Something Within {Datura}

[Roka]

Roka was miserable. For whatever reason she could not get comfortable at night, her body constantly complaining. She hadn't managed a good night of sleep since Sabaoth had left, so obviously he was the root of her problems. The food here didn't much appeal to her and she was finding herself more and more selective when it came to food. She also noticed that she was getting slower and had gained some weight since her arrival on the island. It made sense since she now had a pack to hunt with, not having to work as hard to bring down enough food for herself. Giving up on sleep she decided to go in search of Datura. Roka didn't know many other people in the pack and although she deplored company the female needed some help. If she didn't start sleeping soon she wasn't going to be a very pleasant pack mate. The last thing she needed was for her temper to get her into trouble with the alpha. It was all Sabaoth's fault, she had been feeling so unsettled since he had taken her. Of course he would never admit to causing her discomfort it was obvious that his rough lovemaking had done more damage then they had thought. Roka would never regret what had passed between them, but it did add a little more fuel to her anger. If he was here she would at least have some help with this, be able to tell someone.

For now Datura would have to be the one to listen to her concerns. She really hoped that she wasn't sick or that there was no lingering damage. It would be just like life to screw her over when she was finally getting a sliver of happiness. Trodding along she took a break every now and again, regaining her breath. Whatever was wrong with her it was sapping her energy. She wanted to kick herself for being so weak. Grumbling she looked about wondering where the best place would be to look for the tiny femme. Huffing and Puffing she made it to the center of where the pack tended to congregate when they didn't have duties to perform. Being the matriarch it made sense that Datura would be around the new mothers and young pups. Her own had made the swim away from the island to the Agoge, so she had more time to focus on the raising of other pups. "Damn male making me miserable." He had gotten his jollies off and then left her to sit on this island while he was off teaching the young ones. He was teaching Datura's children, his nieces and nephews. It was selfish of her to be so angry with him for doing his part to help his pack, but she cared not. His actions had been selfish in nature so she would not regret hers. "Datura?" She called out hoping that the matriarch was close enough to hear her. Trekking about to find the alpha's mate seemed an unbearable task. If anyone knew the adverse effects of breeding with a giant it was sure to be her.

@datura

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The island was crawling with pups as the summer wore on, scorching and merciless. Datura was counting down the days until the next litters of youth were old enough to leave Ina’mos for the first time. They were ravenous little brutes, quickly growing and insatiable in appetite. The huntresses had struggled to keep up with their hunger, though Ina’mos provided enough for the enormous pack to survive. Even Datura had joined in a few of the hunts, to lend an extra set of jaws in order to feed the many pups that didn’t belong to her. She still preferred to hunt alone, but as the pups developed and thrived, Datura’s matriarchal duties had waned. Until the next breeding season brought a new wave of little ones to their ranks, Datura had more spare time than she had experienced in months – and she hated it. Her newfound purpose was to care for the coming generations, to secure her mate’s legacy and that of the pack she had helped to establish. Now, she found she missed the tiny squeaks and growls of her pups as they practiced fighting with one another, or with one of their smaller half-siblings. In spite of the torturous suffering it had taken to produce them, she couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

For now, Datura spent her time close to the eastern shore of her island home, where the majority of the females spent the hot summer days. And it was hot – Datura could scarcely remember such discomfort as the sun crept slowly through the sky overhead. As she lingered in the shade of a palm tree, still in the absence of a much needed ocean breeze, she saw the she-wolf coming closer. The newest arrival to the shores of Ina’mos had been a useful addition – initially, anyway. Roka had proven herself to be an adept hunter, and had performed her duties unfailingly for the first several weeks of her new life with hew new pack. Then, she seemed to grow sluggish, no longer able to keep up with the rest of the females during the hunt. There was something different about the female now, though Datura had not yet ventured to diagnose what could be troubling her. Perhaps she missed Sabaoth dearly, as her mate had already departed for Vor’asa and the youth of Kairos. Sabaoth was needed there. Surely, Roka could appreciate the necessity of his absence.

But Datura sensed that it was something else, deeper than frivolous emotion. Feminine intuition nagged at the Matriarch as she watched Roka, offering a half smile in greeting as the larger femme approached. ”The hunting party has missed you,” she observed, tone lacking any hint of an accusatory tone. She had no reason to dislike Roka, after all, even if she was not currently fulfilling her expected responsibilities. There had to be more to this story. ”Have you been feeling well since your arrival on Ina’mos?”

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