A Little R&R [Taboo]

[NAHANI]

[bg=363538][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] It wasn't like he got much free time around here as it was. So when he did get some free time, he spent it far away of the company of wolves; in solitary. He went to the only place that hadn't been inhabited by the pack, where their stench couldn't be found. The crumbling village had once been a beautiful vista with well kept flowering gardens and fruitful trees. It had been an antique looking village with animals roaming the streets and small carts filled with goods pushed along the streets by old women in cute little bonnets. But now the streets were dead and many of the houses stood with their doors hanging open like silent screams. No animals roamed the streets and the flowering gardens were overgrown. But to Nahani, it was paradise. Nothing bothered him, his father didn't insult him or attack him and least of all, he could be free of his fucking worries and faults. He had been a normal sweet wolf when he had been born, taking care of his sister and respecting his mother. They had been a good family and were hardly ever disciplined. However, it all changed with his mother's new mate, a male named Tokala. He was an arrogant pig who took his mother's affection for granted. He tried to start a pack which resulted in his mother getting pregnant. Unfortunately, Nahani began to realize the male's disgusting nature when his sister came up to him one day and told him that she too, was pregnant by Tokala. Horrified, he wanted to tell his mother and chase the male from the pack but she pleaded to him to keep it a secret. As his sister, he respected her honor and kept quite. But the guilt followed him everyday since then. He woke up one wintery morning to find his sister gone. His mother had gone into labor that night and was off in her birthing den with Tokala keeping watch. He felt it was safe enough to go looking for her. He followed her scent through the woods and down a steep slope where the scent of blood hit him. Terrified for his sister, he ran to where the blood was and found that it was at least a day old and was puppy blood. As he grew closer to the stronger scent, he realized that all five pups lay mutilated in the snow, their tiny throats cut and their blood spilled out all over the snow. He found his sister's bloody paw prints and followed them. He found her, however, at the bottom of a ravine. She had thrown herself off and lay crumbled and motionless at the bottom. Devastated, he ran home to his mother only to find her pups slain and mutilated in their den with their mother's lifeless body protecting them. The scent of Tokala was all over them. Pissed and devastated, he went after Tokala, meaning to rip the male's throat out and let him die slowly but he underestimated the male. Tokala overpowered him and left him to die in the snow. His father had found him then and promised that if he went with him and trained with him, he would help him exact revenge one day. Now he was beginning to see that it would never happen. That Tank was selfish and only cared about himself. He hated the corruption that tainted his mind but he couldn't get rid of it. It was a like a parasitic leach that continued to suck away what was once the real Nahani. He had done a lot of things in his past he was ashamed of such as raping Chara and giving her a litter of pups he had refused to help raise. He didn't even know what they looked like or how many she had had. The sun broke out from behind some clouds and he sprawled out on his side, his nose and front paws dangling over a balcony of a second story porch. His orange pelt was perfect for sucking in the sun's warmth and warming him up. He wasn't afraid to admit that this was his favorite pass time but he didn't like the reputation that came with it; made him look soft and sweet. He liked his position in the pack and he liked the reputation that came with being Tank's son. Most wolves avoided him which he much appreciated and others treated him as though he were going to attack them which pissed him off. He wasn't like his father. He didn't randomly attack wolves just for the fun of it. They would need to have a good reason, which was mostly just pissing him off. But today, he didn't want to worry about any of that. He was alone, basking in the sun and was planning on getting some well deserved beauty sleep.

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[[Taboo.]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Ebon dipped pawed moved on there own, carrying the crimson essa farther and farther away; to where, she didn’t know, didn’t really care. She had to isolate herself from the pack… distance herself from Tank and Kashmore. Their mushy love sickness was disgusting. Taboo held no romantic feelings for Tank, nor did she despise the white fem, but the love they shared, the gut twisting, vomit worthy displays of affection were almost insulting. It squeezed her heart and gnawed at her insides. There was nothing necessarily wrong with it, per say… by all normal standards, she should not be feeling these things. But it wasn’t normal; the disease had once contaminated Taboo as well. She had been in love, had chosen a mate, a lobo she was ready to spend the rest of her days with, was going to have his pups… but Fate had been cruel to her, had decided that she had been unworthy of such happiness. Damien was swiftly snatched away from her, stolen by the boney grasp of death in less than a fortnight. So long, the red she-wolf had mourned, had shed bittersweet tears because she was left behind. But there had been hope. The pups, the last ties Damien had to this world, were growing within her womb. The vix help onto that hope, holding on to life for her offspring… but she had once again been the butt of a god’s cruel joke. Once born, they didn’t move… there was no whimpers, no cries, no squirming; they lay there unmoving until they grew cold and stiff. Dead, still born, all of them. All love had vanished from her that day, sorrow consuming her soul. She had dyed that day… no, that wasn’t right… Lorelei had died, Taboo had been born. Her emotions were sealed away… there was no love after that, no caring. Lorelei could be sad, Lorelei could brood over the tragedy that had been her life; but Taboo would forget, Taboo would live. Reality slowly crept back into her vision and she was aware that her gaze had drifted to her paws, watching as they covered new ground with each step. Yellow optics rose, taking in her surroundings… buildings… when had she entered this terrain? The femme had been too caught up in her thoughts to notice. A slight movement caught her attention and Taboo followed it, finding herself staring up at Nahani on a building. An amused sigh left her and a lazy smile spread across her maw. ”Nice day for doing… whatever it is you’re doing, eh?” She called up to him. It would have been rude to just ignore him.

[NAHANI]

[bg=363538][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] He nearly jumped out of his skin, bashing his head on the bottom part of the metal railing as he tried to sit up. Swearing loudly, he ducked out from beneath the railing and sat up, pushing his head and shoulders through an opening and staring down at her, ears up curiously. Well look who we have here. he said with a laugh, bringing his paws forward and laying lazily on one of the rungs. The Betess herself. True, he wished to be alone to keep Tank's sickness at bay but what harm would she be doing? Besides, ever since she had first announced herself at the den site, he had been aching for her in a way that he knew would only mean trouble. However, safely on the balcony, he knew he could, at least, talk to her in a civilized fashion. He didn't know much about her. Hell, he didn't know much about the pack at all. Ever since his father had found him half dead in the snow and brought him back to health, he had followed him from place to place and from pack to pack, sometimes as rogues and other times as pack members. Either way, he had only felt like an outsider, a followed and had never bothered to get to know anyone. The only wolf he had bothered to get to know was Chara and everyone knew how that had turned out. If his father decided to stay in this pack, he would need to NOT rape females and destroy lives. He would need to get a hold of himself and get to know his pack members, especially those with rankings such as this female. I can't seem to recall your name... He called out to her. Strange really. You'd think I could remember a beautiful fae's name. He grinned at her. Yes, it was a cheesy pick-up line but who ever said the classics died? As for "whatever I'm doing", I am sun bathing, basking in the glorious glow of Our Mother the Sun. You should try it every once in a while. It's a great stress reliever. He had to admit, this was the first normal conversation he had had with a wolf in a long tome... No wait... Forever. She was definitely a strange one.

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[[Taboo.]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Taboo held back her laugh after hearing the brute hit the metal railing. She hadn’t meant to scare him like that, but his reaction was amusing, a great way to distract herself from prior thoughts. She was still just learning about Nahani, but thus far she saw no reason for Tank to have any ill wishes against him… but then again, she didn’t know Tank that well either. She had been appointed beta on a whim of his, she assumed, but she wasn’t complaining. “You remember I’m betess, but forgot my name?” Should she had been mad that he forgot? Maybe, but the only emotion she could gather was light amusement, “Very strange… boys normally remember the names of pretty girl… but I guess handsome males rarely remember anything besides their own names.” Classic Taboo… compliment and insult the lobo all at the same time. It was a lighthearted revenge, she supposed. “My name is Taboo.” Nahani had laid himself back down, so Taboo reclined herself to her haunches, assuming they were going to chat from where they were. Her eyes drifted to the blinding sun for a moment, as if she had forgotten it was there, before returning to the alpha’s son. Sunbathing? How odd… didn’t cats do that? “I’m not much of a sunbather… It’s a little too hot for my liking.” It was understandable; Taboo’s fur was long and thick, like a collie dog’s, all year long… it was a little like never losing your winter coat. Sometimes it got hot. “You’re being a little antisocial, being so far from the pack all by yourself. She teased, offering him a toothy grin.

[NAHANI]

[bg=363538][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Ah, I see how it's going to be. he teased her as he both complimented and insulted her. That was something he usually did. He smirked. He liked a female with spunk. He pulled himself out of the railing and stood up, stretching luxuriously before jumped up on the side railing and onto the small shed roof next to it before jumping down next to her, his tail instantly erect in confidence. He was definitely taller than her and he was taking advantage of it. He smirked and circled her before coming to stand before her again. I could say the same to you. he teased her. He flicked his tail to indicate their surroundings. I come here to get away from wolves. No one comes here. I suppose you are going to tell me that you just "wandered" over this direction? he asked her with a smile as he lifted a slender brow.

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[[Taboo.]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] She watched curiously as Nahani leapt from the balcony he had been inhabiting and onto a shed, then to the ground. He was graceful for a brute, his actions were fluid and precise; nothing was out of place or exaggerated. Taboo was quickly developing this asinine mock-theory that his mother must have been some sort of cat. Almost everything about him was feline save the body he was trapped in. He was orange and black… perhaps he had been a tiger in another life… no, that couldn’t be. There were no stripes. Maybe a tabby? Taboo halted her thoughts; they had gone too far and she was starting to struggle with her barely contained hilarity at her own musings. Soon she would be giggling and laughing at nothing like a mad woman… oh no, not a good first--or second--impression to make. As he strutted toward her, the femme’s tail rose to stand erect and dominating. He may be Tank’s son, but he was not heir, not to her knowledge anyway, and she was still above him in rank. As he circled her, she rose an inquisitive brow, smirking playfully at him. “Actually, yes.” She replied, “It seems I was wandering through the memories of an old friend and the past lead me here. It was said as a joke… but the truth in it sent a shiver down her spine, her reminder to leave the past where it lay.