First Lesson..For Who? { Captain }

[Mythril]

Icy white paws touched upon the earth only to lift once more less than half a heartbeat later, muscles coil and spring free in a swift forward motion as she raced across the lands. A flash of an icicle moving effortlessly across the expanse with an obvious destination in mind, her fear that he would not be there. She was late, she knew, and she hoped he would understand why. If he was still there that is, if he didn’t think she had stood him up. So she would push her paws faster, eating up the distance with incredible speed, pushing her limits until at long last she approached the edge of the lands they had agreed to meet at.

The sun had long since reached its peak only to start dipping toward the horizon, billowing clouds blocking it from view. Would the rains come? Mythril had yet to notice, had yet to study the way they played to be able to determine such. Coming to a stop she took in great breaths, steady and slow, as she took several minutes to force her pounding heart to settle, even as she walked to cool herself, keeping those limbs loose. The ever present pain that always accompanied her had thickened, but that to was ruthlessly shoved aside as the clear pale moons of her eyes searched the shadows, seeking that tall silvered figure. The pink muscle pushed itself out from between ivory fangs, panting from her run.

“Captain…?” She would call out hesitantly, did he leave? Had he even shown up? Dealing with the stranger had taken a bit longer then she had anticipated though Kiva, and Eidus had been quick to respond to her call. It had still delayed her. It would be a few more minutes before she was able to steady her breath and heart enough to scent the air, seeking some sign of the Ultoris’s beta.

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Muse: Starter....blah..
Tag: Captain
Notes: Well we can’t say she never ran to him now…can we?

[Captain]

All night and all day he had thought about her and sure enough, he dreamed of her as well. His new romantic interest had grabbed a hold of his mind and was suffocating him, not that he minded though. His every thought had to do with her in some way or another. If he saw a flower he would think of how it’s beauty reminded him of her. If he walked along the edge of his territory, he would wish he could see her waiting just outside. When he had looked at the moon, he had wished she could join him in howling to it. Even in his dream, they had been running side by side, their hearts beating in sync. It was obvious to see that he was star struck. But even that could be considered an understatement.

It was in the late afternoon when he slipped away from his pack and made his way towards I'queyer, a land where loaners and pack wolves alike could mingle freely, safe from any worry. With every step he took his heart beat faster and faster from excitement and anxiousness. The smile on his face was impossible to hide as it reached from ear to ear. His head was held high along with his tail in confidence and overall, he was happiest he had ever been. He was going to meet her for his first lesson, and though he was very excited to start learning again in the same fashion Renee used to teach him, he was extremely excited to not only see her again but to have more chances to pick on, tease, and annoy her. He had warned her that he wouldn’t behave but surely she didn’t know just what she was in for.

As he heard his name being called through the field, the voice sweeter than sugar, his ears perked and his tail wagged. “I am here m’lady,” he responded as he came into view. “Or should I say Miss Mythril?” he asked with a chuckle. As he got over to her, he nuzzled her neck softly, taking in her scent before moving back. “I have missed you,” he smiled meaningfully. He knew it had only been a night but his words were still very true. “But, I have you all to myself now,” he winked, “So when do we start?”

[Mythril]

A single ear twisted back at the sound of his voice, the smile that broke across her lips eased the worry that had been there, that thick plumb behind waved is a lazy happiness. A shift in her weight allowed her to turn towards him, though due to the extensive run in order to arrive as swiftly as possible brought out that limp she usually did her best to conceal. Perhaps it was the simple fact that the walls she used to protect herself were crumbling where he was concerned that she made no attempt to hide the weakness from him. “Mythril will be find, Mr. Sass..” Shaking her head with amusement she slide her face along his neck, nuzzling gently before she too stepped back. That cranium ducked, casting her eyes downward shyly as he told her she was missed. “I also missed you, Captain.”

Again it was that unsteady unfamiliar ground they walked that caused her to give herself a vigorous shake when he asked when they shall start. “Now, as a matter of fact I saw something on the way here that may prove useful should there ever be something as serious as a fire burn, or as minor as a sunburn, though the preparation of such an herb is a bit time consuming as it takes about 2 weeks to steep, after you have allowed the flowers to dry.” She would cut in front of him as she spoke, her attention focused on a patch of yellow-orange flowers. “These are called Calendulas, if you allow the flower to dry then crumble it into a light oil, mix until it is a paste, then leave the mixture in the sun for 2 weeks or so, you can drain the debri from the remains and spread that on burns of any kind to promote healing and ease the pain.”

Turning that pale yellow gaze from the flower to him to ensure he was actually listening she would cant her head slightly to the left. “Later as we explore I can figure out what plants on this island can produce an oil suitable for this combination. But it is a good sign that these grow here, they are a hardy plant, grow every season with little water, if they are here then they will remain here, even in drought. They may skip a season because of lack of rain, but they will always return.” Even as she spoke those eyes were lifted scanning the wide open fields that lay before them studying the plant life that grew in abundance.

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Notes: Not sure how in depth you want her to get when explaining herbology, lol

[Captain]

The instant he saw her smile, his heart skipped a beat. Never did he fail to feel an overwhelming sense of joy when he saw that smile, one of pure happiness. Each time he saw it, he only wanted to work harder and harder to make it last forever. When he saw the limp that she moved with, a frown appeared for only a split second before his smile returned. He would make it his life’s goal to protect her, to make sure nothing else bad came to her, for she already had more than she deserved happen. “Very well m’lady,” he grinned, purposely calling her a name other than she had told him to. “And don’t worry, you’ve seen nothing yet,” he smirked before nipping at her muzzle playfully.

As she started talking, his ears perked to show he was listening. He was still lost to know how anyone could know so much about plants. They were things he overlooked, not really think of them as anything more than scenery. “That sounds complicated,” he replied with a shake of his head. He could tell he had a lot of learning to do if he actually wanted to get good at working with plants. He watched as she moved in front of him, finding that the flowers she talked about reminded him of her. “I like how their fiery color matches your personality,” he smirked brushing against her.

As she spoke again, he found it hard to concentrate on her words as his mind wondered, though his eyes continued to watch her. He nodded absentmindedly trying to clear his thoughts. “So they will always return, no matter what. Just as I will always return to your side, no matter what,” he said coming out of his thoughts. He nuzzled her neck, closing his eyes. He wouldn’t mind at all if the lesson was to end there for the day and he got to keep her to himself for the rest of the day.

OOC: Just enough to give them something to talk about.

[Mythril]

She would shake her head lightly at his playful nipping, turning just enough to flick him across the cheek with the tip of that icy tail. Already she could tell that this would likely be a wasted effort, would he even retain a single bit of information she gave him? Inwardly she would smirk even as outwardly she would appear to be in teacher mode, explaining the merits of Calendulas. His comment about complicated had her pausing to look at him curiously. “The secrets of healing aren’t meant for all wolves, Captain. Just as battle is not meant for all wolves, or being a hunter, or caretaker. Each wolf has their strengths…and their weaknesses. Although all wolves can learn each trade that does not immediately mean they will be good let alone excel at each.”

As she turned back to study the yellow and orange flowers her heart secretly thrilled at his comparison, though it baffled her. “I do not understand how you can see me in these bright flowers.” Came the murmured words, her thoughts puzzled until she realized he had successfully distracted her. With a low growl she nipped at his ear, schooling her features into a serious frown that fell short when it came to the smile that lit the pale moons of her eyes.. “Pay attention, or else you won’t receive the surprise I had in store for you.” She smirked lightly shoving him as she turned back to the flowers allowing the liquid honey of her voice free with more information about the flower.

As she finished speaking she realized he had likely not listened to a word of it. Rolling her eyes even as he pressed his face in against her neck for a nuzzle she shook her head again at her ‘student’. “You make promises, Captain, that thrill my heart. But I can’t help but wonder what you mean by them. What your true intent is.” She’d whisper even as she nipped playfully at his shoulder before nuzzling against him purely enjoying the affection he showed towards her.

As she stood there with him a thought crossed her mind, one she chose to voice. “Perhaps, instead of teaching you the details of each plant, how to prepare them, it would be wiser to teach you of certain medicines, what they are used for, and your healer can keep you supplied if you should require them…” That voice, slightly muffled against his neck trailed off thoughtfully.

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[Captain]

The silver male chuckled as his lady friend flicked him across the nose with her tail before trying to bite at it in response. The words that she spoke next left his ears pinned in disappointment. He knew healing was something he had never been interested in, but still he hoped she had enough faith in him to know that he loved learning and enjoyed impressing her so of course, he would want to continue to learn about healing until he got good at it. “That may be true,” he said trying to cover the disappointment in his voice, “But with enough patience, practice, and time, anyone can become good at anything and I’m not going to give up on this.”

“You are passionate, outgoing, and you have a fiery personality able to put up with my cocky self,” he answered her question with a chuckle. “Hey now what was that for?” he asked shaking his head after she bit his ear, though he couldn’t help but smirk. “Ohhhh I get a surprise?” he asked excitedly, his perked with curiosity. As he listened to her continue to teach about the plant, his mind wondered about what surprise she could possibly have in store for him.

He smiled innocent as she rolled her eyes, keeping his face buried in her neck for a moment before moving back when she shook her head. It was the words she spoke then that caused his teasing side to vanish bringing on his more serious one. “You will see in time m’lady, for now, just know that I will never make a promise I don’t intend on keeping,” He chuckled at her nip, pulling on her ear before laying his head across her when she nuzzled him.

“I like the sound of that,” he replied to her suggestion, “It will keep us working together and will give me reason to see you, which I can’t complain about,” he grinned and nipped at her muzzle. “So about that surprise?” he asked wondering when it was he could have it.

[Mythril]

An ear flickered towards Captain at the disappointment she heard though he tried to cover it. Giving him her full attention she spoke in quiet tones, though the seriousness within did not diminish, in fact the whisper only seemed to enhance her words coating them with an intimacy directed solely at him. “I believe with the right motivation you could accomplish any task you focus upon, Captain. And I truly believe all within a pack should have some knowledge in each trade offered, else how would one know what they were truly meant to become? As for thoughts of giving up and the determination against it..I wouldn’t expect any less from you.” There was admiration in her voice as she spoke the last few words. Stretching her neck faintly she would allow that pink muscle to slip free, sweeping against his own muzzle before retreating shyly, adding. “And a word for the wise, it is not a smart thing to try and hide something from a Healer, emotional or otherwise. There are times when we play ignorant, but trust in the knowledge that we are not easily fooled.”

A curious tilt of that cranium with a slow blink was given to his words. Is that how he sees me?! She would think to herself. Puzzled how he had managed to find in so little time what she had spent her whole life trying to destroy. But it was not something she wished to dwell upon because treading those waters meant facing the fact that she was falling fast and hard for the wolf in front of her. And that was something she truly feared above all, because anyone who had ever been close enough to live within her heart had been cruelly torn away and utterly destroyed. Still when she nipped his ear she didn’t even attempt to hide the smirk, or the playful tone in her voice. “You know very well what that was for, oh great beta who is supposed to be learning.” Chuckling quietly at his excitement she continued with her lesson.

Though in the end even as he nuzzled her and pulled away she knew she would not get an answer to her on curiosity, instead he remained evasive. It was then and there that she decided she would not ask again. Instead she would enjoy her time with him, however brief it may be, though she would always hope for just a little more time before this dream broke.

When he responded in a positive way to her suggestion she did not even bother to suppress the laughter that rumbled forth from deep in that icy white chest. Laughter that bubbled up and finally broke free as he refocused on the surprise she held in store for him. “First…” The smirk that crossed her mew could only be described with one word. Mischievous. “A pop quiz…should you get the answers correct then we shall give you your surprise.”

Stepping away from him she lowered to her haunches, her posture perfect as she watched him solemnly. “Why is the moss good for use in stemming the flow of blood?” She would wait for him to answer each question, though she would give no indication if he was correct, or if he was incorrect. She merely moved on to the next question, and the next, until she had given him seven total. “What uses can the substance obtained from the moss be used for?” … “What is the name of the flower that is good for burns?” … “What plant compliments the moss when packing wounds?” … “When tending a wound what must one always ensure happens to help in preventing infection?” … “What is the substance harvested from the moss called?” … “How do you harvest this useful substance from the moss?” In silence she would wait from him to finish offering up his answers.

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Notes: Teachers and their pop quizzes LMAO

[Captain]

“I have the right motivation,” he said, speaking to the first part of her statement. “You,” he finished before she asked, nuzzling her again. “I want to make you proud of me, happy to be the one teaching me, and I want to surprise you with all that I can learn,” he told her with honest seriousness. “I agree with that statement, and I do expect all within my pack to learn a little bit of everything, otherwise, we would not have a successful pack,” he told when she mentioned everyone knowing a little bit of everything. Even within a pack, one could not rely completely on wolves of other ranks. For what would happen if for example one fell ill. That is exactly why Captain expected everyone in his pack to at least know how to hunt and how to defend themselves. “Good, because you will never see any less of me,” he nodded with determination when she said she wouldn’t expect any less of him. It was when she said not to hide anything from her that he frowned, knowing exacting what she meant. “I’m sorry Mythril,” was all he said.

He could see the puzzling look that she had in response to his words and he shook his head in reply. “Don’t doubt yourself Mythril. You are an amazing wolf, I have only known you for a short amount of time and I can already see that. You are talented, gifted really. You are caring, wanting and willing to use your gift to benefit and help others. I don’t know what happened in your past, nor will I ever ask because if you want to tell me, I know you will. But I know for a fact you are no longer the monster you claimed to be, you are far, far from.” After he finished speaking he sighed and looked away from her. It was frustrating to see that she refused to believe him, and though he didn’t mean to snap, he knew this wouldn’t be the first time it would happen. “Do I?” he asked, the playfulness returning in his voice, “Do I really?”

He smiled when she laughed, learning that her laughter was quickly becoming joyous music to his ears. When she said first, as if she had something in store for him, his ears pinned back anxiously. What could she possibly have in store for him? Though before he had much time to think about it, he was given the answer.   he asked not hiding the shock in his voice. It was true he had been paying attention, but, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for a pop quiz or not. He watched as she sat down and took a hard swallow, wanting to impress her.

“It is good to use because when you pack it on the blood stops and it helps prevent infections,” he answered the first question with confidence. “It’s good for preventing infections,” he answered the second question unsure as to if he was forgetting something else. “They are called Calendulas, I remember because they remind me of you,” he nodded with a flirtatious smile. “I do believe it is called Tar,” he answered the next question while wracking his brain for the answer. “One must first make sure the bleeding is controlled and that the wound is clean and then they must put something like tar on to help fight infections,” despite knowing his instructions were right, he wasn’t sure if they were what he was looking for or not. “Isn’t it tar?” he asked suddenly realizing the last time he gave tar as an answer must have been wrong. “I’m pretty sure you let it dry and then mix it with an oil really well,” he said tilting his head and hoping he was right.

[Mythril]

She could not supress the chuckle that slipped free at what he claimed his motivation was accompanied by a quick nuzzle. She would listen to his desire to achieve and exceed the expectations of a teacher for their student. Although she would have liked to hear his motivation was himself rather then her own self. Still he charmed her with his exclimation. "Time will tell.." Although she did not know how much time he wanted with her. She had news to tell him, and to say she was nervous about it was a complete understatement. But it would wait, first they had a lesson to complete. She would give a faint nod to his apology, confident he understood her. Letting the subject slide she turned her attention to the lesson. His comments on her being a monster went unanswered, after all she knew what she was and that wasn't going to change just because Captain said so.

The anxiety that rolled off him at her sudden announcement of a pop brought a sadistic smirk that quickly vanished back into the expressionless visage that was her usual mask. So fleeting was the expression that one may have never known it was here or assumed they had imagined it.

Perfection, it was what Mythril expected, but it was not what she recieved. While Captain did in fact get quite a few of the questions correctly, but in the same breath there were several that he got wrong. She would tsk him, with exaggerated disappointment. "Poor Captain doesn't get his surprise. Passing with a C doesn't cut it in my class." The engmaic mask that shrouded her visage kept hidden what her true thoughts. Putting on a sorrowful expression she would sigh dramatically. A deep breath would be taken before she would launch into the explination of which questions he had missed.

Once she had explained his mistakes, she would shift her weight, needing to move in order to keep the muscles of her scar damaged shoulder loose and limber. Standing lazily she smiled faintly, "That concludes today's lesson. It is a pity you weren't able to recieve your prize. Perhaps next time..." It was clear that she was enjoying taunting him.

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Notes: I hate writ'n posts on my phone. x.x

[Captain]

The moment her chuckle hit his ears, Captain couldn’t help but smile. There really wasn’t anything he enjoyed more than making her happy. He couldn’t wait to have him be a part of his pack where he could keep an eye on her and always work to make her happy. “Time will most definitely tell,” he agreed with her, nodding. He really did want to learn all that he could in order to surprise her and make her proud of him. He only hoped his will to learn was enough. But, like she said, only time would tell and he couldn’t wait.



His eyes narrowed in challenge at that smirk that crossed over her muzzle. If she found enjoyment in quizzing and making him anxious, then he had even more reason to learn all that he could. He wouldn’t let her win that silent unspoken competition, not at all.



He listed the answers one after another, feeling fairly confident that he knew what he was talking about. However, he would soon learn, his confidence was not exactly right. His ears pinned at the disappointment she showed towards him, something he had never wanted her to feel about him. But before he could dwell too much on her disappointment, his own soon kicked in when she mentioned not getting his surprise. “Surely a C can still get me my first surprise, it is only my first quiz and I’m only going to improve from here,” he told her hoping she would decide to listen. He knew for a fact that he would improve, for a C was not nearly good enough for a beta. But he also knew he really wanted his surprise and wasn’t below sweet talking and begging to get it. He only hoped he wouldn’t have to talk anymore, that she would just decide to be nice.

[Mythril]

Mythril eyed him with an aloof expression as if she were debating whether or not to at least give him some treat for the efforts he made. But she kept silent, making him wait for several long heartbeats before finally unrelenting, a faint smile crossed the white of her muzzle. "I spoke to Kiva..." That was all she said as she pressed to her paws, pausing for only a moment to stretch the muscles in her left shoulder. It was done without a single thought, so ingrained into her routine that it was as automatic as breathing. The twisted scar tissue stiffened loose muscles if she did not move for a length of time. It was why she was rarely seen in moving, unless she was certain she was all alone. Because the stretches always brought attention to her shoulder. But she was comfortable enough with him not to give it much attention.

Her thoughts drifted for a moment over the lengthy conversation she had shared with the Aesir of Othala, and the promise she had made. She understood the primal fear Kiva bore when it came to discovery. The danger she and her pack could possibly be in if they're discovered by the wrong wolves. It had been a particularly chilly day but the Aesir had still sought her out, and despite reluctantly declining her offer to join, Kiva had still gladly lent her a shoulder. Had helped the snow covered female discover what path she wish to walk, and she helped her come to terms with the budding feelings that swirled within her breast.

Would she ever see Kiva again? She wasn't sure, a reclusive pack protected by traitorous mountains it would not be an easy visit either way. And opened up a vast likelihood of discovery, the one thing Kiva wanted to avoid above all else. Shaking herself from her thoughts she returned her attention back to the silver male before her, that skull tipped faintly as she studied him wondering how long he would wait before asking her to elaborate.



Captain

[Captain]

Each second of silence between the white and silver wolves had the male growing more and more curious, his tail flicking back and forth in anxious anticipation. What was his surprise? There were so many different things it could be that he honestly had no idea what it would be. Would she even open up and tell him? After all, he had passed her quiz with a near to failing grade, not at all what she had said he must get to receive it. But, after a few moments, a smile began to work its way onto her muzzle and he instantly knew his pleading had worked and that he had gotten what he wanted.

She spoke to Kiva. It was such a basic statement, a statement that to anyone else would seem pointless in saying because of how broad and unspecific it was. However, for the beta, it was a statement that made his heart leap for joy. It had his ears perking in curiosity and a broad smile spreading over his muzzle. His blue eyes gleamed with hope and excitement and he couldn’t help but to take a step closer to her, reaching his muzzle out to nuzzle her neck.

“You are finally mine then? Stuck with me as your beta?” he asked, chuckling at the last part. His excitement was made even more obvious by the tone he spoke with but he didn’t care, he had no reason to hide it from her, nor did he want to. “We should get back,” he said eagerly, looking over his shoulder. He wanted to hurry and get back to his pack, introduce the new healer to all of the members. “Natasha will be happy to know she’ll have help with gaining up on me,” he rolled his eyes playfully at the thought of his not-by-blood sister. It was then that he started walking back towards his pack, hoping she would follow suit.

[Mythril]

It pleased her that she did not need to elaborate, the swiftness with which he understood her simple informationless sentence showed how sharp his mind truly was. When he pressed his muzzle to her neck she twisted just enough to return the affectionate nuzzle. Drawing in his scent deep with a soft barely heard contented sigh. "Yes it seems I'm stuck with you as my beta, only if you wish to be stuck with me as a second rate healer." She was very much aware Ultoris already had a shaman, and she could only hope that the other would accept her as an assistant. For a moment she wondered if Captain had even considered this, if the other healer would be resentful at having another with her same title. While Mythril had minimal experience with pack structure, she knew some with unique positions guarded them zealously. And it wasn't in her to take what someone else earned. So it was a bit of trepidation her heart regarding that portion of his statement that she agreed.

It was the first part of his statement that she answered eventually, ears tipped to the side with uncertainty. "Are you certain, Captain, you want to keep me? I would not blame you in the least if you found another." Though such an act would likely break her completely she would never trap him where he did not want to be.

When he mentioned Natasha she could not help the smile that touched her muzzle, nor the faint chuckle that broke free. "You will be in a world of trouble if you do, little Beta, you would not stand a chance..." The mirth that shown in her gaze would tell him that she truly looked forward to crossing paths with the she wolf once more, although as she had said, he may not fair to well from the encounter. When he turned away from her she moved closer following a half a pace behind him. Her movements precise and calculated so as to cause as little discomfort as possible, and also to conceal the limp she often times bore.




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