Snow day play

Was she following Rogue’s scent?

Yes.

Would she ever admit it?

Over her cold, dead body.

Emerging from the borders of Elysium, Nimue was hot on his trail, following him into the uncharted region of the North. Snow flurries danced around her, covering Rogue’s paw prints in the snow but Nimue was a skilled tracker - a lithe predator who excelled in stalking prey, big or small. It was easy to go unseen, given her tiny size. But with the endless backdrop of snow, she stood out with her earth colored coat. She had to be conscious of her surroundings, choosing to stay near the bases of the towering pines. She couldn’t give herself away. Eventually, a layer of snow had built over her back, starting to weigh her down as she traveled deeper into the tundra. And the damn wind didn’t help either- it chilled her down to her bones. Pulling her panther pelt over her shoulders, she burned away some of the cold.. But it didn’t help with making her blend in.

Approaching a foreign structure, Nimue passes through the broken entrance, emerging on the other side. Rogue’s scent is strong here, coating the mangled stone. But so was someone else’s. Her pelt started to bristle, a visceral reaction - one she didn’t understand, but didn’t dwell on. Sinking down, she prowls across the terrain, following their scents with a scowl on her face. She wanted to know what Rogue was doing- why he left Elysium, or really, why he never joined.

Coming around a bend, Nimue is taken by complete surprise- a feverous scene unfolding before her, the scent of pheromones dancing in the air. The second she sees his dark, celestial pelt she ducks down, pressing against a boulder to keep her out of immediate sight. Peeking from behind, she assesses the situation, her little jaw dropping in disbelief. Rogue was on his back. Some girl was straddling him. They were talking, but she couldn’t make out the words. And Rogue was… was he humping her? Her mouth snapped shut, lips pulling into a firm line.

A jolt of foreign emotion erupted inside of her- jealousy festering in her abdomen, bubbling into her throat until it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, her sharpened claws digging into the snow as she watched them nearly fuck in front of her. They looked so perfect together, so effortless as they flirted and bantered, lost in their conversation. This must be why Rogue refused to join Elysium- refused to see his uncle in his final weeks. Why he refused to stay with them- with her his broken family he claimed to care about.

But it wasn’t just jealousy that coursed through Nimue- there was resentment, a sense of abandonment, betrayal. Truly, she hadn’t formed much of a relationship with the male- they bickered, fought, tried to level with each other but it always ended in mixed emotions. But to Nimue, that was far more than what she gave most wolves. It meant something to her. He meant something to her. What, she didn’t exactly know. But it was enough to cause a whirlwind of emotions, their borderline sex scene acting as the catalyst.

And it was enough to send her into a fight or flight mode. Only, Nimue didn't know when to flee. Emotion consumed her. Her breaths became labored, her jaw clenched, and her muscles tensed with primal fury. When he squeezed the harlots bottom, pulling her harder into him, Nimue had seen enough. Like a bat out of hell, she rushed out from her hiding place, sprinting forward with lightening speed. Closing in, she leaps off of her hind legs, front paws outstretched as she attempts to slam straight into Kaino, to shove her off of Rogue. Her jaws open, and she’s biting at the larger woman’s neck, trying to grab her.


Nimue vs Kaino for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: >1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Black crystal claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: panther’s skull
Companion 1: Tibetan Mastiff, male - battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician