Party Central [Harlot]

[Cherokee]

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To say that it had been a long time since Cherokee had last spoken to Harlot was an understatement. The last time they had talked was back when Cherokee had first joined the pack and although there had been some poking and prodding the two had miraculously gotten along with one another. Cherokee was one of the only wolves that could tolerate Harlot and for some reason Harlot enjoyed Cherokee's company as well. Cherokee had been feeling alone more often then not lately and it was time for her to have a "girl's day." She loved the fact that they had expanded their territory, it gave her more breathing room especially in her over-sized state. She moved across the land, her appendages lengthening as she strode forward. Her stomach was swelled out, prominently enough that one could tell that she was with child. But rumor had had it that Harlot was expecting as well. Cherokee knew that Harlot would be having her pups before she would have hers, so she was interested to see how the she-wolf was fairing. She moved across the frozen terrain, her white fur standing on end as she inhaled the air around her. It was crisp, her golden brown occuli glancing around her as she took a look at their new territory. It was vast, appeasing to the eye. This was what she had been waiting for. If only Kenai could see this. She thought to herself before making her way forward.

Cherokee could hear the sound of rushing water, she had known that there was a river somewhere along hear but hadn't expected to come upon it as soon as she had. She was also surprised that it wasn't completely frozen over yet, needless to say it would be nice to visit. She continued moving along, her hips swaying while she did so. When she finally got there she planted her haunches and stared down from the bank that she rested on. She didn't want to move any further in fear that she would fall in and in this larger state she probably wouldn't swim very well. It was while she was sitting that she caught the scent of her friend, heavily tinged with another's however. Hadn't she been with Arche? She pondered to herself before glancing over her shoulder. Hey stranger. She drawled as Harlot's swollen frame came into view. She definitely smelled of another though Cherokee couldn't put her paw on it. She knew that in time Harlot would let her know if she deemed it appropriate. She waited for the female to draw closer that way she could get a better look of her. Though from this distance she appeared to be fit and healthy which Cherokee was grateful for.

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notes: so I had it that she could "smell" Levi on Harlot's pelt that way it can be a juicy topic for the girls to gossip about lol
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[Harlot]

It had taken her a day to scale the mountain and return to Shyia – more time than it had taken her to leave, but Harlot was certainly in no hurry to sidle across Airila’s borders once more. She still ached from her time spent with the gargantuan brute she’d encountered, Leviathan, but she found that she was not bitter. Instead, the slight pain was a constant reminder of him, bringing a sly smile to Harlot’s maw. He had been so very handsome, and something about how demanding he’d been had earned him a place at the forefront of her mind. He was so different from Arche, who was gentle and kind; perhaps that was why Harlot had been drawn to the monstrous brute.

The moment her paws had touched Shyia, though, Harlot had balked. What if she encountered Arche now, just seconds after returning to the home she had fled from? Ultimately Harlot had decided otherwise, skirting the long stretch of border until her paws had lead her into newly claimed territory, a frozen expanse of endless winter that Airila had claimed. And upon the border, Harlot caught a familiar scent, one that did not make her hesitate. It had been some time since she’d last seen Cherokee, her first – and arguably only- friend. Huffing out a sigh, Harlot followed the direction that the scent lead her, grateful when she found her ivory companion perched beside the water of a river. It would be downright freezing in a place like this, but Harlot knew she desperately needed to wash Leviathan’s scent from her pelt before stumbling upon Arche. However, Cherokee had spotted her, and it would have been odd for Harlot to immediately plunge headlong into the frigid depths. Knowing that there was a high possibility Cherokee would scent the brute upon her, Harlot approached slowly, settling beside the fae with a soft grunt of effort, her belly noticeably swollen – much like Cherokee’s was.

”Hello,” she murmured in response to Cherokee’s greeting, sapphire eyes meeting golden brown as she looked her friend over. ”You look well. Healthy. But very pregnant,” she observed with a wry smile. ”Though I suppose I’m one to talk.” Her own pregnancy had a tendency to irritate Harlot, though she was careful to keep the resentment from her voice as she lounged alongside the Gatherer. ”So when do I get to meet this male who you’ve fallen for, hm?”

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NOTES: < 3

[Cherokee]

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Cherokee watched as Harlot grew closer, the smell on her pelt growing stronger with each step that she took. That was most definitely not Arche. It was then that Cherokee put two and two together. Harlot had been with someone else, who that someone is was beyond her. Whoever it was must have done something right in order for Harlot to sleep with them in the first place. Cherokee knew Harlot. It didn't matter that she was flirtatious, she wasn't easy. Sure she could flirt with any male that she pleased but she wouldn't sleep with them unless they actually meant something to her or were useful for her. Hello. You look well. Healthy. But very pregnant. Though I suppose I’m one to talk. Cherokee couldn't help but giggle then in response to Harlot's words. Yes you are most definitely one to talk. You're as big as a whale. Cherokee mused with a smile on her face, her tail wagging gently. She stretched her front legs out as she laid in the snow partially on her side. She couldn't lay on her belly anymore which is something that she truly missed. She found getting comfortable much more difficult these days- she could only imagine how Harlot was fairing. So when do I get to meet this male who you’ve fallen for, hm? She smiled and glanced down, immediately going shy at the mention of her lover.

When she finally looked back up she couldn't escape Harlot's gaze. Fiinnneeee... She spoke with a huff and a roll of her eyes. His name is Kenai.. She stared off for a moment, her mind instantly bringing up an image of the male. The colors of his fur, his dark orange eyes. The way his body wrapped around hers, enveloped her and made her feel safe. Man did she miss his touch. She glanced back over to Harlot then, her words breaking the silence. And what about you..? That smell is so obviously not Arche. She arched an invisible brow at Harlot, a smirk crossing her kissers. Of course she had come outright and said it, how could Harlot expect her not to? It was like the elephant in the room waiting to be brought up. She was sure that Harlot wouldn't hide a thing, she always took complete responsibility for her actions. Cherokee didn't necessarily put this act past Harlot's character but she still had to ask, So I suppose there will be no fairytale ending for you huh? She quipped, eyes sparkling as she waited for a response.

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notes: they are too much fun together
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[Harlot]

”Yes you are most definitely one to talk. You're as big as a whale.”

Harlot snorted at this, her sapphire gaze drifting downwards towards her stomach, which was certainly large and bulging. While a normal mother might have experienced pride or excitement as she stared down at her pregnant belly, Harlot felt only apprehension and something that was very near to fear. She had heard that labor was a painful experience, but more than that, Harlot was fearful that she would not love her pups when they were at last delivered into the world. And then what? She would remain within Airila, subjected to giving birth each season despite the fact that already she regretted her decision to mate with Arche? Foolish. She’d been so foolish, thinking that she was one of the lucky ones, that she would not get pregnant from their romp. And now he was head-over-heels for her, while she…well, was not.

She was torn out of her thoughts by Cherokee’s voice as at last she gave a name to the brute who had impregnated her: Kenai. And unlike Harlot, the ivory femme seemed absolutely lovestruck; the huntress could see it in her gaze. Unexpectedly, illogically, Harlot found that she was envious. While Arche clearly adored her, she feared that she would never feel for him how Cherokee clearly did for this Kenai-fellow. Still, though, Harlot was happy for her friend, and it showed in the reluctant smile that spread across her muzzle.

Until, at least, Cherokee spoke of the scent upon Harlot’s pelt. Immediately Harlot’s smile slipped, her ears flattened against her skull as her lips pulled away from her teeth just slightly. It was an automatic reaction in response to being startled; a moment later she forced herself to relax, lips covering her ivory teeth once more as she shifted, struggling to her feet. There was nothing accusing in Cherokee’s gaze, only a smirk upon her maw and amusement in her tone; for that, Harlot was grateful as she waddled to the edge of the frigid water, forcing herself to wade in, to reluctantly bathe the scent of Leviathan from her dark pelt.

”I suppose I’m not meant for a knight in shining armor,” she said at last, and when she was satisfied with her cleansing, the she-wolf dragged herself back onto the shore to sprawl alongside Cherokee once more, her lips pulling into a smirk as she shook the water from her pelt, splattering her friend in the process. Then she was speaking once more, casting a swift glance around to ensure that they were along as her voice lowered. ”I…I have been uncertain, ever since I discovered I was pregnant. I suppose it was something I never wanted, even though I stupidly brought it upon myself,” she admitted. ”So while Arche was off claiming this territory, I slipped across Airila’s borders and crossed the mountain path. I just meant to get away for a bit, to clear my head, to feel free again.” There was a wistful glint in Harlot’s eyes as she sighed.

”But then I encountered a brute. He was absolutely massive – I thought he was a bear at first, truly. And so handsome.” Already she was picturing him again in her head, her smirk softening into a smile, her eyes flickering with a contentedness she did not commonly feel lately. Purposely, though, she had not given his name – and she hoped Cherokee had noticed, and would wisely not ask. ”It wasn’t meant to become anything…but it did. And now, I cannot stop thinking about him.” Another sigh fell from her muzzle as she glanced up at Cherokee. Strangely, though Harlot was not prone to trust, she did not worry that Cherokee would reveal her secret to anyone. The two had somehow grown close, and Harlot was fond of the femme; surely Cherokee felt the same. ”I know. I’m terrible. But…I can’t help it.”

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[Cherokee]

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Harlot wasn't necessarily the easiest of females to get along with, so it had been kind of a shock to almost the entirety of Airila when the two had become so close. It was no secret that Harlot and Cherokee were close friends- they had an unspoken bond between one another. They just understood each other and with that came the understanding that they could not push each other's boundaries. Cherokee had a feeling that she was beginning to walk on eggshells. She did not want to rub Harlot the wrong way which of course would be easier to do with both of them being hugely pregnant at the moment. Though Cherokee knew that Harlot would have her pups before she herself would give birth. She wanted to offer to be there with Harlot during the birth but she also didn't want to lose a limb during the process. Harlot wasn't exactly the most squeezable creature- and she probably would not want to have anyone near her while giving birth. But the offer still remained- she just had to give it to her to see if she would take her up on it. I suppose I’m not meant for a knight in shining armor. I…I have been uncertain, ever since I discovered I was pregnant. I suppose it was something I never wanted, even though I stupidly brought it upon myself. So while Arche was off claiming this territory, I slipped across Airila’s borders and crossed the mountain path. I just meant to get away for a bit, to clear my head, to feel free again. Cherokee remained quiet while Harlot revealed her actions to her, she watched as her friend even lowered her voice. She could see the distaste clearly in her eyes and hear it in her voice. This life was not the life for her.

Arche is smitten with you.. But you do not have to feel obligated to return those feelings Harlot.. Cherokee worded things carefully. She didn't want to be too imposing on Harlot, but she also wanted to make sure her friend knew that she did not have to force herself to be unhappy. Cherokee was practically bubbling over with happiness, and all she wanted was for her friend to experience the same thing. This was when she knew that Harlot would never be happy in Airila. It was just obvious. But then I encountered a brute. He was absolutely massive – I thought he was a bear at first, truly. And so handsome. It wasn’t meant to become anything…but it did. And now, I cannot stop thinking about him. I know. I’m terrible. But…I can’t help it. Cherokee watched Harlot carefully, scrutinizing her facial reactions and the words she spoke when thinking of this mystery man. You like him.. She spoke it like a whisper, her eyes glinting mischievously as she locked gazes with Harlot. There is no way you are going to be able to stay in Airila... She glanced over at Harlot and watched as she proceeded to enter the freezing water and partake in cleansing herself. When she exited she then made sure to splash a heavy dose of water on her before laying down beside her again. She sent her a glare before shaking her own pelt to rid it of the water droplets. She licked a few hairs on her chest that stuck out at odd angles before redirecting her gaze once more. It is not fair if you are not happy there.. She spoke again, watching Harlot for her reaction.

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[Harlot]

To Harlot’s surprise, there was no judgment in Cherokee’s eyes; there was only something that appeared to be understanding…and sympathy. Normally Harlot might have snarled at any creature who dared offer her such, as if she were some pup who required pity, but now she found that she could not muster the energy. She’d found herself in quite the interesting situation, and there was truly no one else she could turn to in that moment aside from Cherokee. She hadn’t exactly managed to make many other friends in Airila – in fact the last wolf she’d met, Hannibal, hadn’t seemed very fond of her at all.

With a sigh she flopped onto her side, fighting back irritation at the uncomfortable sensation of being pregnant. For a long moment she considered what Cherokee had said, her ears flickering idly atop her head. ”I don’t think I can be happy there,” she admitted at last, her sapphire eyes narrowing a fraction as she considered her words. ”I thought I could be, for a while. And it’s not that I completely despise the idea of a family, or pups. But this family, these pups…I don’t know. It makes me scared, not excited. And I hate being afraid.”

A mirthless laugh bubbled up from her maw then; she felt utterly pathetic, brooding over her fate as she was. Whatever happened, Harlot would survive; she always did. ”Regardless, I have to stay until the pups are born and weaned, at least. I wouldn’t stand a chance if I took off now, and I don’t think I could raise them on my own,” she said. ”But…if, in the future, something does happen…will you look after them? Just make sure they’re alright? Arche will take care of them, I know, but…” She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. Though she did not feel any overwhelming love for the pups growing within her, it did not mean that Harlot wished for them to die or suffer. It was not their fault, after all, that she had gotten herself stuck in this situation.

”Enough about me.” Sitting up once more after finding that she was unable to get comfortable, her gaze slid to Cherokee once more, her smile sly and wide. ”Tell me about Kenai. Will you two spend time visiting each other often?” She asked, for she did not know how the mechanics would work when he was part of one pack and she was part of another. ”And the pups. Will they all stay here, or will some go with their father?” It seemed like a terribly complicated situation, but Harlot knew that Cherokee would find a way to ensure that it worked. And strangely, Harlot found that she was glad her friend had at least found happiness when she herself could not.

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[Cherokee]

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Cherokee was oddly comfortable with Harlot. It was like they had an unspoken bond between one another. They didn't have to voice it, it was just there. They had trust between each other and they respected each other enough to not get "too mushy" about things. Although Cherokee was far more emotional then Harlot she knew that Harlot didn't like those kinds of things and instead kept her emotions reined in. Except for when Harlot poked at her of course, then it was completely warranted. I don't think I can be happy there. I thought I could be, for a while. And it’s not that I completely despise the idea of a family, or pups. But this family, these pups…I don’t know. It makes me scared, not excited. And I hate being afraid. Cherokee was instantly surprised when Harlot admitted her fears about the pregnancy. Of course Cherokee knew that she had been balking her head at the idea of being a mother but she had never once thought it was because she was afraid. It's okay to be scared. I'm scared too. She spoke quietly, sending Harlot a sympathetic look before reaching out to bump her shoulder with her muzzle. She retracted instantly, not keeping the contact for long as Harlot had never been the touchy feely type. Regardless, I have to stay until the pups are born and weaned, at least. I wouldn’t stand a chance if I took off now, and I don’t think I could raise them on my own. But…if, in the future, something does happen…will you look after them? Just make sure they’re alright? Arche will take care of them, I know, but…

Cherokee watched Harlot carefully, as if there was some deep sense of foreboding coming from her words. Of course I will watch over them. I won't let anything happen to them Harlot.. She promised her, watching her for a moment longer before glancing over at the water. Enough about me. Tell me about Kenai. Will you two spend time visiting each other often? She smiled at the sound of her lover's name and could even feel the heat rising in her face. He's amazing. He's a gentleman but also has this fiercely protective vibe about him.. I can't stand being away from him. He's like a breath of fresh air Harlot.. He makes me feel alive. She spoke before glancing over to her. Harlot would hopefully understand, and if she didn't now one day she would. And the pups. Will they all stay here, or will some go with their father? Cherokee paused for a moment and then responded, We plan on splitting them up.. But.. I want to leave Airila eventually. I want to be with him. She admitted it and it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She knew it was what she felt in her heart, she didn't want to be separated from Kenai forever.

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notes: the feeelllsssss
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