[PRP] Learning how to speak again... [Nana x Kharai]

[Reoakee]

She shrugged as if it didn’t matter to her. It truly didn’t. A kill could be done quickly and taken off. While as long as the fox wasn’t as big as this one. Still she backed away keeping her eyes on the larger vixen. Once out of sight she turned and headed toward the cave the other had mentioned. The other fox’s comments had annoyed her. She might take a n** out of the other fox just for spite. The thought scattered from her mind as quick as it came. Kharai rarely held emotions for too long. They just weren’t worth the effort. She would rather spend the energy hunting or finding a place to keep from the sun’s painful rays. Survive it was a simple matter. Now was this fox to be her prey or a mercy killing that was the question.
 

[NymiiNym]

She didn't care anymore.

There used to be a time when she was happy. When she smiled and nuzzled warm fur. When she had someone beloved. There was a time when she traveled with two bodyguards and smiled everyday. There was a time when she had two daughters who loved one another and were her pride and joy.

There was.

Now was a time where she loved a man who did not want her. A time where her love meant nothing now, and she was just a small, white, plain little fox with nothing to offer and nothing to give. She could guess why he left, she could spend all night guessing. Was it because she spoke weird? Was it because she was plain? Was it because of the annoying bell-bracelet she cherished so? Was it because she was meek and small and possessed no wings like he had? Was she a mistake?

Love was a mistake. How could she trust it again when the one she loved more than anything had so quickly turned his back on her? How could she smile again to two daughters who now held hostility towards one another? How could she use the words her ex-mate had taught her? Her life was some joke, some cruel joke she was tired of possessing. A joke she wasn't laughing at.

And so she had ran. Ran from daughters she couldn't view as the sweet little girls who once loved one another. Ran from their godparents who always asked "why" and hissed hostile words at the direction her ex now lived. Ran from a den that still has his scent. She had collapsed, and then was collected and put within this strange den that smelled of herbs and water. A den that the elder she had stumbled upon ushered her to. This was her home now, a den meant for the sick. Was she sick? Was she too thin? Was she too weak? What was she now? What was she anymore?

Footsteps... who? It wasn't the elder, no. This fox did not smell like lilac. White ears flicked against the back of her head as she smelled blood. Someone violent? Oh... And he wasn't here to protect her anymore. He did not care if something happened to her... He wasn't hers anymore. So, this scent of blood could hurt her, and maybe she wanted that. Maybe she wanted some damn excuse to just stop thinking about him and them. Any damn excuse.
 

[Reoakee]

Finding the den had been an easy task. Kharai quietly sleeping in and noticed the white form on the ground of the cave. There was no guard in it’s posture was one of just flat open defeated. She didn’t smell sickness on the fox but it didn’t look well. The blood though… that she could smell so keenly and so sweetly. Even more than the elders. Her mouth watered at the thought of the blood and she moved forward. The other fox was so small and fragile looking Kharai knew she could snap her like a twig if she tried. The other large red fox should have come if she wanted to garentee the safety of the other. Pity this little thing would be no challenge; which is what Kharai liked, not having to work. She nodded her head at the other little fox. “the big red fox told me where to find you. Lay still” It was as much of comfort as she was willing to give. With that said she moved forward and looked over the fox clearly examining her. Raising a paw she bumped the bracelet her own jangling when she did so. “pretty.” She walked up and down the white vixen’s length looking her over before selecting a spot just on the back of her neck. The other fox just seemed to have no energy. She worried that would affect the taste. Active things tasted better. Leaning down she sniffed the back of the white fox’s neck before deciding it would do.

Now Kharai moved with speed she raised a paw and held the back of the white fox’s skull while she nipped quickly into the vixen’s neck to taste the blood. It might have hurt but not nearly as much as it could have. The blood from her earlier kill was still heavy in her belly making her not nearly hungry enough to kill, but it tasted good enough that she wanted a few gulps. When she was finished she pulled her neck back and held a paw over the wound to seal it. She could still hold the little weak fox in place.

 

[NymiiNym]

Oh, okay.

Nana simply watched the new fox as they approached. She flinched briefly when the other approached, but she was reminded of her inability to care. What did it matter, anyway, if this vixen just stomped on her throat and crushed her windpipe under her paw? Who cared anymore? Nana had lived for others all her life. She had lived a life with love and watching as she gained the best thing she could want. Family. And now that family was ripped apart and she was forgotten. She no longer had family, and now did it matter if the little white fox died? Her purpose was gone, and so was her meaning.

So, when the vixen lowered her head and touched her neck she simply squeezed her eyes shut, remembering a quick prayer to the Deities above. Even if she was unloved and unwanted she wished for the best for those she loved. Honest to the end...

And then the brief pain. She flicked an ear, mute mouth twitching. Mm? Why did she feel warmth leave her? Was she dying? Curious red eyes flicked up to view the other when, instead, her neck was covered and the other held her in place. She wasn't dead, but she felt weaker. Had... was that blood she smelled? Had her blood been taken? Was this woman feeding off her blood?

Was Nana actually benefitting someone?  

[Reoakee]

“Sweet. Weak though. More fluids to keep it up.” Kharai was amused that this vixen didn’t scream or even really struggle. It was momentary twitches at best. She didn’t smell ill and her blood tasted good. “No screaming.” It was a question and statement. She moved in front of the female after she was certain the bite on the neck stopped bleeding. She leaned down so that she was eye level with the female. Her eyes blinked slowly as her head tilted. “Are you not afraid? Most are.” It was very rare to find a fox who would willingly be fed from. Maybe this one was just slow in the head? That might explain why she was foolish enough to be wasting away. Still the eyes didn’t seem that way. They were sad? Yes that was the word she was looking for. There were no other scents around so this one was all alone. Moving off to the vixen’s side she took a deep whiff of the vixen’s blood again but didn’t bite. The scent was soft and alluring one that most would miss, but the blood was another story. It sang loud in Kharai’s ears and the taste lingered on her tongue like the sweetest fruit. She took the time to examine the neck bite and make sure there was no additional seepage. No need to waste the blood after all.  

[NymiiNym]

Nana shrugged when the other spoke, not quite understanding. Ah. So, that was what it felt like having your blood drained. What was the word? Vamp... Vamp....

Vampire.

Her ears perked up and eyes widened briefly when the other moved in-front of her, red eyes focusing on the other quietly, weakly. So, she had met a vampire and now was it's juice box. Well. It seemed her life was forever exciting.... wasn't it? If Yugure had been here...

No. Stop. She was done thinking about Yugure. No more of that god forsaken name. Her eyes squeezed shut for a second to attempt removal of the name before glancing up as the vampire spoke. Was she afraid? Why would she be? Her lifemate had dumped her. Her children had split up. Her best friends were now gone and had vanished. She had nothing of her own anymore, so why would she be afraid? What was there to lose that she hadn't already lost?

With a shake of her head to say "no", the selective mute simply sighed when the vampire moved to her side. It wasn't one of irritation, she honestly didn't care about the vampire being there. She was just tired, and even more so now that she had been drained. Kithara should be visiting soon, right? Unless the woman had sacrificed her to this vampire. Ah, that'd make sense.  

[Reoakee]

Satisfied that the wound was closed enough it was time to move onto other things. The vixen was just wasting away and clearly had no other injuring and didn’t even have sickness of the blood. What ever was wrong with her was all in her head. That wasn’t really a bad thing since she was clearly mutable when it came to suggestions. “Good. You’re fine. Now… G-E-T- U-P.” This was coupled with a paw swat to the flank. You’re being a waste as you are and with blood as tasty as yours that’s unforgivable. The line of thought lead to a soft growl. You have no other wounds than my little bite. You are weak from lack of food and water. You don’t smell of death lingering and your blood is healthy. Why you don’t want to live is beyond me and I don’t really care but it will be with better blood and in a spot where the red fox won’t be coming to your rescue. Kharai moved around and looked at the vixen again with a face that clearly expected to be obeyed. She gave the order to get up once again and gave a small sweep of her paw on the floor indicating her impatience. She already knew where she’d take the vixen and how she’d handle this mess. Maybe she could use the cave during the day for a while until she found a better spot but she was not going to waste a night indoors when the moon and stars were so much sweeter to behold. She sat still as stone waiting for the vixen to get up and be ready to move. Food was first on the list and Kharai just happened to know where a decimated corpse drained of blood was at.