As soon as the male had left, Ai snarled slamming paws and her own body against the side of the stall. Thought after thought plagued her mind. Why the hell, at this time, did he have to decide to breed her now. She was still in her prime, and had many battles to wait. Sure, one day Ai would want babies, but that wasn’t supposed to be for a while! Now, she was stuck with them. Her life would be put on hold because of a human. What better luck would that be. Perhaps it would be so bad if that damn mokai just wouldn’t be such a b*****d. She would be happy she was having pups that was not an ‘accidental’ thing ,but rather something that her master had wanted. He had never steered her wrong before, so why did she think he had this time. Why did that mokai make her feel like s**t every time he came around? Angered flooded through the striped female’s veins as she continued to make a hissy fit, spilling bowls of leftover kibble from the morning, and even toppling over her water bucket so it soaked her once clean shavings. She didn’t care though. Her mood was ruined, and it was that cocky son-of-a-b***h’s fault.
Her ears perked forward as she heard a human shout (“Knock it off in there!”) but did nothing else. Snarling some more, the mokai took her tether, and hooked it onto the latch on the door. She just wanted to slam it shut, to be away from everyone in her now musky smelling stall. She wanted to see no one, human or mokai alike. She just wanted to be alone.
She was having a hard time in doing just that, so instead continuing to fail, she just barked at the door. And barked. And barked some more. Finally, the human (who she could only assume had yelled a few minutes ago) came over, glared at the fighter, and slammed the door shut himself. Ignoring the messy stall the mokai had just created, he walked away, grumbling to himself about how he ‘hated the job’.
Rolling her eyes, the mokai sighed. She glanced down at her ‘pudgy’ belly, reminiscing the words she had just spoken with Imnir. She had been too slow to even attack from a mere inches. That was pitiful. No fighter mokai should ever have to endure such embarrassment, especially one like herself who had yet to lose in the pit. Obviously the choice her human had made was the wrong one. Having pups was making her weak. She may never win in the compound again. A wave of sadness overcame the anger that once festered in her blood. She felt useless, betrayed even. Once a ‘mighty’ fighter dropped down to something just short of a ‘broodmare’ so to speak.
Stumbling over the now wet and sloppy shavings, the female went to dig under it. She didn’t want to be seen. She didn’t want others to comment on how ‘fat’ she was getting. Little insecurities like this caused the female to feel terrible, and being pregnant only caused her hormone level to increase dramatically. She dug until she found she was could be under the shaving well enough to hide her body, but still be able to stick her nose out to breath. She was tired. The little scuffle that was pretty nonexistent had drained whatever energy she had.
Ai sneezed, the musky smell of wet pine invading her senses. She didn’t care. She was too tired to care. Within a few moments, the mokai was put into a deep sleep. Thoughts plaguing her dream world, causing even a terrible ruckus in her mind.
A few hours passed, and Ai was still asleep. J.B. had returned, laughing with a group of friends as they entered the stables. “She’ll be due soon. Maybe you guys can estimate how many pups you’ll think she’ll have. She has had no losses in the compound, so I bet the pups will sell for a lot more than usual!” He stated excitedly, stopping on the stall with the gold-plated name slot that read “Ai: J.Boyd Lindon”.
The man stared at the closed door, huffing. “Who shut this door?” The murmurs of friends around him caused him to shake his head. “There goes people, messing with her again. First someone lets her off the tether. Then this? What’s next, a thief going to come in and steal everyone away.” J.B. grumbled himself, unlocking the stall door and sliding it open.
“Ai.” He spoke gruffily. Patting his thighs for his fighter to come. When there was no answer, he glanced around the messy stall.
“She sure makes a mess, huh JB?” one of the friend’s murmured, causing a few chuckles from the posse.
“I can assure you, she isn’t normally like this. Must be those female hormones.” He sucked in his breath as the wet scent hit his nose. He’d have to get the stable hand to triple check her stall throughout the day if this is how she was going to be.
“Now where is she…” his dark eyes scanned.
“Is that her?” The same friend who had made the mess comment earlier spoke up.
JB followed the gaze of the other, spotting the small nose sticking out from under the shaving. “She’s never done that before either.” He said quietly, moving the shaving from atop the mokai for others to get a better look. “Ai. Wake up.”
The female mokai rustled in her sleep, blearily opening an eye to the other. What do you want? she glared at her owner. She wasn’t very happy with him, and she sure was showing it.
JB picked up his female, holding her in his arms in a way her belly was facing the group of friends. “Any guesses?” he smirked, laughing as the female struggled in his hands.
Put me down you big oaf! Leave me alone! Ai snarled and growled, struggling in his hands.
“I don’t think she is happy, JB.” The group laughed, and the man put the mokai down. She instantly moved back under the shavings, trying to ignore the laughter that began to plague her mind.
“Is she okay?” One of the women had asked.
“She’ll be fine! I’m sure she just wants a clean stall, and she’ll be happy again.” JB kept the stall door open, walking away from the group. “So…any guesses?”
Ai couldn’t hear anything else, as the group had left the stable. All she knew was she just wanted to go back in time, and never again do what she had done with Erebus. She wouldn’t ever subject herself to this kind of torment ever again.
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