"Rapture!" Her voice was a petulant hiss, low enough that only he could hear. It was filled with impatience and a bit of lust, one part acting and one part hormones. Akihra was asking for a fight and the Mexican male was feeding off it. He was walking towards that little twerp like the horny predator he was. Why couldn't he just be a good boy, f*** her, and then leave them all alone? Why'd he have to-
What the hell was he doing? Legacy was up on her feet the moment she watched Rapture, her Rapture, plop himself firmly on top of the Timber female. Her eyes narrowed into an icy cold glare. If he thought she was going to sit by and watch as he raped some little spitfire, Rapture was surely mistaken. Was she jealous? Hell yes! And she certainly didn't want Akihra's sloppy seconds. It was one thing for him to screw other bitches when she wasn't around, but when he tried to take someone else right in front of her eyes... Was she not good enough for him anymore?
If that's how it was going to be, then fine! The Mexican female made her way out of the water with fluid steps, pausing only long enough to shake out her fur. The chill of the air made her skin crawl, but it wasn't enough to cool the heat of her distaste. First Dreidoj had failed to satisfy her, and now Rapture? She was in heat, damn it! How hard was it to get laid?
Legacy then proceeded to make a show out of leaving, head and tail held high as she coldly stared at her personal demon. Just because she didn't exactly like him didn't mean she liked the idea of him having someone else. If the wind blew her flustered scent right in his face, all the better. This time he'd screwed himself. He wasn't going to have her and as she sauntered away from the springs she was going to make damn sure he knew it.
When the Mexican male leaped forward and landed on Akihra, Revan surged to her feet, a snarl rising in the back of her throat. Afraid or not, unskilled fighter or not, she couldn't stand by and do nothing while Akihra was raped. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Legacy get up, hiss something, and stalk away. Well, if Legacy wasn't going to do anything to help, Revan would.This is a really stupid idea, the black female thought to herself. I'm gonna get intoso much trouble for this, if I manage to get out of it alive. But what else was there to do? If she ran for Zethrox, by the time she got back, there was no telling what would have happened. And if she got the male's attention off of Akihra long enough for the Timber femme to overcome her surprise, they might have a chance.
Aware that the male did not see her as a threat, Revan leaped forward, aiming for the male's right hind leg. She sank her teeth into the Mexican male's paw, biting down as hard as she could. Then she leaped back, blood dripping from her muzzle. "Leave her alone," she growled. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mind screaming at her to flee. But she couldn't, not now. She was committed, and that was that. I'm an idiot, she thought. Hopefully, not a dead idiot. I sure hope Akihra is as good a fighter as she claims, otherwise we are in deep trouble. That much was clear. This male was an experienced fighter, and Revan knew she was in over her head. This was not what I had in mind went I came to the springs this afternoon.
"You may be as dangerous as you look, but I'm as firey as I sound," Akihra sneered, her mismatched orbs locked on the mexican brute. Her rage was gradually building, and the brute was close to pushing her over the edge. She hardly recognized that the other femmes were here anymore; this had become a fight between her and the stranger. It was no longer just about his invasion of her grandfather's territory, but of his gross misjudgment of her character. She was a firecracker, and she had been waiting for a chance to let out some of her stored up frustration. The challenge had been issued, and she was merely waiting for him to make the first move.
What she did not expect was what followed. The mexican brute lunged at her, and before she could perry his movement, his weight was on top of her, pinning her to the hard ground. Akihra was startled to say the least. No one had bothered to warn her that this was a possibility. Sure, she knew Rapture had been after Legacy, but she had imagined his lust was singularly for the mexican femme. Apparently, she had misjudged the situation. Instead of simply a defensive fight, this was going to amount to whether or not she maintained her innocence, and even in front of members of Zeth's pack. The mexican male had now pinned her, and all of her thrashing was doing little to loosen his grip on her. In a last ditch effort, she threw every ounce of her weight to once side, hoping to topple the brute over or at least affect his balance enough so she could wriggle free and regain her composure. She vaguely noticed some sort of conversation between Legacy and the mexican brute shortly before the femme stormed off, but she was sorely confused. What that...? she thought absently, shaking her body weight back and forth and in all directions. This was not going to be easy on her; what if she could not break free?
This entire situation was messed up. Here she was on claimed territory, defending a member of the pack that actually dwelled in Kamari, against a male that was also not a member of aforementioned pack, while yet another female of the pack watched in horror. How was it that she had not fled in search of help yet? Akihra would think that Revan would be the first one to run to Zethrox in an attempt to settle everything peacefully, but she knew that was not going to happen here. In fact, she had almost counted on the fight, and now she was starting to second-guess her decision.
It was not that she could not take the mexican male. As a matter of fact, under different circumstances, she would be in a much better position. But Akihra had left herself vulnerable for a split second, and the male had taken advantage of it. With her current positioning, she would be lucky to free herself in time... What she did not expect to happen was to see Revan surging forward to her defense. In fact, her attempt had the opposite effect on Akihra. She snarled angrily, nearly swatting the female away in an attempt to get her off the mexican male. She did not care to defend the brute, but she wanted to fight her own battles! "You... are not... my fucking dad.... Sick bastard!" she snarled. The insinuation in his words was filthy. She would never submit to him, and if that was what he was waiting for, he would have a long wait ahead of him.
Akihra was livid. Here she was, nearly being forced into submission by the stranger. She would not have her virginity taken this way, and she sure as hell would not let Revan put herself in this situation. Besides, she was the stranger here as well. Just because it was Haishin territory did not mean that pack members had any interest in stepping between two feuding loners. Until she actually took the steps to joint the pack, she was just another wolf to them. Her ideals kept her from finding Revan's assistance with gratitude. Instead, she was pissed.
You want a fight? I'll show you a fight! she thought angrily, taking every ounce of strength to heave to one side, hoping to roll free from the brute's grasp. Her jaw snapped closed as quickly as possible, hoping to seize any part of the brute in her fall. Any damage would be good damage, and now she had a score to settle with him.
For a mere second his eyes averted to meet Legacy's dagger stare. There was nothing he could do though, he was on his victim already and it was going to stay like that. Legacy would have her turn, however he did feel an uneasy pang of anxiety as his bitch ran off. Scoffing, he knew he'd be able to catch up with her. She wasn't hard to track down, her scent was one in a million and forever remembered in his brain. Eyes drifting back to his play date, his smirk only widening as she continued to enhance her intimidation by relating her words better than his. There was nothing that could scare off Rapture, well... There was one. But he'd never have to deal with one of his own offspring. He kills them all before they become a threat.
The bloody brute successfully mounted the grayscale bitch... Easier than he expected. She must have wanted it for her lack of struggles. But he thought too soon, because Akhira began to lash side to side to try and shake him off. But what was mostly keeping him on was his bone crushing grip to the fae's scruff. His teeth piercing the thin, so if she were to shake hard enough she'd be looking precious flesh as well. What he wasn't really expecting was the other bitch coming forth and trying to scare him off by biting his foot? These wolves obviously didn't realize that pain only brought more pleasure for Rapture, he moaned in response t the teeth snapping around his paw. For a quick moment, he released his biting from Akhira's scruff to reply; "Is that the best you can do, honey?"
But that one second of speech fueled the bitch to completely shake him off her body, he rolled from off the taller wolf and landed on the ground with a light thud. Growling, but overall unharmed-- So he thought. Rapture was unaware of the grasp she had on his shoulder, which left the skin severed and bleeding profusely. The pain in his right back paw throbbed as blood pulsed from the open wound. His fiery eyes shot at the brown hued female, a nasty sneer mixed with a pleasing sense of satisfaction. The blood smelled... Wonderful. "You got a little taste of me, how about we turn the tables?" He was a walking bloodbath, rubbing his face in his shoulder wound which coated his head in blood which he loved so much. He sighed in satisfaction, approaching Revan and clicking his teeth together.
His leap was far from graceful, instead he sort of barreled into Revan. His teeth sank into her ribcage, shredding at the skin until her blood poured into his mouth. A growl of pleasure emitted from his lips, he was completely erect at that moment. "Delicious, now LEAVE!" He roared, he didn't want to waste any more time on the brown bitch and wanted to spend some 'quality' time with the grayscale one. But if Revan refused again, he'd kill her quick and painlessly. Limping to face Ahkira once more, ears turned back as he listened to Revan run off. Didn't hurt to make sure she wouldn't com e back and nip him in the butt. Not that he'd care all that much, she would just return for her demise.
Crimson blanketed his shoulder and down his left front limb, while his back right hind paw was bathing in blood as well. So much for washing away his victim's evidence, it didn't matter. He preferred to be dirty anyway. A rod of pink flesh throbbed impatiently between the brute's legs, his tongue caressed his lips softly as he took a step forward. Rapture lunged again, this bitch didn't have good reaction time did she? Within moments, he back back on top of her, positioned for sex. "Hold still, love. This wont take long." The tip of his length poked at her entrance, the heat coming from it was almost agonizing to wait. Rapture just had to wait until she gave in from exhaustion from struggling... He wouldn't hesitate to take her.
"I'm sorry, Akihra..." Revan stumbled away from the scene, lost in a haze of pain. Her breathing was fast and shallow. She almost fell into another spring, hissing as the hot water stung. Gasping, she attempted to pull herself together. Her mind kept wanting to retreat from the pain. The Mexican male's attack reminded her of her own father's and she laughed raggedly. Guess I'll have a story for Terror, she thought.
The waters of the spring were turning red with Revan's blood and the black Tundra female stared at it, mesmerized. A pang of fear shot through her. She was going into shock, she realized, and if she didn't do something soon, she was going to die. There was a cave near here that she kept some herbs in. Herbs that needed humidity, she kept by the springs. Several types had to soak in pools of water to keep from withering. She was going to move them later, as soon as she figured out how to keep small pools of water in her still-room, and now she was glad she hadn't been able to yet. Stumbling into the small cave, she grabbed small piece of Sassafras root in her teeth and mashed it to a pulp. Spitting the pulp onto one paw, she awkwardly spread the juice over the wound. It stung and she winced, wiping the pulp from her paw. Next was Ivy. Very carefully, she crushed a leaf and spat the pulp onto her paw. Again, she rubbed the plant pulp into the wound. Immediately, the pain dulled to near nothing and and Revan suddenly felt very loopy. Forcing herself to focus, she pulled a Burdock leaf from a small pool and repeated the process of mashing and covering the wound with it. The bleeding slowed and stopped. Revan stumbled to the entrance of the cave and collapsed. She hoped Akihra would find her afterwords, if she survived. They needed to talk. Revan's mind began to drift, the result of the Ivy. She let it, focusing on simply staying awake.
The fury of the eastern timber femme could not be matched. As she made contact with the brute, she relished briefly in a glorious strike. However, it would not last long. He definitely had more spunk than she had originally anticipated, and her misjudgment was putting her in a bad place. Revan's intervention distracted the brute for a moment, but she would never admit that the femme had done anything to help her. She did not have anyr reason to thank Revan; in fact, she was still stubborn enough to feel hostile toward her for interfering with her fight. What mattered most was Legacy had left, although she had seemed quite peeved. What is that femme's deal? she thought bitterly.
The mexican male released Akihra long enough for her to regain her composure. She watched as he lashed out at Revan, who had been stupid enough to intervene in a battle that was not hers. She was not just naturally hateful towards the femme; she had issues with the "heroes" in this sense. Everyone thought that they could save her, but there were really only two wolves she had ever been able to depend on, and right now, they were not here. In fact, she had practically wished them away.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Why am I so stupid, getting myself into situations like this? she thought desperately. There were not words to describe her current emotions. If Tehrin were here, this tough guy would not stand a chance. She had been a fool to believe she could take him on by herself, especially when most of her fights had been between two other wolves and herself and Tehrin. Torrah usually took the side to their games, but he was always there as an intimidation factor. Now, she was all alone, and the odds were not looking good for her.
The brute's insane pension for blood was making Akihra even more weary. Sure, he had a healthy coating of it when he had arrived, but how was she to know that the blood would turn him on? Such things did not happen in her world. Perhaps Tehrin and Torrah sheltered me a little more than I had originally thought, she mused, although she still would not let her body give away the fear. It was even masked in her eyes, and she had never been more grateful. There was no sign of giving up in the femme's behaviors, although on the inside, she was on the verge of caving to the mexican wolf.
How could she get out of here? There was not enough time for her to run, and she was fairly sure the mexican could catch up to her in no time. Oh dear. This was it. The brute had practically subdued Akihra in a short period of time, but she was not willing to admit defeat.There was a final option in her mind that could possibly save her; it just depended on how fast her howl could carry...
"Tehrin! Torrah!" She howled out, her voice laden with pain and desperation. It was at that time the mexican brute lunged at her once more, seized her once again, positioned to rape her. She was furious and terrified at the same time. She had underestimated this wolf, and it had gotten her into a miserable situation once again. Revan had finally ambled off, and part of her was glad. She did not want the femme to see her being molested by the brute. At this point, she was desperate for any signs of hope. She continued to struggle against his grasp, her claws and teeth flailing dangerously with any hope of snatching at the brute. She was in a horrendous position, but who was going to get her out?
Tehrin immediately left the southern territories after putting the old gray wolf out his misery and headed north, where she knew Akihra would be. The prospect of Akihra forming a close bond with Zethrox was what fueled Tehrin’s haste to reach the eastern territories; she didn’t want her plans to face any more extraneous complications caused by such a situation. Unannounced, the femme trekked through her grandfather’s territory, intending to find Akihra first before having her presence be known.
Tehrin kept a mental image of the terra, familiarizing herself with it now in case the knowledge of it would be helpful later, a habit of hers she picked up at a young age and likely passed down from her cunning father. She kept her nose close to the earth as she tracked faint traces of Akihra’s scent while also making a mental note of the scents of other wolves who lived in Zethrox’s pack. The she wolf suddenly halted and kept her nose to the ground, a faint scent that caught her attention more so than the others did. Zethrox. Tehrin wasn’t completely sure as to how she would greet her grandfather. I suppose playing it nicely for now would be the wisest plan.“Oh! My dear long lost grandfather! How I love you so!” She amused herself by pretending to be a loving grand-daughter with a fake, high pitched voice that sounded like it belonged to a pup.
I wonder what the old brute will do when he sees me? Tehrin smirked at the thought. As the spitting image of her father, Ardemu, it wasn’t uncommon for wolves to either run away in fear or challenge her out of angst and grudges they held, mistaking her for her father. But obviously Zethrox would do neither since he himself destroyed Ardemu, his son. Tehrin's expression went blank at the thought, her bronze eyes somewhere far away for just a brief moment before she broke from her reverie. As she familiarized herself with his scent once more, Tehrin’s ears suddenly perked up to the sound of her name as the frantic howl of her younger sister caught the wind. Tehrin was already bolting in the direction of the cry by the time Akihra called out their brother’s name. Damn it Akihra! What the hell have you gotten yourself into now?
She could see a low fog in the near distance as she sprinted, and sensed that her sister was somewhere in that area since no wolf was to be seen outside of it. At the moment all of Tehrin’s anger and frustration with her sister fell away and was replaced by urgency and anger towards whomever it was that endangered her sister. The older sibling was used to finding her sister in some sort of a mess, but the pain and anxiety that saturated Akihra’s howl was definitely something new, something that made Tehrin fear for her sister’s safety.
Tehrin darted straight into the mist, not halting her momentum as she maneuvered her way around the hot springs. Surprisingly, visibility wasn’t too bad once she was in the steam caused from the hot water and her amber eyes locked on to her sister, and the brute who currently straddled her rear. The femme didn’t bother alerting either of the two of her sudden presence as she picked up her speed, barreling towards her sister and the brute before lunging at him with all her weight and speed. Just before making contact with the brute Tehrin released a fierce, raging snarl, ready to fight the brute to defend her sister and herself.
It just felt like she gave up, forfeited the controls all to Rapture. As much as he didn't mind the struggling, a subdued female was easier to take and force himself into. Which was exactly what he did, gripping his dewclaws into the skin of her hips, he thrust himself inward. Her moist cavern was more than enough to send chills down the bloodied brute's spine. "It's like you wanted it all along!" He humbly purred in pleasure, however her howl was more her response to the sex as much as it was a plea for help. Who was she calling to? Her family? Rapture didn't know if her pack lived here or somewhere else, although he was too worried about it. He'd make the rape quick and painful and leave her to suffer while the ones she called for watched her wail in her misery.
"Who are you calling for, sweetheart? Nobody is coming for you." He breathed between a lapse of intense pounding inside the female. She was barely even fighting it, might feel good to her despite it being with a partner she hated. Consider it a favor from an enemy when you'd have nobody else to crawl to. Rapture could admit sex with Legacy was much more admirable considering she played her part to tease him. But that would come for a different say, and this was just mere punishment for the young lass. He felt himself building up, she must have been inexperienced, perhaps even her first time mating from the feels of it, so tight and untouched. Rapture was proud to say he'd taken the virginity of many young wolves.
"Hold tight Missy, almost finished!" He yowled in bliss, working it in deeper and faster and tensing up as he released his demented seeds inside the young wolf. He did with a howl of pleasure, mixed with a snarl... But not his own, it was coming from another wolf. Fiery eyes fluttered open in the midst of starting the tie... Great, this wasn't a good sign. As much as he didn't mind ripping the premature tie, he didn't want to be mauled int he process. Being attached to another was sure to cause problems, he was unable to dodge with another hundred pounds dangling from his groin. And from the whiff of it, it was another female wolf. Could this be one of the wolves that Akhira called for? Well, they didn't take their time showing up.
Rapture released a high pitched snarl of his own in response to hers, ears pinned back and hair spiking along the scruff of his neck and down his spine. "How dare you interrupt our intimacy!" Rapture growled, however the lack of movement gave the other female to successfully collide into his form and forcefully break the tie between male and female. He responded with a yelp, it felt like his rod was being torn from between his legs, extremely agonizing. Nonetheless, Rapture responded by ravaging a dance of hell with the female as they fought. Yellow stained teeth desperately clanking together for any source of skin or flesh. Rapture was old, but he wasn't about to lose to a young bitch like this.
((OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to get this reply up...))
Akihra's snarls were filled with both fury and defeat as Rapture stole her innocent. Refusing to give him any pleasure, she grew rigid beneath him. He liked to be violent? Fine, she would remain stoic and uneventful... Maybe he would lose interest and leave her alone! Dear Lord, she mewled inwardly, the unpleasantry and vulgar position finally hitting her. The asshole of a brute was raping her, for fuck's sake! Where were her siblings?!
"Who are you calling for, sweetheart? Nobody is coming for you."
That was the last straw. Her body wrecked with sobs broke down. It was as the brute was nearly finished that Akihra heard a familiar snarl that she was both horrified and relieved. Tehrin. As Rapture was dislodged from her now feeble form, she slinked away, hiding herself in the brush as she watched; how could things have turned out this way? I thought I was invincible... I thought I could take on the world by myself, she thought desperately, trying to justify what had happened. She was trying to make it not be her fault. Her spirits were completely crushed, and it was all she could do to look at the vile brute who had just defiled her.
For all the awful things she had said about Tehrin in her lifetime, Akihra had never been more grateful to the femme. It did not matter what she thought now; she would forever be indebted to her sister, and she knew the other femme would see it that way as well. Akihra was stuck with her now, and she knew the consequences of her actions would soon come back to bite her. She had completely disregarded Tehrin's ideas about coming here in the first place and arrived on her own. And what had that gotten her, other than trouble?
I started a relationship with Zethrox, she thought feebly, watching the two wolves with little interest. All Akihra wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die right now. Anything would be better than the current situation. Then, she realized something.
Why the hell am I sitting here wallowing in pity? That bastard did this to me! With renewed fury, Akihra sprung back up, a snarl rippling from her throat as she charged the brute once more. This time, Tehrin was on her side. Fuck traditional fights. Fuck the world. She was going to do whatever the hell she needed to do to make sure this monster got what he deserved. He had defiled her. He had intruded on lands that were her's and her siblings' by lineage. He had stolen her innocence, a priceless gift. He had destroyed her confidence (however momentarily) and damn it, he needed to pay for it.
As she drew closer to the pair, Akihra sprung, her claws slashing at the brute as her jaws snapped for any hold she could get on him. He needs to feel the pain he inflicted! she thought as she saw red. This sort of temper was uncommon for Kira, and she wanted to use it while she could. The mexican brute was an idiot if he thought he would leave here in one piece. Complete trash. She growled, her mismatched orbs flashing dangerously.