Username: Milorganite
Contest Trying for: RP #1
Wolf Wanted: Tauro
Prompt:
Your memory is riddled with things from your past. Good and bad experiences alike, you've come to a jumping-off point in your life. You are ready for something new. Just as you begin to reach this conclusion and begin to change your life for what you deem the better, a wolf that is very close to your heart has betrayed you. You are hurt. You need to act accordingly to right this wrong.
What did this wolf do? Who was it? What is your course of action? Did you react violently with a strong paw, or did you decide to talk things out?
Tauro was older. She was not old, not yet, but... older. There were funny lumps under her skin that appeared and disappeared at random. The gray in her stripes was spreading. The hairs around her eyes and muzzle were growing out with no abandon, and when she walked, she could feel the joints in her knees.
She was older but not yet old. She would be old when she started acting like her own grandmother, with slow movements and bleary eyes and a genial disposition. Tauro was not genial; she was still a long way from genial.
Being older, though... she could take that in stride. She could mellow, a little. Mellowing was not the same as becoming old. And she could choose what she would mellow about.
Karpa was older, now, too, though to Tauro he was just as handsome as the day she met him... thick, chocolatey fur streaked with bright gold; big, wet yellow eyes; and a tail that crooked a little to the left. She loved him, with all the passion that she brought to everything else in her life, a passion that had not driven him off as it had so many others.
Apparently, though, he was having problems with getting older. Apparently, running with a big, strong, powerful female wasn’t the same when she farted in her sleep or when her skin went lax. Apparently Karpa needed someone younger to keep him warm at night.
Fine. So he wanted to sleep with a whelp and think he could get away with it. So maybe she could get away with biting him in the a**.
“What the hell, Tauro!” he shouted at her, after he’d returned from a late-night escapade.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said, in a honeyed voice. “You know, in the dark, I got confused... because from this end, you smell like a different wolf.”
He growled and stalked off again, but in the morning he came back and said he was sorry without so many words, and she accepted it because, really, she understood. He was male. It wasn’t like she had never ogled a younger piece of tail. The next morning, they continued on their way, because passionate Tauro had a goal in mind.
Her childhood pack had broken up, leaving her alone and confused as to how to deal with other wolves. She had been an adult, for goodness’ sake, but she did not know how to work well with others. That is, until Karpa, who was just as fierce as she was, and didn’t mind her whims. He could even stop them when he got tired of them, and she respected that.
Still, he was willing to follow her. Tauro wanted to find Gerda, her mute sister that had been stolen from her. The last she knew, Gerda had been heavy with pups, though by whom, Tauro did not know. Tauro herself was surprised... at the time, she herself had considered their age far too young to bear pups, but then again, Gerda was part of a new pack now, and Tauro heard only rumors.
Still, she remembered how she had burned with righteous, passionate anger when she heard Gerda had left them all and apparently found a new life elsewhere, when none of them had heard from her for so long. And Laos had gone after her, making Tauro even more angry, when her brother knew that the family was just as important to her as it was to him.
Funny, how things mellow.
She woke, two days later, sleeping through the heat of noon, to the sounds of strange voices. Rousing herself, she blinked in confusion as Karpa carried on a heated conversation with two other wolves. She pulled herself to her feet, readying herself for a confrontation.
“What’s going on?” she asked, bumping shoulders with her mate.
Karpa turned to her, but before he could find the words to say, one of the other wolves spoke in a blunt voice. “This wolf has impregnated a daughter of our pack. He must return to be her mate, or we will kill him.”
They were not kidding. Tauro lowered her head, her hackles bristling. “Now, you look at me, buddy... you cannot and will not take this wolf...”
But Karpa hushed her. “Tauro, don’t.”
Karpa sniffed. She understood why. Hidden from sight, these woods were packed with wolves. Wolves who smelled of the land they’d just gone through.
Frustrated and with no other outlet, Tauro turned on Karpa. “You b*****d,” she snapped. “I hope you scar.”
Then she ran, anger in her veins and forcing her away, away from all of her worries. Toward family, because that was where she belonged. Karpa could keep his pup-wife; she wanted her brother, her sister, her nieces... and a place of her own.
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