself wasted and vulnerable to strangers who didn't care much for his presence and harmless cartography. "You are strange person," Nikolai said matter-of-factly, scratching at his head. "Vhy you not yell at me like other pack member do? Bah," he said, suddenly dismissing the notion and waving his hand. It was at this point that he noticed she was pregnant, and surely enough, was somewhat turned off by it.
"Round," he muttered, staring at her stomach.
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The array of lights that moved about on the snow had her attention but one ear was set to the sound of paws on the snow, the studden stop let her know she was being watched as she watched the lights. She'd heard of the northern lights before and in this rare moment of normacy she wondered if that was how the lights that were suppose to dance over the airwaves at night were suppose to look. The voice that called out in the strange accent didn't worry her, the scent of a loner and the spice of another world were what greeted her. Her voice was flat as she answered. "Relax, they were empty to begin with." Seriously, did the world think she was stupid enough to waste the pack's glorious wine.
Turning her emerald eyes to stare at the stranger she didn't snap at him and tell him to leave the lands now. She didn't bitch and moan asking what the fuck he was doing within her pack's home. She merely just asked. "What does it matter to you, did you want some?" Wine. Of course he wanted wine, what hot little foreign number didn't want a bottle of wine. She flicked her ears back and forth as she studied the stranger, mildly interested in why he was free ranging across their lands. Haku must not be doing his job like a good little patrol boy. Probably off fucking some new little pet. What was the point in fighting anymore, the bastard did what he wanted, got what he wanted.. she was the only thing that fought back.
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He was mildly surprised that he had not been received negatively, snapped at, or glared upon; of course, the wolf failed to show that alarm in his facial expression, and his duel-colored eyes watched the brightly-hued woman with slight intrigue. She had turned to him with something of a skeptical look on her face and replied sarcastically, but she was nothing like Cwmfen or any other members of the pack he'd already met. She had a haughtiness to her, carrying some sort of powerful presence in her tone and stature, and her eyes and voice were a piercing type. Nikolai wasn't quite intimidated, so much as he was mildly intrigued.
He sensed something extra in her voice, but chose not to comment upon it. "I vas not plannink on drinkink," he replied slowly, cautiously. He wasn't exactly on stranger-friendly territory, and as much as he was fond of the buzz and freedom of the drink, he knew better than to get himself wasted and vulnerable to strangers who didn't care much for his presence and harmless cartography. "You are strange person," Nikolai said matter-of-factly, scratching at his head. "Vhy you not yell at me like other pack member do? Bah," he said, suddenly dismissing the notion and waving his hand. It was at this point that he noticed she was pregnant, and surely enough, was somewhat turned off by it.
"Round," he muttered, staring at her stomach.
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Firefly could care less who was trampsing across the packlands at this moment, the fellow wasn't a coyote and he didn't seem to want to come lunging at her throat to destroy one of the packmates so she just flicked her eyes at the stranger and went on her business. Pushing some of the broken glass around to where the colors seemed to explode even brighter Firefly moved off a distance and stared off at the colors, wondering if she'd ever see them in the sky like the sailors had spoken of on the ships from there to Ireland. Her ears flicked foreward as the male spoke again, his thick accent almost making her smile and yet she kept it at bay as her orbs turned back to the owner of that myserious sound.
"That's a pity, since wine is for drinking." she said softly as she lifted another bottle between her teeth and with a quick flick of her head sent it to join the others against the rocks that would serve to lounge upon in the lazy summer days. The crash and shatter of the bottle breaking made her smile as the male's off remark made her raise a brow at him and admit. "I am stranger than you will ever know." The words that had followed had so quickly been dashed aside as suddenly his eyes seemed to fixate on the swell of her abdomen, lowering her eyes at the word he muttered she flashed her fangs slightly and shook her head.
Boys were so dim sometimes she thought at as rolled her eyes. "Yes, round, and it will get rounder too. Is it that amazing? It wiggles and squirms on it's own too if you stare at it enough." She knew she was being cruel by mocking the man but how often did someone randomly just interject into their own comments on your laidback approach to suddenly being obsessed for a rare moment on one's own pregnancy. She just shook her head and taunted on. "It's a fiesty roundness too, sometimes it kicks if you get too close. Parasites, they're bad business." Firefly.. was not a sociable creature at all.
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He wasn't stupid; he knew what pregnancy was, and this became evident by the duel-colored glare of sarcasm he gave her when she began to mock him. He folded his arms over his chest and scoffed, shaking his head slowly. English was his third language; there were gaps in his vocabulary, and that was one of them. He didn't exactly discuss children and pregnancy with others very often, let alone in English. He did get the impression that she was not particularly fond of the pregnancy, especially since it was emphasized and spoken in such a bitter tone compared to the rest of her sarcastic speech. He made a face, then erupted into an overdrawn yawn, dark ears flicking and eyes wandering elsewhere. She was strange, yes, but she wasn't very interesting. Nikolai just liked the sight and smell of alcohol. He was Russian, after all.
"I know 'round'," he snapped back a little, accented voice overemphasizing. "Do not know vord. 'Round'. 'беременный'. Vith child." He snorted all of a sudden, eyes wandering back to the shattered bottles and the rainbows of snow. "Got vodka?"
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There was something seriously wrong with the girl, she really enjoyed seeing the emotions change on the stranger's face as she went on into her rant about the pregnancy and his pale description of it. She just stared at him a moment longer before choosing another bottle and listening to the crack and shatter of the glass on rock, it was a grand sound to her ears and it made her feel better to know that she was in control of something, atleast if only for the moment. She had expected the male to go away at being ignored but instead he just stayed there and had listened to her degrading him.
The words he snapped back made her grin wickedly as he tried to find the correct words this time and after a moment's frustration and the answer in another language he settled for a brief description that was obvious. She would rather he dropped the subject and just left her to destroying things but he didn't feel the need to when suddenly he piped up with a simple question. She stared at him like he was stupid. "You're in a vineyard.." She bared her fangs slightly as she grinned. "what comes from vine yards?" She moved over to the busted bottles and began to push them about some more to see if the colors would change on the snow as she grumbled. "If others from my pack have tried to run you off why are you still here then?" she asked the russian boy.
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"Cука," He shrugged to the remarks about the vineyard. Well, she was one, after all, and he didn't know the word in English. However, the wolf had said it so subtly that she probably might not have caught on to the word's true meaning, especially if she did not speak his language. Of course, this dim spark of light he was standing before did not particularly strike him as being all too intelligent and hardly the type who would know another language at all, let alone Russian. He smirked a little, toyed with the ring in his lip, and suddenly moved away from her, glancing quietly for the cellar that the glorious drinks must have been stored within. He cared about as much as she seemed to, particularly about her, and began to do his own little thing instead.
Of course, at her comment about her packmates, he shrugged and waved a hand carelessly over his shoulder. "Bah," he muttered, distracted. "They know nuhthingk. Girl yap, yap, yap, givf Nikolai headache. I do not care vhat they say." He sniffed a little at the air, peered at the nearby cellar, and smirked childishly.
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She couldn't help it when she heard the word thrown from his lips, she just snorted and stared at the male a moment before her eyes lit up with mischief and she snapped back. "Hui.." Spending one's childhood on a ship of pirates didn't teach her any skills that were very useful on land, except navigation by stars, but it had made her knowledge of certain words in most languages quite remarkable. She bared her fangs lightly as she chuckled, "Try.. bitch." She knew she really shouldn't be hindering the male, actually teaching him how to say the word in the english language could end up more harmful than helpful, but she didn't care, it wouldn't be her fault if it got his ass chewed into for saying it to the wrong female, though normally she would have been the wrong one any other day. She couldn't say why but she liked the Russian, probably just because it was sometihng new and shiny in her dull everyday existance.
Abandoning her game with the bottles she watched the male a moment as she knew his temptation was before him in the form of the cellar. A slight grin to her maw she explained. "Я рос на судне, один из матросов был русским.." She flicked her tail slightly as she watched him exploring closer and closer to the cellar. He wasn't exactly her guest, but he wasn't being thrown out of the lands yet so she let him be. He sortof reminded her of a raccoon, how persistant he was at getting to the spirits below but acting as though it was nothing that really interested him. "Go on, I ain't gonna stop you.." she said. The golden bronze woman wished that she could take a whole bottle for herself, even though she didn't want the children she caried she didn't want them to turn out birdbrained either. Grumbling at the loss of fine wines she just sighed and shook her head.
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When she spoke, Nikolai turned and glanced over his shoulder at her rather surprisingly, but recognized that glitter of mischief that laid deep within her eyes. He kept the term in his mind, the translation of his insult, and began to smirk when she started to explain herself. A foreigner she was, though this didn't come across as a surprise to him. She was a little exotic to be in the same pack as that black-and-blue tribal sacrifice he'd seen some time earlier, and the fact that she was words different from Cwmfen delighted him (and was a bit of a relief, he having thought the pack might've been composed of incredibly dull and boring people). Of course, it took relatively exotic people to really keep his interest. Nikolai had no interest in "good people". He was a bit of a scoundrel himself, after all!
He laughed outwardly when she continued in Russian (though he was not impressed by her silly little English accent). "I vas sailor longk time," he said, folding his arms and tail beginning to sway to and fro a bit more excited than usual. "Ocean is great place. Love boats. Smart girl." He smirked, and with her apparent permission, disappeared down into the cellar for a few moments before surfacing again with a few bottles in hand and toothy grin on face. "Found vodka," he beamed. "Vodka best kind. Vant some?"
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-and Niko would tempt her with things she shouldn't be doing!-
Firefly didn't care for the approval of the male but he was interesting enough. She'd always loved when they found port at one town or another, though she often wasn't allowed to leave the boat Firefly would study the strange and unusual wolves that made up the docklife. She'd grown to like the rough strange men and women that made up the hands for each ship they came to know. She eyed the male with a slight smile spread across her maw, "Much more exciting than the inland ventures.." she admitted. Though she didn't have any need to leave Dahlia de Mai anytime soon the golden bronze woman would have taken the sea over the lands, any lands except her Eire any day.
She watched him lazily as he disappeared into the cellar. She wasn't certain what he would find there, there were plenty of types of wines stocked in the cool buildings but she hadn't really investigated too far in. She might live right there in the vineyards but she didn't spend all her time within their grasps. When he resurfaced she raised a brow at the look that seemed to plaster his face as he exclaimed happily what he'd found. The heavily pregnant woman moved forward, wondering what this Vodka was like, though it was something she knew she should play with the little brat princess wanted to walk the dark side again, and why not begin with something that was taboo in her situation, it wasn't like the parasites could complain too much. "Best kind you say?" she asked as she moved away from her silly game to investigate what the stranger had to tempt her with.
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