lady and the tramp

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Daithi Dáire

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Black Widow Warlord Prince Healer
  • Played By: Jones

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lady and the tramp
« on: January 05, 2019, 12:05:04 PM »

Morning dew clung to the soft webbed skin between Daithi’s toe pads. Nose in the tall grass he rolled over onto his back with a noisy exhale. Too content to sound like a whine. Not long enough to be a bark. At the end his jaw snapped just and he viewed the world upside down a moment. There was less color to assault his senses in this form. The sky varying strengths of gold with white streaks throughout.. None of the reds or pinks or violets that greeted his human eyes.

And also none of the expectation.

No one cared that the strange shaggy dog rose up from behind an old barn. As long as he kept other wolves away and didn’t leave evidence that he’d been eating the chickens, the farmer did not mind his being there. So he masked his scent by kicking dirt onto the roll of rope he had been sleeping on for warmth then set off.

Stomach tight with hunger he trotted into the rolling pasture lands separating the farm from the nearby city. Rabbits were easily had there. And if he stayed Wolf until they had digested he wouldn’t feel sick after eating them raw.

That was how he found her. Nose turning up from a bloody carcase. Bones crunching between his teeth. Muzzle licked clean so the zinc of his prey’s life did not distract from the scent he had caught. It pulled at him subtly. Probes reading the smell as it came through his nose. Queen. That she was female and relatively alone was enough to attract him. Her caste made him fall into a lope at her side.

Silent, he did not even look up at the queen. She ran, but not in the way of someone being chased. It was a pleasure run, and Daw liked to run for pleasure too. So he followed. Shoulder at her knee. Wide paws gripping every change in the terrain. Tail held tall and proud. He liked the gait of her strong legs. That she kept going even when her guards stopped to pant, hands on their knees. Barking his amusement at them he did a fast lap around her controlled jog. Then fell into stride again. If she asked he would speak, he decided.

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #1 on: January 05, 2019, 12:39:08 PM »

Breakfast served in the dark. Coffee done to perfection, a little swirl of cream creating a heart in the center of the mug. The chill just creeping into the air meaning there was a cinnamon stick dipped into the dark warmth, held aside by her thumb while she drank. Scones thick with cream and stuffed with fruit. Not what many would find a proper breakfast, but it filled her belly and fueled her body. Sugar and flour and cream. Coffee that warmed without scalding.

Lips wiped clean on a crisp ivory triangle, and then she was gone. Into the garden and out of the gate. City left behind in steady strides. A half dozen men behind and before her until they reached the open places. The Iris set the pace. Punishing in its unwavering steadiness. She never slowed, heart a drum in her chest that only knew one beat. Dew gathering on her pants, wicked away by the wind of her passage.

Movement to clear the mind and strengthen the blood. To keep her calm in stone and plaster walls. To keep her still when she felt the urge to pace. The twitch of energy emotion too dangerous to expose to those who watched. Here she could run freely, guards left behind. Bodies honed for battle and not the endless race toward freedom and peace. Knee brushed by a dark shoulder. Irisviel looked down. Body fading to smoke, jogging beside her with the easy lope of wild things.

She laughed. He had to be kindred to come so near. Probes sensing darkness around him. A caste, or more. Iris did not pry, though skill could have made all of it plain to her, she was certain in her arrogance. He circled her, laughing as the last of the men gave up. Panting and moaning among themselves. None truly afraid for their lady. None of them had a Jewel to match her, Birthright or Descent.

The field gave way to tidy rows of trees. Irisviel sank her craft into the ground, reading it as she passed. Had it reached here too? Crossing already into Rosealaire. She worried. How soon before they called for her to burn these trees too? She still had no answers. But these trees were healthy, unlike her murdered orchards in the heart of the province. The reason so many thought she'd murdered the queen.

Here Irisviel slowed, fingers brushing the dark hair that circled the wolf's neck. She touched a trunk, breathing heavy in the silence. Not even a breeze to stir the weeping leaves. "There is no pleasure in some decisions, did you know?" Of course he did not. Blood, but beast. Sighing, Iris drew damp hair from her face, tying it back with ribbon she pulled from no where. "Burn them. Save them. Watch my people riot or starve." She grimaced, fondling an ear. "You are far from any wild place, prince." So few places of true wilderness left in Little Terreille. They had tamed nearly all their land wild the people grew more feral.

Daithi Dáire

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  • Black Widow Warlord Prince Healer
  • Played By: Jones

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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #2 on: January 05, 2019, 01:13:04 PM »

From tall grass to tidy orchards Daw followed the lady. Four paws moving in easy time. Tongue lolling out but body not yet tired. He traveled often, and very far. He could follow this queen to Dharo if that was how far she wanted to run. Of course it was not. This was her place. Her land. The knowledge seeped up from the ground as her power sank in. Pacing ahead he stopped to lick a stuck pebble from under a toenail then caught up again.

Slowing down the queen gave his fur a stroke. There was comfort, in the petting of canines. Comfort she seemed to need as she broke the quiet of their shared panting with words. Daithi leaned into her leg. Listening with yellow eyes turned up. Words that dragged a soft whine from deep in his throat.Broad head bobbing he huffed breath over the queen’s fingers. Yes. Daithi knew.

There was a darkness in her psyche that prompted Daithi to use the darker of his Jewels. Reaching to see if she answered, a Sapphire thread ready if she could not hear. Once or twice he had heard about the queen, he thought this queen, but there were so many with Dark Jewels in Little Terreille. She could have been any number of them. This one was his favorite for this place though. He decided then. Tongue testing her fingers when they had finished with his ears. Finding a hint of sweet jelly lingered under her nails. *Daithi is with the queen. She is wild.* He told her quietly.

When she did not topple over at his speaking Daithi flitted a probe and pressed his nose to the Good Place. There where her thighs met and the smell was strong. Woman. It made him remember he was a man on occasion. Not now though, he did not need to be. His tongue lapped but only at the air around her body. He did not touch her with it this time. Too excited by the information his nose and psyche drew in. Queen and Black Widow. Twisting in a circle he stood close and tried to bury his nose there again. Opening up his own thread to brim with the potency of their shared caste. A whimper for attention as his head rubbed on her knee. Wasn’t he a good boy, Queen? Was she very pleased they were alike?

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #3 on: January 05, 2019, 01:54:04 PM »

He was no dog, Irisviel was sure of that. His pelt was too thick, his face too narrow. Not at all like a hound or the shorter, but just a thickly coated dogs they used for sheep. Nothing at all like the Glacia emissary she had hosted. A wolf, he had to be, never mind that he leaned against her legs like a dog looking for pets. She had seen it before, though never had experienced it, having never owned a dog of her own.

He looked at her with eyes she had seen on no beast. As if he listened and did not just hear her. He whined, breath hot on her fingers as his head bobbed. Iris smiled, one eyebrow curling upward. He stroked his ear, and accepted his tongue on her fingers when she finished. Probe running along her barriers. Yes. More than just a beast. She had practice with the lutrani, and wove a thread to meet him. *Too wild some say.* Viewing her as more a rabid beast than they might him. Daithi. A strange name.

Irisviel laughed, hands catching his jaw and fur. ”Well met! Now, now.” She let him scent her, though, first barrier parting so he might know her Jewels and the dual castes she wore without shame. He licked the air around her, the tips of her fingers caught by the flick of his tongue as she let go of him. Their thread deepened. Gray to Gray, and Irisviel took the invitation to invade his barriers. Probes whisper soft and informative. His was a strange mixture. Black Widow and Warlord Prince she was used to. That Healer was some how fitted together with the other two was interesting.

”Not a second time.” Smile fierce as she directed his nose elsewhere with clever hands. She eased slowly onto the ground with him. Iris knew how to pet the hard edges of tempers away. And to ease the worries that ate at male hearts. Lets him roll into her lap if that was where he wished to be. Learning the shape of a wolf’s body and the texture of his fur. ”I did not know we had kindred wolves in Little Terreille. Or have you come from Glacia?” There seemed to he many such wolves moving across her border. Not all of them traveling on four legs.

Daithi Dáire

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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #4 on: January 05, 2019, 02:26:38 PM »

*I could eat them.* Daw offered her with a snort. Too wild. That was refreshing. In his experience women were meek, wanting fixing or protecting, hungry for luxury. Things that he could not give in either form. Wild was good. Wild thrived everywhere and needed no particular place. Flowers in sidewalk cracks. Birds of prey nesting on tall buildings. Little Terreille was a wounded land that was hungry for wild.

Through wolf ears her laugh was very pleasing. Probably with the other ears too. All the little nerves under his hackles tingled with the sound. As if it danced through his fur instead of her hands. Palms blocking his nose from settling too deeply in its destination. Mind working to bob around the blunt probes she sought him out with. Castes and Jewels given freely. The other Daithi hidden away. It could not serve her any better than this Daithi.

He liked the edges of her teeth when she turned his muzzle aside. *Everything is better the second time.* He challenged but dropped his head to her shoe instead. Rebuff too gentle to stir his temper. Feet had a strong smell too. Not so pleasing as the the Good Place did but an acceptable alternative. This time. Since they were new to one another. Maybe she would let him give a proper sniff later. When they were something more akin to friends.

And she did want to be friends. He could tell because she came into the short grass and dirt to meet his eye. Large body fitting into the gap of her thighs and arms he sniffed again. Throat, jaw, ear, and hair. Nose damp from is own tongue before he stuck it under her arm. She had good strong arms that traced the muscles on his sides and back. Question carefully picked apart so that he did not lie in the answering. *Not this time. But sometimes. Daithi can go any place where shadows fall.*

She was clever. It would be fun to take the chase to their barriers. Memories tucked away as fast as they rose up. He gave her hints to tease her interest. To make her stay a while. *You must have meat to have kindred. There is no place for deer to run, and rabbits are too few for making strong pups. They will not make homes here of their own accord.*

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #5 on: January 05, 2019, 04:46:10 PM »

Iris snorted too. He was clever. It probably should have worried her, but it did not. Easier to trust a male on four paws with a tail than it was to trust some that lived in her own house. She would never forget that it had been Magda’s closest companion who had murdered her. A man Iris had been escorted by herself. *I thank you, but many are still upset by such things.* Forgetting they were Blood. And the Blood were death.

She hummed thoughtfully, hair bobbing behind her head as she shook it. “I cannot agree.”[/b] Some thing could only be done once. Enjoyed to the fullest once. A thousand things better with each repetition, but not all. Either way, she was not letting him stuff his nose in her sex again. Once of that was plenty. Instead she went down to his level where they could get acquainted. It was strange to have him sniffing her shoes either.

It made Iris worry she had stepped in something she would rather have not. A quick check as she settled on the ground showed she had not. He sniffed her more thoroughly, nose damp. Always with the neck, like any warlord prince he had to bury himself against her pulse. But he sniffed her places human men did not. And made wet noises as he did so. She grunted as he thrust his nose under her arm, trying not to laugh at both the ridiculousness of it all, or the tickling.

*The shadows?* Iris questioned, distracted by memories that fled her peeking in. In Peregrine’s mind it had been a deluge. The force of his Jewel the only thing that held her captive. Here was the mind of another black widow, however. The caste as a whole trickier than most, Irisviel had found. Even mending their broken chalices was more difficult. They knew too well the twists and turns of a mind, or the Kingdom, and it altered them.

”And I doubt anyone would invite them.” Fearing for the safety of their herds from the hunger and skill of the kindred. ”Why come then?” She wondered, trying to pin his fleeing memories down. She could have spun a web to trap them, Iris was skilled at such things, but it seemed an ill choice if she was going to make friends of this furry prince and not enemies. So she let him tease her with glimpses instead. And shed his hair all over her clothing.

Daithi Dáire

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Black Widow Warlord Prince Healer
  • Played By: Jones

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    Dea al Mon Kaeleer
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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #6 on: January 05, 2019, 10:13:42 PM »

A different Daithi might have argued his point. This one did not. Simplicity was good. Arguments were best made with eyebrows that could scowl and fingers that could point. He did not want those things today. It made no difference if she agreed or did not agree. Once you had an experience, you could do the thing better the second time. Enjoy the subtle notes you had missed before. From excitement, or shock, or whatever emotion you suffered. If she did not think so, only she missed out.

No time to worry about what she missed, though. Queen gave fresh places to smell. Ones she did not seem to mind his nose going. Humor hinted at in the way she breathed. Was it funny? Probably. At least she did not scream. They did that sometimes. Even when he was a man, which was supposed to be the gentler of his forms.

*Shadows.* Daithi agreed. Mind wandering to the twist of mist and earth that made up the Twisted Kingdom. That was not the strangeness that plagued his heart or made him dangerous. He knew that. Something else was broken inside of Daw The Man. It brought his sister to mind.He thought maybe Queen saw before he buried it again. The sad question in Moira’s eyes. What was wrong with him?

Daithi did not know. Sometimes it was easy to be a man. Other times it hurt. Or worse, he hurt people. Always afraid he would not be able to fix them again.

Before he was tempted to run the Queen pet more. Digging hooks into his psyche as she explored. Making the game harder to play. Doubly so when he had to focus in and out. Words making him huff in amusement. *Would you?* None would invite the kindred wolf, or wish for their simple cousins. But none knew there was a third option. That Daithi did not think on at all. Answering her question with a mein of entertainment instead. *Because it is in between the place Daithi is going and the place he comes from.*

One corner of his lip rose to flash teeth. Wolves did not have friendly smiles so he did not hold it long. Wiggling closer instead because her hands slowed down. *Daithi is a danger to the pack when he is not himself. He goes away from them, then when he is better again he goes back. Over and over. This is an away time, Queen. You are strong. He can run with you a time if it pleases.*

Ears perking up at shuffling footsteps he looked down one of the long rows. Her men were not very far. Hovering back- from exhaustion or fear he did not know. Or care. *But only with Queen. They are too slow.* For a few more minutes he let her pick through his mind. Odds and ends of memories. People, places, wolves. The great tree shields of Dea Al Mon, and how he read the ground for shadows. When the sun was right, none should show through the barrier. If they did, then it was a weak spot. For small bodies to slip through. Daithi’s secret, shared with the queen that smelled like flowers in the sidewalk and apples that did not grow in tidy orchard rows.

Irisviel Crag

    Red to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #7 on: January 06, 2019, 09:13:33 AM »

Shadows. Irisviel understood those shadows very well. She sometimes spent days wandering the twisted paths, reading futures and possibilities in places she went to. But she never actually traveled the kingdom. She was always where she started when she returned, unless someone in her court moved her. They tucked her into bed sometimes.

*Shadows.* And a woman. Iris caught a flash of worried yellow eyes before it vanished, tucked away behind barriers she would not test. It was better if they gave. Sometimes the taking was painful, or deadly. She had stripped Jacques of his mind after Magda’s murder. Tearing away what she could. For Daithi she did not want that. Craftwork in the weave of her fingers so he would be calm.

It also did not do to upset such very large teeth when they had easy access to your throat.

”I share my house with the lutrani. They guard the Dark Gate here.” An answer without an answer. Some of the lutrani made very good courtiers. Others were pests and thieves. All were protected under Little Terrrillian law. Wolves were another matter. Laughing, Iris dug her nails into the fur of his chest, scratching. ”So I see.” Iris refrained from asking where he was going. If he wished to say, he would. Even with a human Blood it could be seen as a challenge, and Iris sensed nothing that need challenging in him.

He came farther into her lap, until she was all but covered in his body. She admired the odd way his color changed from nose to tail, from dark to light. ”I am always grateful for a running partner.” So far none of her court enjoyed it quite as much as she did, or for the same reasons. But they all took turns. Some, she knew, only trained for the chance to catch her. They both looked down the lane toward the sound of footsteps. The men waited, a silent command keeping them back.

”We will just have to be even faster than them. They become very upset when I leave on my own.” She grinned, much amused but respectful of their needs. They served, and Iris allowed them to. She liked having them around, caring for them, and letting them care for her. She drifted through his memories, checking as she went, for this danger he spoke. Subtle Grey power to read the strength of his chalice. She was no healer of the body, but the mind had always a hold on her.

*I can try too, when you return, to help ease this trouble of yours.*[/gray] She could send the movement returning to his body. The urge to go from this too tidy place. She rubbed his ear thoughtfully. *I forgot. I am Irisviel. If you ever have need to ask for me.* She tucked away the knowledge he gave her. Dea al Mon. It made her shiver. She had grown up with stories of that monstrous place. She had also ordered plenty of rapists left at their border for them to feast on. Too many. When would men learn?

She kissed the wolf between the ears. If only all males could be so simple. ”Go now. They are growing nervous, and they get stupid when they get nervous.” And sometimes she killed them. She rose, dusting fine hairs from her clothing and stroking his fur once more time, twisting away from his nose with a cackle before jogging back to her guards, who circled her like a pack around the weak.

Daithi Dáire

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Black Widow Warlord Prince Healer
  • Played By: Jones

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Re: lady and the tramp
« Reply #8 on: January 06, 2019, 12:37:16 PM »

Daithi rumbled. Half thoughtful half amused. Focused on the lanes and valley’s of his mind that Queen traveled. *Little water wolves, the lutrani.* They met sometimes in the course of his travels. Not often, and not the group she spoke of. As far and wide as he chose to go it had never entered his mind to see the other Realm. Home was a tricky enough place to return to. He would not risk adding Dark Gates to the challenge. [*Except that the lutrani do not eat farmers goats. Teeth too small.*

None of the An Corithe were unaware of the sordid past man and wolf shared. To some they were a very natural fear. To others they were the root of dog, man’s best friend as the saying goes. Because he was both, man and wolf, he understood that fear and that loyalty uniquely.

*Then Daithi will run with you again.* He said, as if they had made a pact or settled on some important agreement. Like a spider on a web he returned Queen’s exploration very subtly. Not overly curious of queen-things. But what he did gleam did not surprise him any. Running was sometimes chasing. Not an unusual way with some females. The antlered ones enjoyed it too, being chased down. As did the pack women before mating. It made sense a wild hearted queen needed caught too.

Maybe when the running turned to chasing he would try his luck. Those were thoughts for a Daithi he had buried from the Queen’s probing. He pushed them swiftly away again. Muzzle brushing her jaw as he listened to the pleasing hum of her voice. *You will not be alone. Daithi is strong. And very fast. Faster than you even.* He taunted lightly. Sure it was true on four legs or two. There was no doubt that they could pull ahead of her guards again.

*Ah.* standing Daithi pivoted his ears while he considered the right words. *You may try. But the trouble is ugly, and deep. Not Widow’s work. Maybe Daithi cannot be fixed.* He did not want to wound her pride. Black Widows, he knew intimately, liked to think that nothing was beyond their skill. Perhaps Queen could find something with her Jewel that others could not. At least, in the looking, he was unlikely to crush her psyche. A mistake that had made the pack stop digging.

Irisviel did not. Cunning with her Craftwork so that Daithi had to keep her away from the secrets of his people. They told, sometimes, the queens they served but it was a very rarely done thing. Mostly between a man and woman. Mating outside of the race forgiven when a queen was involved. Hoping it might bring the caste back among their people.

They would see, together, how the thing unfolded. Minds carefully extracted from one another Daithi gave another snort that was a laugh along their spear to distaff thread. *Men are always stupid, lady. That is the real burden of being a woman, I have been told.* By sisters and cousins. So many of who were gone now. Beyond his reach or skill to fix.

Before he left her Daithi rolled in the grass. Rubbing away the scent of queen from his fur. Yellow eyes tracking every move as she stood. A playful wiggle of his body before he tried to bump his nose back in the Good Place. They both laughed when she danced away. A short bark on the air at her back as Daithi turned in the opposite direction. He was still hungry. There was hunting to do. And a lake to play in.

In the morning he waited outside her garden wall. Escorting her back when she had finished. All the way to the wall but not inside. The day after he did it again. Several in a row before he left for a week to check distance friends for health and safety. Then he was back. Waiting by the gate as the sun rose. Trusting enough in Irisviel to follow into the garden a little while. But not yet into the house.
 

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