Speech // thought

"Selene, I know it's uncomfortable but you'll be fine if you put your paw down. You don't have to stay and rest, you can go play!" Petulant whines from her littlest was her answer as the little one limped from one end of the nest to the other. Ignita was *this* close to snapping and kicking her beloved baby outside.

"My love, either cry it out or-" she paused and snapped her ears to the door as she heard his particular We have a guest knock. She scrunched her nose.

"Come in! - No more options, baby, if it's really bugging you go tell Ollie it still hurts. I seem to have some business to attend to." She was saying as they entered the door. She tried her best to tidy a few things around the den.

The littlest white and blue baby girl limped to the door dejected and a sorrowful. Until she saw her dad and the stranger, so she lingered a moment too long with interest.

"Now!" Came Ignita's impatient voice, her tail flicked in annoyance that made the littlest tear up and stormed the rest of her way out.

Ignita stared after Selene, her face deadpan and distant as she attempted to switch gears and try not to bury her face in the furs and scream. One of her eyebrows twitched.

With a heavy sigh, she lifted her face to Bas who instantly helped her melt and she could find a smile for him. That was until her eyes fell on the petite stature of a poor little girl marred and painted like a sunset.

"Hi!" She greeted with a cheerful strain, her golden eyes flicking back up to Bas with a wildness in them. Her eyebrow twitched.

His new slave proved she was capable of some speed. Enough that he didn't feel compelled to carry him in his jaws like a pup. 


When he pushed open The door to their den, he was greeted by the sight of Ignita scolding one of their brood. He gave Selene a stern look and closed the door behind her.


“Ignita, my love.” He said, stepping forward and greeting her with a kiss. “I found this creature with a rope about her neck. She'll be staying in Yaras den” since that woman had vanished on them. They'd been housing her down the corridor to help with the puppies.

They were given permission to enter and as they exited there was a small child exiting the room. She'd heard the commotion inside but it wasn't her business. As the pup stopped and starred she glanced at her. It was strange to see someone smaller than herself. She gave a blink or two, before averting her eyes and limping after Basilisk as he entered. The yell of now had her jumping and moving faster to be on Basilisk's heels. It might of been for the pup but she was conditioned to know yelling meant to get her ass in gear before something bad happened. Her eyes lifted but her head didn't as she glanced up The woman he called Ignita was small but not as small as herself. He called her his love so she averted her eyes. Must be the Mistress of his household. She noted to herself the mistress had a temper and pressed her ears. Though the bubbly hello wasn't missed. Then he was explaining how he had found her. A creature he called her, she supposed if he didn't want her name then that was likely what he would be calling her. at least creature was better than bitch or stupid though. So what was she supposed to address the woman as? She was intelligent enough not to ignore the hello. She dipped her head and made no sound. Best to see what this Mistress would expect of her, and how she would treat her. "Speech"

She returned his kiss as if it were a rejuvenating drink. Just having him close made the muscles in her face relax and the tension in her shoulders melt. She sighed into his fur for a half moment as she listened to his introduction of the new member. She gasped as she heard how he had found her!

"Oh! You poor thing!" Ignita exclaimed, concerned, "Who would do such a thing?" She asked taking a step toward the girl, "Has Ollie taken a look at you already? Oh, Yes I see the treatment now. What's your name?" She asked sweetly, reaching her paw out to gently clasp the girl's own. With her practice with Yara and a little with Vesper, she knew she couldn't be anyone else but herself, even around other slaves. She had been one herself.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"

Basilisk snorted in mild amusement as Ignita turned her attention to the slave. She was far too gentle on them, she desired friendship too much when she was a leader. He eyed them together a moment as Ignita reached for the others paws. A sly thought flitted through his mind, and he smiled. “She's a lovely gold, isn't she?” He said conversationally, as if it was an idle speculation and not a lead up to something else.


“I bet if she had children, they'd look just like yours.” He winked at Ignita, who was still rather mad about his proclamation that she would never bear another litter. Moving passed his wife as he did so, moving into the supply room which was the first door on the left. Grabbing some basic blankets and food. Leaving Ignita to digest that as he prepared what the slave would need.

She kept her eyes averted as they kissed. It felt like she was intruding. Were her new master and mistress always so open about their affection? She had to wonder. Then Ignita was gasping about how she had been found and she had very little warning and the woman was upon her with questions. Damn she was having issues keeping up with the rapid fire questions. But she finally finished with asking her name. She had answered most of her own questions otherwise. "Teegra.... But I am accustomed to being named whatever my masters deem me...." The reach for her wasn't rewarded with a touch on her end. Her paw lifted and gripped her shoulder again. Not that is was in pain but she was definitely uncomfortable. She tended to do that a lot she guessed when she was having anxiety or insecurities. Then the Warlord was speaking once more and she turned her wide eyes to him. Shock and then panic setting in. Shit! Eyes going back and forth between them while she leaned back from them. Was this common here? He'd said slaves weren't allowed to breed though! Scared nose inclining to protect her throat and ears pressing. IF there was anything she learned about past tempered masters and mistresses it was always cover your throat. Eyes were diverting but shock was still on her face. If this was some joke between them, she wasn't finding it funny. "Speech"

ooc: perms for iggy to lash out and any attack she wants to deal to Tee is allowed to land <3

Speech // thought

The girl gave her a name, Teegra. It was such a sweet name and Ignita could see how well it fit the little wolf.

She tilted her head to Basilisk as he mentioned her lovely golden coat, she was about to agree as if it was just idle chit-chat until he let the bomb drop between them.

The blood drained from Ignita's face as her paws suddenly went cold. She dropped her proffered paw like it was a dead weight and her golden eyes searched the little girl's stature looking for... anything... something! Her face went deadpan again as her golden eyes drank in the ginger and golden pelt of the other girl, much smaller than herself. She could barely breathe. This was a cruel joke, he couldn't do that to her! To either of them!

The silence stretched out as she swallowed, her eyes clung to Basilisk as she watched him leave the room to the storage. Her eyes landed back on the girl.

"He can't be serious..." She whispered, as if to herself, and as if to assure the girl before her who looked just as terrified. Her breath shuddered in her throat.

"What-" She started sharply as he returned, but she steadied her breath again and tried more softly, "What could you possibly mean by that? Are you trying to scare her?" She asked him, clearly disbelieving he was serious, he had to have decided to make it all a joke!

His eyes levelled on Ignita as he returned with a few basic supplies. She didn't know it yet, but this was the consequence of her actions. He wouldn't let her shy from the thought. She had to know exactly what it meant to push him on this matter. “After our wedding, my grandfather pulled me aside and told me a truth he had intended to take to the grave.” His eyes flicked to the slave for a moment. He understood that the previous Warlord did not want this to get out, and why. “You will keep the things we say to yourself, or you'll find your last master's final actions were a kindness.” He addressed her directly with the warning, before his eyes found Ignita again.


A hint of anger bled through his words. Seeing her almost die to bring their children to this world had truly shaken him. “He told me that before my grandmother sacrificed herself, she was dying. That her body was failing, as a consequence of baring litters of oversized children. You are not expendable, Ignita. If you push me on this matter, I will give you children. Just not the way you want them.”

He left her there with his wife and Teegra was about to start hyperventilating. This was not an okay joke! The woman looked just as shocked as she felt and she was thankful there wasn't anger at her for it. At least she wasn't being accused of making her master unfaithful. It would be a baseless accusation. Her mistress let out a sentence and Teegra was frightened. She wasn't sure if he was serious either. Shit! Fuck! Fuck! She started backing away carefully. She needed to get out before something was done to her she didn't know if she wanted, or this woman killed her for daring to have something to do with a situation out of her control. Then he was returning and she was twisting so her front half faced both. A cornered and scared animal was a good way to describe her. If she ran she wouldn't get far, and she wouldn't make it on her own. She was in deep she guessed. Ears pressed and wide eyes were flitting between the two. Then he was answering the mistress and threatening her. A gulp was taken. She folded her entire body back on her heels, backing herself into a corner. She wanted nothing to do with that threat so she just nodded. She wasn't sure she could find her voice right now. His explanation had her already panicked form lowering and pressing as close to the wall as possible. He intended to use her this way? Was this her purpose? To die bearing oversized children as he put it. Her eyes went to Ignita in panic, she wasn't sure who was the lesser evil in the moment, but the woman she was able to figure out held her life in her paws. If she wanted children, he would make Teegra bear them.... and he was from what she could figure the head honcho around here so no one would bat an eye at a this she expected. Shit she was really in deep now. And she had only just learned what a heat cycle was. The thought causing another gulp to come to her throat. "Speech"

Speech // thought

Her eyes danced between his then her gaze fell to the floor between his feet. Sirius had said this? Her ears flattened as it finally struck her, her nose turning away from him. The anger in his voice twisted a knot in her chest, a vestige of control slipping from her grasp like dry sand. She looked back at the poor petrified little slave, backing herself into a corner. Vibrant purple eyes wide in terror as Ignita held her fate in her paws.

A shuddering sigh shook her chest as she struggled to uphold her composure. Her face came back to look at him. But her eyes were distant, glassed over by barely contained grief. She opened her mouth to murmur but it wouldn't come. She tried again-

"- Then..." Her voice broke as she closed her eyes. Her lip curled indignantly, her body trembled as she growled while her reaction mounted,
"Then I guess what we have is all we get! Get out!" She snarled and turned away from him, hiding the angry tears away from him. She wanted a moment of peace to grieve and cry it out.

Basilisk rolled his eyes at the terrified, slowly backing slave. “You've been mangled, rendered nose blind, and hung with the intention of your death, but words have you quivering?” He has thought she might be made of sterner stuff than that. Perhaps he should have left her hanging. Her color had the possibility of serving his intentions, but she was hardly the only orange wolf out there.


While his attention was on the slave, his wife started to fall apart in front of him. When Ignita cried, he generally went one of two ways. Do everything he could to fix it, or lose himself to anger. Today, that anger had the touch of exasperation. “No.” He growled, smacking a paw to the earth in front him. Heavy enough to leave a gouge in the stone. “You, to your room. And don't come out until you find some inner fucking strength or something.” He snarled at the slave, pointing at a room down the corridor and to the left. He waited until shebhad fled before turning back to Ignita. “Is your life not what you wanted it to be? Have I not given you everything?” He snarled at her.

Speech // thought

Ignita pinned her ears back and refused to look at him. She couldn't hide the way her body jumped at his massive paw smack on the ground. It reminded her of some children of theirs...

She tried not to cower, she held her head level, her back to him as he snarled at the new slave. Her tail was tucked tightly against her side as he turned back to her and her body betrayed her with a flinch.

"You have! We have everything we ever wanted!" She snapped back, "There's no need for the slave for that purpose! You don't want more children from me, then you don't get more children!" She growled. She was obviously of more use to him without her body. Why would she so blatantly give it to him if he wasn't prepared for the consequences of such unions?

She was mid panic attack as Basilisk snapped at her. She could see anger and her ears pressed as far back as they could. Yes she had had all that and more done to her, but the words he had said before had been like throwing her in a icey river. Shocking and bone chilling. He was using her as a scapegoat to not have children with his wife anymore, and expected her to lay down and be fine with it? He hadn't even consulted his wife from the sounds and looks of it. Ignita looked ready to explode and she wanted to be nowhere near that when it happened. She'd take the rope any day to being beat for something she had no part in or control over. Eyes went to the floor as the panic was settling into other emotions. He then was hollering and she was moving with her body low, and limp trying to hide it. Try to find inner strength? was he fucking kidding? She had been a slave for her entire life. Her best strength was learning to adapt and survive. She made for the room as fast as she could and shoved inside and slammed the door behind her. Her back pressed against the door as she sunk to the floor. Breaths heaving as she fought off tears. Today had been a lot and she really didn't want anything to do with leaving the room until shit had calmed down and hopefully someone would come to explain shit more. She was confused and scared and frustrated and if she was honest with herself, hurt. But she wasn't going to show them that. She looked about the room and sighed before rising and starting to busy herself with cleaning it. -exit Teegra unless called for/needed again- "Speech"

Basilisk could feel a headache coming on, and he rubbed his head with a huff of frustration. Surrounded by disagreeable women. And who's fault was that? At least one had gone, and he didn't have to deal with her quivering form in the corner any longer. That just left him and Ingita. His wife… who clearly thought she had some shred of leverage in this relationship. 


He prowled closer to her, utterly silent on the stone floor. He reached her tiny form, and leaned back on his haunches. Using his forelegs to manipulate her body, to turn her towards him. So small, so fragile. She may have gained some inner strength, but it seemed her body would never follow suit. Less than half his height, a great deal less than half in weight class, and built in delicate angles.


He extended a claw and brushed it through the fur above her eyes. “My dear Ignita. You belong to me, in body and soul. Who are you to deny me anything?” the last was said in a soothing whisper, as if they were words of comfort.

Speech // thought

He manipulated her body to face him, she pulled her arm out of his touch but to no avail. He probably hadn't even felt her tug away from him, such was his strength. Her body faced him, her face was still angled away. Hot tears ran down her cheeks in full view. Ignita's face scowled and defiant.

She closed her eyes with a huff as she felt his claw over her brow. Dangerously sharp with the strength to rip her heart out if he truly chose to. Her muscles trembled and twitched as he whispered the tender subversive threat. She opened her eyes as her heart shook against her chest. He wouldn't... would he? There was a part of her that hoped he wouldn't. Prayed he wouldn't... Was she strong enough to test it? He was always so gentle... Was this the side of him that he had hidden away from her?

No... it was there from their first day. She had just... forgotten. There weren't many mirrors to remind her of the scar on her face.

"I'm your wife...." She whispered in a trembling voice, refusing to look at him, not out of deference but out of defiance, and yet her voice was a plaintive plea. The blue tattoo on her arm where he had painted it when he said his vows. "... You... vowed... to protect me" Her tone grew more steady and stronger.

"You vowed to give me the best of yourself!" She snapped as she finally brought her gaze up to his, her inner fire returned.

He raised his other paw, and gently wiped away her tears. Feeling the dampness in the pad of his paw as he cleared one eye, and then the other. All while his left forepaw remained, gently parting the fur above her eye in a gentle caress. Despite forcing her head up, she still refused to hold his gaze. When had she become defiant?

“You are my Wife. I am your Warlord, and you are my Consort. I am protecting you, the way I know best.” He told her, voice stern. In so many things lately they had been… mostly in agreement. Their clashes had been to a minimum. But here and now, her defiance sat against him like a thorn in his paw. He gently slid his forepaw down, tracing her cheek, her chin, and landing on her shoulder. He tightened his grip there, holding her. “This is the best of me.”

"Basilisk Fatalis"

Speech // thought

Her brow furrowed as her angry tears continued to flow. She was trying her best to hold herself to the line she had placed. But her eyes betrayed how easy it was for her to submit to him. How much she desperately wanted to keep him. She could see where he thought he was protecting her... She could see it. It made a sort of sense to her. Her defiant wall was crumbling and a part of her hated it.

She felt his pad over her cheeks, she couldn't help the way her head leaned into each tender swipe. She found her brow had started to melt as she felt his paw trace her cheek, down her chin and run down the length of her neck making her breath shudder unexpectedly. He gripped her shoulder, holding it. It brought her eyes back up to his, a petulant hopeful plea in her eyes as he told her that this... this was the best of him. A part of her really didn't like how she would just melt for him. All he had to do was touch her gently and she was putty in his paws. As if it wiped the memory of what they were fighting about as if it wasn't that important anyway. Her eyes looked up at him trying to remember what it was she was so mad about now.

Ohhh right. The slave girl, and using her to carry his progeny instead of her. Anger flared again at the injustice.

"That one is even smaller than I am!" She insisted, nearly shrill, "And you can't just rip her children away from her either! Bas, I can't do that! All I can see is how I might feel if I was in her place and imagining how awful that would be!" She shook her head, "You can BE better than this. We just won't have any more. I'll take the tea, we have our legacy already. You don't have to do this, please don't do this. I can't do that to her." Would her pleading work? Could he see how much the thought of him doing this was tearing her apart? Was there more to this that she couldn't see?

Basilisk looked at Ignita, taking in the way she seemed to melt beneath his paws. For a moment, it seemed the battle would be won, and the worst of it had passed. But a few moments was all it took, and her anger seemed to come flooding back. She was a magnificent creature when she was angry. It made her seem bigger than her tiny stature. She stood up to him with her words, with the posture of her body. “I love you” He said, his paw still heavy on her shoulder, as if to hold her down.

“She is expendable in a way you never will be. She is not your friend, my love.” His voice was gentle, and he sought for words that would make sense to her. “I am your Warlord, and the legacy of this pack matters. I may deem it important to have more children, and I will not put you at risk. But there is time before that may come to pass. Time to come to terms with it.”


"Basilisk Fatalis"

The way his eyes nearly glittered as she stood up to him. The way he told her he loved her, she really believed it. He loved her and had put her on a pedestal that she could never fall from. She licked and pulled her bottom lip in before shakily sighing. This was his best. He believed in a nobility that had higher worth than the servants below him. He was the warlord, not a king. But he was a warlord without a king…. This was just the way it was to him.

Her rapid mind was desperate to stay out of the fog, she couldn’t see how to get around this as her golden eyes darted between his blues. It would just be so easy to put it down, but he had brought her this slave. He brought this before. Told her to get used to this. As a last ditch effort she shook her head and stepped back from him.

“I won’t raise them as my own.” She will.
“I’ll release the slaves from the pack!” She won’t.
“I’ll…” another step back, a wild desperate look in her eyes, “I’ll run to the Hallows and tell -“ -too far!!

She pulled away from him, and while he was tempted to lighten his grip on her shoulder, he let her go. They needed balance, she needed some freedom. Even if at times he wished to hold her suffocating close. Her words were defiance, but he could see the desperation in her eyes. She was clinging to something and feeling it fall from her grasp. She had given herself to the Warlord. Perhaps she was beginning to understand what that meant. 


“Because you weren't getting your way, your decision would be to attempt to start a war? To pit two of the larger packs against each other?” He asked, sounding more amused than annoyed. “I'm not opposed to war. That would give our children an education” he said idly. “Of course, my beloved, if you betrayed me that way you would not be there to watch our children fight for their lives.” Would he have the strength to take such an action? He was not sure. But he could remember the flavour of that anger the had surged through him when he thought she had taken the tea to betray him.