I'LL WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR NECK
07-20-2013, 01:19 PM
It was one of those nights when Jupiter and the pups were sleeping soundly and Marvel was wide awake. Every day he found himself battling Jupiter for the pups. Not in a way in which was publicly visible, but instead a battle that raged in his very mind. It seemed that she'd always be the winner, as she was the one currently able to feed them, and she had been the one to bring them into the world. All he'd done was plant the seed and watch it grow. It seemed every day the children longed for her affection, and shivered away from his own. He knew that they loved him too, but their affections seemed more evident when they were with Jupiter. He wasn't far off from the den, two, maybe three hundred yards at best. Paws carried him rhythmically back and forth, back and forth across the same ten-foot plot of land. Pacing wasn't something he'd done much before the pups had come, but it seemed now that they were here it was his new favorite hobby. He wasn't exactly in control of it, but he knew it was happening.
He pivoted, making another return trek across the plot of land, when a scent drifted across his nostrils, wrinkling his face in an instant. Medusa. His mind retched at the thought of her. The way she'd come into Jupiter's den and started throwing her slanderous words around, ruining their perfect moment of bliss. It wasn't as if he had any passion for Jupiter besides a physical want, it wasn't as if he was any real threat to Medusa on any level that she seemed to consider him a threat. But Marvel knew better than to try to tell a woman that. He ceased his pacing as her figure loomed in the distance, barely visible save for where a few beams of moonlight were cast in the right places to illuminate her. Well, if it isn't my favorite wolf on the planet. Cynicism dripped off of his lips as he rocked onto his haunches, casting a blank look in her direction.
Speech,