[MaMa] Death Becomes Us
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Never let it be said that there were limitations to a Nomad’s loyalty. To have a limitation, a reservation regarding the request of the collective, was a blatant insult and a grandiose display of disloyalty that would not be forgotten so long as the generation lived on to share the tale with their offspring. Such blasphemy was unacceptable, even of its Shepard whom upheld these ideals. But never let it be said the price of loyalty wasn’t steep. To humble and shame in a single instance all for the sake of family; was there any greater price than one’s dignity for that?

Time and again the Nomad wondered this. Anticipating what her mate would say…what her brother would say. How her Shepard- her Father would look upon her now. Would he be glad his teachings were taken to the fullest extent to heart? Or would he be ashamed to see his first born lying next to the scourge of their family? She could hardly look at herself, let alone the mutt beside her. Each moment awake to look into his eyes was a reminder of what she would do for her Family, and just how far she had fallen in her heart and soul for them. Bitter was a childish word. It was not even close enough to express her disdain. But it would suit for the time until the civilized tongue could fashion something more vile that she may utter it time and time again until her voice turned hoarse and she was rendered mute. It would…just have to do.

With the first light of the morning in her eyes, the Nomad awoke to the pale sight of her…new mate as she always did. A quick glance over his body to ensure he was not injured, then a quick bound from the den to be gone for the remainder of the day. Only when she was yards away and the scent of the den was immediately out of reach did she stop for a moment to stretch the nightly atrophy from her limbs. Amidst the pull did her stomach growl, demanding food for what she dreaded could have been growing inside. Starvation would have been selfish…ignoring it would have done no good to herself or to the alliance she hoped to achieve. But how she wanted to indulge, and yet refused for her Family and reminded herself time and again that her sacrifices to her dignity were for them.

The body could be wounded and then it would heal. But one’s pride was not so easy to mend once it was damaged. And now torn it was…


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WC:: OOC:: Ooooh, spicy!


He laid there on his side slowly coming into conscious existence. Getting up he groaned stretched and yawned, this being his wake up routine. The mottled disaster work of dreams and night time imagery slipped away from him. They never made sense anymore, some saw these as warnings and depictions of future events to come. Thankfully he didn’t, nor did he really care. Mido refused to believe in such nonsense as destiny and fate; life was everything they made it to be.

The hybrid dog stared out the only way in and out of their den. X’yrin had already taken off for the day, he wasn’t surprised though as this was pretty common place. Whenever he looked into her amber colored eyes, they weren’t filled with love. It didn’t take a genius to see that she wasn’t perfectly happy with the way things turned out. Sometimes the man himself wondered how they got where they did. Ultimately it was the decision to try and make things better, to strengthen ties and alliances. Maybe it wasn’t what she wanted in her heart but a logical move for others best interest.

There were no flames between the two, they weren’t madly in love. As her new mate he cared and tried to make the best of what they had, trying to move past the tension he could feel. He wasn’t certain if he’d jaded her somehow, or if there was anything he could do alleviate their relationship. He briskly left the den and followed her unmistakable scent. The rays of the rising had yet to warm the day and the grass beneath his secui paws was soaked with dew.



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Quiet steps across the dew laden grass led the Nomad as far as her legs could carry her. They lacked the dexterity of a more rested soul, falling heavily and sound on the ground as she stumbled along. One might have thought the woman was ill with how the lumbered through the hardily wooded fields. And she would contest with the claim that she was in decent health; little more than a cold that impaired her and dried her nose to an unpleasant itch.

Periodically she would brush her nose within the gentle damp blades but it did little to alleviate the irritation. Just more of the same unpleasant itching until she decided it held little true importance and carried on with her task. She needed food. A fawn would do, since the Shepard did not feel confident that her strength could down a bulk on her own. Many a time she had down so with her impressive size, but at the moment, instinct compelled her to take a safer course. One that would ensure she would return to the den alive though it was the last place she wanted to be.

Lowering her muzzle to part through the dampness, she wandered along keeping her sense open for the hint of fodder. Her hunting companions remained within the pack on her request, to act as their alarm should danger appear. Leaving her to utilize her own senses as she had done all her life, and relearn what she knew of the primitive hunt. The dampness of the grass tried to stifle the scent but it was still there within the blades, fresh and new. The Nomad further quieted her steps as she lowered her body to assume the predator’s crouch within the thatch and brush. The snag and pull of dried flora to her mane went unheeded and she persisted onward, keeping all her senses open for hint of her quarry.

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With the huskadore’s nose flush to the ground he followed the invisible trail that was hers. The grass was finally beginning to dry. Mido caught sight of her much farther up ahead; she assumed a hunting position, her body crouched low into the brush. She was stalking something, but what was it? Quickly he moved past tree line to his left and into the cover of the wooded area. Stealthily he padded along the edge of the growth, ever careful about his footing. Out of sight out of mind, she wouldn’t know of his presence and neither would her target.

As he continued on with his silent observation a lone young deer came into view. It wasn’t a newborn and it was still far from maturity. His mate was very good at what she did. The fighter could see the story unfold as to how this creature’s life would soon end. A growl sounded from his stomach; occasionally he too forgot that he needed to eat. Remembering some tougher times in his life, he scoured the ground for a small meal, a treat really, anything that would tide him over for a bit. The dog shifted a rock with a paw, beneath it a mass of different bugs. He made a disgusted face, shook his head and moved the rock back. I’m not that desperate.

X’yrin closed much of the distance between herself and the fawn. She was in the perfect place to advance on the unsuspecting prey. Mido watched hunt with utmost attention. His muscled body slunk low along the moist forest floor so he would go unnoticed.



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The steps were light upon the ground, barely audible but tangible enough for the wolf in hiding to pick up on. They were the hesitant steps of youth taken for perhaps the first few seasons of life. Brave...but cautious. Warned no doubt by the experience of loss but still, the young quarry needed to eat. The female's ears came forward at the snap of the twig beneath hoofed feet then silence... She could spot the speckled hide of the innocent standing still with head aloft and ears swiveling, straining for the hints of its inevitable demise.

...and it came swiftly from the brush. A charging body primed with adrenaline leapt for the startled youth with teeth bared and claws extended for its throat. The kill was quick with hardly a wasted spurt of blood in the air but with a scent stark enough to alert other predators of the success. The youth wailed in agony but its fragile neck was snapped before it could breathe in for a second. But that single cry had been enough to call forth a retaliation in raging horns and sharply tapered toes.

The female had hardly a moment to revel in her kill before the twelve points of an enraged buck charged for her side in revenge of the stolen youth. The Nomad was dragged down by the weight of her kill hindering her movements to only a narrow miss of her vulnerable belly. But the deer's vengeance was exacted by the tears to her flank. Golden fur was marred red and torn from muzzle. The female yelped in pain but refused to let go of her prize. Instead she swung her body over it as the enraged bulk paused in his charge. Only then did she release it to stand firmly over the lifeless body. Her head lowered and tail erect, ears pinned down and lips unfurled she bore into the creature's eyes daring him to charge her again even as she felt her precious life draining with every droplet staining the spotted pelt between her powerful legs...


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It seemed as soon as the show started that it was over. She’d flawlessly killed the fawn, it last cry hadn’t carried far enough for those near to hear. He smiled ready to walk away, when a large infuriated male deer went after her bent on revenge. X’yrin had been slowed by the fawn’s lifeless presence. The buck had glanced her with its horns; her yelp sent a terrifying sensation through his body. He didn’t know the extent to which she had been hurt, as he couldn’t see the details. Concern, fear and panic that churned quickly evolved into anger and a protective urge. Unable to remain there he fled his hiding amongst the trees with urgency, acting on what he felt and what he thought. Adrenaline coursed through him, he huffed hard as he raced toward the deer. The fighter moved faster than he remembered being capable of and yet it seemed not fast enough.

His teeth were fully bared and claws ready. His mate stood her ground, ready to guard her kill as one with any sense of pride would. The buck squared off, stomping it’s hooves with antlers pointing toward her, ready for another go. Mido had no intentions of letting that happen. He leapt at the creature’s neck with all his might; the impact took the two to the ground. Entangled with the deer he let out a yelp as he couldn’t avoid getting kicked. Still managing to get his mouth directly on its throat he tore it. Futilely the buck gasped for air as it bled to death till it’s eyes were lifeless. He limped over to where X’yrin stood over the fawn. She was hurt and he wanted to find out how bad, he was no medic but he could do the most basic things. He looked at her, full knowing that she’d rather not lay eyes on him. How badly are you hurt?



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She was braced and ready for the forced of it, knowing full well the senseless nature of the prey animals and their narrow minded attempts at retaliation. He would stomp and scrape and try to retrieve his dead, but the female would be damned if she gave up her kill. More than her life depended on it. She could feel it within her, growing…starving. That life could not dwindling not for its own sake, but for the sake of what it represented. Always what it represented.

The female rounded her shoulders and lowered her head. Teeth and gums flashing in challenge for the buck to come forth and meet his demise. And it had as soon as it charged, but not by her own teeth. Her were concealed in alarm for the blur that shot across the ground, capturing the prey by the throat and silencing it in a display the she-wolf would have been damned to honor as valiant. The dog… no. Her mate had taken it, abruptly ending the challenge before it commenced but scarring the proud Nomad in a way only a selfless mongrel could.

As he came closer to her, leaving the buck to bleed out on the ground, she instinctively stepped back to covet her prey. But even that subtle bend was a reminder of the wound incurred and like a twig snapping under the slightest pressure, she buckled on top of her kill in pain. The adrenaline ebbed from her veins, reacquainted her naked nerves to pure, unbridled pain. Her eyes were wide as the flesh twisted and pulled at her movements until it became unbearable that she was forced still across the meat. By the Ancestors’ will… long since had she felt such pain… and for the first time in a long time, she was fearful of how deeply it would run within her. What was the damage that her eyes could not see? How deep would the scar of this segment run?

“I don’t know…” she gasped, squinting as both wound and racing heart ached. She could not rightly tell if she was answering his question or responding to her own, but the answer to both was the same regardless. “I do not know…but it hurts. It hurts…”

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