Getting Away [[Joaquin]]

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Crouse-2---MIDDLE.png] Frustration would be the accurate word to describe what emotion was flowing through my body at the moment. I didn't exactly know why, either, but now I was trudging beside the stream that had once tinkled playfully, heading upstream. Traum was now being gripped by a winter, colder than the previous ones I had personally experienced. Though this weather should have uplifted my spirits and the frozen waters should have fascinated me, I could not bring myself out of this kick. My solution to this was to get the hell away from the main camp, and that was precisely what I was doing. Jesse and Netyri were still asleep, as were a few other members of our group. Even if those two hellions awoke, I'd installed enough fear into the both of them that they wouldn't dare try to do anything stupid. I was having myself some quality alone time for a little while were I could brood as much as I pleased. I turned slightly in my walking, heading into the forest and away from the stream that no longer moved, since it was frozen. Though it was far past daybreak, I could not spot the sun, for the cloud cover was far too thick. It was a day that looked like snow, and since I absolutely loved the stuff, I hoped it would. For now, though, I brushed my way roughly past the half dead plants, not caring that they scraped against my fur. I wasn't so prissy that I had to have my creamy coat groomed at all times, and if it got ruffled up, then who cared. I sighed heavily, continuing to mill about. I had no particular place to go in mind, and I was just walking until the strange stress had lifted off my shoulders. Walking tended to do me a lot of good, as did time to myself. I wouldn't get much of that said time, but that may just be a good thing. ooc:// Icky post. D: I don't feel too great emotionally, but hopefully this'll get better. ^^ This thread is specifically for Joaquin!

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Joaquin-2---MIDDLE.png] Fantastic. I was pregnant. What was I supposed to do now? The war was coming soon. I couldn't fight like this. Not only would I potentially harm the little brood in my stomach, which honestly I didn't care a whole lot about anyways, but come on, this was going to slow me down in the war! The reason I was so good at fighting was because of my lithe, lanky body and my ability to twist and turn around my enemies. With this bulge in my belly, I wasn't going to have any of that. I mean, even just forgetting about the health of my babies! This sucked. Then, there was another thought. Crouse. What would he think? Would he want children? How many were there even going to be? I wasn't showing too badly now, but I sure was gaining weight. I felt sick to my stomach and I was having horrible mood swings, not to mention it was supposed to be that time of season when Crouse was all over me, but nothing had been happening. Not one little speck of being in heat. No sirree. Fuck, I was pregnant. My long lengthy legs pulled me through the dead brush. Everything was so gross out here now, without the snow on the ground and the cold chill rattling everyone's bones. It was ugly and colorless, which only worsened my mood. Add the fact that the Revolt wasn't doing shit just completely made my day. Netyri and Jesse could have easily escaped by now, and did anyone care? Oh, who knew. Crouse was supposed to be watching them, but it was starting to kind of piss me off; Seshafi had kidnapped them. It wasn't our idea, so why were we the ones that had to watch 'em? Shouldn't she be the one babysitting them, since this was her idea anyways? As grateful as I was for Seshafi, lately she had really been making me mad. She was supposed to be our leader. She was supposed to be the commander of this group, and now Crouse and Alejandro were taking control because Seshafi was off doing whatever the hell she wanted. I sighed heavily, my frosty mint eyes staring straight ahead as I walked through the trees. If I wasn't so pissed and slightly delusional, I would have thought my stomach was swaying and jiggling a little bit. But right now I didn't give a damn. I was too pissed. But did anyone ever care if Joaquin was pissed? Oh, of course not. Soon I had scented my little baby daddy. I groaned quietly to myself, taking a withering look down at my stomach. Christ. Damn you, Crouse. Damn you. But then again, I couldn't really bring myself to be mad at him. Ain't his fault. Whatever. "Crouse?" I asked to the open wind. Anyone here? Maybe it was just a lingering trail. Maybe this all was just a dead end.

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Crouse-2---MIDDLE.png] I wasn't sure how long I'd been absently milling about, and then suddenly something caught my attention. Unlike the rest of my body, my ears were glazed with a tan color, and they suddenly stood to attention. Had someone called my name? My eyes, which were each a different color than the other, scanned the forest from my left to the right. Then I slowly turned around, scanning the barren (it wasn't literally barren, but it looked bleak, so I applied both words) area behind me. Deciding that I wasn't crazy, even if I felt that way sometimes, I sighed and slowly started making my way back. I figured that whoever it was had been behind me, because that way they'd have caught my scent. I didn't know anyone had followed me, and that kind of got on my nerves but hey, what can you do. There came a point where it crossed my mind that I'd just been hearing things, and I should just turn back around and go about my brooding business. But right when I thought about giving up, I suddenly saw a flash of green, something that was not so radient in these winter months. I knew exactly who the caller had been, and there was no turning back now. She had probably spotted me already, anyway. In all honest, if it had to be anybody, I suppose that I'd rather it be Joaquin, my lover. I caught the expression on her face, though, and while usually I would be wary, I decided that that was how I felt. Oh, she was just as pissed as I was. The question was, about what? It could be about nothing, just like me, because she was a chick and had that wierd monthly thing or whatever. It was that reason that I was glad I wasn't a girl. I wasn't sure what to do, and that was strange for me. I was already in a pissy mood, and she was too, so I wasn't sure if I could properly deal with her if she snapped at me when I tried to comfort her. I couldn't just stand there, though, so I pushed my way through the bushes until I was standing face to face with her. "Hey baby," I murmured, relatively quiet for once. "What's wrong with you?" I touched my nose tenderly to hers, hoping she was alright.

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Joaquin-2---MIDDLE.png] As I swung around the last couple trees into the clearing I had suspected Crouse to be-- the new daddy of my babies-- I heard his voice, saw his cream coat, and saw his bicolored eyes. I sighed with relief, exhaling and walking over towards him. He touched his nose to mine and I gave him a nervous smile. My body was shaking, shaking so badly. I didn't think I had ever been more scared in my life. What was I doing? I was only three years old and I was having babies. What the fuck was I thinking, what the fuck was I thinking. "Hey baby," The shivers in my spine flew right through, electrocuting every limb and nerve of my body. How was I going to tell him this? I couldn't keep it in forever, obviously, within a month and a half he's going to have puppies gnawing on his feet. Unless I ran away. I could always run away. That wasn't such a bad idea. Or, Joaquin, you could just spit it out? I sighed deeply. Then again. And then for a third time. "Crouse, umm..." I bit down on my lip, looking into the forest next to me. I couldn't look him in the eye. He would be so pissed, he'd be furious with me. But I couldn't do anything about it now. "What's wrong with you?" That's when he touched my nose, a comforting touch that relaxed me at least a little bit. I kneaded my feet into the ground, tail tucking under my legs for the first time in years. Usually it was curled high over my curvy waist, but not today. And if Crouse left, maybe never again. "Well, you see... I kind of have this problem, and I'm not sure if you're going to be mad and I almost don't want to tell you because if you're mad I'm going to be super upset but I don't want to leave you in the dark because that's not good but I also am really afraid and I-" I was cut short when I vomited all over his feet.

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/CrouseMIDDLE.png] I didn't notice that something was terribly up with her at first. I just saw the irritation flaring in her striking eyes, and Joaquin being irritated was nothing new. She could just be having hormonal issues because she was a chick, and nothing more. So I was blowing it off at first, but then I noticed something I'd never seen on Joaquin before; her tail was down, and what's more, it was pressing against her lighter colored belly. Never had I seen Joaquin's tail any other place than over her hips (unless she was sleeping or something like that). Something had to be wrong, and once I saw that, my worry-meter shot up. I could see the hesitation written all over her face; she started once, though she trailed off right after she said my name. I wanted her to spit out whatever problem she had to I could fix it; had someone done her wrong? Then I'd go beat their ass. That was my main solution. But what was wrong with her....Well, that I couldn't fix, and I would soon find out. I touched my nose to her cheek, my tongue gently lapping out to brush her white cheek. I was hoping to coax words out of her while reassuring her that she was fine. Just fine, because I was here. "Just say whatever you got on your mind, love." Finally she spoke, though she was flooding me with words, and I had a hard time keeping up. 'Well, you see... I kind of have this problem, and I'm not sure if you're going to be mad and I almost don't want to tell you because if you're mad I'm going to be super upset but I don't want to leave you in the dark because that's not good but I also am really afraid and I-' It was all this one big ass run on sentence, and she was just rambling. I didn't catch the point in any of it, and I was about to tell her to shut up and calm down when she cut off and vomited all over my front paws. Maybe a better lover would have continued to stand there and comforted the obviously sick girl, but I guess I'm not the better lover. I gave some kind of distressed noise as I leaped backward, trying to fling her stomach's former contents off my paws. "Ah shit, what the fuck?!" I exclaimed, my own irritated mood flaring up as I growled, my lips pulling up to show my teeth. I didn't mean to be angry with her, but hey, I'd just been thrown up on. "God that's fuckin' nasty," I said, my nose wrinkled in distaste, and as the smell wafted up to my nose. My stomach started rolling, and I wretched once, though nothing actually came up. I groaned, wishing that there was a soft fern nearby to wipe my paws on. No such luck, though; I'd have to make do with side stepping and wiping my stained paws on the dirt. Once creamy white, my fore paws were a lovely brown color. I didn't mind being dirty, but this crossed the line. "Are you upset about being sick or something? Geez, it's probably just a stomach bug or something. You didn't eat grass before coming here, did you?" I wondered if she did that on purpose, and something in my look gave that thought away. She was probably still holding that grudge she had from me going off and screwing Twilight Heaven; women never dropped their grudges. I'd learned that very quickly. But as I considered again, looking over her body with her dark tail tucked pitifully between her stilt-like legs, I knew that she wouldn't be making a big deal out of being sick. No, not Joaquin. I knew her too well, though it frustrated me that I didn't know what was wrong. I continued to absently wipe at my paws, though that did nothing more than coat them with another layer of dirt.

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Joaquin-2---MIDDLE.png] "Just say whatever you got on your mind, love." I shook my head once as I bit back the bile that was threatening to pour out from my mouth. And that's when I started rambling, on and on, the vomit threatening to spew from my throat, and I fell to the ground helplessly, shaking in whimpers as I let loose the contents of my stomach onto Crouse's creamy white feet. I felt horrible. I had just puked on him, and this wasn't going to make anything any better. For the first time in my life I felt completely vulnerable, alone and helpless. Crouse wasn't exactly the nice guy, and he was just as vain as I was. When he started cussing and shouting I pressed my forehead against the dirt, eyes squeezed shut as I curled up into a little ball. Oh, nothing was going right. God that's fuckin' nasty, I nodded slowly, tear tracks shining as I moved my head. I couldn't say anything. Are you upset about being sick or something? Geez, it's probably just a stomach bug or something. You didn't eat grass before coming here, did you? I looked up at him, ready to snarl, but gave up and put my head back down and put my paws over my nose. "No, I didn't fucking eat grass, and that's not what's... wrong.. I..." Was this actually wrong? Babies were cute, but this definitely wasn't the time. "I... I'm preg-.... nant." I sobbed out. Ooc; Poor Quinny :c

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/CrouseMIDDLE.png] She collapsed on the ground, apparently too weak to fucking hold herself up. While that did strike a nerve in me, because I honestly did love and care for her, I was still riding that wave of anger. It was passing, though, so I was able to watch with a sympathetic attitude as tears streamed freely out of her eyes. Ah, shit. I'd just made it worse, too. Way to go, Crouse. When I suggested that she'd done this on purpose--which was incredibly stupid of me--she glanced up at me with a glare that would have knocked me dead if she'd been gifted in that way. I prepared to hear shrieks of her own, but I was astonished when nothing ripped from her throat. She tucked her nose under her paws, such a pitiful gesture that pulled tightly at my heartstrings. Oh shit. Some shit must be going down, because never does Joaquin act like this. Never. 'No, I didn't fucking eat grass, and that's not what's... wrong.. I...' I wanted to tell her to spit it out, but I hadn't been very good with words; that much had been obvious. Instead I sidestepped around so that I would be approaching her from the side, and not where her spew had reached, and I walked forward. I touched my nose hesitantly to her ear, not sure if she wanted to be touched, but I was trying. 'I... I'm preg-.... nant.' The blood drained completely from my face. My tender nuzzling motions stopped at once, and I felt as if I were hanging high in the air, about to plunge down to the rocky ground below. Had I heard that right? Currently nothing was being said; I literally heard nothing other than her ragged sobs. On this cold day, not many creatures were stirring. She was....PREGNANT?! Oh. My. God. I took one step back from her, my haunches sagging down because I felt as if I had been slapped in the face. Now, whether or not that slap was a good thing....Well shit, I couldn't tell. I was flailing about in my own world, trying desperately to cope with this totally unexpected news. "You're--you're--" I choked this out, not being able to form a proper question. I was absolutely taken aback. Me? A father?! Oh hell no. No no no no no. Not me. Not now. Maybe one day because I was too proud to not spread my seed. But NOW?! Shit. "You're pregnant." I said this as a statement, my voice quiet as my eyes stared out into the far distance, looking at nothing, nothing at all. "You're pregnant. Oh my God. When did that happen?" But I didn't really need an answer to that, because I knew. The memory of a dark beach and the sexy Latino sprawled on those sands provided the answer. Then I was struck with the pitiful condition of Joaquin herself, reminding me how selfish I might be appearing. "Oh, um, are you okay?" The way I said it made it seemed like an afterthought, and my ears twitched uncomfortably. ooc:// Jerkfaceeeee. :K