Jul 26, 2011 18:05:02 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Jul 26, 2011 18:05:02 GMT -5
"Kasimira and I are expecting pups."[/size]
It was short, sweet, to the point. But to Kasimira his lyrics were divine, the way they floated and dipped through the thick air, gentle in some aspects and boastfully prideful in others. Tortuga would make a lovely father figure for her children, with his strong ways and unmatched prowess. The black she-wolf's fur began to lie flat, taking time to survey her pack.
Calliope. Sweet, nurturing even though she was dutifully respectful. Kyren. Bold, yet not without reason, and now her Beta. Matrid. Bulky for a female but quiet and respectful. Korie. Eh. That was where the picture went fuzzy. The black she-wolf whose coat resembled her own had not been with the harem long; hopefully she would play her placid part well. Silly me! She'd forgotten Zy. The trickster, flirtatious demon he was... What would he think of her new mate? What would he think of her pregnancy?
"... Even with you being sexy enough to count as two there's more than this in a harem, no offense. "
Those playful, coy words came swiftly back to her, reverberating as she considered them. Sure, he had been a good brute to mess with in her single state but the same, prodding behavior couldn't--wouldn't--hold up now. Not with Tortuga. The ebony she-wolf shot her mate a glance. What would he think of the black pelted Casanova? Granted, she had held a small flame of affection for him at one time... Kasimira's blue eyes flickered in the darkness as Calliope's wavering voice cut abruptly through her troubled thoughts.
"Con-congratulations, my lady,"
Was that surprise lingering in her eyes? Narrowing her eyes the alpha said nothing, dipping her head as if she hadn't spotted the vague uncertainty that had glittered there. Sure, she had never exactly planned for this happen--never had she planned on having her own pups, actually--, but Tortuga was so d*mn attractive; easily too much to ignore. Those flashing cerulean optics gleaming from a pale, white coat. He glistened like snow to her, pure and innocent. Well. Heh. Kasimira chuckled at the thought of the night they had shared together being called "innocent". Not by any means.
"Congratulations to you both."
Korie's soft voice drifted her way, meek in tone. Black fur ruffling, Kasimira blinked her thanks, trying to ease the silence that had suddenly enveloped the cavern. Was it a crazy idea? Her? With puppies? Kasimira tilted her head at Tortuga, nuzzling him as if looking for reassurance. What was he thinking? If only she could read minds. Hmph. Why hadn't Eperna given her that as a gift?
Eperna! It was with a jolt that Kasimira remembered the season. Summer. The ending of summer to be precise. And that meant Eperna's summer festivities would be happening all over the country. Celebrations and sacrifices would be presented to the goddess on the Hagen Mesa, some wolves searching and pleading for a better stock of prey, others requesting freedom. Her pack must attend! To not would be punishable by the great deity herself and with puppies on the way it was unwise to ignore her with such audacity.
Kasimira looked disdainfully at her broken leg. If she wanted to be walking by the time of her birthing she needed to rest. The thought pained her to the core; running as the free wolf does was a great privilege that most would take for granted. Before it had never struck her as lucky that all of her limbs had been unscathed up to this point. Now, however, it was apparent how handicapped she was and the blood boiled viciously in her veins at the thought. Crippled. That's what you are. She let loose a soft growl, closing her eyes as if reprimanding herself. Kasimira nudged Tortuga, her eyes gazing at him in question.
"Will you take a sklavin or two to Eperna's festival for me?"
It was a question. Kasimira was never one to simply ask; she was the demanding, you-better-do-it type. How sweet of her.
"But before that, we should hunt."
With a dancing of fire in her icy eyes, Kasimira limped up, her nares flaring. She dearly missed the feeling of the hunt, the wind rushing through her fur, the excitement of running wild, the taste of blood as the scent hit the air. It sent shivers up her spine thinking about such things. Regardless, Tortuga would have to lead their efforts tonight. Lead them well, love.