Apparently lightning can strike twice
Satira
Field Medic
11-05-2022, 11:13 PM
Cináed's demonstration of his functional tail was both a delight and a bit of ego-boosting triumph for the little wolf-dog girl. He had been her first ever real patient she'd ever tended to, and while she had faith in the lessons she'd learned from her estranged father and meek uncle, putting theory into practice had been a daunting task. She was just glad to know he hadn't ultimately lose the appendage to infection or anything like that. That marked Ciná as her first successful major operation. Woo, go her! But that was where the joy seemed to end, for as he moved on to her next question she saw his expression shift, turning more forlorn and uncomfortable. It was an odd expression on the usually cocksure wolf's face, one that seemed so out of place for him. Satira's own expression shifted to sneer her lip up a bit when the giant red and black wolf stated he wished he was just here to sleep with her again. "How charming..." she shot back, but her snide comment did little to deter Ciná as he revealed the true reason he had traveled so far to Boreas.
Satira balked when Ciná told her that he was homeless. His island paradise pack had fallen apart, the alpha taking his family to some distant lands for medical reasons. That left Cináed once more without a home and left behind to find his own way in the world. There was a part of Tira, a cold and scornful part of her locked deep away in her heart that wanted to laugh at karma kicking his ass, but she didn't. There was more empathy for the poor brute than there was vindictiveness in her heart. Besides, she'd mostly put behind what he'd said to her when she was a wee impressionable pup; she didn't need to seek out further revenge against him. "Oh, Ciná... I'm- I'm sorry." She didn't really know what else to say. Flopped over ears flicked back, bouncing against her skull with the movement while she watched him carefully, that furious gnawing need in her belly momentarily ignored by her concern for the young man.
Ciná spoke out some of his thoughts and feelings, a rarity for the typically aloof male, but in doing so he also revealed some more about his past and who he was to her. Tira was a clever girl. Her lessons as a Fatalis had taught her the existence of all the major packs in Ardent—more specifically, who led each one. She knew of only one pack that fell around the time she'd met Cináed. Incendium. That meant his father was the former alpha of the pack, Ignis Praetor. Now it dawned on the hybrid lady why he had been so reluctant to tell her his family name when they'd met. The Praetors weren't exactly taken to kindly in these lands. Tira's expression remained measured though, giving away nothing of her revelation while she just let Cináed talk. She didn't let on that she knew his identity—not yet, at least.
Eventually his golden orbs turned to lock onto her pale blue eyes once more, acting nonchalant and wearing his proud grin once more, asking if she wanted to take in his vagrant ass if she could handle living with him. Satira quirked an amused brow and shot him a smirk of her own. "Oh, if I could handle you, huh?" she quipped back, draping her slender forelegs over the lip of the pool to hoist her upper body partially out of the water, the excess water cascading from her fur to spill down the edge of the hot spring while she leaned in closer to him with a challenging grin on her lips. "What makes you think you could handle living with me? Maybe I'm too hot for you to handle, big boy. Ever consider that?" Tira's gaze ran appraisingly down Ciná's large, toned form, her eyes eating him up with an unabashed primal hunger stoked and incensed by her heat. "I'm living in my uncle's pack now. It's a pretty cushy place. I have my own den at the top of the falls just over here. It's big and spacious, quiet and private too. Lots of plush bedding, far too big for just little me, but I like to stretch out at night. I guess the only thing left to decide is what you can bring to the table." Tira cocked her head to the side, gazing up at Ciná through sultry, playful eyes, eager to see how he'd play along with her this time.
"Satira"
Satira balked when Ciná told her that he was homeless. His island paradise pack had fallen apart, the alpha taking his family to some distant lands for medical reasons. That left Cináed once more without a home and left behind to find his own way in the world. There was a part of Tira, a cold and scornful part of her locked deep away in her heart that wanted to laugh at karma kicking his ass, but she didn't. There was more empathy for the poor brute than there was vindictiveness in her heart. Besides, she'd mostly put behind what he'd said to her when she was a wee impressionable pup; she didn't need to seek out further revenge against him. "Oh, Ciná... I'm- I'm sorry." She didn't really know what else to say. Flopped over ears flicked back, bouncing against her skull with the movement while she watched him carefully, that furious gnawing need in her belly momentarily ignored by her concern for the young man.
Ciná spoke out some of his thoughts and feelings, a rarity for the typically aloof male, but in doing so he also revealed some more about his past and who he was to her. Tira was a clever girl. Her lessons as a Fatalis had taught her the existence of all the major packs in Ardent—more specifically, who led each one. She knew of only one pack that fell around the time she'd met Cináed. Incendium. That meant his father was the former alpha of the pack, Ignis Praetor. Now it dawned on the hybrid lady why he had been so reluctant to tell her his family name when they'd met. The Praetors weren't exactly taken to kindly in these lands. Tira's expression remained measured though, giving away nothing of her revelation while she just let Cináed talk. She didn't let on that she knew his identity—not yet, at least.
Eventually his golden orbs turned to lock onto her pale blue eyes once more, acting nonchalant and wearing his proud grin once more, asking if she wanted to take in his vagrant ass if she could handle living with him. Satira quirked an amused brow and shot him a smirk of her own. "Oh, if I could handle you, huh?" she quipped back, draping her slender forelegs over the lip of the pool to hoist her upper body partially out of the water, the excess water cascading from her fur to spill down the edge of the hot spring while she leaned in closer to him with a challenging grin on her lips. "What makes you think you could handle living with me? Maybe I'm too hot for you to handle, big boy. Ever consider that?" Tira's gaze ran appraisingly down Ciná's large, toned form, her eyes eating him up with an unabashed primal hunger stoked and incensed by her heat. "I'm living in my uncle's pack now. It's a pretty cushy place. I have my own den at the top of the falls just over here. It's big and spacious, quiet and private too. Lots of plush bedding, far too big for just little me, but I like to stretch out at night. I guess the only thing left to decide is what you can bring to the table." Tira cocked her head to the side, gazing up at Ciná through sultry, playful eyes, eager to see how he'd play along with her this time.
