She couldn't believe it. Here she was freshly healed from the fire and the wonderful head injury she had sustained and as the season turned her body decided to give her another heat season. Not that her heat was anything she worried about, no one seemed to bother her in the pack so she had gained a false sense of security.


Today she started by visiting her brother to make sure he didn't want her to be den bound more then she set off. She wasn't sure where she was going she just followed the river. The day was beautiful and she soon had forgot all about her heat. It was after all something she had dealt with before and ignoring it always worked best. By the time the sun was high in the sky and noon had settled upon the land she was outside of the pack land. She wasn't worried though. She knew how she got here at least. She paused briefly and the brief pause was enough to allow what she hadn't known was stalking her to make its move. By the time she realized it she felt a shoulder push her into the cold shallows. When she looked back a large male was there menacingly looking down upon her. His coat was matted and mismatched. His eyes were cold and dark red. Her ears pressed back and tail tucked.


He let out a laugh as he snapped his teeth into her scruff and she let out a yelp as he dragged her ashore again. What even should she do? She didn't know how to fight. Her only hope as the Male was dragging her away was that someone would happen upon her and help.

Still a bit frazzled by his recent stay in the gully Oxide was more than eager to continue to stretch his silvery paws. Though he enjoyed Eris’ company more than he ever would admit the boy had slipped away for some alone time. The day was full on when he found himself at the falls, his rusted form pulled from the slightly brown foliage in time to see the struggle take place at the edge of the water. The boy had done more than his good deed for the year, having saved Eris twice. He was still a little stiff from the effects of that one. The wolverine left its mark for sure.

Garents gaze watched for another moment as he debated his next move, though he had paid dearly the last time he’d attempted to interfere. There was something about her though, the heady scent that lingered here reminded him of the girls Deimos liked to bring around. Oxide was beginning to realize the appeal of a ‘bitch in heat’ as his uncle often said.

After spending so much time in Eris presence he didn’t like the way the scene made him feel. The thought of the girl in the wolf’s jaws being her or Riva even, set his hackles upright. Oxide was well fed and well kept, he’d easily be able to take on the boney stranger that dragged the tiny girl from the water. Oxide knew there was a pack nearby, if she was one of their he knew some kind of reward was likely to come his way.

”Aye there beasty, put her down. She doesn’t seem keen to go with your scrawny ass.”

She was trying her best to plant her feet and backpedal against this stranger, but she was honestly just one girl. The voice that came next had the stranger stopping and snarling into her scruff. Ew, was that drool? She really hoped not, cuz it dripped into her scruff and was running down her neck. She looked back as best she could with this male holding onto her and eyed the new male. At least he didn't look as ready to drag her off someplace.


She almost sighed in relief as the strange bedraggled man who had been dragging her released her but then gasped as he lurched at the pied man. What was even happening?! She started to back away with her tail between her legs. Her eyes looked up at the sky, hoping to see one of the ravens her family seemed to keep. There were none. That was just her luck right? She watched as she backed herself up and into a tree. At least no one would be taking advantage of her right now, especially with this tree here, if she could keep it on her hindquarters.

Ox succeeded in convincing the probably rabid man to drop his catch, though he was quick to leap at the Nightingale boy instead. He had only just turned two years old, and would never admit to still considering himself a boy. It was hard to resist the trope, as he’d been reminded of his age relentlessly by Deimos and Nysa. He was fully an adult now, and he planned to keep the freedom that entailed.

The rusted boy reacted with quick reflexes, he didn’t want a repeat of his encounter with the Wolverine. There was no telling if the girl he saved this time had any experience in healing. Judging by the scars that flecked her tiny form he assumed she knew about as much as he did. If he got seriously injured he’d have to try and find Eris to patch him up.

The mangy wolf had no hope of defeating Oxide. The copper marked boy slammed his heavy shoulder into his opponent’s gut, driving the wind from him and gaining a satisfying yelp as the excess force caused him to lose his balance and go tumbling away. Ox didn’t let up, as soon as the red eyed devil landed his rusted jaws were at his scruff and the silver bodied boy shook with all his might. Blood splattered as he tore flesh. He held his ears to his skull as the stranger cried out in shrill pain.

Rewarded with a disgusting chunk of flesh Oxide tore away from his opponent. The dark brute wanted little more to do with Oxide or what he thought would be an easy ride. With little more convincing the would be rapist raced into the underbrush. Hopefully he died of infection because Ox wasn’t about to high tail it after him.

The oxidised boy spit the piece he’d managed to rip off to the ground as he smoothed his coat and turned back to the timid little she wolf. She’d backed herself against the tree, and Ox couldn’t blame her for that. She was a tiny thing, probably in need of a good few meals. She smelled of the pack he’d noted before. He was drawn to her bright blue eyes, he couldn’t miss the fear in them as he took a step towards her. He couldn’t deny the appeal of the act he’d just punished the erring male for. Still, he also couldn’t bring himself to accept it for himself. Willing seemed so much more appealing.

”You’re alright for now,” He offered quietly, sure he might spook her back to the packlands and safety.

She watched and couldn't help but tremble at the sight before her as it turned bloody and deadly. She would never admit it but she did sort of recognize the probably rabid would be rapist. She'd tell Rhyme but he had so much to do still. He shouldn't be worrying over the rest of the world. Besides hopefully the male would make it away and never return, death was too harsh for anyone.

She watched as the pied male spat out the clump of blood, skin and fur. She tried to back further into the tree, managing to only put her hindquarters on the ground and press her back to the tree. Her ears pressed back. His voice came and she was unsure at first. It definitely probably showed on her face. She contemplated it for a moment before she relaxed to just stay sitting against the tree. The way he said for now wasn't exactly reassuring though.

"Thanks," her voice was lowered like always and soft. She dropped her eyes to his white paws as she spoke as well. Unspoken submission was there.

The biggest win for Oxide thus far had been that he walked away from the quick fight with no injuries. Especially if he had actually been rabid, he didn’t want the crazed fiend’s teeth to pierce his flesh. The second was that the girl seemed to calm relatively quickly. Instead of clinging to the tree like her life depended on it she sat almost comfortably. Ox hadn’t made to move any closer as she offered him a word of thanks with downcast eyes. The boy was no stranger to the darkness in the world, his assumptions quickly came to her being an ex slave. What other wolves carried scars like these except the most experienced warriors. This poor girl was not an experienced warrior.

”You’re welcome, but now you realize your life is in my debt.” He said with all seriousness, pausing before resuming his slow pace forward. Ox looked her over again, feeling a prickling at his skin intensify the closer he got to her. ”What do you have to offer for that favor?” He asked, Eris had offered and given the boy aid with her talent of healing. In both his body and his soul. How could this poor probably escaped slave offer to release herself.

She pressed her ears back as far as they would go as the male spoke once more. It seemed the male was a sellsword then. He expected payment of some type for saving her. Only he was getting payment from a girl who literally had nothing. She didn’t know how to heal, hunt, or fight. All she knew was to be a slave to the whims of men and what she’d learned of childbirth. She couldn’t even justify taking food from the kill pile for the male, not after the fire, they needed everything they could get.

She looked down at her own paws, what even to offer the male weighing heavily on her. She could follow after him and do as he wished of her until her debt was paid, but she really didn’t want to lose her way and lose Rhyme in the darkness of her life once more. What did he want though that she could give him? Should she risk his ire and ask him?

She decided quickly and tentatively asked, ”What would you like from me, I don’t own anything or have anything of value to offer.” She chanced a glance up to his ruby red gaze. Though she was quick to drop her eyes once more.

Her eyes lingered on her paws as she debated about what she could even offer for his service to her. His copper heat tilted curiously as he awaited an answer, all he got was her eyes glued to her mismatched paws. She gave him a question instead of the answer he was looking for. Surely an escaped slave. He was given a glimpse of her smoothe blue eyes before they were placed firmly on her paws once again.

”No offer to talk to your alpha, no knowledge I could find useful?” He suggested, inching a little bit closer and allowing his mind to wander into darker places. With out Eris beside him to remind him that he needed to be better he let his heritage show through. ”Any skills to call upon at a later date?” He lifted his head a little higher, and looked down on her tiny form. He lifted a silver paw and brushed against her foreleg softly. ”Nothing?”

He gave suggestions for the payment and she was tempted by the one to talk to Rhyme or Shaye. She couldn't bring herself to burden them with her problems though. Nor could she bring herself to be another worry on their minds. No they had a whole pack and children to worry about. She shouldn't bother them. Besides one did not just go to their alpha every time they got into something and ask them to fix it for them. No she was independent enough to fix it herself.

"My brother has enough to worry over without me causing a new headache for him…." she'd already done that once when he rescued her from Erovrare. He asked of skills and she shook her head."I wasn't taught anything except to please the masters when I was little…" he hopefully would understand.

When he touched her she jumped slightly. She knew the touch of men though and only eyed his paws as he came near her. She could smell him better now and could understand what he wanted of her but she really wasn't keen on allowing that. What choice did she have though? Her life was in the sellswords paws until he was paid for his "service". She bit back the sigh that threatened to escape her. The pied man at least wasn't ugly. And he hadn't laid so much as a fang on her unlike Hannibal. She just needed to steel herself for it and deal with it.

She did her best to relax. "I can only offer you myself in return….." she could only hope he'd turn that down. She did stand though and wait for his answer with a lowered head.

He kept the knowledge that her alpha was also her brother, so it was unlikely she was enslaved in the pack she came from. She wasn’t taught any skills but, ”... to please the masters..” which he couldn’t deny he liked the sound of. Despite the tenderness of his touch she jumped, Oxide tilted his head curiously. The girl did her best to relax as she seemed to come to terms with what he had asked for wordlessly. Her lack of enthusiasm was not lost on the young Nightingale boy, but he could fully agree to these terms.

”I’m not so detestable, am I?” He tried to put compassion into his words as he lifted his silver paw to tip up her chin so he might glance into her eyes. ”What’s your name?” He asked her softly as he let his paw return to the ground beneath him, hoping she might keep his gaze. ”If you do not agree to these terms we can renegotiate…” He could tell she felt uncomfortable, and Ox was willing to give her another out. However disappointed he might feel if she ultimately denied him. ”But you’re very pretty,” despite the scars and being a little scrawny for his taste. ”And I promise you’d have fun.” He actually couldn’t promise the latter, he had yet to deflower his first maiden. However, Nysa and Deimos had been anything but secretive when it came to their conquests and the young Oxide knew more than one of his age should.

He was silent for a moment, almost making her think he was going to turn the only thing she could give him down and walk away. Only he didn't. He gave a line she hadn't heard from any of the master's before. No he wasn't she supposed she just wasn't sure that she wanted to give her body to a man, but then again he had saved her. She could hear the disappointment in his voice though.

She looked up as he tilted her chin up though there was still submission in her eyes. He asked for her name and she gave him a small smile as she said it aloud for him to hear, "Eulogy." he was young she could tell but she wouldn't judge. They could renegotiate he said, but she had nothing else to offer so she gave a small shake of her head. Her eyes dropped to his chest as she stood before him. " I've nothing else to offer you." this time though she stepped forward enough to put about three feet between her and the tree. She even wordlessly lifted her tail and lowered her head for him readying for whatever he wanted to do to her. Her back legs spread as she waited for his added weight to hers.

He managed to coax a soft smile from her as he asked and received her name, if she hadn’t mentioned having her masters earlier her name would have completely convinced the boy she had been a slave at some point in her life. She shook her head before admitting again there was nothing else she could give to him. Her movements were graceful as she shifted away from the tree, her hips aligning at his chest. Oxide had wanted to try and put her more at ease before he made a move, but Eulogy positioned herself just for him. ”I’m Ox,” he offered a title for her, though he kept his full name to himself.

Oxide nuzzled at her chocolate hips for a moment, breathing in her sweet scent as she shifted her tail to make accommodations for him. ”I’ve always thought doggy-style lacked intimacy.” He told her as he nibbled at her spine a bit and moved up to her shoulders. He ran his nose through the thick of her ruff before kissing her dark ears. ”Will you lay on your back for me?” His words barely a whisper as his lips brushed against her ear. He didn’t command her, but asked, sure she would find the act more enjoyable from a different angle.

I'm sorry to anyone reading this kat is the worst -continues smut/corny writing-

He didn't mount her like she was used to and just start, along with didn't get rough at the same moment. Instead he asked her to lay on her back as he nibbled and nuzzled at her. She would be lying if she said the acts didn't feel good to her heated body. She knew how heats worked though, it made the body betray the mind most of the time. What felt good would only make the heat worse.

She did as he asked though, lowering her scarred form to the ground before rolling to her back. Her tail was on the ground curling to the right as she lay there. Her forepaws were pinned up to her chest and her back legs were loose as she could allow them to be. She was sort of glad for her darker brown fur as the heat caused a blush over her face. She was hyper aware of any touches he gave her, as it sent tingles down her body. She noted his name, certain she wouldn't need it later.

She drifted away from him hesitantly as her form slipped to the earth and she rolled over to show him her soft belly. He felt his lips pull back in a soft smile as he removed the distance between them. Oxide relaxed into the soft curves of her body, her legs rested on his knees as he nestled her head into his paws. He nibbled playfully at her cheek before gently kissing the scars on her delicate features. The little jolts down her skin excited the inexperienced boy as he pulled her tightly to himself and took his payment from her.

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Ox felt more than satisfied as he disentangled himself from Eulogy's embrace. He tried not to push her limits too hard, and wanted to tell himself that she enjoyed herself. Maybe not as much as he had, the boy couldn't wipe his grin from his features. He leaned down and offered her another gentle nuzzle to her cheek as he shifted to allow her to regain her feet. "You are released from your debt." Oxide was honestly a bit reluctant to let her go, but she had given her payment with no objection. "Thank you, Eulogy. It was an absolute pleasure."

Eulogy was well experienced with the pleasures of men, though she never quite got over how it felt every time. Each time was different, usually they were all horrible and ripped into her with ferocity that she didn't know she deserved. This time though, it was different, he wasn't harsh nor cruel. Her ears stayed pinned though, fully aware that this was still wrong. Neither were thinking of consequences of this act though. Her heat was at its peak when he finally took what she owed him.

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When he disentangled from her she rolled to sit up under him, until he moved. Though she didn't move even as he stepped aside to allow her to raise to her feet. It had felt good, though she would never admit it. Her eyes went to her paws as she smoothed out her chest fur. She hadn't missed the smile on his face, but she was still to tentative to allow him a smile like he had. He released her from her debt and she glanced at him. His thanks came with an innuendo that was not lost on her. She just dipped her head in answer. She wasn't leaving yet. Was he going to now? Now that he got what he wanted?

Now that she had been released Oxide felt reluctant to continue to offer his affections though he wanted to reach out and help groom her fur back to where it belonged. He had been reluctant to let her go, feeling an urge to wrap her tiny form back in is arms and nap away the rest of the day. She gave him a quick nod as he thanked her and he wasn't sure what happened next.

"Do you need an escort back to your pack?" Ox didn't want anything to happen to her, after they had been intimate and he had saved her. She reminded him too much of his little shadow. He didn't miss that she hadn't moved yet, and debated about returning to his place above her. They were even now though, and he had to have her request or permission. There seemed to be little chance of gaining permission a second time. Ox decided to try her though and offered as a joke, "or another romp?" He chuckled amusedly, his grin still remaining as he resisted the urge to nuzzle her again.

He seemed like he wasn't just going to leave her there just because he got what he wanted. She wasn't quite sure what to do with that though, she was so used to being used then thrown away after sex. This was a new one. Was it a bother to him to actually ask for a real conversation? She was after all a little curious about him.

He asked if she needed an escort back and she shook her head before speaking. "Its not so far away, I wouldn't want to burden you." truth was she also didn't want to owe him again. She looked up to the sky, its oranges and reds were telling of the sunset not far off. His next words had her looking to him from the side of her eyes, her tail curled up tightly to her hindquarters. She wasn't sure she wanted any more sex for her lifetime. She knew though that it would happen regardless, she was female and made to be bred. "No thank you….." her ears pressed. Would it anger him to be told no?

She hoped he wouldn't get angry. Her eyes returned to the sky then hoping he wouldn't decide to punish her for saying no. She tried to change the subject quickly though. "Where do you come from?" was he from some far away land where slavery was not a thing and the horrors of the world didn't belong?

Eulogy shook her head softly as she denied his offer, he couldn't blame her though. After his last good deed Ox almost felt like he'd taken advantage of her, but he also was a much better option than the worthless bag os skin he had chased off. "My offer still stands, its no trouble." Oxide had little direction in his life, he would happily sacrifice some time for his little harlot.

He joked with no regard for her feelings and she side eyed him as she curled into herself. Saying no seemed to pain her and he offered an apologetic glance, though he could have continued the rest of the day. Oxide guessed her experience with men was one she did not enjoy. She removed her eyes from him again as she absently asked about where he came from. He hadn't expected such a personal question, but he would answer it for her.

"A little bit of everywhere," he started quietly again resisting the urge to press his side against hers. "We never stayed one place long." he continued as he watched her gaze at the sunset. "Where do you come from, Eulogy?" His voice was soft as he coaxed an answer from her.

Thankfully he didn’t push the issue of more sex. She silently gave her thanks for that, well aware that he could have and she would of been unable to truly defend herself, having no self defensive training. Of course no one asked her if she wanted to learn and she probably would of told them yes. She honestly loved to learn, she just hadn’t been given much opportunity yet.

His answer for where he came from brought her ears turning forward. It sounded like he travelled a lot, he might love that, and the idea of travelling did appeal to Eulogy. Though she also wasn’t sure she could. She being nose blind and all kind of made that harder to do. ”It sounds like an adventure i would of loved….” His question brought her ears back again and her head turning to him with her eyes on his. This was a story and a half she felt. A sigh came before she started, ”I’m the product of a rape, born to my mother and one of the only two she was allowed to keep of my litter. My sister was lucky, she was allowed to be just a general slave, but i was kept as a breeding bitch. The whole pack i was born in was that way. They kept slaves to make their numbers greater and took their children from them to trade to others and sell.” She should of never been. She always told herself this. No matter how much Rhyme and Rhythm loved her.

He felt himself relaxing further as the two of them spoke in hushed tones. Him, hulking only a foot behind her while her tiny frame gazed up into the stars. He gave her the gist of his beginnings, not hinting to the abuse he’d suffered at the hands of both Deimos and Nysa. It was all normal to the copper tinted pup. Fighting for his mother’s affection, getting pushed around by his uncle, among many other memories he had suppressed. He had loved the travel though, he wouldn't deny it was one reason he still couldn’t let his paws rest.

Ox wondered if she would have been able to handle the rough and tumble band of gypsies he grew up around. The girl sighed softly breaking his memories as she offered up her own, in addition to her words she gave him the gift of her pretty gaze. The first time she’d found his eyes without him seeking hers. He knew that a slave’s life was more than difficult, but as she spoke it was much more real. He could feel the loss of her mother and the burden of her forced path in life. There was little surprise she had been hesitant earlier.

His grin had all but disappeared as she told him of the horrors she went through as a young wolf. ”Not.. this pack, right?” He asked as he motioned towards Abaven. He might have picked her up and carried her off himself if that here the case. Surely she would have been kept under some kind of supervision if she were still enslaved today. Good thing. He’d rather get run off by an angry brother than a slave owner. ”So how’d you get away?” Oxide pried a little harder, finding himself enthralled in the little ex-slave girl.