FOOL ME ONCE SHAME ON YOU, FOOL ME TWICE...
The Queen prowled her territory, rage boiled her blood, turned the edges of her vision red. She was searching for one man and one man alone. She had tried to deny for as long as she could, but the signs were all to familiar. Her sides had swelled slightly, morning sickness wracked her body. She was pregnant. Just the thought made her anger. She could not be pregnant, she had no desire to raise more kids, her three now were more than enough. She was Queen dammit! She didn't have time for more kids, nor did she have the desire for more. As his scent grew strong, so did her pace until she was running. Paws struck the earth with unforgiving force, her toes curling so that claws dug in for more traction. Hackles had lifted, ears pinned and eyes narrowed. Lips curled back to reveal daggers, jaws unhinging as she zeroed in on the brute. He entered her line of vision, but she didn't slow. Her goal was to barrel into the man, just behind his shoulder. She wanted to either knock him off balance or knock the wind out of him.
The silver temptress would try to rise onto hind legs if they collided, bring her front end up just an inch or too. Her neck stretched, open jaws snapped, wanting to grab the flesh near his scruff. She wanted to taste his blood. A vicious snarl ripped free from her throat. This could not be happening to her again! If her jaws grabbed his flesh, then her crown would shake violently back and forth. She refused to be tied down by another child with a bastard father who had no interest in them! Rage and adrenaline clouded her thoughts, blinded her, only one instinct guided her.
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He was completely and utterly oblivious to everything that was going on, not realizing that for once his queen was stalking him rather then the other way around. He moved almost soundlessly through the woods, the boarder was now well marked and walked enough to have worn a fairly deep path. It was a path he traveled quite regularly much in the same way he would travel it today, head lowered and shoulders rolling languidly. It was a nice day out, the weather was crisp without being cold and the sun still managed to beat down on his back to add a bit of extra heat to his black pelt. Verdant eyes would slip and slither back and forth across the boarder, nose quivering to constantly test the breeze. He didn't realize he was being followed until a shift of wind tossed her scent his way. Slowly his massive skull would lift, pausing in his trek as ears flittered to see if he could hear her approach as well. He felt a flutter in his chest, that usual feeling he experienced whenever Cat was around. He would stand easely, tail licking at his heels as he waited for her to catch up. Maybe they could go on a walk together, finish up patrols then go for a hunt and chat.
She was running... For a moment he would tip his head and chuckle. It wasn't the first time they had play fought though she was usually sneakier about it. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers and he always seemed to be begging for her attention as of late. Slowly he would hunker down, shoulders rolling and head lowering. "Heeeeey Caaaaattt...." He would taunt easily, ready to spring on her but something made him freeze and study her a bit closer. "Hey Cat what's... Cat? CAT NO!!" It all seemed to happen all at once, first he would straighten and regard her expression though her pace would not falter. All of a sudden she was on him, getting right up in his face and then the flash of teeth seemed to drag him out of whatever stupor he had been stuck in. Forequarters twisted, paws pushing him up and hind legs launching himself to try and leap and twist out of the way. She would hit him but with much less force then if he had remained standing. Teeth would crave their path into his shoulder even as he tried to escape her grasp.
Paws would land heavily on the ground, whether she was or wasn't still attached to him he would attempted to pivot on forepaws and swing his hips around as far as he could. Hopefully it would either knock her away or dissuade her from continuing her attack. "WHAT THE FUCK CAT?!?!" He snapped, ready to kick at her or flee if needed. He didn't know if it was something he had done or if she was just a deranged lunatic today. Either way he folded his ears back and glared at her over his shoulder, as he was now hopefully positioned with his butt facing her.
Speech!
She paid no mind to his words as she tried to call her off. Perhaps if she had been paying attention, his expression would have been rather amusing. He would lift his be month form, twisting in an attempt to avoid her grasp. Her fangs pierced his shoulder, but not enough to actually take a hold. When he landed, he was facing away from her, looking over his shoulder at her, spitting outrages. Lips remained curled back, her daggers tinged with his blood. Was he really so oblivious? Had he not noticed her absences in the mornings? Or the weight she had gained? She would move to her left, staying out of his kicking range for the moment. "I. Am. Pregnant." She spit her words at him like a curse, eyes blazing as she hunted him down like her next meal. Each would was carefully and clearly pronounced, rolling off her tongue slowly. Just saying it out loud made it even worse. A growl vibrated in her throat as she stepped towards him, careful to avoid his hind legs, eyes searching for a place to attack. Her heart pounded against her chest, threatening to burst, her entire body was on fire. Red enclosed on her vision, tail flicked angrily behind her. Slow steps would bring her slower to the man, though she kept her path circling around him, waiting for some smartass remark that she would tear into him for. She met his verdant gaze, his annoyance evident, though it rolled off her like water. She didn't care if he was mad at her or not. She was pregnant! Tied down again for the rest of her life.
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She would back off a bit, giving him a bit of breathing room to stare at her awkwardly, eyes wide as he took a few steps forward so he would stand more parallel to her, exposing his side to her even as she continued to pace and stomp but now at a more manageable distance. God was this what pms was? Was this what he had to look forward to? He didn't say anything, letting his demand for an answer stand as she continued to steam and fume just out of reach. All those warm fussy feelings were gone now, replaced by worry and discomfort as he waited for an answer he felt would never come. Then finally it came and it hit him like a freight train. For a moment eyes would widen, blinking rapidly as he realized the magnanimity of her words. Then just like that he found his tongue and repositioned himself, stepping closer to her to cut off her angry circle, looking deeply into her eyes. "I will raise this child with you. You are not alone in this. We can even get married if you want, but I'd still want to see other girls, so it'd have to be one of those kinds of marriages." He said, words coming out in a bit of a rush, trying to make her understand that whatever she needed he would be there for her. Though he did throw in the last little bit in a last ditch attempt to make her smile or relax a bit. Maybe even catch her off guard and relax long enough for them to sit down and have a serious conversation.
He stood near her, now understanding her outburst. She didn't want to be a mother, he didn't want to be a father. He was one of the biggest fuck ups of all time when it came to parenthood but for her he was willing to try again if that was what she wanted. If she would actually calm down and realize that he wasn't planning on leaving her.
Speech!
As soon as the words left her mouth, he was moving. Stepping forward, forcing her to halt, he would get close to her face, urgent words rolling off his tongue. He spoke so quickly she wasn't even sure she heard him right. "What? No, shut up!" Brows furrowed as she snapped at him, stepping away from him completely caught off guard. She turned away from him, walking a few paces away, still completely confused. She shook her head trying to clear her mind? Marriage? Where the fuck did that come from?! For a moment she was silent, his statement bringing her rage to a sudden halt. And for the first time in her life, the Queen was flustered, uncertain of what to say, she had no idea what she wanted. Her coral gaze started off as nothing in particular, her thoughts churning in her head, every noise was deafening. What was she suppose to say?
While she had never imagined herself having a mate or even falling in love, she always knew that she would at least do it for the right reasons, not because she felt obligated to. While an open marriage was more than enticing, she was not interested in his current proposal. In fact, she was almost offended by it. Jaws flexed as she thought, mulling over what she was going to do. She could always just get rid of it entirely, but it was too late for that, she had spilled the beans to Kylar. He seemed intent on staying, and helping her raise her future family, but how could she be sure?
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