Leaving... Or Not [Rhy/Drei]

[rhyanne]

Rhyanne strode through the northern freelands, her mind wandering slightly as she strolled up to what was normally a beautiful meadow. With winter, the lovely red blossoms had faded, and now she was faced with what appeared to be nearly deadlands. But she was here on a mission, and she did not want to drag Fia into it. For safety purposes, she had wandered from the small femme, careful to clear the scent of the pup from her before she arrived. She lifted her crown, emitting a yip of a howl, summoning Dreidoj to speak with her.

The leader would be angered by her cry. He would lecture her on respect for his dealings and tell her that she had no business dragging him away. But at this point, Rhyanne did not care. She was not going to be with the gypsies much longer, and she refused to allow him any argument. It does not matter what he does. I can outrun him, she thought smugly. Perhaps her naivity was partially because she had never been apart from the band, but she had no idea what sort of problems she would cause by leaving. It never once crossed her mind that no one had ever left the gypsies. It did not hit her that those who had tried were somehow convinced to stay or just disappeared. In fact, there were so many holes in her plan that it was absurd that she had even considered this as an option. But it was not going to sink in. At least, not until trouble was staring right down her muzzle.

The femme settled on her haunches, content to wait until Dreidoj appeared. He will not be happy, not with all the crap that has gone on lately, she thought worriedly, reality starting to hit her. But it was too late. She had already called for the leader, and when he showed up, she needed a damn good explanation for her interruption. I guess this is it.

Rhyanne was ecstatic. Finally, a life away from the gypsies! She would be able to leave with Fia and they would be free from the grasps of the band. It was a new concept for her; she would be able to speak her mind, make her own decisions, and choose who she wanted to be around. She could wander the free lands with Fia or join a pack. No matter what she decided, she would be the one making the choice, not Dreidoj, Mother Yana, Acarapi... Any of them! It will be fantastic. Fia and I will be together. She will have me and I will have myself, for once, she thought. There was no more hint of apprehension.

What was the worst that Dreidoj could do, kill her? Either way, she would be free of the gypsies. Whether in life or death, Rhyanne would no longer be a captive of their manipulations. Everything was starting to fall into place, and there was not a thing in the world that could dampen the mixed femme's mood...

[dreidoj]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/8370/dreitb.png,true] Irritated footfalls treaded heavily across the vast plain of the Shydar. Ear lobes were laced back against his head, chocolate hued eyes narrowed on his target, and a disgusted look clearly evident on his features. Sure, he was highly upset with his Rhyanne running off; those in his brood were not allowed to leave his sight unless granted permission, of which she was never given. He adored Rhyanne; if it wasn’t for Mirela insisting she hang around he might have taken Rhy as his mate. Might have. He had important business to attend to, so not only was he leaving Kamari to meet up with Rhyanne, the inclement weather wasn't doing much to improve his mood. Although, as he neared the dark hued female, the small and meaningless smile on her face melted Dreidoj like a good spring thaw. The intoxicating scent of her in estrus may have been the cause of his reciprocating smile. ”Dearest Rhyanne,” he preferred using her full name to the shortened version. He strolled right up next to the female, pressing himself gently into her shoulder. Dreidoj’s cold nose nudged her cheek as he subtly inhaled her scent. He slowly caressed her face with his own and landed a kiss upon her forehead. He pulled himself away from her as if it ached to be not be touching one another. “How about we get out of this weather?” he asked, although it was more a request than a question. His voice was still soft and comforting as he chanced a glance up at the grey sky tossing half melted pellets of ice to the earth. Sidestepping Drei briskly walked towards the thick brush lining the open field. Each thicket’s spindly branches intricately intertwined with the adjacent shrubbery creating a substantial roof. Crawling underneath a low archway Drei stuck close to the ground. The ground was drier here, though still just as solid, frozen by the cool temperatures of the winter. He continued to move around in the thicket until he reached a spot where he could stand comfortably and there was still enough room for Rhyanne. Sure it would be tight, but he wanted nothing more than to be on top of her, so it all worked to his benefit. The area was somewhat triangular, the two wolves being surrounded by three bushes whose branches created the structure for the rooftop. There was no rain here, the water and freezing temperatures produced a thin layer of ice that cemented the branches in place. It was even a few degrees warmer in the thicket, shielded from the wind. Feeling satisfied he reclined to his haunches at the furthest part of the sheltered area, giving Rhyanne more than enough room to move around. Chocolate colored eyes watched his little girl work her way through the brush and into the opening, adoration clearly imprinted across his face. He had always loved Rhyanne, and to the best of his knowledge she loved him to. It practically broke his heart to have her away from him for so long. She was a beautiful creature and Dreidoj loved to use that to his benefit. He may not have been a saint, but he sure as hell knew how to please when it came right down to it. “So what was it that you wanted to tell me?” he questioned her softly. He thought he already knew the answer… Boy was he way off. ***** words: 571. muse: average. notes:fast or slow, you pick the pace Uru.

[rhyanne]

((OOC: So I totally lost muse for this thread, but I'm getting it back now - though possibly as a result of procrastinating preparation for giving a speech tomorrow. Anyways...))

With Dreidoj's approach, Rhyanne nearly cringed. She kept up her timeless appearance of the sweet, innocent, quiet one, but those three words could not be further from the truth. Her innocence had been torn away from her a long time ago, and she was far from sweet or quiet when she really wanted to be. In fact, her nastier side was on the verge of coming out, and the brute was not going to know what hit him. It was all she could do to suppress the nasty smirk that threatened to spread across her black lips. Perhaps she did have a little of Acarapi in her, after all. Father, she thought with disgust. He did not earn the respect of being called her dad, or even father for that matter. His first name was all he would ever gain, and he damn well better be happy she would even give him that much.

As the leader swiped his nose in her fur and kissed her forehead, Rhyanne reacted from instinct. She was not foreign to her leader's touch; it had often been her that Dreidoj turned to when Mirela failed to please. Her own tongue darted from her lips, caressing his ear out of pure habit. She caught herself far too late, but by then, the damage had been done. We'll have to play it by ear from here, she reminded herself. As Dreidoj suggested they move, she simply nodded, not allowing her voice to betray her. The words held in her head, the ones that would shortly leave her muzzle, would best be served in the open, but habit drove her to follow her leader. What he said had always been law, and until she officially denounced the gypsies, that was how it would work.

Buried in the shelter of the brush, Rhyanne waited for Dreidoj to speak before she did. His voice sounded so kind, but she knew the other side of her leader as well. She had been subject to her fair share of his anger, and she knew not to trust first appearances. Her wariness had saved her before, but now it could wind up being her downfall. How could she possibly expect what would follow.

"I'm leaving the gypsies," Rhyanne blurted after the moments of silence, unable to keep it to herself any longer. "I'm tired of this. I can't live this way anymore," she spit sourly, her frustration all pouring out in the short two sentences. Her mind had already been made up; the sweet, manipulative Rhyanne was starting to fade to black, while the more assertive and outgoing side of her personality was beginning to blossom. She liked the changes in herself, and she did not see it going anywhere so long as Dreidoj expected her to continue her work with the gypsies. She needed out for herself, and also for Fia. You're doing this for Fia. You want a better life for her.

Sure, that was true. But she also wanted a better life for herself.