Being pregnant fucking sucked.
It felt like she was a host to several tiny parasites, demanding her to feed them and accommodate their needs. In truth, Medusa supposed it wasn?t much different than motherhood. In fact, she supposed it must have been much the same. Except, this was probably better. She didn?t have to hear whining or crying, and could still go wherever she wanted to. God, she was already shaping up to be a terrible mother. She didn?t exactly care. Deteste knew what she had promised, and that was what she would keep up with. Medusa doubted she would ever love her children, but at the very least they would never find themselves neglected.
Today the Madame had left Amenti, finding herself soaking up the sun. She had not a care in the world, laying upon her back and exposing her belly to the rays of the sun. It wove its tendrils into her dark fur, warming her up slowly but surely, relaxing her. It felt nice, to finally not have to give a shit, to be alone for a few minutes. She would relax and enjoy, not caring for anything that might be lurking nearby.

Hazardous claws gripped bark as the lord watched his prey from a branch. He was high in his true element,the treetops, and was on the hunt for something tasty. There was a large diversity of animals here, but at this moment he had his eyes set on a particular piece of meat. From what he could see it looked like a darker animal basking in the sun, perhaps a doe or cow of some sort. Boulders covered the majority of it's body, but Kusugra could still see the faint outlines of a tail and head peeking out from the sides. Salmon colored tongue caressed inky lips as he rolled his shoulders back. If he were to succeed in this hunt he would have to stalk from the ground, then pounce from behind the rocks and on top of the animal while it was distracted.

Paws kissed the earth silently as the man jumped down from his position. He body lowered toward the earth as he slithered forward, his paw steps deathly silent. He was coming closer, and closer, and closer. His pupils widened to the size of saucers, his shoulders rolled back, and his hips raised up and down as she prepared himself for the pounce. He could almost hear it's heart beating and taste it's blood. He was ready. With a forceful push on his back legs he leaped upward, claws grasping the boulders edge as he pulled himself over it. Lips were curled to reveal his sharpened fangs, and his claws were extended to grasp the animal and hold it down. He was attempting to grab it and sink his teeth into it's skull, giving the killing blow to finish it off.

She should?ve been more careful, for in an instant she found herself covered by a dark frame, one hulking with power. Immediately she would act, seeking to slam her right front paw into the creature?s left eye, hoping to at least give it pause enough to realize that she was not easy prey. Her bodice would seek to flip over and rush forwards, his teeth biting into the scruff of her neck instead of her skull. By this point she hoped the beast would realize she was not easy prey; she knew cats were opportunists, hunting only the sick or the injured, the small animals that would not provide them much fight.
Nonetheless, she was prepared to call for him if she should need it. She had a small pack, but they would back her up if they situation called for it. ?I don?t think I?m quite as delicious as you might think, pussy cat,? she growled, not fighting just yet but hoping that the black beast would receive her message. I am not going to give up easily.

this is nooootttt heerrreeeee -hides-

The animal would instantly react by swiping a paw at his left eye, but with his forward advancement toward its skull, it was placed below its target. Her paw managed to smack him right below his eye and on his cheek, but the fight wouldn't stop his attack- at least not yet. Fangs sunk into her scruff despite his effort to snag her skull, which was fine, because now he could simply sever her spinal cord. He inhaled deeply, tasting her flesh, pelt, and estrogen as he took it all in. This was when he realized that she wasn't prey, but instead, a woman worth releasing. He released her and took a step back, almost missing her words in his confusion. He managed to get a good look at her, his pale blue eyes wide. She was beautiful, she was glowing. His eyes glanced toward her belly, but he saw no lump, so she probably wasn't pregnant. Maybe he could change that. "Lo que una hermosa mujer que es." (what a beautiful woman you are.) His voice was smooth and gentle despite his blood lust a few moments ago. "Excuse me senorita, I thought you were someone else." Not necessarily someone else, but something else. He thought she was prey, but now that he got a good look at her, she was a gorgeous woman.

Azalea followed the line of the river, slowly but surely working her way back home. The west was calling her name bidding she return home to Valhalla. Te female was left with sour feeling in her belly, unsure of what she should think anymore about anything. She knew how she felt about Sarak and this gave her enough awareness to know what the feeling was that has blossomed in her chest after meeting Vixe. There were too many responsibilities put upon her! How could she manage her heart among all the other things she had to do? It was just too much to ask. More and more she was being expected to be a good Heir. She had large paws to fill and think many feared she would lead as her father had, and clearly that hadn't impressed anyone. Wild at heart she just wanted to live freely and was beginning to feel muffled by her pack, finding herself away from home more than a few time recently. Until a day again she had been avoiding Sarak, then he had stumbled upon her in the North of all places. To be honest, she wasn't sure how it made her feel. She had been glad to see him but at the same time she self suffocated, like he had purposely followed her. She cared deeply for him but it didn't seem that she liked him nearly as much as he liked her. He had told Vixe that she was the one who held his heart in her paws but she felt like maybe she was holding it in her fangs. The female stopped walking, eyes landing on a dark she-wolf sprawled on her back. The way she lay made her stomach look funny and she couldn't help but wonder if the female was fat. Pregnancy wasn't something that really came to mind, especially since when she thought of pregnant wolves she thought of bloated wolves waddling around. She was in motion again, approaching without caution. Another creature appeared suddenly, causing her to give pause to reevaluate the situation. Her eyes were wide with dismay to see the onyx panther upon the woman, instinct pushing her to rush forward to the rescue. Like some heroine she arrived at the scene, tail up and teeth barred. "Hey!" Was all she said, not really sure what else she could say, honestly.

She was tense and livid, prepared to fight to free herself. Perhaps once upon a time she might have let nature take its course, but now she had to live. She had to live to protect Jupiter. The gates of hell would have to wait another day before they could open for her, and thankfully it would seem the cat would realize that she was not to be trifled with. The Spanish words which flowed from his lips were understood to Medusa, who had been taught the majority of languages, and she would snort as she put distance between herself and the feline. ? Suenas como un hombre que quiere algo,? (You sound like a man who wants something) she noted, then noticing another had arrived at the scene.
It was a ivory-covered woman, her face kissed by russet except for a dribble of gentle white. A beauty come to save her from the big bad pussy cat? ?If it isn?t my lovely little guardian angel,?she crooned, turning her moonlight-colored eyes upon the Spanish-speaking cat. ?What sort of creature did you think I was, se?or?? she inquired. Certainly she didn?t look like a deer or a rabbit, but perhaps this cat was rather dull.

The she-wolf backed away from him and he did not follow after her; instead he stood still, icy gaze never leaving her bodice. He hadn't seen another female that wasn't prey in a long time, and honestly he got rather lonely. What if he would have killed her? Who knows when he would meet another friend. He waited for her to do something more, and when she spoke to him in Spanish he couldn't help but smile. "?C?mo puedo yo no ser intrigado por una mujer que habla mi idioma nativo?" (How can I not be intrigued by a woman who speaks my native language?") He paused for a moment so she could soak up what he had said, then continued. "Eres una delicia que te lo aseguro." (You are a delicacy I assure you.) He watched her carefully, taking note of everything she did. From every breath to every muscle spasm he watched her with intensity. If she were to strike, he would be ready, and he would not hesitate to kill her. Pretty or not if she was dangerous, he would put her in the earth.

Another woman came onto the scene, except she was making a big ruckus. She was charging toward them, teeth bared, and voice echoing as she yelled "hey!" in English. Kusugra didn't exactly enjoy speaking English, he wasn't particularly good at it. He watched her run up to them, but he kept his cool. The smile on his face straightened out to a dull expression, but he did not back away or hiss at the little lady. " ?Un ?ngel del cielo? Me siento honrado un poco, pero no tendr? que salvar a alguien hoy en d?a." ( An angel from heaven? I am honored little one, but you will not need to save anyone today.) His voice was gentle and soothing despite his attack a few moments ago. He was good at going from one extreme to another when needed. His gaze turned back toward the darker female, but he kept his peripheral vision on the little ivory gal. Neither of them could be trusted, as well as him. Little did they know that beneath the charm was a twisted man. "La roca, estaba en mi camino. Yo s?lo pod?a ver partes de ti y asum? que eras presa. Su cr?neo era visible, as? que fui por ella. Yo no he interactuado con empresa en mucho tiempo, perd?name. Estoy un poco oxidado y cuesta mucho diciendo que es un amigo, y que es comida." (The rock, it was in my way. I could only see parts of you, and assumed you were prey. Your skull was visible, so I went for it. I have not interacted with company in a very long time, forgive me. I am a little rusty and have a hard time telling who is a friend, and who is food.)

Silvery eyes of the ebony wolf found Azalea as she stopped upon the scene. In one swift and fluid glance the she-wolf seemed to take in every inch of Azalea and seemed content in her assessment. ?If it isn?t my lovely little guardian angel,? Her words flowed easy, almost lazily, as her eyes made back to the dark cat. ?What sort of creature did you think I was, se?or?? Azalea looked mildly confused for a moment but caught on quickly enough. So the exotic cat thought the canid was some type of prey creature? The two had split apart, the wolf putting some space between herself and the big cat. The cat's large intense eyes found her and her fur stood on end lightly. She didn't get a reaction from him, though. Instead he looked back to the other wolf and began to speak in a tongue that Azalea did not know. It wasn't something she had ever worried about and her ears perked up, head tipping heavily to one side and then the other as she listened. It was about the oddest thing she had ever heard and was gibberish! In all honesty Azalea didn't know how to proceed at this point so she looked to the other wolf expectantly, clearly the feline seemed to be waiting on her to respond. Speech,

The cat would continue to speak in a foreign language, a language which the russet-kissed babe did not understand, judging by the expression on her face. All the same, Medusa was intrigued by the cat, whom seemed keen to toss flirtations at her despite the difference in species. ?Palabras tan dulces, lo voy a hacer contigo, gato del gatito?? (Such sweet words, whatever shall I do with you, pussy cat?) she crooned, teasing above anything else. Although she supposed the cat might not understand, but that would be his issue. Medusa was not going to sleep with any men for the duration of her pregnancy; even if she was a serpent and did not often feel the need to uphold promises, she would for Deteste. She didn?t feel like she could betray her co-alpha in such a way.
He would continue to talk in Spanish, leaving Medusa to be the translator, a fact which made her grin rather wickedly. If he kept this up, perhaps she could have some fun with twisting his words around. ?He says that you do not need to trouble yourself with saving anyone today,? she said, and then she would listen to his explanation. ?Conf?a en m?, se?or, yo no soy el tipo de criatura que usted quiere devorar. Al menos, no en la manera que quer?a,? (Trust me, mister, I am not the sort of creature who you would want to devour. At least, not in the way you intended) she crooned before turning her attention once more to the girl.
?He could not see me very well and mistook me for prey, apparently. I thank you for your willingness to help, however. It is certainly nice to know that there exist decent souls within the kingdoms,? she said, noticing the scent of Valhalla upon the girl?s pelt. She was an ally, eh? It was definitely good to get to know one?s allies.

Kusugra

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He payed little attention to the ivory dame. It was apparent that she did not know his native language, and he would much rather speak Spanish than English any day- so he put her on the back burner. The darker female before him was far more interesting and had something to offer. "Para empezar, puede hacer referencia a m? como un rey, no un gatito. Pues ver?s, en mi reino lejos de aqu?, era rey." ( For starters, you can refer to me as a king, not a pussy cat. For you see, in my kingdom far from here, I was king.) Back in the Amazon he was a king of a large territory consiting of a few members, all females. His father had been king, but when Kusugra had reached maturity, he took the kingdom from his fathers grasp- but the victory was short lived. A plague consumed the jungle and all his subjects died a horrid death- except for him. He managed to avoid the contaminated food, and once he realized there was nothing left for him, he moved on.

He listened to her switch from English to Spanish, and he understood her both times, but for now, he would play it off as if he mainly spoke in Spanish. Which he did, but he did know English. He just felt like it sounded jumbled and raspy when he spoke it, so he avoided using it if possible. The darker she-wolf spoke with sensual intentions, and the man couldn't help but purr lightly and take a daring step toward her. "Seducirme, peque?o." (You entice me, little one). Thunderous purring ended his words as he looked at her hungrily. She enjoyed playing games didn't she? But instead of making another remark she turned to the lighter female and explained what he had said. Kingdoms? What kingdoms did she speak of? Mutt kingdoms, or feline kingdoms? He was so curious.




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