Cats and Dogs [Vashti/Open]

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Each step taken by the Mongollon femme was as quiet as she could make it. Her breath came slowly, deliberately. Her eyes were locked on a weka. The small bird had wandered out into the open; a grave mistake. Syren kept low to the ground, ears twitching at even the slightest sound. She took a cautious step forward, pausing halfway when the bird lifted its head. Smart eyes darted all around, nearly focusing intently on Syren herself, before they passed right over her. The femme’s coat blended in very well to her surroundings now that her winter fluff had been shed. After a few moments, the weka went back to pecking the ground. Syren continued her silent approach at an agonizingly slow pace. After becoming a student to Kuma, the femme hadn’t been able to succeed in a single hunt. Which was rather odd, as she was generally a particularly fair hunter. Thinking that it may have been the pressure of the Dire female, Syren had gone off on her own. Dangerous, now that other predators had returned to the northern lands, but necessary. Syren wanted to prove herself, not only to Kuma, but to the alpha and beta brutes as well. Prove that she wasn’t just a cowardly member of Vashti. Only once more did the weka look up in alarm. Syren didn’t give the meal another chance as she sprang from her hiding place. The little bird let out a screeching cry before taking off as fast as its legs could carry it. Syren was faster, however, and was quick to take down the little bird. Its screams caused some rodents to dart into their holes and a small flock of birds took flight with their own cries of alarm. But Syren didn’t care about anything else. Finally, finally she’d managed to make a successful kill. It took a fair amount of restraint, but Syren made sure not to begin devouring her catch. She didn’t live on her own anymore; this bird belonged to the pack as a whole. It was hardly a sufficient meal, however, and as she scooped up the bird, Syren kept her eyes peeled for anything else she could capture. In the months since her joining, Syren had been keeping to herself as much as possible. She especially made a point to steer clear of the alpha brute, only remaining in his presence long enough to give him a proper greeting. Syren even stayed away from Kuma as much as she could, though it was quite difficult to shake the other female. Maybe it was rude of her to spend so much time alone, but none of the others had said anything to her as of yet. So long as she kept out of their way, she assumed they wouldn’t really care what she did. A sharp sound rang out, causing Syren to freeze, ears darting in all directions. What was that..? Oceanic eyes scanned the area ahead of her, locking on a patch of brush that began to rustle. Syren immediately lowered herself down, backing away as quietly as she could. Large predators had begun to surface in Vashti, predators large enough to easily take her down if she wasn’t careful. The femme was able to get under the cover of a nearby bush just as a civet emerged before her. The small cat-like creature had yet to notice her, but it was sniffing the air, clearly catching her scent. Or that of her meal. Its beady eyes locked onto hers, the creature hissing defensively, the fur along its spine rising. Syren emerged from her own hiding place with a warning growl, daring the civet to come any closer. It took the challenge head on. The civet lunged forward, snapping at Syren’s feet. The femme dropped her kill in surprise, returning the attack the cat-like creature had launched at her. It dodged her attempt, snatching the weka up in its tiny jaws, before darting back the way it had come. With a snarl of pure rage, Syren chased after the annoying scavenger. As she crashed through the brush, she found herself tangled with a second civet. She let out a yelp of pain as the creature’s sharp teeth locked on her paw. She tried to grab hold of the civet to kill it, but it quickly released her, grabbing hold of her face instead. Another yelp ripped from her throat, and she swatted the beast, causing it to merely grunt and tug harder on her cheek. How could it be she was losing to a cat thing? She was the bigger of the two! Yet she was losing this battle. Swallowing her pride, Syren let out a long howl. Surely someone would come rescue her from this pitiful fight. As if to shut her up, the first civet returned to aid the second, latching onto her leg. Syren snarled fiercely, attempting to shake either creature off of her. It was very unusual to find more than one civet in proximity to one another, but Syren must have stumbled upon a mating pair, possibly close to their nest. Still. To be taken out by a couple of cat-like things was beyond embarrassing. Syren only hoped one of the pack would come to her rescue, and wouldn’t tear her a new one for losing a kill to a pair of scavengers. words:: Nine-Hundred and Eleven tags:: Vashti, Open ooc::

[Titan]

Titan sauntered through the sandy dunes of Vor’asa, enjoying the feel of the sun warming his dark grey pelt. The day’s duties were over. Perhaps later he would practice his battle moves a bit, but now was his time to relax. Although, it would be nice to have something interesting to do around here, not to say that the pack was boring, but he was used to a little more excitement in his life. Wolves only had a short amount of time to live their lives; Titan wanted to do something with his, not live perpetually in fear of something bad happening and so waste the only chance he had to experience real living.

Almost as if on cue, a panicked howl reached the male’s ears, a female crying out for help. Immediately his features brightened into a smile – there was a pretty female in danger (even though he didn’t know who it was, all females were pretty to him), and he was going to be her savior.

Titan bounded through the dunes, easily navigating between the high mounds until he reached the source of the call. There she was, a reddish coloured femme about half his size battling with two civets. A thrill of electricity rushed through his veins at the sight, he wasn’t sure whether it was in anticipation of the fight, or at the way the female was clearly struggling to protect herself. In fact, he almost felt like staying and watching her for a tiny bit longer before he intervened… it was quite exciting to watch her be overpowered by a pair of small cats; just imagine how helpless she’d be if a wolf his size decided to take her…

The young male shook his head in an attempt to dispel the wondrous images forming in his head. No, he had so much more to gain from rescuing this damsel in distress... she would look at him as a hero if he saved her life. That was what he’d always wanted to be; he wanted wolves to look up to and admire the great and powerful Titan.

Encouraged by his thoughts of victory, the giant brute leapt into battle, teeth bared in a fearsome growl. “Get away from her, you filthy scavengers!” Jaws mercilessly clamped down on fur, and with a mighty heave, Titan pulled the cat away from its victim, watching with brutal satisfaction as it tumbled over itself and fell to the dirt with a squeal. Narrowed blue eyes shifted to the other civet, the one clinging onto the female’s leg, his fierce gaze daring it to continue when it was so outnumbered. “Go on, scum, run away before I shred your useless flesh to pieces!”

But instead of heeding his warning, the fiesty creature released its hold on the female and lashed out at him, managing to score a bite to his shoulder before he had time to dodge. Half a yelp escaped from Titan’s maw as the sharp pain shot through him, which he abruptly stifled in an attempt to rescue his honour. He couldn’t make beginner mistakes like that, not in front of a female! Curse his weakness! With a vicious snarl he returned the favour, ripping a chunk of flesh from the civet’s body before it could hastily scurry out of reach.

A short confident laugh barked from the young male’s jaws as he eagerly approached the two cowering creatures. That would teach them to keep their paws to themselves, and not to mess with the property of his pack. Nobody hurt his packmates and got away with it! They were no match for him! He was the mighty Titan, largest and strongest brute on Tas’alea. Long ivory fangs exposed themselves to the civets once more before they decided the fight wasn’t worth it and disappeared back into the undergrowth.

Titan stared after them for a while longer, panting as his fur slowly flattened down to its normal state. A battle always got his heart rate going, but it was over now, and there were more important things to think about. Such as his afternoon entertainment…

Cold blue eyes softened significantly as he turned back towards the lovely lady he had rescued from peril – femmes always melted under that soppy gaze. And the fact that he had just saved her life would surely help his chances of getting to know this lady a little better… A low baritone flowed smoothly from his maw, the tone full of deep concern. “Hey babe, are you okay?”

While Titan waited for her response, he unashamedly let his eyes roam over every inch of her body under the pretense of looking for injuries. There was a bit of blood, but he wasn’t sure whether it was hers or his or the civet's… all he knew was it looked good on her… Mmm, she was a very fine looking specimen. With much willpower, he dragged his gaze away from her rear end and back towards her face, holding her own blue eyes with his.

A suave smile spread on his lips as he slowly approached, bending his head to offer her a comforting nuzzle on the shoulder, and taking in a breath of her sweet feminine scent while he was at it. Even though he was still a near stranger to her, he didn’t worry about any personal boundaries she might have. His actions were innocent - it was just the intention behind them that wasn’t so much. But she couldn't accuse him of that. And besides, she was a female of Vashti, a huntress, which meant that her rank fell below his. He’d seen how this pack was run. The females did as they were told and the males had their freedom to do nearly whatever they liked… Pretty good system if you asked Titan.

Yes, he was liking this pack already. This was what he’d wanted when he’d left his old family; fighting and femmes. And today he could possibly get them both...



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At first, Syren thought her cry for help would go unheard. She had expected Kuma or Maglor to be nearby, to come crashing through the brush the moment she’d lifted her crown. But as her howl died in the wind, a choking fear gripped at her heart. What if none came to her rescue? What if these vicious cats tore her limb from limb? A pathetic whine slipped from her maw, half from the fear gripping her and half from the pain inflicted by the furry parasites. The frantic femme attempted, once again, to tear the creatures from her body. But every time her jaws locked on one of them, their own jaws locked on her, and they were causing more pain than she could handle. A fierce growl tore through the air, causing Syren’s head to whip up. A very large, dark pelted brute was tearing towards her. While she didn’t recognize him, the absolute happiness she felt at his arrival was written all over her expression. His words sent a thrill down her spine. Never in her few years had she heard words so comforting, not even from her mother after the death of her brothers. The brute tore the first civet from her, causing her to yelp in pain as the cat tried to keep hold of her for just a little longer. Syren expected the second cat to let go immediately. She wouldn’t have been able to take him on her own, and she was a fair bit bigger than the cat. Yet instead, it lunged at the great brute. Once it had released her, Syren sank to the ground, whining helplessly. She wanted to help her savior as he had helped her, but the fear gripping her body was making it impossible for her to move. Besides. He seemed to be more than capable of handling the cats on his own. Within the blink of an eye, the cats had vanished completely, likely to slink back into their holes and lick rather severe wounds. Syren sighed deeply in relief, turning her deep blue eyes on her rescuer, studying him. He was a fair bit large than Maglor, and even put Darius to shame with his sheer size. The fear she ought to have felt in his presence was replaced with a sense of relieved awe. This brute had saved her. Had it have been the alpha brute, he likely would have sat back and watched, waiting for her to buck up and defeat the cats herself. Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes. Thank Fenris that her savior hadn’t been Darius. As she went to thank her savior, he turned to face her with the most gentle of looks in his eyes. She fell silent, mesmerized by his beautiful stare. Never before had she seen eyes so beautiful, nor an expression so soft and kind. Perhaps he wasn’t part of the pack? Surely such a kind brute couldn’t be part of Vashti. Weren’t the males of the pack supposed to be ruthless and mean? Maglor might be an exception, but even he wasn’t entirely kind to her. The brute before her then spoke up, his voice deep and full of concern. “I-I-I-I’m o-o-o-okay,” she stammered out, quickly lowering her gaze. He wasn’t intimidating her at all; she was just a nervous wreck. Completely missing the fact that her savior was roving his eyes over her body, Syren attempted to stand. Her legs were like rubber, however, and couldn’t hold her weight for more than a few seconds. She tried again; same result. Her gaze flicked to his eyes for a moment, surprised to find he wasn’t looking into hers anymore. They were focused on...her paw? She looked down to find blood pooling to the surface. Not much, but enough to darken her already red fur. She glanced back up at him, ready to apologize (why, exactly, she didn’t rightly know), but found her eyes locked by his. So pretty... In the next moment, the brute had stepped forward, and was nuzzling her shoulder comfortingly. Syren tensed up, unsure of how to handle such a situation. The last male that had been so close to her was her brother, and that had been so long ago that she could hardly remember what it was like. Was she supposed to reciprocate his actions? Was she supposed to deny him the gesture? But if he was part of the pack, that would be going against one of the strict laws against the female populace. And there was a tiny, tiny part of Syren that didn’t want the feeling to end. His touch sent an electric current through her body, one she’d never felt before. It intrigued the young femme, and she kind of wanted to know more. Yet... It scared her at the same time. So, as much as she was grateful for his assistance, Syren couldn’t allow his comforting gesture to continue on. “I-I’m sorry, b-but...” She didn’t know what to call him, as he hadn’t given her his name. Her movements were hesitant, but she gently ran her muzzle along his neck, half reciprocating his comfort, thinking that was all he was waiting for. “I-I-I should probably...g-get up now.” Heat rose beneath her pelt. It wasn’t until coming to Vor’asa that Syren had become a cowardice fool. Stammering and fumbling over her words was new and embarrassing. Gently pushing the male away, Syren once again attempted to rise to her feet. While a little shaky, her legs managed to sustain her weight. The moment she tried to take a step, however, sharp pain shot through her front paw. She yelped, quickly lifting the injured paw. Her legs shook dangerously again, now supporting her weight on three legs instead of four, yet she still remained standing. She gently ran her tongue over the bleeding wound, gazing sheepishly at her rescuer. “Th-thank you for saving me...” she murmured. “Oh, but y-you don’t have t-to stay if you don’t want to... I-I’m sure you have b-better things to do...” She certainly felt much safer in his presence, but she didn’t want to keep him from an important task. words:: One-Thousand and Seventy-Three tags:: Titan ooc:: I'm chock full of muse, sorry XD

[Titan]

She didn’t resist him; that was a good start. The female remained still, if a little tense, as Titan rubbed her shoulder. His own shoulder was forgotten; the wound was still leaking blood, but he was not about to let such insignificant pain interfere with his careful ministrations.

He was glad she wasn’t the spitfire type, although those ones were fun to knock down from their perches he’d always been fond of the quieter ones. This female’s stammer was especially endearing, and the way she looked up at him as if he was a god. He loved being someone’s hero, the centre of their admiration and praise; hopefully this lovely creature would continue to play along with his wishes.

Her fur was so soft too, and such a gorgeous colour. He just wanted to bury himself into it, bury his whole body into hers. But she was drawing away. The beginnings of indignation that she was leaving him were suddenly and effectively quelled as the female lightly brushed her muzzle along his neck. Titan couldn’t hide the intoxicating thrills that shivered down his spine at the touch. It had been such a long time since he’d last felt such feelings of arousal, at least not since he had joined the Vashti pack.

Her words hardly registered in the young male’s mind; he was too focused on trying not to jump her right then and there. It would be so easy… there was no one around for miles, and he’d already seen how powerless she would be to resist. He had just as much right to claim her as any other male, perhaps even more so due to his marvellously strong physique. His genes needed to be passed on to the next generation; it was his duty to his species.

But he wasn’t a completely heartless monster. He was noble, like his father, and would treat females with the proper dignity and respect… up to a point. Their duty in life was, after all, to give pleasure to males, and if they needed a little encouragement to see the light, Titan wasn’t above showing them exactly what their place was.

But he couldn’t frighten her away; if he took her now she would likely flee at every sight of him afterwards, and he would never have the chance again. No, much better that she fully consented to him; now that would be a stroke to his ego. Of course there had been females in the loner lands who had wanted him, but their interest in him had been only temporary, and he’d never had the same one twice.

Now, if he played his cards wisely, he could make this femme fall for him, and then he could use her whenever he liked. She would be available whenever he wanted her; they were in the same pack, and neither of them would be leaving anytime soon. He had plenty of time to convince her that he was the man for her.

Deep blue eyes focused again on the beautiful she wolf, confident that he could hold himself back. He saw that she had one paw lifted and was wobbling precariously on the other three, so as a good gentleman he closed the distance between them once more and offered to support her weight with his steady frame. She seemed slightly flustered by his presence, thanking him for rescuing her and telling him that he probably had better things to do than stay here with her. “No, not at all…” You’re the best thing I could do. “Besides, honey, I’m not leaving ‘til I catch your name. Mine’s Titan, by the way.”



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Almost as soon as she found herself wobbling on three legs, Syren found herself completely stabilized. It didn’t take long for her to realize: the great brute had stood beside her, supporting her pathetically weakened limbs. The heat from his body poured into hers, causing a thrill of excitement to course through her veins. Having him nuzzle her was one thing, but having him pressed right against her? Her heart stammered loudly in her chest, so loud, in fact, she was terrified he might be able to feel it. Or worse; hear it. His proximity was causing all sorts of funny reactions. Rising heat beneath her pelt, rapid heartbeat, moronic stammering. He likely thought she was the pack’s bumbling idiot! Which she kind of was. What other wolf would so knowingly stroll right into the pack’s den? And, on top of that, expect them to be forgiving because of the recent volcanic activity? Yeah, only an idiot. She had even thought that she’d be able to flee after that. Of course, Kuma had found her in no time. Remembering the dark gaze from the lead huntress was enough to cause a shiver to run down Syren’s spine. If it hadn’t been for Maglor, she likely would have been torn to pieces by Kuma. And then she wouldn’t have been accepted into the pack. Nor attacked by the civets... But then she wouldn’t have met this gorgeous brute... Her eyes darted up to look into his face as subtly as she could. He was so dark, easily spotted in the dunes of Vor’asa. The complete opposite of herself. Syren blinked in surprise as she realized he was speaking to her. Flushing, her eyes darted down once more, licking her wound again as an excuse not to look at the brute. He didn’t have anything else to do. Did that mean he was going to stay with her longer? A small glow of happiness filled the femme’s expression. Peculiar, since Syren had always been a loner-type, even among the pack. It was why she was alone here in the first place. When the brute decided he wanted to know her name, Syren looked up at him once more. He even offered his name first, as a gentleman should. “Titan,” she murmured, testing the name on her tongue. “That’s such a strong name...” It definitely suited him. It even sounded like the name of someone who regularly saved pathetic femmes like herself. Maybe it was fate. Maybe he would join Vashti if she asked him to... The russet femme shook her head. No, that would be silly. “M-My name is Syren. Nice to meet you.” She dipped her head politely, glancing up at him. As much as she wanted him to be with her as long as possible, she didn’t have the right to offer him a place in the pack... Wait... If he was this far in Vor’asa, where was Darius? Or Maglor? They would have noticed a brute as large as himself so deep within the territory. Syren looked at him curiously before asking, “Are you part of Vashti, Titan?” What other explanation was there? The alpha and beta brutes would have already torn him up for getting so far. So he must be part of the pack already! Without her knowledge, Syren’s tail had begun wagging rapidly behind her. A blissful expression covered her face as she looked up at Titan with adoration. This meant he would be with her for a long time! Would he always save her when she was in danger? Oh, she hoped so. He was so kind to her, and not terrifying like the others of the pack. words:: Six-Hundred and Thirty tags:: Titan ooc::

[Titan]

Titan stood still, a supportive shoulder for the female to lean on as she regained her balance. Her injury didn’t really look that bad to him, but she was a female, and who was he to argue when such a lovely girl was leaning so close against him? The feeling of their pelts pressed together was simply divine, and if she was experiencing feelings anything like what he was, it wouldn’t be long before the two wolves could come together as one. The large male turned his gaze away from her momentarily, focusing down on the ground beneath his paws as he attempted to calm his thoughts. He wasn’t going to rush her; he was sure that his patience would pay off, even if he had to wait a little longer than he usually did to get what his body craved.

Their connection seemed to have flustered her too, as she began licking her paw again to avoid his gaze. Now why would she react that way if her thoughts had been innocent? Had she been thinking similar thoughts, of him, perhaps? He wasn’t a mind reader so there was no way to tell, but his swelling ego jumped to the conclusion anyway.

And then the sound of his name, spoken softly, almost reverently… Titan shrugged off her compliment with a smile, inwardly glowing with pleasure. He was indeed proud of his name; the name of the old gods who used to rule the heavens. He was lucky that his parents had been intelligent enough to give him such a powerful name, one which reflected his inner being. Titan didn’t know how he would have survived if they’d given him a pathetic or common name. His was unique and strong, like him.

Her name wasn’t so bad either. “Syren… A beautiful name for a beautiful femme.” A charming smile spread on Titan’s maw as he gazed down at her with soft blue eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, love,” he dipped his head a little in return to her gesture of respect. Not something he would normally do, but it couldn’t hurt to be polite now and again. Anyway, it would be worth it in the long run; once he’d convinced her that he was the perfect heroic gentleman, and had her under his spell, he could do whatever he pleased and she would probably still look at him in the same light. First impressions were everything.

Then the female asked if he was part of Vashti. “Of course... Though I must admit I am relatively new to these parts – Darius gave me the rank of Warrior perhaps only a week ago.” He wasn’t entirely sure why she would ask such a question; if he had been an intruder, he could just as easily have lied and been merrily on his way. Or slaughtered her where she stood. Maybe she was more naïve than he’d originally thought? Luckily for her though, he was a member of the Vashti pack. “And I’m presuming you are too? A lovely lady such as yourself deserves the highest protection.”

He could get used to this... It was really quite fun seeing how much he could flatter her without her realising what he was really aiming for - and according to the adoration in her eyes it was working. Plus, it wasn’t as if he was outright lying; she really was beautiful – or else he wouldn’t be wasting his time here with her, would he? The great Titan didn’t take just any female who walked across his path, and he wouldn’t be putting so much effort into masking his true feelings if he didn’t forsee an even more productive relationship in the future. Syren was the first femme he’d properly tried to woo – most of the others had wanted it right from the start.



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