TALK DIRTY TO ME
05-03-2014, 09:15 PM
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WHY DON'T I DO YOU A FAVOR *HOVER MOUSE OVER SPEECH FOR TRANSLATION* -enters dream of her daughter's birth- " Тя е момиче, Райдър." Her mother purred as she drew the new born pup towards Siryder, having not knowing what to expect at this point, but at the glance of her child Ryder knew she will forever love this baby no matter what she grew up to become. Extending her crown to caress her tongue along her child's small frame, cleansing it's wet surface and allowing it to breath life. The white, orange spotted she-wolf had her expression dance with a smile of pure happiness. Ryder gazed up at her own mother, whom of which was standing over her, watching as the new born pup nursed from the young women. From the bottomless depths of her throat, vibrations within began to develop, forming words on the tip of her tongue before letting them fall out. Her ancient, yet angelic Bulgarian accent fired out with such power and purity. " Тя е ценно .. Къде е баща?" With those last few words intact, it was only a moment later when a large russet male stormed into the den. A stern, cold look rotting on his ripped facial features. It was a sight that was sickening, terrifying, and so hateful you could feel it generating off him. " Какво е това?! .. Дай ми това бебе! Вие сте засрамен тази фамилия Siryder! " Her father came at her with razor blades and bullets, it wasn't a pretty sight to see which certainly made Siryder flinch as her father neared closer. He cranked his enormous cranium down to grasp the pup in his mouth, tight enough so it didn't fall but loose enough so he didn't kill it. A cry came out from the dark, pleading for him to not take away her daughter, to let Ryder keep her beloved child. Yet, her father didn't budge, it only made his angrier. " БАЩА! МОЛЯ! Тя ми BABY, нека да я държи! БАЩА!" Ryder's mother could do nothing but try can block his path, but he still refused, the only thing that could be heard now were the heart broken cries that spewed out of the pours of the she-wolf. Her body was numb, in shock, and she could not move a limb to hunt her father down and stop him from this treachery. The only thing this femme could do was flush her head in the depths of her chest and simply cry herself to sleep.. -end of dream, wakes up in abandoned den- Hot liquid trickled down the sides of her face, the smell of it indicated she was sweating. The dream causing her to bring the pure hatred and terror that she felt, that only heart ache came back to her the day her father took her child from her. Ryder shook her cream coiled pelt out, ridding moss and any clinging water droplets. Rising to her paws from the ash and dust of the ground below her, she could feel her muscle ripping from the unease they left. She groaned in agony, stretching her paws outward to lift her bum in the air to release the tension in her body. Blinking her golden optics, the female padded off, down the sand dunes of the Deadman's Scrap. The cool sand between her paws soothed the cracks in them, and her long tail drawing a tail behind her as she paraded onward. No accents decorated her eyes, only the glowing of their emotionless pupils could there truly be an innocent someone inside. Instead, she pulled her mask up and dismissed all her emotions that would attack her walls that she built after the incident with her daughter. She dared not grow close to anyone, or have anymore children in that matter. Though it was her luck she is in heat, that ratchet scent that brought males flocking like wild seagulls in a heist for food. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Siryder was upon her home. Well, a small den that she called 'home sweet home'. Not really something she'd bring a brute back to, but it was either this or carry on through the desert and have her screws become more loosened then they probably already were. Shaking her crown as her thoughts went on endlessly, flash backs came to her then were gone like they were never there in the first place. As night struck, she let her medium sized frame plummet to the earth surface, collapsing promptly on the bed she had made herself out of thin lining of grass and moss she could possibly find. The sand man began to polish it's magic upon her eye lids, making them fall though they shut back open -- not wishing to conceal for the night and have the spell of slumber be cast over her. Just as she were about to fall into a deep sleep something outside the walls of her den shuffled, making her oculars fly open and her muscled tensed immediately. A dangerous growl developed in her throat, slowly beginning to erupt through her bared canines. "Speech" |