Is there a Method to this Madness? [Datura/Open]

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Why, Kyo would personally eat your children in front of your eyes - if it weren't for the fact all pups tasted like piss and guilt.

As he walked along the land bridge, seeking out new forms of entertainment or at the very least a solid meal, he pondered the possibilities of mass murder. It was very relaxing.

A soft sandstorm blew across the crossing from the dunes just up to the east. Kyo didn’t intend to venture there, not even in the winter - he had his eyes set on the mountains ahead. He liked the idea of a good bout with prey more than he liked the idea of sand in his eyes. The sun cast a sullen haze on the earth, sea, and sky.

The ground became softer as he drew nearer to the dunes and the amount of sand deposited beneath him grew. He began to notice smells harkening that this land was claimed, the scents and signs uncoiling before his eyes like squid ink along a sea floor. His paws were soon creating silky holes that closed behind him as silently as eyes. He glanced over his shoulder to remark “Borrowed time in a borrowed land with only borrowed eyes to sorrow it.” And then he was on firm footing, and too curious about this tall mountainous pass to resist a little trespassing. Besides, his mind had been fantasizing the torture of some small innocent creature for days on end and he needed a release or else he’d go crazy!

He snickered to himself and walked onward, scanning the surroundings now for the signs of nearby creatures. It was soothing, to see the mumblings of life. He muttered them aloud to himself to pass the time while he followed some fresh rabbit trails “abnormalfescuesittingsevenyardsstenchgrayasghostabno-" a bird darted from an underbrush, interrupting his train of thought. It was an interruption because he didn’t hear the bird, he saw it. It was moving in slow-motion, as well as complete silence. He watched it slowly pass with a blank, nonplussed look.

He wondered if he’d even been speaking aloud or not, one could never quite remember when there was no-one to talk to but yourself. He took a few more steps, noting that he didn’t hear the crunch of the earth beneath his paws. He didn’t need to scratch on the nearby trees to know that he wouldn’t hear anything there either, not at the moment.
He continued his trek up the mountains, mouth sealed tight in a begrudging impasse with himself. If his ears refused to do even the most basic work, then he wouldn’t give them the option of his conversation to ignore too. He was drawing nearer to the rabbit warren with every step, anyway, so he adjusted his gait to slink and stalk appropriately. At some point he began to hear the noises around him again, but did not give himself the pleasure of a reaction to the withdrawal of such a petty threat.

He’d at last set sights on the burrows, and chosen his stake-out spot. He would wait for an unwary rodent to hop by so he could savor in some good old fashioned disembowelment. Torture always calmed his mind, and he found rabbits to be a particularly good combination of hardiness, size, and availability. Kyo’s lips curled back into a sneer of anticipation, and the scar that ran up his right cheek extended his sneer past maniacal and into insanity.

The day stretched on, but for Kyo time was a rather cheap commodity. Entertainment, true entertainment. Now that was worth waiting for. The tip of his tail twitched in anticipation as he saw a wary nose poke out of a burrow. His muscles coiled and writhed like snakes beneath his pelt, with the effort not to move and take this kill. The creature ventured forth, and almost wandered close enough to discover the awaiting predator, but Kyo waited patiently.

The moment he’d been waiting for finally came when a little swarm of baby rabbits came scampering forth from the burrows. Like a strike of thunder, Kyo was upon them, teeth flashing and paws pinning down the next in line. He ensured each baby got one good crunch to keep it in place while he incapacitated the next. He got three of them down, amidst a very satisfying scream of terror from their mother. That was another thing he loved about rabbits, they occasionally made the most wonderful noises.

Two were still alive, and one he’d gone overboard on and killed outright. No matter, it was worth the extra wait for the added satisfaction. He plopped down and put one paw on one limb of each struggling kit to pin them down and assess them. He determined which of the two had more strength left, and saved it for last.

Turning his attention to the weaker one, he leaned forward and delicately tore off one of its ears. And then the other ear. He then grabbed the fur at the top of its head, and peeled it down like a banana on all four sides. This took a little bit of maneuvering with both of his paws, but seeing the futile struggles of the last baby rabbit in his peripheral vision only added to the fun.

He looked to the final baby rabbit, when he'd completed the skinning and the shiny red sibling whimpered in excruciating pain while slowly bleeding out. The remaining rabbit did not struggle, even though Kyo was not holding it down. Some piece of it was too broken to escape. It stared brazenly up at Kyo who beamed down at it, utterly pleased at it's spunk. 

Still smiling, he lazily rolled the naked sibling around in the dirt a bit,
finally inquiring to the last rabbit, “And how would you like to die, my brave little friend?”

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Vor’asa was an interesting place. It was abundant in different animals, different prey than Datura had known in her younger year. The Mexican wolf had climbed the ridge that day, the final region she had not yet explored there in Goliath’s territory. The path was rocky, and at times steep and treacherous. One wrong step could send a body plummeting down a sharp cliff to the deep canyons that rest below. Luckily for the auburn-licked fae, her small size enabled her to move through the pass with relative ease, pace slowing only when she had to be particularly cautious on a narrow ledge.

Toward the south lied the jungle area of Tas’alea, a land dominated exclusively by females. As she looked in its direction, she thought of the pack that lived there. Though she knew very little about Valyn, word was spreading about their unusual ideas, valuing females and dismissing strong alphas like Datura’s own. It was a novel idea, but laughable to Datura. It was a challenge to gather information about the other packs. Perhaps it would be worthwhile to send an informant to survey the situation, to witness firsthand what Valyn was all about and deduce if the all-female pack was any kind of threat to Kairos. It was a pity – all those Valyn girls would make fine mates for the vigorous warriors of Kairos, but instead would go to waste in the human junglelands.

Many wolves had talent, untapped potential waiting to be discovered. Those deemed unworthy would be sent away, but there was room for many more in Kairos. Datura seemed to have a knack for find those wolves, ones that would please her alpha. She could spin pretty tales when she needed to, golden whispers of glory, protection, or whatever else a stranger could be seeking. Thinking of her alpha, her Goliath, a giddy thrill shot through her body. She adored the thing she feared the most. Nothing else scared her anymore.

The sharp squeal of a panicked animal piqued the fae’s interest, both ears pricking forward with interest at the sound. It seemed to be close to where she had been scouting. Her focus shifted along with her direction towards the source of the wonderful noise. What she found was a surprise – an unknown male, much smaller than the ones that Datura had grown accustomed to in her pack. A pawful of dead bunnies rest near the wolf, motionless and tiny onyx eyes gaping open in stunned agony, pitiful lives extinguished before they ever got a real chance to live.

The mother rabbit was nowhere in sight by the time Datura arrived, abandoning her miserable litter as a lost cause – and indeed, her presence there would not have made a difference. The fate of her babies was already secure. She was helpless to save her little ones. There were plenty more where those came from. The hapless younglings were barely worth eating, the lot of them barely enough to constitute a snack, even to a wolf as small as the one before her. He was not killing them because of a gnawing hunger in his belly, Datura realized. The strange, happy expression on the savage wolf’s facage suggested to her that instead, he was doing it for his own twisted gratification.

The male was so intent on his grisly craft that he had not noticed her there, crouched in the surrounding undergrowth that littered the ground. Datura was silent as a tomb, chestnut eyes watching with sick delight. His tranquil ferocity as he carried out his undeniably unusual hobby was impressive – eerie, but immediately intriguing to the female from Kairos. A different female may have been horrified by the sight of the dying kit, its fur and flesh pared off, bloodied body soaking the dirt beneath the unfortunate animal as the male toyed with it.

While many would turn tail and run at the gruesome scene, Datura could not peel her piercing oculars away from the male as he turned his attention to the final rabbit. He was a dangerous fellow. Small in stature, but brutal. A diminutive size did not necessarily mean he was without his uses. The cogs within Datura’s brain were turning. He was not the foolish sort of wolf who showed reverence to their kill, instead committing atrocities with a smile splashed across his muzzle. Surely, Goliath could find a place for the sadistic male within the ranks of Kairos. One could only imagine the fearsome place within the recesses of the stranger’s dark thoughts.

Approaching the remorseless beast was a dangerous task, but Datura was the picture perfect image of composure, carrying her mottled head above her shoulders, unflustered by the gory setting. No frivolous niceties or greeting came, only a respectful nod and the hint of her veiled amusement, worn on her pale muzzle as she addressed the barbarian with a trace of a grin beginning to form. ”Too small to eat, but the little wretches are not without their uses, hm?”

Her sharp tongue silenced, her expression remained vague, revealing little about her reason for approaching the maniacal brute. She was clearly unperturbed by the brute’s misdeeds. After a silent pause, the queasy smile that graced her features seemed to grow.

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Something….. and then it was gone. The merest flicker of a memory, or an instinct, overshadowed by his symptoms. He didn’t hear the other wolf approach. He was usually intelligent enough to split his focus between business and pleasure, but his mind failed in this moment of sheer bliss. If she’d been the more territorial of sorts, she might have taken her chance to off this intruder right then and there. But thankfully for his hide, she opted to wait and observe. He was oblivious to his surroundings for that delicate spread of seconds as he considered the demise of the final baby rabbit.

He leaned down to gently nibble on its tiny velvet ears. He licked the length of its body once, and he could feel that it was stiff with fear, and his eyes flared with erotic arousal. “Oh come now, pet, tell me... How should I do it?” he whispered, his words falling as softly as a lover’s caress, nuzzling its cheek with his moist nose. And then his ear flicked sharply to the left at the noise of something approaching from the underbrush.

Kyo was reluctant to break his gaze away from the final, gasping, bunny, but then he caught her smell. It was not difficult to place it as one of the scents that had lingered on the pack boundaries. He quickly reviewed the state of things before turning to look over at her side-long: He was trespassing, poaching future game for sport, his guard had been down, and she hadn’t attacked him.

He did not face the female full-on, but rather looked at her from the corner of his eye. It was a provoking posture to take, if she expected apologies for trespassing, as it was not submissive but rather politely quizzical. He was immediately and primarily intrigued by her composure. “Perhaps she wishes to join in the fun?” was his first thought, seeing the grin dancing in the corners of her lips.

He turned to face her then, his own – permanent – grin now visible for her to see. The two inch scar that extended from the right corner of his lips up his cheek. With one full look at her he knew he would enjoy watching her torture the final rabbit as much as he would enjoy doing it himself. Perhaps more.

”Too small to eat, but the little wretches are not without their uses, hm?” she spoke dispassionately, but her grin widened.

The tip of Kyo’s tail wagged in response, and his lips parted to show a relaxed and happy tongue lolling out. Yes, they were too small to be worth eating. But he’d eat them anyway. Except maybe the one who died before he could have any fun with it. That one could be some scavenger’s sloppy seconds for all he cared.

He’d poached some of their future game for mere sport. And some of their future future game, if he was being annoying and technical. He tried to work out some kind of formula for each rabbit allowed to reach adulthood, and the number of potential offspring it could spawn. Every year it lived it could have how many offspring? Who could then in turn have how many? He figured one female and her offspring could produce tens of thousands of babies over their lifespans, who would in turn produce billions in theirs. Or something like that, he didn’t really give a shit. But he liked to think he’d cost them not three rabbits, but thousands upon thousands.

These thoughts of greed and conquest and arousal tinted his posture as he stood up and stretched before her. His coat was ragged from sleeping without a den and burning as many calories as he ate with none to spare on glossiness. Yes, he was dirty, but in a sexy gypsy sort of way, for he was also strong and virile, and his eyes danced with trouble. He did not know her loyalties were vested in a male more than twice his size and strength. He was pleased to have found not only someone to play with, but one who seemed to share his tastes in fun. He disregarded the fact that she lived here just as easily as she'd overlooked the compulsory formalities and accusations that usually greeted him when he stepped over pack lines. They could enjoy a bit of blood sport as equals, in his eyes.

He bowed low before her, turning his head in order to pick up the remaining rabbit, and then tossing it just shy of her feet. “And how would you use it, m’lady?” He inquired, still in a bow, tail wagging, eyes wide and expectant.

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The brute, insidious and shameless, did not seem concerned by his status as a loner in unfriendly, claimed lands, caught be one of its occupants – one that held fast to her master’s creed, unwavering in her devotion to the alpha of Kairos. If the traveler had any sense of smell or any sense left in his chaotic mind, the stranger was already well aware of the scents left, a not-so subtle reminder to outsiders that they were trespassing. The ruddy male, mussed fur and inexplicable origins, was a foreigner in hostile lands, but he seemed pleased that another of his kind had joined him for his macabre sport. Was this a brief stop in some larger sojourn for the stranger, or had he come to Kairos territory with a purpose – something other than torturing insignificant creatures? He was small, but as Datura herself would attest to, small did not mean useless. What sort of depravity was lurking inside that grinning skull and behind his physique?

Her unexpected discovery had wild look about him, and not just because he was murdering helpless bunnies for the hell of it. She wondered in passing why he was a loner, for he was surely alone in the world, and what sordid story he carried with him along with his scar. The long mark that marred the brute’s cheek was likely a testament to the violence he had met in his existence, like a souvenir suggested that a storm was lurking just beneath the surface. The senselessness, the violence lured Datura to stay, and to venture into the gloom within her own psyche.

Naturally, Datura was no stranger to corruption. Every day she spent worshipping her Goliath sent her ever closer to the edge of the chasm, and her tentative grasp of sanity weakened swiftly. Dark nostrils flared as she took in the scent of the stranger, tainted with the smell of his tiny kills. He was quiet, had snuck into the lands unwelcomed and undetected. Perhaps the borders were not terribly secure, if strangers could wander in without recourse, and Datura made a mental note to address the vulnerability of their most distant borders.

He invited her to take part in his art, and Datura’s stare broke to regard the little rabbit with the hint of a warped laugh rumbling in her chest. She smiled down at the doomed youngster, a gentle smile, as a mother gazed down at her young. It’s glazed, dark eyes looked upwards, past the wolf to the heavens above, but no one could save it now. As fast as lightning, her muzzle fell to gasp the rabbit by its short tail, and with the flick of a neck, sent the youngster careening through the air. The living missile flew through the air as if it was weightless to dash against a pile of sharp rocks. Weathered stone splashed in streaks of garnet as the body slipped through the jagged edges, falling like a staircase until it landed, silently, its broken body left to wilt on the broken earth. Catastrophic injuries would take the bunny within a moment, but Datura could not take her eyes off of the thing until it was over. A shock of convulsions rocked the battered body, lasting seconds, its form twisting and lurching.

If the wolf had not decimated the litter, some other force would have done the trick – a flooded burrow during a sudden storm, disease, malnutrition, or even birds of prey that circled high above the rocky peaks and crevices in search of a bit of flesh. Life was so predictably fragile... and expendable. So many ways for a mortal to end his miserable attempt to live a normal, ordinary life. No one was meant to live forever. Even the strongest beasts met the same dismal fate in the end, an unavoidable finality. The mortal coil was a desolate existence for ever ladder of the food chain. One could only try to make the most of it – and Datura intended to do exactly that. Immortality was attainable only to those whose offspring survived. If she had to go, she would go out in a blaze of glory and be remembered for generations to follow.

When finally the last of the ill-fated litter was still, Datura side-stepped to the body, now deformed and silky coat stained scarlet by its own life’s blood. With the careless flick of a paw, she sent the mangled lump of bunny flesh tumbling, back to the place it had been blissfully existing with its family only minutes before. The tiny carcass dropped into the hole that had once been its happy home. The rabbit mother was not likely to return to the scene of her young family’s massacre. The smell of blood and the scent of the wolves would be too terrifying for the mournful mother to return to. But, just in case she did return, she would have a hideous backdrop of decomposing waste there to greet her instead of her darling babies.

Datura's smile widened.

She moved on silent paws, closer to the male, but she kept a fair distance between them. Her approach had been brazen – and why not? She was not the intruder. Slowly, she came to a seated position, matching orbs of chestnut never straying from the steely, cold eyes of the stranger. Her tail curled around her haunches in a protective manner, obscuring his view on her hindquarters – any perverted ideas that graced his imagination would have to be left to his vulgar pastime instead of Datura. She hoped that he would follow her cue and do the same. At a closer proximity, he was not much larger than the female, a stark contrast from her beloved alpha, so Datura knew she could match him, in case the boy came too close. He could attack her, she realized. She was not a fool. One call, and one of her pack mates would come to find her, a sense of security she had never enjoyed in her previous life – that sad existence before Goliath happened to her. A dainty forepaw raised to her muzzle to taste the unlucky rabbit’s blood from her toes. So young, so sweet.

”Now,” she spoke with an unusual air of glee, ”there are matters to discuss. These lands belong to Goliath.” She paused, knowing the fact of the claims laid on the territory would hardly be news to the male, to allow the brute to react to her words. ”I am Datura of Kairos. May I ask, traveler, where you are intending to go within the realm of Kairos?”

Her attitude was relaxed for one who had just slaughtered an innocent life and caught an intruder, and she spoke of her pack with obvious pride. Kairos was more than a growing collection of muscle and madness. They were a meeting of odious minds and the unity of the most heinous intentions Anikira could create. Morality and decency were abandoned, for it was better to be on the winning side of an imminent war. Perhaps there was a place within their ranks for a maladjusted misfit.

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She didn’t react emotionally, and instead took the time to size up the situation. Kyo wished more would take this perspective, rather than always jumping to conclusions and name-calling. He watched with pleasure as she gazed down upon the baby rabbit with a motherly love, a dark chuckle emanating from deep within her chest. She had proven that she too partook in the twisted and macabre opportunities life presented. And he couldn't get enough of watching her do it.

Kyo’s gaze followed the rabbit’s body as it flew into a pile of sharp rocks, immediately gored enough to splatter but without enough meat on it to stick it proceeded to tumble down the rocks like a pinball. He didn’t have to glance back at the she-wolf to know her eyes were also fixed on the convulsing body’s trajectory. They both savored in watching its death throes, and Kyo noted that he was very aroused now. He hadn’t seen a female in many months, after all, and killing was just so cathartic. For now, his lowered shoulders blocked his crotch from her view, so that she couldn’t see the evidence of his pleasure.

When she ventured over to grab the corpse, she was not facing him for a moment and his hungry eyes consumed her body. He briefly considered sprinting toward her and attempting to forcibly mount her, but he wasn’t the type to recklessly assault a female wolf. A lone female, perhaps he could be carried away in the heat of the moment, but he knew nothing of her connections or of this pack yet and he wasn’t that stupid.

Oh but he did enjoy it rough. 

Kyo forced the thoughts from his mind and plopped himself down into a laying position as she tossed the body back into its den. This posture was mostly to hide his protrusion, but also to feel the friction of the ground on it and further dissuade it from lingering. His lids fell just a bit with the tension of restraining himself after such a display - leaving the fetid corpse in the canal of the den to be discovered someday by an unsuspecting visitor -- or even the mother herself! -- was such an artistic touch. But he pretended the tightened lids were all part of the casual smile of approval he gave her. “Quite a worthy use.. I daresay his brethren will not fly so high.”

The female approached him, closer this time now that they’d broken bodies together, but kept her distance and certainly remained far enough away that she could dodge any obvious attack and get off a good howl for backup. She went so far as to wrap her tail around her haunches, signaling she was likely spoken for, as he didn’t take her for the prudish sort. Kyo cursed inwardly, but showed nothing of his disappointment in his casual grin. Even though he’d known her for only a short time, he didn’t expect the male who’d claimed those haunches and that loyalty would be a pushover.

She raised a petite paw to her lips, favoring the blood with her pink tongue. When she spoke again, he noticed the giddy edge to her voice. Her composure seemed a bit relaxed, as well. Perhaps he could convince her to rendezvous with him outside of the pack boundaries - the male keeping her tail tucked around her legs would never have to know! He would wait and see if the opportunity presented itself.

“Now, there are matters to discuss. These lands belong to Goliath.”

His light grey eyes positively sparkled with mischief as he listened to her words, excited by the challenge they presented. "Goliath," a very imposing name indeed, Kyo wondered - did he live up to it? He also wondered if he detected a certain reverence in her voice that surpassed respect... Was it possible he’d stumbled upon one of the alpha’s very own mates? That could be a very interesting connection to have, indeed. He would tread carefully, and try to win her trust. He was glad he hadn’t attempted to mount her as she’d leaned down to grab the rabbit corpse earlier. Heh. “Well, mostly glad.” He admitted bitterly to himself as his crotch itched uncomfortably on the ground beneath him.

He’d enjoyed his emotional release, and now he would have to find himself a willing female before too long to meet his sexual need. But he would focus, for now, on gleaning as much information as possible from the things she said and the things she left unsaid.

“I am Datura of Kairos. May I ask, traveler, where you are intending to go within the realm of Kairos?”

And so she had a name, as did the owners of these lands. Datura. Mmmmm. And a realm, eh? Was their territory so vast, and their numbers so imposing? She spoke with pride, and had discovered his trespass in a relatively short amount of time. But it could be luck and a well-placed bluff. The fact that a pack had claimed this land was certainly no lie, but he was as yet undecided about their combined strength.

“I am called many things, but the one which I call myself is Kyo.” He spoke with a smirk. “I intend to go no further. Having accomplished my bit of fun, I will see myself out of these lands at your word. Datura.” He added her name as if it was an afterthought, but his devilish smirk and the glint in his eyes begged her to give him a reason to stay. “And please let it be of the physical variety.” he thought to himself, then dismissed the thought. Again. And for good, at least as far as their current encounter was concerned... unless he was even remotely encouraged by her following actions. He could feel that his loins had calmed enough to be presentable, so he stood up leisurely and turned as if to leave.

He looked over his shoulder to mention, somewhat sentimentally and with a warmth in his voice, “I thank you for the rare hospitality you've shown.” He did not move any further away as he awaited her response. She had the power to send him away, ask him to stay and converse a bit longer, or perhaps even to go find something else to torment. He would not impose, as he'd quickly surmised that a pestering approach would not break her composure and gain him anything but dismissal. Niceties were called for, with this one. 



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The alluring smell of the miniature corpses filled her ebony nostrils, whet her appetite, but she made no move to devour any of the grizzly tidbits that were formerly bennies. The stranger was visibly pleased by Datura’s participation in his bizarre pastime, an odd smile and half-lidded expression appearing as he spoke, baritone voice smooth as polished granite. ”A pointless existence,” the female commented with a snort, her snout pointed in the direction of the slain bunnies, mutilated and inanimate. Still, her eyes were fixed on the male, intent on his subtle movements. ”Born to die. But then, so are we, hm?” No pity, no emotion – it was a fact of life, even the tallest trees in the forest were not immune to death and decay. The lives of the bunnies had been so short, and so useless. They left nothing but a mouthful of meat and earth soaked in blood. In a few short months, the mother rabbit would have herself another litter, and the cycle began anew. Her babies would be only a memory in the back of her mind until the day came that she herself was killed, replaced by more of her kind. The supply was limitless, and their lives futile.

Once she found her seat before the brute, she hardly moved, but for the steady rise and fall of her pale chest. Sharp eyes never faltered, falling from the stone-gray orbs of the other to inspect the muscled curves of his forelegs. He kept his restraint. Smart wolf. But his indulgent expression was difficult to misconstrue. This one could be trouble – but for who? He was the sort of calculating soul, she imagined, that was better to have on your side than as an enemy.

She was not oblivious. She could see the way he was looking at her. The attention was gratifying, though Datura would never admit it aloud or even internally, for she had never been considered a beauty. She had never craved the attention of males before, and the she-wolf could not sate his appetite, for the timing was wrong, and she would not allow anyone less than her alpha to come to her when the pinnacle of her heat finally arrived. There would be more flesh, other girls to satisfy the carnal hungers Kyo sustained, as all males did. At least, Datura could not recall meeting a brute that would not main his own brother if it meant a moment of pleasure, to feel a female’s warmth beneath him, surrounding him. The thought had always been unpleasant to Datura, but the season had an affect on all of nature, from frozen rivers to raging hormones.

Her eyes still had not moved from Kyo’s form as he turned away, slowly, from the gory scene and the wolfess who had stumbled upon it. He was different looking, the black markings that traced along his spine in intricate markings, decorating his ruddy coat. The crimson hue of his fur seemed a fitting tribute to the male’s bloody nature, as if he was born with a warning for the world to see that he was trouble, even without being a lupine behemoth.

She did not move an inch, save for the flick of an auburn-tinted ear as she carefully considered her words, speaking with the careful calculation of an assassin. ”Kairos is a pack known for many things, but hospitality is not usually one of them,” she mentioned casually, casting the stranger a cool glance as he looked off into the distance – as if he had any idea which direction would lead him to the western border, which was the easiest to access. ”Joining a pack – a strong, relentless pack – can have its advantages.” She flashed a coy smile, eyes alight with her own clandestine mischief.

”But, for the present, why get worked up about trespassers? Tell me, Kyo, what brought you to this place? Certainly, there are tiny creatures for your amusement to be found in every nook of Anikira, from the highlands to the valleys and desert. Mere coincidence? Perhaps, or...” Head raised and chest strong, she carried herself with the air of nobility befitting the mate of an alpha, even though she was to be one of many lovers claimed that season. The promise of power was too great to resist, and naturally, the war needed every body that could be found for the front line. Her silky voice lowered an octave as she breathed the words. ”What is the purpose of your existence? What are you looking for?”

He lingered there – and she knew he would. Males were so predictable that way. Datura was not fooled by his farce, for even if he suppressed himself, she was too close to her heat for him to leave so effortlessly. If he remained respectful, she could use his lusts to her advantage with promises of what was awaiting him on the shores of Ina’mos. It was a tricky game, and Datura knew she had to play her cards right. She had not budged from the place she sat, the ivory tip of her bushy tail still settled securely at her paws to keep herself hidden. Still, she was not afraid of him. She had the upper paw here, the only wolf present with any semblance of authority and the ability to cast him out, or allow him the opportunity to align with an unstoppable pack. A place where he could use his talents, to make a name for himself

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”A pointless existence. Born to die. But then, so are we, hm?”

She spoke with a pitiless snort, and her fatalism took him by surprise and put him on edge. She seemed to make the point that, with a predetermined ending - why struggle? She argued for fate. Inevitability. It was comforting…... for those with limited imaginations. Limited ambitions.

"Anything that can happen will happen, so change your fate if you don’t like where you’re headed. Acceptence is rarely the only route.." Kyo considered these thoughts as he turned to face the female, narrowing his eyes. She regarded him with such… assurance. He met her confidence with suspicion. Her proud look made his stomach fill with bile and his throat tightened in the effort not to rebuke it. “Don’t pretend you know me” his posture screamed. Impetuous, sure. But he wouldn’t go gentle into that good night.

Had he fallen into her trap without noticing the bars locking into place? Had he misappropriated her actions to a shared taste? To what end would she pretend? Did she really want his mangy ass to join her troupe of misfits? No. She must be bluffing. Maybe she wanted him to pleasure her - here, now, rough. Did all females really fantasize about a roguish barbarian taking them in the dirt? Or up against something hard and - No. That was a thought colored of his own carnal desires.

He regarded her with caution, and perhaps a challenge, in his stance.

“Kairos is a pack known for many things, but hospitality is not usually one of them. Joining a pack – a strong, relentless pack – can have its advantages.”

She spoke casually, even mischievously. Like they were confidants. His lips curled away from his teeth as he plastered a sick, fake grin to his maw. He liked her, yes, and he appreciated her candor. But her…. he couldn’t place it. Her aura had shifted somehow. She’d gone from a partner in crime, to a police officer. She spoke of laws, of logic. Where was the fun in that?

Kyo gave her points for trying, of course. But the harder she tried the more he lost interest. “She’d get more points by fighting, killing. Or by flashing that rump.” He sneered inwardly. But he did not leave. Though he mocked her efforts, her angle, he considered it. Her lengthy diatribe of merits gave him plenty of time to consider the pros and cons. “Rage, rage against the dying of the light...” Kyo mused under his breath, listening to her make a case for joining her pack.

”But, for the present, why get worked up about trespassers? Tell me, Kyo, what brought you to this place? Certainly, there are tiny creatures for your amusement to be found in every nook of Anikira, from the highlands to the valleys and desert. Mere coincidence? Perhaps, or...What is the purpose of your existence? What are you looking for?”

Kyo’s throat tried to catch the laugh, but it exploded forth in a tumble of hysterical notes. He lowered his head, and his body shook with the unstoppable fit of giggles. He thought he’d calmed himself back into composure, and then he looked up at her - her head raised and oh so noble - and the attack overtook him once more, with a vengeance. It was so proper and serious and she’d even lowered her voice to sound all silky and sultry and - oh, my my - he couldn’t. He just couldn’t - this girl was way too much.

He bent down because his legs failed to support his shaking mass, and then he rolled onto his back because the mood overcame him. Kyo rolled on his back, bellowing a deep belly laugh into the air. He expected she might take offense, and was ready to defend himself from this position (being on his back was actually one of the best positions he could fight from against one of similar or slightly smaller size). But the thoughts of self preservation did not taint his fun.

When he could hardly breath, he rolled back onto his stomach. He caught his breath enough to attempt a response.

“Could you - ahcchh” he was taken by another fit of giggles. “Could you repeat the questioncshkktht-” another laugh exploded forth from between his gritted teeth.

"Wait, wait, wait - did you" Kyo took a deep breath "My purpose?! Datura... doll...." He grinned devilishly at her, tears of laughter glinting in his squeezed eyes, "C'mon.. At least catch me dinner first." 

He wasn't misogynistic. Honestly, he wasn't. His reaction didn't come from a place of disrespect for her, but rather a deeply seated narcissism for himself. Why did he need just one purpose? He could do whatever the hell he wanted to do! 

Kyo was on his stomach already, so he thrust his rump up into the air and balanced on his lowered front legs like springs, swaying just slightly up and down. "I'm interested only in wrestling with you, Datura. Can I, please, just let me nibble your ear - darling!"


{ooc: if you want her to attack him, I will edit the post to not include him rolling over and speaking hehe. he does deserve a firm disciplining, at some point, from someone. 

tag: @datura}

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Kyo, Datura herself, every animal on the island – even the most delusional creatures were not immune to death. It was the one sure thing in life, no matter how much a mortal laughed in its face. The trick was staving off the inevitable for as long as possible. Datura was not philosophical about many things in life. Pragmatic by nature, she sought the creation of a legacy within a pack that gained new members with every new moon. Once each of them was dead and gone, did it matter whether anyone remembered their names or not? Some were content with existing without a purpose, a petty and unplanned future. Kyo, it seemed, was not terribly concerned about anything beyond killing the defenseless and vulnerable for shits and giggles. Datura was different. Even after the unavoidable grasp of death claimed her diminutive body, her influence would remain for generations to come on the shores of Anikira.

Her lips pursed and a single ear twitched, the only visibly sign of her irritation as she watched him laughing hysterically, dropping to the ground. The sight brought her back to a different time and place – the mainland of Africa that had once been her home, and the filthy hyenas that littered the savannah like common trash. They were brutish beasts, and not in the way that appealed the Datura’s savage sensibilities. The interest that once lingered in her posture and the spark in her eyes was lost. Unfortunate, for it was so rare to meet a likeminded individual instead of a squeamish or emotional fool, or worse yet, the intolerable and under-sexed male he had revealed himself to be. Datura had met few specimens that thought outside of the usual male mentality: Fuck, fight, or flee.

Datura almost envied the simplicity of an existence dedicated to wasting time, a life without purpose. It seemed much easier than the mission she pursued. But then, the solemn she-wolf was not looking for the easy route. She was looking for immortality.

With some restraint, Datura mustered a tense smile instead of laughing aloud at the antics of the loner as he bobbed comically in the dust, like he was trying to satisfy himself with the ground beneath him. She was not a female who held her tongue. ”If all you are looking for is an easy screw and easy little things that are unable to run away, you may have better luck across the next pack’s border,” she said with the subtle nod toward the south where the exclusively female pack called Valyn claimed the jungle lands.

Her stiff form did not budge an inch save for a slight nod of the head, muscles tensed beneath her mottled pelt and prepared to fight if the male was feeling especially manic. ”I had hoped you were more than the usual, but I think I can survive despite the great disappoint I feel as we part ways, dear Kyo. May your life be long, as well as meaningless.”

If she saw him again, it would be in the fellowship of Kairos, or not at all. It mattered not to Datura whether he sought out the pack or moved on to lesser efforts.

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tag: @kyo
ooc: sorry for the wait,
muse was not cooperating. >.<