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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/2-2.png] She wasn't supposed to be here, outside the Order lands. Her mother and father would have her hide if they knew she'd slipped out of the lands without telling them. Not that they would have let her anyway, they were a bit strict when it came to keeping them safe, which meant they had to stay in their territory at all times. But who was to know what family she belonged to? She could always lie couldn't she? Yes, but it wasn't something she enjoyed doing, not in the least. In any case, she was here now, close to the pack borders, just in case. The sun had risen hours ago, and for once, it was absent of thick gray clouds. It had been snowing pretty much since she could remember, but now the sun was high and fairly warm despite the snow that littered the ground all around. Its warm golden rays lit up the warm, setting the world on fire with light. The snow was bright and pale, sparkling like little diamonds if the suns light hit it just right. It was at least high noon and though the wind held a soft chill on the air, it was warmer than the days past. Katya had grown considerably since the birth of their horde, and though she was not the largest of her siblings she was no runt either. She looked like a feminine version of her father, Dragunov Solokov. Her coat was pale white, matching the color of the snow with ease, allowing her still considerably small form to blend into the frozen land around her. Despite the mixed blood that ran through her veins she looked the part of a Russian wolf, if just a little taller and leaner. Her eyes were a startling cobalt blue, like dark sapphires glinting in the light of the sun. They were darker than her fathers, but that was only due top the fact her mother had dark eyes. Yet in her face they were vibrant, startling and almost beautifully eerie. The color was solid, unhindered by any color darker or lighter than the solitary color. She lay in the snow, having dug out a small portion in which to fit her growing body. She was at an awkward age, growing fuller into her adult body, but still a child. She could have easily be considered a young teenager, at the age of six and a half months. Even still, at her young age, Katya was breathtaking. She was quickly growing into her feminine body, and her face was already more pretty than cute. It was however, a hard tie between the two depending on how she acted. She was getting smarter by the day, and it was becoming clear, at leas due to her brain, that she was her fathers daughter. Her smaller body fit perfectly in the hole she'd dug, and she blended completely with the white all around her. There was no discoloration in her coat, a perfect, startling white that made her all but invisible against the snow, save for those vibrant sapphire orbs that she possessed. Though the snow was cold under her belly, she had grown used to its harshness and it no longer stung her paws so fiercely as it had when she was little, with barely any thick fur to keep her warm. Lifting her head, her audits pricked forwards as her head turned towards the near but distant borders of the Orders lands. She was close enough to make a run for it, if her enemy wasn't faster than she was, and there was always someone patrolling, it would give her protection from anyone who decided she wasn't worthy to live. According to her father, none of the packs were to be outright feared, but caution was to be taken. The Order was above them all, it was righteous in it own right, and for now, she believed him. He was, after all her dad. She studied the trees across the field that would take her home, and she scowled at them, mumbling something about her siblings and them being irritating. Of course, it was only one in particular that irritated her. Volo. The little jerk. He was always making the others, such as Judas, feel like crap, and making them feel useless compared to his Holiness. She just wanted to smack that smirk off his maned wolf lips and shove his face in the snow, but she wasn't that stupid. As much as they butted heads she wouldn't outright try and hurt him, he was her brother, and he was, if anything, bigger than she was. Grumbling Katya shifted, turning her back on the Orders boundaries and peering out of her little crevice across the open, snow covered field. It was, if anything, completely and utterly barren of life save for her own. How boring. ((Kinda crappy, i am still getting into her character. i know how i want her to be as an adult, so its hard playing her young lol))

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Usually, I tend to lurk deeper in the forest. My entire shadowed canvas lurking in the depths of the shadows gone unaware. Stalking others as if I were some feline, stealthy an light on the paws. However for some odd reason unknown I took a different route today Ending up in a snow blanketed field. I could feel the cold fluff cutting into the pads of my paws. The numbness easily overpowering the bottom of my paws. That sick and twisted smirk remaining visible upon my own blackened lips. Lengthy ligaments moving in such a fluid motion. I had also seemed to be lurking about in an unusual time. I was a night owl, usually spent my days sleeping.. At this point I was a bit sleep deprived, missing out on my morning nap. The horrid, bright sun causing my own blackened pools to water and wince a bit. I grumbled a bit to myself as I continued to move through the snow. Shoulders moving in a smooth rhythm, crown carried a bit lower than usual, in quite the lazy manner.

Those appendages did not seem to stop, until that white ball of fluff lying within the snow came to view. Darkened optics rolling over the slender physique in a rather slow manner. That grin soon sneaking its way upon those darkened lips as I moved to wards the figure. It was a apparent that it could be labeled as a she. That sweet perfume like aroma she possessed carried into my cold black nostrils on the chilled breeze. but what really caught my attention was those deep pools, so full of life compared to my own hard, and empty ones. Her eyes were the most captivating against her silken alabaster coat. And my own tongue was sent to run along my jowls, as I cleared my throat. Soon enough my own deep voice boomed from my voice box.

"Well, ain't this just a picture perfect image? Aren't you cold doll? And has anyone ever told you, just how beautiful you are? Anyone could get lost in those eyes of yours."[/i]

My own canvas was so much more darker compared to hers. My empty pools soaking in her radiance. I moved closer to her, before coming to a halt not wishing to invade her personal space. It was easy to detect that she was young, but isn't that what we want? We want them young, we want to mold them into that perfect wench, and what better way to succumb them in than throwing compliments their way? The only difference was... Most youngeouns, they had that look of immaturity staining their faces.. This bella before me, why she carried a certain aire about her.

"Pardon the rudeness, dear. I am Damon. May have the pleasure of knowing your calling?"[/i]

After I spoke my name, I outstretched my left leg and bowed my dial so deep that my nose touched my own chest before locking my eyes upon hers once again. I guess we could say I'm quite the gentleman, eh?





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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/2-2.png] Pale auds whipped forwards, and her little body jumped visibly as the voice sounded. She blinked rapidly before her head jerked to the side and came to face the rather large brute. A touch of fear immediately hit her, causing her to sit up quickly, her posture almost stiffly straight. It was clear he'd startled her out of some sort of deep thought, one that had been deep enough for her to not have heard him, not even in the slightest. It seemed as if she was about to take off, to dart across the remainder of the field and back into the territory in which she belonged. The rogue lands were no place for a pup of the Order, they had more enemies that they realized, and she was, after all, a Solokov, spitting image of her father. Of all the pups, she was the one who looked more like her blood line than the others, a danger for her when the others could go unnoticed. Yet Katya held her ground despite the fact she was no match for this brute. He was huge, not quite as massive as her father, but then again she was still quite small, no match for anyone but another of her own age and or size. "Well, ain't this just a picture perfect image? Aren't you cold doll? And has anyone ever told you, just how beautiful you are? Anyone could get lost in those eyes of yours." Yet, for some reason, despite her own intelligence his words seemed to soothe, her, if just a little from her tense and near flight posture. It wasn't that his actual words were soothing, because, honestly, they weren't, but who would compliment anyone and then kill them? Surely only a lunatic, of course, she still didn't know if this guy was a lunatic, but if he was, he was surely a cute lunatic. Why was she even on that train of thought? No lunatic was cute! "Pardon the rudeness, dear. I am Damon. May have the pleasure of knowing your calling?" It was the next thing he did, however that caught her interest more than anything. He actually bowed. What kind of lunatic bowed to anyone? One that wasn't entirely sure where he stood in the world. One that wasn't exactly a leader either. At least, that was her opinion. It was what her father would have said, at least, sort of. She seemed to clean up some of the phrases he would normally say, though he wasn't actually ever not a gentleman, her father. She just wasn't as entirely blunt with her thoughts when it came to those who were weaker, though, still she could hardly say this wolf, Damon, was weak, he was huge! Her head tilted slightly as suspicion made her pretty blue eyes narrow considerably. What exactly did this guy want? Everyone did things to further their own agenda didn't they? Twilight usually did. She was usually sweet to them when they were around their father but as soon as he turned his back she was just plain foul. Of course she was trying to make their father notice her a little more, to climb the ranks from a mere soldier that he had left her as. She'd heard the anger in her half sisters voice, she was not at all, nice. Katya didn't like her, and usually avoided her at all costs, yet was Damon doing anything like Twilight? What would be the point in being nice to her anyway? She had no say in anything, she was but a child. ”My calling?” She questioned cautiously, watching him closely for any sign of change that she'd come to notice in Twilight. Her sister was the perfect actress, and though Katya herself wasn't that keen on becoming as such, she watched for it in others when they were around. ”My name is Katya.” she said, smirking slightly. She was proud of her name, and spoke it with the perfect amount of Russian accent that she'd picked up from her father when he said it. Though Judas often called her Kat, a watered down beginning to her name that sounded far more beautiful with the accent, she didn't allow many others to share his nickname. One thing She was smart enough to do, however, was stick with her first name. She'd learned from her papa, that if any of the pups met someone they didn't know to keep their last name to themselves, there were enemies who would kill a pup just because they were his flesh and blood, and she was so not ready to die. Though she knew she should get up and leave, there was something intriguing about Damon, something she couldn't entirely put her paw on. Not to mention, he was the first stranger she'd ever met. The saying “Don't talk to strangers.” that her mother had once told them rose in her mind, but for a moment, she didn't seem to give a damn. ”Those are some pretty compliments from someone I don't know in the slightest. And to answer, your first question. No, I'm not cold, the sun's out, its been a while since I've seen it and even if the snow beneath my stings a little, the day is farm warmer than the others I've seen. Besides, the little mounds block the wind.” She said with a smile before she allowed herself enough balls to actually lay back down. The wind may have been slight, but of all the things, it was what made any day, with or without sun, cold.

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It was almost instantly that the young fae jumped upwards, looking almost as if those pretty little eyes of hers would pop straight out of her sockets and roll aimlessly across the snow blanketed earth. Of course, I couldn't help but allow a low chuckle to rumble from deep within my chest, causing my rib cage to vibrate violently. I couldn't help but gain that Cheshire cat grin as I watched her frantically get back in a upright position. The whole outcome seemed a bit hysterical. Why would she not be in tune with her surroundings? That was no way to be in the rogue lands, that was a given. This was a dangerous place. And with something as stunning, even as young as she is, there is a load of sickos out there. I could be one of them that seek pray on the young. You would never tell. But to be caught so unaware, was such a shame. Tsk tsk. She looked like someone to me. But for the name of the devil I could not figure it out. My own dial cocked towards the side as I examined her closely. Who the hell did she remind me of? Ah, well, no need to ponder over that it'll come to me sooner or later. But the fact that I couldn't figure it out tugged at every fiber of my being.

I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe I stumbled across a mute since it remained rather.. well.. silent.. Just my luck. If they weren't blind or knocked up then they couldn't take. What next, a deaf bitch? A grumbled a bit beneath my breath, trailing off on my own odd train of thought. I would be one unlucky bastard if she were a mute.. Wait, no I wouldn't.. Cause no one would hear her scream if my through my bulk upon her own smaller version. How would she yell for help with my own lengthy ligaments latched around her waist? My teeth pulling at the back of her nape while she struggled to break free from my grasp. That charming grim once more took place over my blackened lips as I played out the entire scenario in my head.. Wait... First off, can mutes scream? I continued to study her closely. Int he eerie silence for a bit longer. Rather large, dark hued ears twitching a bit. That annoying sun still beating down against my canvas. Practically blinding me. See, this is why I travel at night! The moon doesn't have some sort of death wish for me like this damned sun does! I don't care what anyone says. That bugger can melt you!

Well, if I had an agenda to venture further into.. I didn't know it. I was just out and about looking for someone entertaining, that's all. Not like I had anything else to do, did I? I couldn't remember. I'm lacking in the sleep department so my brain really hates me right now. I'm surprised I ain't talking to myself. There again if she don't start talking soon I might as well be conversing with myself, right? Although calling myself beautiful might be just a tad awkward. Finally her sweet, yet cautious lyrics reached my auds, causing me to come to the realization that she was not a mute, and yes in fact she could scream.. Yes, she just extinguished my days plan right there in just two words. Her name soon reached those twin perks of mine, and I graced her with yet another smile of mine. My signature thing right there. Grinning like some fool was what I was good at. And it always seemed to work, no matter what the circumstances were. However I did detect that hint of Russian that rested on her words and it made me think of something else... Who else has that Russian tang to their words? This is surely going to urk me.

"Well Katya, 'tis a pleasure to meet you. M'dear."

As she continued to talk, I listened rather intentively. Allowing each word to process in my brain. Inhaling her sweet aroma just to store it in case I needed such a thing for later purposes. I couldn't help but chuckle as she went into intrigued detail about to days rather warm climate. The chilled breeze wasn't as rough as it usually was. which of course did cause the rays of sun to be a bit warmer. I shifted a bit on my own paws before lazily plopping down on the snow, causing it to shift beneath my own body mass. Of course I did this after she laid down. My entire bodice remained un tense. Muscles completely relaxed.

"Well dear, I only dish out compliments when they are truly deserved. And you do prove a rather, strong point there. The sun on my opinion can be a bit of a nuisance. So is this how you spend your days, dear? Just lying around. Shouldn't you be out venturing for something far more exciting?"

A chuckle escaped my voice box once more as I gazed around the terrain with my own lifeless optics.. It was a tad boring, just lying around. Hey, I might be older, but I still know how to have fun. I ain't a geezer yet. Now see my own lyrics possessed their own accented tone, although mine was no where near as fascinating as the Russian dialog. I possessed something more along the lines of Italian. Just think of scar face.

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/2-2.png] Katya watched as he laid down just moments after she had. She paused in getting comfortable, and quickly decided that if she was uncomfortable it might make her move a little more quickly if he decided to come after her. Yet she noticed how relaxed he was, having plopped down rather heavily to cause the snow all around him to be pushed out of the way. The snow itself wasn't that fresh, at least it had had a couple days to remain untouched, meaning the sun had frozen it just a little. She quickly noted that it meant he was pretty heavy as well as bulky, another indication that she was way out of her league. "Well dear, I only dish out compliments when they are truly deserved. And you do prove a rather, strong point there. The sun on my opinion can be a bit of a nuisance. So is this how you spend your days, dear? Just lying around. Shouldn't you be out venturing for something far more exciting?" Her head tilted at his words and she blinked rapidly, as if stunned or slightly startled by his question. Of course, she knew, he was right. She would have rather been picking through the free lands to find something of interest, but she was smart enough to be cautious. She wasn't supposed to even be here let alone outside of another order members watch. Her father was highly protective of his brood, and she belonged to said horde of pups. She wasn't his pride and joy, no, that was his royal highness, Volo, the little creep, but she was daddies little girl, at least, she liked to think so, she adored him, he was her idol, in a way, she just didn't know the full extent of all he'd done. ”Well, I would, but I'm not exactly supposed to be here.” She admitted and tore her eyes away from his gaze for a moment. She had a keen ear trained on him as she glanced around the wide open field, and its expanse of endless snow. Yeah, definitely not supposed to be here, in the open, unattended and helpless. The thought of being helpless had her eyes narrowing and darting back to him with suspicion. ”I spend most of my days trying to keep my brother from picking on our other siblings, he's kind of a jerk, and they wont stand up to him.” She said, cursing herself suddenly for giving away anything about their family. Quickly she pushed herself back up, trying, at least to give herself some height against his massive form. It was something her father might have done if he thought someone was trying to make themselves seem superior than him. He was indeed a big wolf, so he m,ay have just grinned and let them think highly of themselves when he knew better. She, however was tiny, and indeed weak, so she tried to give herself height. ”What is it to you that how I spend my time? Where are you from anyway? My father warned me about strangers, you could easily be one of his enemies, which means you might also be mine.” she stated glaring, however slightly, down at him as he stared at her. Katya was still young, but she knew well enough to appreciate a handsome face. Damon was indeed a handsome wolf, and his accent had a little shiver flowing down her spine, one she forced herself to hide. She wasn't going to look affected, in any way to his presence, she knew better, her father was teaching her better. Even still, he was quite the looker, and even she wasn't immune to the power he toyed with. He knew how to use it, but she was not even aware if the power he knew he had. A distant sound caught her attention, the slightest of sounds that had her ears flicking backwards behind her. It was most likely nothing, a bird, but for a moment, she wondered if someone knew she was there. That wasn't likely, her presence could be missed for a long period, at least, before someone tattled on her. Hopefully no one, even her siblings knew she was gone, but, now, she wondered if that was an entirely good thing. Leathery nose twitched as she allowed her ears to flick forwards again, focusing once more completely on Damon. His scent floated around her, filling her completely. She may be young, but he had a very enticing scent, at least to her he did. She wondered, suddenly what that meant. She also wondered if his scent carried with it his packs scent, if he belonged to one. If he was from any of the other packs, then she needed to get home, and fast, she wasn't about to deal with someone who might kill her. Though she had heard a mention of one group that was their allies, at least, a little, she wasn't sure the Order and the Revolt got along all that well, but they were aiding the other when the war arrived. She herself didn't like the odds, four against two? Or was that to change? She had heard of her fathers plans for one particular pack, but even she couldn't be sure. She was, after all, just a pup.

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I couldn't help but watch Katya closely, my own deep, dark pools never moving from her alabaster figure. She was so much different than me, in many ways. Those captivating eyes of hers, could have consumed me for hours on end, me not even realizing it. Her coat was so much lighter than my own. And compared to me, she was rather dainty. My complete opposite lay just feet away from me. Now, something did tell me deep down inside that she was rather young. But who was I to complain? The young are the best, you can always mold them into whatever you wished them to be. So gullible they were at a young age. Although she seemed a bit more mature then the ones I've seen running around that assumed they were all high and mighty. Cocky, not knowing exactly what web they were tangling themselves into. Katya on the other hand, remained wary, and allot more in tune with what was going on around her. Interesting she was.

I watched as she tilted her crown when I spoke, and I allowed another grin to take place of my lips. That questioning expression still visible upon my own furry face. Twin towers shifting slightly forward. Of course I was still going through hell trying to make out who exactly she reminded me of. It was a pit frustrating, but I couldn't seem to come up with it for the life of me. My own orbs rolled over her canvas once more, trying to make it out. And then those lyrics blessed my auds, her gaze turning from me, however my optics never once left her... She wasn't supposed to be here? Then where was she supposed to be? Now the questions came tumbling down, suffocating me. Taking over my own thoughts... But I never spoke a words. As her sharp gaze instantly found its way back to me, my own auds twitched as she continued to speak, causing my own invisible brow to raise in suspicion. There was more than one? Now she completely captured my attention, every little fiber of my being focused upon her, and finally my own words slipped past my ebony lips.

"Then, where are you supposed to be dear? No one will bother you out here. Not if I'm around anyway. I say that in the up most sincerity."

So, why wouldn't I let anything happen to her? I didn't know her from Adam. Oh, yes thats right. The whole gaining the trust routine. Now see, if I had known she was a part of the order and one of the Generals spawn things would be a little more complicated. Now see, I didn't know the General all that well, but I've heard stories and so around him I must admit, I'd tip toe. Sad ain't it? At this time, however I had no idea who she belonged to, or where she belonged. But I was rather determined to figure it out. And then once more I continued to speak.

"Well, you've torn away from your family duties for the day, I'm assuming. So why not make the best of it?"

Once more I offered her that playful trademark smile as I continued to watch her, finally tearing my gaze off her and looking around the open field slowly. As if I were just waiting for someone to come barreling out of the wood work. And then something stirred in the corner of my own eye, and I swiftly looked back to the dear that was scurrying back to her feet. Her next words, were rather sharp off her very tongue and caused me to wince. I to slowly, and rather nonchalantly brought myself back up to a sitting position. Looking into her rather glaring orbs before a laugh bellowed from deep within my throat. Causing my entire ribcage to shake violently. What she said clearly gave me all my answers.. The General was indeed her father. I suppose I need to start treading the ice rather carefully now. The only thing that truly gave it off was the enemy remark.. However the Revolt, we were allies to The Order, and that was not something I was planning on fucking up over one day.

"Calm down, doll. Was simply sparking conversation, that is all. I am a part of the Revolt. And believe me, while you are out of your terrain, nothing will come to wards you that seems to be a threat in my eyes."


Something about that look in her eyes, the way she fixed her enticing glare upon me, caused my own crown to slightly tilt to wards the left, one perk pressed foreword. That chilled breeze carried her sweet perfume swiftly to my snout, filling my nostrils every time I inhaled. That thick shadowy whip cord behind me, thumping slowly against the hardened snow.



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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/2-2.png] ”Oh crap...” She thought as he pushed himself up. He towered over her tiny body like a sky scraper, her own attempts to feel larger were easily dwarfed by his presence, which made her feel all the smaller and insignificant. She knew, by her fathers and mothers teachings that it wasn't size, though sometimes it helped, that really mattered. Just because one was small didn't mean they were weak, it was what they did with their size and the power they did possess that made them strong. Of course, they also mentioned that many smaller creatures didn't give a damn to try because someone was usually there to take care of them. Those wolves were weak. She wasn't weak, she was just small, and young, and barely trained... right? That didn't comfort her in the least. His words however, had her breath catching and her ears flicking back, startled. In all her mind she wouldn't have ever guessed he was part of the Revolt. All the wolves that lingered outside of the order were usually trying to figure out how to get in. she wondered suddenly if he had some business with the Order than her very presence was interrupting. She quickly shot that idea down however, because why would he be sitting here, with her, if he had more important things to do? That was a very good question, and one easily answered. If he had business, it wouldn't be wise to keep the Order waiting, so it was pretty clear, he had non but to keep her company, which, now that she knew where he was from, wasn't so bad. ”Really? So I don't have to go back yet? “ She asked hopefully. It was then, as she stared up at him, suddenly comfortable and far more at ease than even when she had been here by herself, that she gave him one of her own brilliant grins. She was smart enough to know that Damon 'protecting' her while she was out here was good for him. It would definitely spark points with her father. He would, however still be pretty pissed that she'd left the territory to begin with and that his own members hadn't noticed her absence, but that wasn't, at the moment, her problem. She'd deal with it when it came to pass. Katya moved out of the little dip in the earth she had created out of the snow. The wind was slight, barely touching through her coat. She was already showing signs of her Russian heritage, both in accent, however slight, and her thick coat. It was her built that was a tad different. She was leaner, a little taller, but still quite a dwarf in comparison to any adult. Now, out of her little hole, she was only just barely a paw size taller. Not at all much in comparison to his mass. It didn't seem to matter now, however, he wasn't an enemy, and for the moment, it was clear her guard was very well down. ”What do you suggest we do then? Hmm? I don't have very many family duties, but as you've said, I should make the best of it. What would you do in my situation?” She asked, a spark on interest and curiosity lighting up the vibrant blue of her eyes. She still had to peer up at him, her audits pricked, the perfect pose of a little temptress in training. She was just a little to close to him, almost enough for them to touch. However her actions, her own level of maturity was not quite that high. She didn't realize what she was doing, or that fact that her little tail flicking back and forth in a playful manner was as enticing as it was. Its movement was slow, but wiggled her backside. A sudden glint of mischief flashed across her vibrant cobalt eyes a moment before a soft feminine laugh, however devious, escaped her vocals. Within only a couple seconds after the sound had escaped her she lunged towards him, nipping his cheek before her body twisted away from him with an agility that was almost bizarre for even a wolf. Once her paws hit the packed snow she bounced away again till she was a good distance apart from him. She'd covered a length of distance away from him that would never allow a leap to cover it. A grin was on her face, her upper body lowered to the ground, front legs splayed as her rump and tail flagged itself in the air, like a banner of false surrender. ”Common' unless you don't know how to play. Other than protecting my brother and sister from our other siblings, this is what I do in my spare time. Of course, it would look rather silly if I was by myself.” she teased, letting out a playful growl as she kept her eyes on him, watching closely for any moment that would indicate him trying to come after her, which then she'd try and dodge. She was fast and smart, quick on her feet, but she had only ever sparred or played with her own siblings, nothing, or no one quite as large as Damon.

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Now, see I may be one large, bulky brute. But even sometimes I have to admit being large has its disadvantages. I remember when I was younger, a rather small female ended up whooping my ass, no problem. As humiliating as it sounds, even I learned the hard way to never underestimate someone by their size. That could cause you to make a rather painful mistake that leaves your snout buried in the dirt. I watched her closely as she tensed and then slowly begin to ease it, the smile never leaving my maw as I continued to watch her. Now that she had been sitting up, as well as me I noticed just how small she was. I knew she was young, but now I was trying to figure out just what I was getting my ass into.

I listened as her words escaped her lips, and it was almost instantly that my own answer flowed from my vocals. "Of course not doll." A loud rumble of a laugh caused my embodiment to shake a bit before it was cut off. I knew I would be doing the right thing by watching over the Fae, at least the General wont have me slain over that, would he? Hey, even if I did get my head chopped off, at least it was for a good cause, wasn't it? Oh boy.. Now I was starting to over think my motives... Was this really a good idea? Ah, fuck it I was always a smooth talker. I'm sure I'd be able to get out of it. And besides, what if it weren't me that stumbled along? What if it were someone from the Lucifer's, or one of the other packs. Then would we be the ending case? Hmm? Guess be being here was a good thing. In my opinion that is.

I watched as she moved from her little cub-by hole in the snow, now taking in her full features.. Hey she may not be a year, but I could always put my own imaginative twist onto what she'd look like when she hits a year, right? Yea, call me sick, call me a pedophile, I've heard it all. When she had asked what I would suggest I sat and thought for a minute.. She wouldn't near be into what I'd have in mind. What would I want to do at her age? That question was pretty mind boggling. I couldn't think back to when I was little, shit when I was young... I was just cocky and always getting my ass whooped by the older wolves. I could see that spark that shone in those breath taking eyes, and I sighed not coming up with anything right off the bat. She was so close to me, I could practically feel her body heat entwining with mine, and it was driving me nuts to say the least.

Now what she had done next completely astonished me. And had me a bit confused. Not only that but her little playful nip to my furry cheek and caused a rather distorted look to appear on my facade. As her bodice twisted away from me, I didn't move. Well, I did jump a bit at first but then my entire carcass just went completely still. My own cranium tilting slightly to wards the left as I continued to watch her as she bounded away, still a distance off.. and she swung her body around. Her chest practically touching the snow, and that rump of hers high in the air. My cranium never moved from that curious head tilt of mine. Twin perks fully alert. What the hell was she doing?

Her teasing lyrics found their way to my ears, and I processed her words carefully. Still a little off track of the whole situation going on here... I didn't know what the hell to do. No, I didn't know how to play... And I was worried if I gave it a shot I may be a little to rough on the poor gal. Last thing I wanted to do was smother her, or maim her. Then I'd really be left for the vultures. My crown raised a bit as a low chuckle escaped my lab rums. Dark pools watching her hyped up figure.

"To be brutally honest.... I've never.. Well you see... I haven't mastered the... Oh screw it, I don't know how to play."

I was having difficulty explaining myself so instead I just sort of blurted it out. However my muscles had begun to twitch, I was tempted to go after the little temptress.. I hadn't even noticed my thick black tail pounding against the snowy earth,shifting the frozen snow beneath it. It had started to do that without my consent.



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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/2-2.png] "To be brutally honest.... I've never.. Well you see... I haven't mastered the... Oh screw it, I don't know how to play." Katya paused, her whole body falling into an unnatural stillness as she peered across the distance between them. Her little wolven brows had lifted, surprised at his sudden and quite unexpected confession. For a moment the truth of his words didn't exactly process correctly through her mind. She thought, for a moment, that he was actually joking with her, but the look in his eyes, the frustration, told her otherwise. Very slowly she pushed herself to stand, her vibrant eyes narrowed slightly as if unsure of what exactly to do. How did someone teach another being how to play? It was something every young creature did, at least, she thought they did. It was almost unheard of even in her group of odd family members. She mostly stayed with Irina and Judas and played with them for the other three were a frustration to her mind, to alike for her to deal with, to much like Volo. But they all still had their play times, they all knew how to move, how to bounce around and laugh while trying to catch the other. She was a little quick even if she wasn't as tall as some of her siblings, which allowed her to escape their little jaws, but they had their own abilities that made them good. ”You don't know how? Like, you've never done it?” she asked, her head tilted slightly as she moved back towards him. She watched him like she'd watch Volo, careful as if he was fibbing just to get her close enough to attack. She didn't honestly think Damon would, he was bigger than she was and could actually hurt her if he threw to much of his weight around. She stopped when she was close to him, listening to the soft thumping of his tail against the snowy earth. Her own swayed carefully behind her, almost as if she was suddenly unsure of just how happy or amused she was. It was, however, mostly due top the fact she didn't know how to explain playing with him. Sighing heavily she tilted her head, trying to think how she could explain it to him. Thing was, it wasn't something you could just explain, it was something one just did, like instinct. ”Well, I can't really explain playing, its not easy to explain, but its kinda like fighting, only, your not trying to kill the one your fighting with.” She said, her words slow, careful as if testing them as she said them. She hoped he could understand it, as she spoke of fighting, she only hoped her didn't end up biting her to hard or something. ”I guess you would use the same kind of stuff you use when fighting someone else, only, not as rough? And first, you gotta stand up, you can't do anything sitting down like that.” she said laughing before she moved closer and pushed him with her left shoulder. She used most of her strength merely to make him slightly move, trying to get him to stand up. When he finally got the hint she moved back, she peered up at him and smiled, her tail wagging just a little quicker, more sure of itself as she got him to stand. ”Me personally? I move a lot more, bouncing around so my brothers or sisters can't catch me. I'm a little faster than them, but they are all still pretty quick. Guess we get that from our mom. Playing is also kind of like hunting to, at least, its what I think. Kind of like a mixture of both, because it requires a lot of running sometimes. Me and Judas play tag, though I like to let him win, it makes him happy.” she said with a grin before she bounced back just a little out of reach and took up the position she had before, with her chest to the ground and her rump in the air. Smirking she made a sound similar to a bark, only higher pitched due to the fact she was quite young. ”Try it. Just jump after me, like you would when your gonna pounce on a rabbit. Of course, you gotta restrain yourself. I might not be a rabbit, but your still a little big, and I don't want to get squished.” she teased. Grinning she leap forwards, crossing the distance between them in a single leap before she nipped at his maw and then twisted, her whole body turned as if she were some type of cat before she bounced back into place and turned to face him, her laughter soft but filling the silence around them, almost as if she knew what he could do, even if he didn't know how, and was just waiting to see it in action.

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I must admit, that was probably about the most humiliating thing I had ever confessed too. Ever since I was a pup, it had been drilled into my cranium to fight. Never play, playing was not important in life. It was learning to defend ones self that should be instilled in them since birth, and that was how I was raced. Our terms of 'playing' had usually resulted in death. Oh brutally wounded.. I was almost sure by the look of her unmarked pelt that was not what she was wanting to do. Playing was rather different in both our terms. As she questioned me further I just sort of lowered my own dial, a bit ashamed at the fact I didn't know how. Rather embarassing, really.. Who would have thought someone so young could teach a old dog new tricks.

"Never, doll."

I mean, I guess playing around is what made one more skilled when growing older, I was never given that luxury. I skipped over the playful part and was forced into the reality of the real world, skipping clear over normal puppy hood. Perhaps now will be the day I turn back time, fixed what I missed. I wonder if its even fixable? Guess we will soon find out. As she moved to wards me, I tilted my cranium slightly towards the left in a goofy looking manner. Examining her closely. I knew if I was to rough, I could seriously hurt her, and the last thing I needed was Dragonuv on my ass about it. Now that would most certainly not be fun. It would be my hide. Then again, he probably wouldn't like the fact I'm out here romping around with his daughter. I know I would snap if I were in his paws. I looked around, sort of second guessing my motives, in a way I was waiting on Dragonuv to emerge from the wood works snarling, but luckily I didn't catch sight of him and so my attention went right back to her once more.

As she progessed into explaining how this playing act goes, I could help but raise a furry brow... Now what is the fun if your not killing? What would be the real purpose? I listened to her as she continued to explain these here rules you abide by while playing, and finally I got back onto all fours do to her help that is. I felt her warm furry shoulder helping me up, and once again a few more thoughts crossed my mind.. I had my own sexual desires that I wouldn't mind releasing and the fact that I had been so close to her for even but a moment brought those urges on. My tail uncontrolably swaying from side to side, although I didn't realize it. Slowly my whole back end began to sway from one side to the next, that was caused by that thick shadowy bunch of pelt. Twin perks fully alert to latch onto every word that rolled off her tounge. However I couldn't help but notice that she were talking to me in a more slow manner, as if I were dumb in a way which did force a chuckle to escape my lips. My own deep pools never left her rather vibrant, breath taking ones. Well now, if only she were a bit older... I wouldn't mind teaching her my version of fun.

As she leaped back and took on her original stance, I couldn't help but allow that laugh to rumble free of my blackened lips. Her rump now in the air once more, and that chest so close it was basically touching the frozen ground beneath our paws. Once that high pitched sound entered my lips I couldn't help but toss my cranium back laughing hysterically. "Why dear, what was that supposed to be?" Another laugh escaped my lips, as I lowered my own rather broad chest onto the ground after she had nipped once more at my maw, and boucned away rather bubbly. A low, playfulish grow emitted from my throat followed by a rather deep, yet short howl. My own ass end in the air, before my hind muscled tightentened, and then putting all my pressure on my back legs I springed foreward, although I did do my best not to land on her, instead I landed slightly to the right of her, nipping her hind end lightly before taking off, my own tail end tucked beneath me sort of as I bounded through the basically frozen snow.

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