get the party started! [gypsies+zethrox]

[legacy]

ooc: Forgive me. I'm not quite sure what the time line is supposed to be on this. I would think before the whole Akihra/Rapture mess, but I'm not quite sure...

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/20aytjm.jpg] "Zeth, we have company!" The clipped howl was filled with hints of frustration, lust, and impatience. Not five feet from her was a hansom male that wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Well, her lust was probably a tad greater than his. After subjecting herself to the violent abuse of Rapture for so long, the idea of a male actually wanting to take care of her was tantalizing. She craved the promise of his soft touch, body aching for tender love. Unfortunately, there was an old coot standing in the way of her desires. The only way for her to have Dreidoj was if she summoned Zethrox. Zethrox... Legacy was unable to do anything right around the alpha. Whenever they shared a space, it was most likely because she was in some sort of trouble. Now she had call him to her if she wanted to have a roll in the hay. The things she did for a little fun; the Mexican female really was a whore. At least this time she at least had the appearances of doing everything right. She sat with the Gaziché leader on the outskirts of Haishin territory. Sure they'd already had a little chat, but she hadn't really let him into the territory and now she was calling the alpha to deal with the intruder. Maybe this would actually earn her a few brownie points! Not that they would last long, considering they'd be spent the moment she let mister tall, dark, and hansom mount her. A whimper crossed with a groan verbalized the fantasies playing in her mind. That old alpha had better hurry up and get here. The mating season was almost over and after her first time with Rapture, she wasn't sure she was willing to try a repeat performance with another male.

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] ((OOC: I'm soooo sorry it took me this long. I started this post a week ago, then my computer shut down on me and I lost it and this was the first chance I got that I wasn't swarmed with work x.x)) Zethrox wandered away from his newest pack member, anxious to patrol his lands since it had been quite some time. He was careful to renew his claim by strengthening the scent markers throughout the terra. As he was slaving away at his not-so-tedious task, Legacy's howl stretched across the expanse, beckoning him to whatever "company" she may have found. He was not pleased by the cry, because the femme seemed to attract all sorts of trouble. It was as if she were out to get him, though Zeth would never admit that, and he would never oust her from the pack over a sinking hunch. As he trotted toward the mexican femme's location, Zeth wondered just what sort of visitor awaited him now. So long as it isn't a pack of rabid wolves here to chase us out of Kamari, I believe I will be alright, he thought with a throaty chuckle. However, little did he know that he was not too far off. The alpha male approached Legacy, spying the femme's silhouette first because of the familiarity of her presence. What he did not find pleasing was the male with her. The brute was obviously much younger than himself, and he held himself tall as a leader. This brute was obviously in a position of power, or he had come to challenge Zethrox for his. He could not stifle the involuntary growl that rose as he approached. His posture grew exceedingly dominate, and he eyeballed the male with cautiousness. "What is it you call me for," Zeth asked his pack mate, a little perturbed by the situation already. Thankfully, Legacy had the decency to make the male wait on the outskirts of his territory. Zethrox would not have been pleased if he was dragged all throughout Kamari with the lowly subordinate. When did I ever start thinking of anyone as inferior? he thought absently, but he was just about fed up with the femme's troublesome behavior that he was not sure he could tolerate another slip up. The only reason he was inclined to have her remain was because Terror had grown up in the pack and was the closest thing he had had to an heir before his grandchildren came along. He secretly wondered if the mexican femme had known this and had planned for the young brute to be birthed into the Haishin pack. Maybe this entire time, she had been conspiring against him for his position as alpha, and this brute was here to seal the deal. Perhaps this was Terror's real father. He was tired. He was bitter. And most of all, he was sick of putting up with all the crap. Some days, I wish I had just died with the rest of the rogues, he thought with an inward sigh.