Post by Asphyxia on Oct 27, 2009 0:27:43 GMT -5
This will remain ongoing until I get bored with it and will probably be randomized throughout different events in her life.
The meeting was brief. Unbeknownst to the two creatures that growled and snapped at one another, they were a pair. Mates for life at the arrangement of their King and Queen and the arrangements of their parents. They were betrothed from the very cradle. At two years old, they were to meet. The meeting was to be held in two days at the protests of both canines. The untended forest was gnarled with roots that crept up from the earth and clung to other trees, creating obstacles upon the earth. Snow blanketed the earth of the Land of Ice. Enemies, yet lovers. Their meeting, an accident, though brief, was one which set their lives spiraling in opposite directions, causing a milestone of change from the fate that had been planned for the pair.
The she-wolf lunged forward to continue moving but the male was soon standing in her way with smirk tugging a corner of his lip to give him a lopsided grin and a mischievous twinkle sparking in his eye. Frustrated, again, the female tried to move around him, but he was quick and in her way again.
“Be on your way, cur or suffer the consequences.” The words were spat with icy vengeance, snow spraying up about their paws as she skidded in the deep snow upon the ground, still attempting to deter him or to get around him.
“Feisty aren’t we?” A brow perked, the male stared at Freiya in amusement.
Hauling her skull back, the she-wolf tilted her crown slightly. Unsure of what to say, she opted for observing him instead. He was larger then herself and he was a good looking male. Strong, yet in her eyes, still slightly immature. Scars marred the males body telling tale of a warriors past, but how many battles, she did not know. Still, as his hallows eve hues observed her in return, she felt a shiver run down her spine, invisible to the naked eye. Did he see all her scars? Did he catch glimpses of the emotions in her eyes? Talons dug into the earth, frustrated at her inability to read his thoughts. Though, physically, she might consider herself attracted to this burly male, she found him to be no more then a toy she could use. If she were that type of canine. Fortunately for him, she wasn’t.
Fed up with his rude behavior, Freiya’s lips curled in response. “Back down before the Kings right hand and let me pass.” The male did a good job of hiding his surprise at her words, but he didn’t budge. Instead, lowering his crown, he reclined upon his haunches, thick plume curling about his hind legs as he shook his head as if in boredom. Was he an idiot? Had he been dropped on his head as a cub? Though her warning didn’t heed him, she was sure that a bite would. She was fast, but he was quicker. As her jaws snapped around his nape at the base of his shoulder, he’d grabbed her scruff and slammed her into the ground. Though it pulled his front end down with her, he used it to his advantage, leveraging his heavy weight against her chest as he showed his teeth, clear warning not to budge. Releasing him, Freiya snapped toward his face only to get a paw slapping down on her muzzle, slamming it shut so her bite was ineffective.
“Score one for me. Zero for you. Do your truly wish to play me, woman? To test my strength and my wits against yours? You’ll lose, I can assure you.”
“What’s your calling, wolf?” Her sneer did little to impress him, though he remained interested in her sarcastic, cool demeanor.
“Courajess. Who’re you, fae?”
The name stopped Freiya cold. Crown lifting, auds shot forward, standing attentively as if she hadn’t clearly heard him right. Ebon spheres quickly scanned over him once more, taking in the sight of the male she was to be betrothed to.
“Get the hell off me, now.” Her command did even less to impress him and little to amuse him. Courajess did not take kindly to being bossed around, much less by some little female he didn’t even know.
“Name your pack and rank and I’ll release you.” Brow furrowed in frustration at his words, unsure of how to answer. He left her in a tight position. He could be a rival pack member and would kill her in but a second if she revealed who she was and what pack she belonged to. On the other hand, if she revealed that much, she’d probably figure out by his reaction just who he was and who he belonged to which would lead her to whether or not she needed to kill him. He hadn’t won yet.
“Right hand to the King of Abeiron.” Spheres narrowed as she watched him. Did he know who she was? Did he understand that he pinned down his betrothed? Did he even know he was betrothed as of yet?
“Right hand?” His gaze remained upon hers, searching her for any signs of lies. “Since when did the King of Abeiron start assigning females as his right hand? Never before has Abeiron had a female right hand.” His lips curled slightly, though it was a hint of anger, Freiya couldn’t place her paw on why.
But then, in her experience, many a male had taken offense to a female being picked over them to serve directly beneath the King. Perhaps it was wounded pride that stretched lines across his handsome features. Giving her a shake, Courajess snapped at her, “Why would the King of Abeiron assign a woman to do his dirty work, much less a woman such as yourself?”
A weak woman. Sexist. Her growl didn’t remain hidden, but rumbled in her deep chest. “Release me, dog.”
His paws slammed into her chest, winding the air from her lungs, causing her to cough for some oxygen. Clearly he didn’t like being called such things. Little did he know, she was part dog. If he knew she was part dog and a female, he’d likely go insane. Was his brain capable of handling such matters? It made her want to laugh aloud and she would have, had she not been sucking in oxygen.
It was true, howbeit. Never before had a female, let alone a dog been assigned as the Kings right hand in Abeiron. As his guard, mentor, messenger and even executioner. Freiya left out the details of training from birth to be a strong warrior to serve her King and Queen and only them. Now, she only served her King and only at his command, did she pay the Queen any heed at all. The Queen had gotten so jealous of Freiya and the attentions she had of the King that she’d gone as far as to accuse Freiya and her liege of an affair. Soon enough, her parents and the royal family were sweeping Freiya off her paws into the pads of some male she didn’t know. In order to remain the King’s right hand, it was her duty to be wed and not be seen as a threat by her Queen.
“Who be you to care what goes on within the Royal family of Abeiron unless you’re part of the pack? Or be you an enemy looking for as many goods as you can get?” He hadn’t expected her to do what she did next. Her saliva wetted his cheek. Suddenly, Courajess burst out laughing, Had none of them told her who he was? He knew who she was, or who she claimed to be, at least. But still, did she not know of Courajess’s true identity?
“Witch, you claim to be the King of Abeiron’s right hand man and yet, you know naught of me?” Slowly, Courajess lifted himself from her bodice. Although he’d enjoyed the heat of his body pressed to hers, she did not appear the lustful woman, let alone one who would bed him willingly. Unwillingly was not something Courajess would do and he saw no reason to hold her down any longer. He had her attention and he knew it. She wouldn’t be going anywhere until she got her own answers.
Narrowed spheres sought his for answers, but she got nothing. Freiya decided it. Later, she would kill him. Slowly, the she-wolf peeled herself off the ground, taking a few steps back to put distance between them. The snow had dampened her coat, soaking through to her skin, causing a cold shiver to run through her body as she shook out her pelt. “He has never said aught of a Courajess to me.”
The disappointment in Courajess’s eyes confused Freiya. Was he a part of her pack? Did he know of the King and had he had close relations to the man? Questions plagued the femme’s mind, but she asked little else.
“I am Courajess, Heir to Abeiron.”
Silence spread between the two. The King's son. HER King's son. Her betrothed was the King's son. Who in their right mind wished Freiya to be an heiress? Shock silenced her, curving her tongue as she fought for words. Where had this wolf been these last few years?
Though Courajess was disappointed in his father not ever mentioning him, he had to wonder why then, the man had give his paw to his right hand. Though, he admitted he'd done an interesting job. Most females in Abeiron were not tolerated if they were not obedient. Freiya was less then obedient and certainly had a lot to tame. Despite the demeanor, Courajess admired her spirit couldn't help but feel physically attracted to her. But if she was the right hand to his father, she would not be tolerated as a weakling. Had she simply allowed him to pin her? Her sharp tongue and sarcastic attitude amused him.
Taking this females paw would be a slow, painful and difficult process.[/size]
The meeting was brief. Unbeknownst to the two creatures that growled and snapped at one another, they were a pair. Mates for life at the arrangement of their King and Queen and the arrangements of their parents. They were betrothed from the very cradle. At two years old, they were to meet. The meeting was to be held in two days at the protests of both canines. The untended forest was gnarled with roots that crept up from the earth and clung to other trees, creating obstacles upon the earth. Snow blanketed the earth of the Land of Ice. Enemies, yet lovers. Their meeting, an accident, though brief, was one which set their lives spiraling in opposite directions, causing a milestone of change from the fate that had been planned for the pair.
The she-wolf lunged forward to continue moving but the male was soon standing in her way with smirk tugging a corner of his lip to give him a lopsided grin and a mischievous twinkle sparking in his eye. Frustrated, again, the female tried to move around him, but he was quick and in her way again.
“Be on your way, cur or suffer the consequences.” The words were spat with icy vengeance, snow spraying up about their paws as she skidded in the deep snow upon the ground, still attempting to deter him or to get around him.
“Feisty aren’t we?” A brow perked, the male stared at Freiya in amusement.
Hauling her skull back, the she-wolf tilted her crown slightly. Unsure of what to say, she opted for observing him instead. He was larger then herself and he was a good looking male. Strong, yet in her eyes, still slightly immature. Scars marred the males body telling tale of a warriors past, but how many battles, she did not know. Still, as his hallows eve hues observed her in return, she felt a shiver run down her spine, invisible to the naked eye. Did he see all her scars? Did he catch glimpses of the emotions in her eyes? Talons dug into the earth, frustrated at her inability to read his thoughts. Though, physically, she might consider herself attracted to this burly male, she found him to be no more then a toy she could use. If she were that type of canine. Fortunately for him, she wasn’t.
Fed up with his rude behavior, Freiya’s lips curled in response. “Back down before the Kings right hand and let me pass.” The male did a good job of hiding his surprise at her words, but he didn’t budge. Instead, lowering his crown, he reclined upon his haunches, thick plume curling about his hind legs as he shook his head as if in boredom. Was he an idiot? Had he been dropped on his head as a cub? Though her warning didn’t heed him, she was sure that a bite would. She was fast, but he was quicker. As her jaws snapped around his nape at the base of his shoulder, he’d grabbed her scruff and slammed her into the ground. Though it pulled his front end down with her, he used it to his advantage, leveraging his heavy weight against her chest as he showed his teeth, clear warning not to budge. Releasing him, Freiya snapped toward his face only to get a paw slapping down on her muzzle, slamming it shut so her bite was ineffective.
“Score one for me. Zero for you. Do your truly wish to play me, woman? To test my strength and my wits against yours? You’ll lose, I can assure you.”
“What’s your calling, wolf?” Her sneer did little to impress him, though he remained interested in her sarcastic, cool demeanor.
“Courajess. Who’re you, fae?”
The name stopped Freiya cold. Crown lifting, auds shot forward, standing attentively as if she hadn’t clearly heard him right. Ebon spheres quickly scanned over him once more, taking in the sight of the male she was to be betrothed to.
“Get the hell off me, now.” Her command did even less to impress him and little to amuse him. Courajess did not take kindly to being bossed around, much less by some little female he didn’t even know.
“Name your pack and rank and I’ll release you.” Brow furrowed in frustration at his words, unsure of how to answer. He left her in a tight position. He could be a rival pack member and would kill her in but a second if she revealed who she was and what pack she belonged to. On the other hand, if she revealed that much, she’d probably figure out by his reaction just who he was and who he belonged to which would lead her to whether or not she needed to kill him. He hadn’t won yet.
“Right hand to the King of Abeiron.” Spheres narrowed as she watched him. Did he know who she was? Did he understand that he pinned down his betrothed? Did he even know he was betrothed as of yet?
“Right hand?” His gaze remained upon hers, searching her for any signs of lies. “Since when did the King of Abeiron start assigning females as his right hand? Never before has Abeiron had a female right hand.” His lips curled slightly, though it was a hint of anger, Freiya couldn’t place her paw on why.
But then, in her experience, many a male had taken offense to a female being picked over them to serve directly beneath the King. Perhaps it was wounded pride that stretched lines across his handsome features. Giving her a shake, Courajess snapped at her, “Why would the King of Abeiron assign a woman to do his dirty work, much less a woman such as yourself?”
A weak woman. Sexist. Her growl didn’t remain hidden, but rumbled in her deep chest. “Release me, dog.”
His paws slammed into her chest, winding the air from her lungs, causing her to cough for some oxygen. Clearly he didn’t like being called such things. Little did he know, she was part dog. If he knew she was part dog and a female, he’d likely go insane. Was his brain capable of handling such matters? It made her want to laugh aloud and she would have, had she not been sucking in oxygen.
It was true, howbeit. Never before had a female, let alone a dog been assigned as the Kings right hand in Abeiron. As his guard, mentor, messenger and even executioner. Freiya left out the details of training from birth to be a strong warrior to serve her King and Queen and only them. Now, she only served her King and only at his command, did she pay the Queen any heed at all. The Queen had gotten so jealous of Freiya and the attentions she had of the King that she’d gone as far as to accuse Freiya and her liege of an affair. Soon enough, her parents and the royal family were sweeping Freiya off her paws into the pads of some male she didn’t know. In order to remain the King’s right hand, it was her duty to be wed and not be seen as a threat by her Queen.
“Who be you to care what goes on within the Royal family of Abeiron unless you’re part of the pack? Or be you an enemy looking for as many goods as you can get?” He hadn’t expected her to do what she did next. Her saliva wetted his cheek. Suddenly, Courajess burst out laughing, Had none of them told her who he was? He knew who she was, or who she claimed to be, at least. But still, did she not know of Courajess’s true identity?
“Witch, you claim to be the King of Abeiron’s right hand man and yet, you know naught of me?” Slowly, Courajess lifted himself from her bodice. Although he’d enjoyed the heat of his body pressed to hers, she did not appear the lustful woman, let alone one who would bed him willingly. Unwillingly was not something Courajess would do and he saw no reason to hold her down any longer. He had her attention and he knew it. She wouldn’t be going anywhere until she got her own answers.
Narrowed spheres sought his for answers, but she got nothing. Freiya decided it. Later, she would kill him. Slowly, the she-wolf peeled herself off the ground, taking a few steps back to put distance between them. The snow had dampened her coat, soaking through to her skin, causing a cold shiver to run through her body as she shook out her pelt. “He has never said aught of a Courajess to me.”
The disappointment in Courajess’s eyes confused Freiya. Was he a part of her pack? Did he know of the King and had he had close relations to the man? Questions plagued the femme’s mind, but she asked little else.
“I am Courajess, Heir to Abeiron.”
Silence spread between the two. The King's son. HER King's son. Her betrothed was the King's son. Who in their right mind wished Freiya to be an heiress? Shock silenced her, curving her tongue as she fought for words. Where had this wolf been these last few years?
Though Courajess was disappointed in his father not ever mentioning him, he had to wonder why then, the man had give his paw to his right hand. Though, he admitted he'd done an interesting job. Most females in Abeiron were not tolerated if they were not obedient. Freiya was less then obedient and certainly had a lot to tame. Despite the demeanor, Courajess admired her spirit couldn't help but feel physically attracted to her. But if she was the right hand to his father, she would not be tolerated as a weakling. Had she simply allowed him to pin her? Her sharp tongue and sarcastic attitude amused him.
Taking this females paw would be a slow, painful and difficult process.[/size]
