Chase Away The Demons

As expected when Jakart settled beside Callisto the healer would shift away so that there was no touching between them. Still strange after their mating, but one he had gotten used to and expected. But this time was different as he drew his paws underneath him, feeling her ebony pelt brushing against his side. But the contact grew into to something more whole, and he could feel more presently the way she shook like a leaf in the breeze, their eyes meeting. Jakart could almost see her mind turning through her eyes as she started to recount her dream... nightmare.

Callisto began with saying that it was the same one, though she hadn't had it in a while. She had been searching for two pups, and right away Jakart knew his assumption after their first session when she was in heat had been right. Her heated words after their first time mating about taking an herb so their wouldn't be any pups this time. This time. Having another accident. Jakart began to grow numb. He knew it. Knew that she had been no fair maid when she had lain for him the first time to appease her heat. But her tale continued, a scene of a ship grounded in the snow at the edge of a forest, the pups cries driving her need to find them amidst a growing snowstorm. One that grew worse and hard to see in, and someone was following her, stalking his prey that was the dreamer amidst the snow storm, Callisto.

Jakart gave a knowing nod, ears intent on listening. But her story didn't end where it should have. Callisto's dream was now suddenly dark, 'He' whoever that was, was with her, back in a cavern where it had happened. He felt her tremble against him, Jakarts mind drawing towards one horrible conclusion as everything between the two of them began to snap into place. But he couldn't interrupt, not when she was still continuing with her story. His ears pinned forward as his friend continued with but a whisper, feeling her quaking next to him. Callisto uttered what he knew to be true, but not how he wished it had happened. The male is the cavern had his paws around her now and was pulling her back towards him to commit the vile deed. And just as the son of bitch had his hips up against hers Callisto had been shaken awake. Jakart stared back at her, the growing rage that locked his teeth together and furrowed his brow into a tight scowl. And already he felt his emotions dissipate with the way she looked at him. Simply saying it was a nightmare.

A nightmare about her being raped, stopped before she had to relive the lengthy deed forced upon her. Already Jakart felt felt her jaws along his throat, the way she had snarled at him when he had rose upon her back those two seasons ago to help dull her heat. The way she wanted him to distract her from coming back from the north. And he did, he mindlessly did so to see to his friends physical satisfaction. And he had done so to both of their pleasure, but Jakart knew, just knew that she had been thinking of her time in the caverns being violated underneath the male. The grey wolf scooted even closer up against her pelt and wordlessly draped a foreleg across her shoulder. He was here for Callisto in whatever capacity she needed him to be.