It was a good thing the girl listened well. Maybe it was their kindness that kept her moving along. Ha! Kindness wasn't truthfully in their vocabulary, but Idris did like to humor himself privately from time to time. After retrieving her from the brush out in the delta, he makes sure to keep her in front of him and Matija as they move toward the mangrove forest. Occasionally, his nose juts out to jab at her buttocks or thigh and maybe even his teeth grasp at her tail. Though he's exhausted, he's not exhausted enough to not mess with her. With the past hopefully behind them, up in flame and smoke, Idris feels as if he can begin to relax. Once they're in the confines of shade and cool, clean water, he moves past Matija and Cambria to plop himself down in the shallows. Oh how it felt lovely to rid himself of the effects of the ocean. Keeping his cheek on the dry land, his eyes half-closed, he watches Cambria and where she goes. If she felt like joining him or simply getting a drink, that was fine. If she wanted to find a corner to hide in, he wouldn't stop her, for now. Taking a few laps of water in the meantime, he rolls over onto his back and lets out a sigh. "Lovely vacation we're having, aren't we?" Idris jokes, more to Matija than he is to Cambria. Idris Ashcroft

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Constant harassment was something that Cambria was used to, unfortunately. As the trio walked, the woman expected to be picked at. She was nothing more than the brothers' plaything, after all. At least, that's what they told her. All of the time. Every day. She was alive and breathing at their mercy alone. What she had done to gain their ire, Cambria couldn't quite tell you, but it didn't matter. The big brutes looked down upon her and that was knowledge enough.

Nips and nudges prompted the striped fae to tuck her tail, spine curling to pull her hips inward, instinctively making herself smaller; less of a target. Ears pinned against her skull and the slender fae put a bit more speed in her steps, just in case that's what Idris was trying to silently tell her. It was always something.

Once they arrived beneath the shade of the mangroves, the cool earth and lack of blaring sun seemed to do them all well. Cambria skirted off to the side, anxious. She never knew what the brothers had planned so it was better to wait and see before she decided what to do herself. Idris sank into the water with a joke and Bria's ears flicked backwards for just a moment. Vacation... The only home she'd ever really known was gone. Destroyed and burned to the ground. She had nothing now. Nothing but Idris and Matija.

The earthen fae gave the pair a wide berth but she also felt the need to cleanse herself of the itchy, sticky salt. Padding into the water, an audible moan of pleasure left the woman as she sank down to her chin. A pink tongue protruded, wetting itself as she consumed much needed water. After that, she did much the same as Idris, placing her chin upon one outstretched foreleg on the bank.

"Cambria"

Cam is involved in very adult, triggering situations. Viewer discretion is advised.

Idris and Matija can, and will, enter any thread that Cambria is in. By agreeing to RP with her, you agree to this.

Reminding Cambria that it was on their kindness, good will, and graces alone that she survived had become something of a sport for Matija. Making sure the girl knew that the dangers outside were worse than the ones inside. She relied on them, after all. A bit of nipping at her heels was par for the course. For as loose and normal as he tries to appear, Matija's head is on a swivel. They had yet to come across any locals, but it would only be a matter of time.

The Mangrove provided relative safety. Good cover, easy fishing, fresh water-- everything they'd need for now. They could set up camp here and get their bearings. Taking a moment to make sure they hadn't been followed, that there were no other predators lurking in the shadowed waters, before relaxing. Couldn't be too careful. Couldn't be too concerned.

Gaze bright, he pounces toward Cambria, stopping short with a splash and a rakish laugh-- playful. Playful from anyone else. Right, maybe Matija is enjoying himself too much. Shoulders rolling, a grin playing on his face. "Vacation, prolonged camping trip, same difference." Stepping a bit deeper, farther away from the pair, Mati shifts and rolls into the water, flopping down dramatically. Scrubbing himself beneath the surface before coming up with a flourish.

Satisfied with his rolling, he speaks on coming up. "Looks like it's autumn here. Saw some trees starting to change in the distance, far up the coast as I came in. This should be far enough south to be comfortable for the time being." Matija thinks aloud, mostly to Idris. Hashing out his thoughts, laying his notes on the table now that they were finally stationary for a bit.

Idris watches Cambria as she moves to relax in the water near him. His eyes linger on her, secretly admiring the beauty he sees in her. Unfortunately for Cambria, he's a vile creature and romance isn't in his vocabulary. Instead, he imagines how digging his claws into her skin would feel oh so sweet as her blood bubbles to the surface. Pulled quickly from his daydream as Matija splashes water toward Cambria, a few droplets splashing across his own features, Idris turns a snarl toward his brother. A watch it sort of threat before his expression relaxes and he lays back down to rest his face against a foreleg. Letting out a sigh, Idris turns his gaze up to the mangrove canopy to watch the leaves shift with the breeze. He takes in his brother's words, an audible hum leaving him. "Suppose that means we can have fun with Cambria without any repercussions," Idris teases, his gaze moving rakishly over her feminine figure before moving back up to the canopy and sky above them. Idris wasn't an idiot and knew very much about the seasons of females and having pups now was not in their cards. "This place, how large do we think it is?" He muses aloud, mostly to Matija, wanting to stay stationary, but if there was a better place for them to make camp, he wouldn't be opposed. Idris Ashcroft

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The tabby-coated woman is quiet. Oh so quiet. She listens to the brother's talk, keeping her mouth shut while remaining vigilant. Cambria always had to be on her toes around the monochromatic pair. She was ready when Mati pounced at her, tensing and lifting her head so that her nose wouldn't be submerged. Still, water splashed across her face and even into her eyes. A little sound of protest was released before she gave her head a shake, blinking hard against the excess liquid.

While her eyes were closed, a growl sounded and, thankfully, it wasn't directed at her. She could hear splashing from behind and, when she opened her eyes again, she noted that Idris' own gaze was all for her. His words sent heat flooding through her core and Bria dug her claws into the bank. A prisoner, a plaything, a toy... but she was theirs and that did something to her inside. Stockholm Syndrome? Perhaps... but the captive woman would have done anything to please the pair of brothers.

"Cambria"