Right Where She Wants You [Zaida]

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The moon shone bright on the snow-cloaked ground below, painting vast swaths of silver and white. Deep, full shadows mingled starkly with the pale moonlight- the bold kind, the kind that shadowed the unseen.

Sanris did not want to be unseen this night, however. He stalked proudly through the snow, head and tail high, in plain sight of anyone. He was giddy, oh yes, giddy, like a young pup on the first day the weather turns warm in spring. He was part of something. He was a pack wolf now, an Osani wolf. Osani. Just the name sent shivers up his spine; he had never felt so powerful, so in control. Before he new it, Sanris was running through the snow, leaping and bounding and just wasting time- had is paws ever been this light? Had this funny, buoyant feeling in his chest ever been there before? This shivering sensation running through his limbs was entirely new to him. Sanris threw his head back and howled, loudly and defiantly, not actually sending a message but simply enjoying making noise, hearing his own voice ring out boldly. The action carried his head and neck backward and suddenly with a muffled whump Sanris was laying on his back in the snow, paws in the air. His surprise was short-lived however; through the snow, he could hear tiny scratchings. Mice.

Suddenly an idea popped into his head. Sanris flipped over, grinning devilishly, and once again pressed an ear to the snow. He sat like that for a minute, before suddenly plunging his head into the snow and flinging it upward, tossing a small mouse into the air before catching it again in his jaws and swallowing. He played this game for a while after, not because he was hungry; but the feeling of tiny bones crunching between his jaws only added to the elation he could hardly contain.


OOC: WOW COGS ACTUALLY POSTING THINGS WHAT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE IS THIS
Sorry it took so long, EJ.
Muse: Doing better (think good thoughts, everyone)
Tags: @zaida

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It was a bright night. The moon was full, bathing the snow covered ground in pure white. It almost looked like it was day between the snow and the moon. For once, she was camouflaged. Her ebony tail and ears were her detriment instead of her ivory pelt. The moon illuminated her face until her green eyes sparkled beautifully and they grey strip on her muzzle was painted silver. Tonight, she was especially beautiful. As if she needed nature's help. She was already impossibly gorgeous and attractive. Every male on the island was affected simply by her appearance. But tonight, her coat was especially beautiful. The moon gave her white fur a sort of glow, making her fur look baby soft. And it was. She had taken special care to wash and groom herself thoroughly this afternoon. She had received orders, and she was never one to prolong things, or half-do them. She always preformed well and to the fullest extent. Yahvi and herself and discussed her breeding with the new male, Sanris. While he was, in fact, a Valley, he was large, strong, and twisted enough to be impressionable. He was a good specimen. And besides, Yahvi needed to know if he was good breeding material, or if she should punish him in some way and forbid him from breeding. Since he was a male, and he was part of Osani, his life could be spared. A simple command would disallow his weakness from being passed on. A female, however, who couldn't produce well could be raped or could try to run to be able to bear pups. Any female would have to be punished in such a way as to completely expel even the very thought from her mind. Zaida's own fertility was untested, but she was confident. After all, she had superior breeding. And it was the female, as Yahvi taught, that contributed the size of the litter. So, as long as she conceived, it would be fine.

Zaida followed his scent leisurely. She had no problem with breeding with him. In fact, she could probably use it to her advantage. She knew that she could gain his loyalties if she wore the right mask. And once his loyalties were gained, she would go after his affection. After that, it didn't matter where it headed. He would be stuck with Osani with no way out. And if things turned ugly with her family, she could count on at least one wolf to stand on her side. Sanris. He would fight for her. She was working with Djinkka, but she couldn't always tell how deeply rooted she was becoming in the surly female's heart and mind. She was gathering her troops. Where were Atoyo's? Yahvi would probably decide to make him Lead Warrior. But that suited Zaida's plan. If she had to submit to her brother's authority, she might in time convince him of some measure of affection. And then he would be totally unprepared by her victory if things went south. She would have the entire pack on her side, and he would be forced to allow her to become the new Alphess or die. Far would not oppose her. Apparently, she saw no real importance to ever staying within her mother's eye. Yahvi would probably decide to kill her. Maybe she would have one of the new recruits do it, just so that she could say that she hasn't killed her own kin.

She saw him. He was laying in the snow, playing with mice. She could tell that he killed them for the pleasure of feeling their bones breaking in his mouth. A pained squeak echoed from each that he smashed just before it died, and he swallowed it. His eyes lit up every time at the sound; at the knowledge that he was ending a life. Zaida's ivory maw lit up in a malicious smile. She stepped forwards until she stood over him, and her green eyes glittered with lust and flirtatious attraction. Her malicious smile held a tiny hint of pleasure and her eyes stared into his.

So we do have something in common,

she said seductively. She was referring to both of their pleasure in taking a life. The difference was his choice of life, but he had not yet tasted the tender wolf meat. He would soon. But first, Yahvi must teach them physically and mentally. She must gain complete control over them so that they thought she was somehow always watching. So that they would always obey. And then she would introduce them to their new normal meal: wolf. Zaida's mouth watered at the thought: she was hungry. She hasn't eaten in several days. But no matter; Yahvi was sure to give her a real mission after they had bred. There was no way to tell if she had conceived except time. And they had agreed: only one at a time. They wouldn't breed and breed and breed in succession until she conceived. This was to test their fertility. If she didn't conceive this time, they would have one more chance and then punishment if they failed again. But she kept this to herself. Sanris must believe that she wanted him. Leaning down slightly, she licked his maw tenderly. Maybe, for normal wolves, they were moving quickly. But Sanris seemed like the type to live in the moment, and in this moment, Zaida was telling him. And she knew that he would respond. He was a male after all, and she had taken specific--although unnecessary precaution--to ensure that she was completely irresistible. If he didn't have any feelings toward her, he would still be overcome by hormonal impulse. And she was in heat. The smell of her heat cycle would only tempt him further.

tags @sanris
ooc That's okay! Reply soon!! Lets get this thing moving! I think I have enough for the guaranteed conception so you can purchase the choose litter amount whenever you can afford it. I'm gonna buy it tomorrow (if I do have enough :3) Tell me as soon as you've bought it so I can post the stats in the pup board, okay? Thanks! Also, you likey my smexy table? And lol Zaida's getting right to it! Sorry, I had originally planned to at least have a pipe posts before they started but I guess I'm just so excited and the anticipation was too much for me :x

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When he first heard her voice, Sanris whipped around, teeth already bared in his customary snarl. But that quickly faded, to be replaced with a wide-eyed look of stunned awe.

She was beautiful.

No, beautiful wasn't the word- she was a goddess, standing before him, more resplendent in white than even the snow, the moonlight sparking off the fiery green in her eyes. An angel, but more powerful, more regal. Yes, a goddess.

Sanris was suddenly very aware that he was staring, with a mouse tail hanging from his gaping jaws. He quickly swallowed, trying to remember the words she had spoken upon seeing him instead of their sultry timbre. So we do have something in common.

He forced his face to assume a more guarded expression as his ever-present paranoia niggled insistently at the back of his head. "We do?"

After all, he could hardly process the fact that the snowy female he had met on the hill was standing before him now. She must want something. But... The way she looked at him made the back of his neck tingle with electricity, a strange buzzing sensation that spread down his legs and to his paws, numbing them. He was suddenly struck with a very powerful want. He didn't even know what he wanted- he didn't have a name for it, but it rolled and crashed over him in waves and he could barely contain himself. This had never happened before, with anyone he had ever encountered. Sanris was unsure whether to be afraid or, strangely, excited. This odd feeling was so incredible euphoric he didn't know what to do.

So he simply stood, waiting for her to show some sign of where this was going.


OOC: Well, this took much longer than I wanted it to. Sanris in love (or with any feeling other than intense paranoia or hatred or greed) is a hard character to portray. XD And yes, Zaida's table is very smexy. Red suits her.
Muse: Pretty okay.
Tags: @zaida