6' deep restraining order

Somehow with all that she'd been through Viper managed to put up enough of a fight to give Jupiter trouble. As she writhed around in his grip he was forced to wrap his paws around her waist to keep her from getting away. Balancing on his back legs was difficult and he ended up crumbling over on one hip; the opposing hind leg flailing wildly as he tried to regain his balance and get back on his feet. His swore an unending torrent around her scruff through it all; the slurs directed at her, her parents and every goddamn miserable ancestor who could be blamed for her existence.

When they were finally back to the tree he'd had enough. This time there wasn't going to be any slack for her to wriggle around in. Jupiter shoved her neck against the tree and snarled at Amadeus, "You tie it fuckin' tight! And then you git her fuckin' legs!" The tiny tamarin did as instructed. This time Viper's neck would be lashed directly to the tree. She would be unable to stand, turn her head, or even lift her head away from the trunk. To Viper, he roared, "You do that again 'n I'll fuckin' tie 'em behind your back!"

With that done Jupiter stomped back to the pit and hit it with renewed effort. He was going to get this done in record time. "Well I don't fuckin' want you here either but guess what Viper we don't always get what we want! And you," Jupiter reeled around to get down in her face. When he spoke again his voice was low and menacing. "Oh-ho, baby, this is just what you get when you're a dumb fuckin' cunt."

In a flash he was back around again and angrily flinging dirt every which way. He was so fucking done. Her softened voice did little to cool him, at first. After a few kicks, however, her final words sank in and he was somewhat mollified. With an annoyed groan Jupiter quit digging and pinched his eyes shut. He refused to look at her. Why did he keep getting stuck playing therapist? He had his own problems to deal with; he didn't need anyone else's least of all hers. Jupiter sighed and offered the closest thing to an olive branch he was willing to give which in this instance was just a mellower voice and fewer curses. "What do you want me to say, Viper? You made this mess and you're gonna have to deal with it before you can do anything else. I ain't joining your pity party so can we just do this in silence?"