i dare not go, for if i do, my mother will say...

As Haydée stands there, alone in the path of the creeping Raiders, she exchanges jovial words with Gilgamesh. While she has only met the male once or twice, she does not take this escapade personally, because, again, they are Raiders. There, in the driving rain, standing a hairs breathe from the chaos of a pack battle that stands in front of her, the small alpha looks to the Raid King. The smile slips and falters as sorrow fills her gaze and a deep, unfathomable regret that she simply cannot voice lingers in her wide eyes.

In that moment, before she calls for her pack, Haydée cries out to the attackers, “Please forgive my wolves! Whatever happens! We have been through a lot recently and they may not take this as lightly as I do.” With that, the small Leader begs those who trespass on her family’s land to forgive all that will transpire in the next several minutes and she turns her attention back Gil to implore, “Seek me out afterward. Please.” With that she calls her pack to her, summoning a wrath that she knows she cannot control.

The excitement is back, thrumming like electricity through her veins as she charges the much larger male and, if Haydée had noticed the two women flanking him, the young woman may have caught the suspicious looks being thrown around. Paws thunder against the ground, filling the air and beating out a rhythm that stands counter to that of the rain and she knows it is the sound of her pack rallying. As she moves and seeks to bite his back ankle while continuing to race around behind him, Gilgamesh throws a wrench into her plans (and it is pretty big one).

Reading her attack, the taller male decides to sit down, right on the area she is racing through. With a squeak of alarm, she abandons her attack and throws her body forward, sending her tumbling through the mud so that she is able to miss the huge butt that had been aimed her way. Quickly springing back up to her paws, Haydée releases a loud bark of laughter and teases, “Whoa, now! I thought this was a friendly fight! That thing almost smothered me.”

Laughter dances in her green gaze and she sticks out her tongue, a very childish thing to do but something the newly minted two-year-old cannot resist doing. All the sorrow she had felt mere seconds before is erased in the joyful fight she finds herself in. Speaking of fun… one of Haydée’s small paws that is hidden in the mud has been flexing, working the sodden earth into a more usable weapon.

Suddenly, her right foreleg cocks and she tosses a large mud-ball toward Gilgamesh’s face, aiming to try and splatter him with muddy while she shouts, “You asked for it!” Giggles fill the air as the compacted ball of earth, muck, and water is released from the paw and begins its flight toward the calico colored King. As it flies, she begins to pack another one in the hopes of releasing at him should he dodge the first one.

Is Haydée proud that she has allowed this raid fight to devolve into mud-slinging? … Yes. Yes, she is. Laughter fills the air around the fighting alphas.






Haydée vs Gilgamesh for Dominance (Raid)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus Steel Bowie Knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Brace/Vest
Companion 1: Male Northern Cardinal, 20"
Companion 2: Fossa, Female
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard


"Haydée Kedieo"