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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 10:08 pm
The day was crisp, beautiful despite the cold air with winter sunlight filtering through to warm patches of ground here and there. Musketeer was circling slowly outwards after a careful patrol of the packlands, and heading towards Necrala's territory. He hadn't tried to seek her out after their heated and unpleasant morning exchange so long ago. Still he brought her food whenever he could and hoped that she would allow herself to feel as much for him as he still felt for her.
The intensity of his devotion had tragically doubled after their night together in her den. He had been plagued with moments of self loathing, doubt, fear, happiness, and hope. Still today things seemed bright enough that he might venture to risk a friendly hello with the femme who he so desired.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 6:25 pm
--- Letting out a gagging cough the femme left from her previous spot, shaking her pelt as she left. The winter fur, though obviously making her look larger, seemed to emphasize an abnormal bulge around her abdomen. It'd come on quickly, just about the same time she'd began to feel queer; irritable, happy, angry, miserable, confused. It's all that damn food he's bringing... The corpse-furred femme thought pessimistically. Never bother with the fact that it was probably the steadiest supply of food she'd had in probably her entire life, especially with winter approaching; it made her feel odd. Therefor there was a fault to hate.
--- Stopping in her tracks not far from her sleeping area the femme's hackles rose a bit, finding a scent carried on the wind. Not Musketeer. "Dammit..." She growled.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 6:18 pm
Musketeer moved with his usual stealth along the outer rim of the clearing and den that Necrala called her own. He wondered again at her distaste towards pack life and slowly slipped his nose into the open. With a careful sniff he noted a few things, for starters Necrala's scent was different somehow, but he couldn't place his paw on why. The bitter smell of a freshly upheaved meal also reached his nose and he frowned moving forward quickly hoping Necrala was not ill again.
"Necrala?" He called her name gently and moved to where he spotted her corpse colored pelt.
"Are you alright? Your not ill again? You look well enough..." He noticed the slight bulge she had aquired, but he hadn't been bringing her that much extra food. Still fat and healthy was better then scrawny and sickly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 2:44 pm
--- There was no food in his maw, nor scent of blood on his pelt that was show that he actually had a legitimate purpose for being here. Why the unexpected visit? Probably more of that 'why won't you love me?' rubbish of his.
--- And that was not a good reason to be around here. Lips raising as she gave the silver wolf a scowl of distrust, position stiff and defensive.
--- "You have no reason for being here."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:31 pm
Musketeer frowned as her hackles rose in defensive posture, was she always so ready to attack and deny him? It seemed she was indeed, he sighed and slipped closer to her.
"I came to make sure you were alright, you don't seem yourself Necrala. You've been sick quite often, and I know the food I've been bringing you is good, its the same my own pack eats from. Please tell me what's wrong?" He sat close to her gazing into her eyes and letting himself absorb once again the delightful sensation of being so close to her, the sweet new scent off her fur.
Such a delightful new smell it was, she smelled not of the death she resembled, nor did she smell of sickness beyond the food she had expelled, she smelled of fresh life. He licked his lips as his keen nose twitched and drank in the aroma much a sommelier would enjoy a fine wine. If he didn't know any better he would have laughably said she smelled like a wolf about to enjoy the fruit and trials of motherhood, but that was impossible Necrala was never around any males, except...He gulped and shook the thought away, impossible.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 4:51 pm
--- "I don't seem myself? Or do I not fit the aspects of your sick fantasies, simply begging for your embrace?" The femme inquired sharply with a eminent sarcastic tone, teeth giving a sharp warning click before Necrala moved from his side. She resented the familiarity he assumed was accustomed to their meetings, one was to meet enemies and strangers with hesitance and self-restraint; as he was both, he should act accordingly.
--- Posture kept dominant and eyes cold, she snorted. "I am fine, surely even one such as you can see that. Have you ever thought that I simply over-ate? I do hunt for myself, wolf." Of course it was an excuse to both comfort herself and get him off of her back, but he didn't need to know that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:38 am
"If you were begging for my embrace I would know you were sick...but as it is I can smell the change on you, in you." He watched her move and sighed watching her carefully and eyeing her middle.
"Thats not from overeating Necrala...it's different almost...bloated." He frowned and lightly bit his tounge uncertain if that was the correct word. He had never felt as if he had insulted a female, but he felt he may have with Necrala. It was hard to be gentle and delicate with her when she acted so viciously towards him. He licked his lips and shook off.
"I'm just saying theres something...wrong...and I would like to know what, maybe I can help?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 5:01 pm
--- "Then you admit to taking advantage of me on last, wolf?" Necrala growled, referring cold to their last impromptu 'meeting' and the assumed consensual act that went along with it.
--- Bloated? The word fell sharp on her ears and, glare intensifying, the femme looked at him. How dare he!
--- "So now I'm fit to be insulted? I'm fine, I've told you before. Now leave."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:10 pm
He couldn't win no matter what approach he took there was no point if defending himself and he certainly wasn't trying to offend her either. Still the cruel fact that she believed he would take advantage of her rankled him and his lips raised for a moment in a soft growl.
"I would thank you kindly not to tell such lies Necrala, if you want to believe them yourself I can't stop you, but to say such a thing...when I have only ever shown care for you..." He huffed and shook his head.
"I meant no insult, It's just...your not the same...you smell and look different and I won't leave until I know why." He gave a firm nod.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 7:27 pm
--- Hackles raised and body stiffened ever more at his growl, confirming her suspicions that, as all the visits before, this wouldn't end well. "You have shown nothing but pestilence to me.." Necrala retorted. "If you really cared as you've said, then you'd leave me to my ways without another thought.."
--- She snorted. "I am fine! Perhaps I've overeaten and merely smell different because I've just upchucked my dinner. I've allowed you enough to 'care' for me and enter my territory without prescribed permission for every visit, but this senseless paranoia is where I draw the line!" The femme roared angrily.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 10:27 pm
Like sandy cogs the wheels in Musketeers brain moved slowly and hindered. Still they worked despite their creaking protests moody...more so, loosing her dinner...and the weight gain... Musketeers eyes widened as he mentally counted back in his head. Oh dear...that meant...
"Necrala! Are you...going to have puppies?!" My Puppies! OUR Puppies! Musketeer didn't know if it was an occasion for total joy or utter horror. He was caught between both sensations and most confused by it all. Weren't pups only born to happy couples within the safety of a den and pack? Pack...he had to get Necrala to the pack so she could birth in the den and be safe! Where Gracia could help her and Crunch's pink companion could help her if anything went wrong!
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 12:48 pm
--- Puppies? The thought had never even crossed her mind before, and for good reason. A hermit female, living on her own in the forest, she had no time for pups! Even her childhood memories were quite muddled, did she even know how to have pups?
--- Well, there was, but, no! No! That couldn't be it. "It's just a stomach virus, I'm fine." Necrala growled, trying to reassure herself. She couldn't be pregnant! Pregnant wolves had homes, and mates, and a loving family, which she had none of!
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:11 pm
"Your not sick Necrala...you don't smell sick you smell..." pregnant "different..." He finished with a soft sigh. The timing the signs it was all there infront of him, not only was she pregnant but she could have those pups any day now, any second.
The thought made him tense and move closer to her, he wanted to usher her to safety. No attempt to correct this particular problem was going to be good enough though.
"You...I need to get you to a safe place...if I had known...I would never have left you on your own like this." He growled softly to himself and frowned. "I need to get you to the pack where someone can help you with this..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:56 pm
--- SHE WAS NO PREGNANT! Her mind rejected the thought as soon as it came, though the facts backing up the theory were obviously there. She was obviously bigger, the strange nudges from inside her stomach (which she originally thought was an upset stomach from a rabbit gone queer), the mood swings. Necrala, though inexperienced with it herself had seen the signs when she was younger, back in the pack.
--- The female raised her lips in warning as he stepped closer, taking another step back. "I am not, and I NEVER will be, wolf. I'm not going anywhere with you..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 7:22 pm
Musketeer looked at her desperate now, it wasn't for himself but for the thought of their creation...creations it was sure to be more then one? How would he know, no one had told him of these affairs, how to help? Could he even help? He needed to get Necrala to some REAL help like Gracia and Alas. They were females after all they would know what to do and how to do it. He couldn't leave this stubborn female that he longed for so much in the cold wintery dusk to curl up in a den and possibly give birth to children of their combined efforts.
Their children...the thought made him more nervous then before. What kind of father was he? He and Necrala weren't proper mates or anything...still he had to do what was right.
"You are...you really are Necrala...and you must come with me. I have to take you where you can get help and be safe and warm...please.
If not for yourself or for me then for ...for our...your pups, and mine...please." He hoped her stubborn streak didn't include a heartless tint as well.
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