[ P ] Game On

Tybalt Aetós

It was another dark, quiet night in the Fae Forest. There were many superstitious wolves who feared these enigmatic woods, avoided them at all costs, warned their children of its mystical dangers. The lone youth who wandered there had no fear of the fae for which the forest was named. Nothing scary happened to Tybalt here. The fae weren’t cruel like so many wolves had been. It was his own kind that he dreaded more than any magic or curses.

Like many nights, Tybalt found himself wandering the woods on his own. During the day, he would visit with Larkspur, hang out with Dad, hunt. But night was a time of solitude. He wasn’t entirely sure where Larkspur went with the moonrise. He knew nothing of her coven family, the Sisters, or their ideals… particularly the one about how all men were awful, and worthy of little more than serving as a sacrifice to the Goddess. No, Tybalt was blissfully ignorant about the secret life of his only friend. He was just glad when she did come around to find him when the sun was still shining. Where she disappeared to at night, he had no clue.

All this solitude gave him time to ponder the great mysteries of life...

Where do all the bugs go during winter?

What was it like to fly like a bird?

Or be stuck in one place like a tree?

And what was up with clouds?

He stopped in his tracks, ears angling forward as a sound captured his attention. Unconsciously, his tail began to wag behind him, expecting to see Lark appear from the underbrush and brambles that obscured her from view. His head was held high with great expectations, emerald sights searching for his friend to emerge from the blackness of the night.



@Nightshade

It was not uncommon for Nightshade to wander off from home, or at least, where the others of the coven were. As she was now getting older, bigger and stronger - she was more apt to wander. Unlike her first "family", she knew that if she were gone for too long, they would come looking for her. Being under the watchful eyes of her mothers was daunting, but she was glad she had them. Her sisters both irritated and entertained her, so she supposed they were better than having nothing as well. On this night, Nightshade had worked to practice her herbs and plant knowledge much better. The inability to down her opponent from the mixture of plants she fed him was humiliating. Her family had watched it in horror, and she needed her "brothers" to come and save her. They were the only two males allowed to be around the coven, but still she didn't see why they needed them. Yes, they saved her life, but they still had testicles, so therefore - they were not perfect and never could be. As she was moving through the forest, looking for different specimen to investigate, she heard the sound of something walking. She froze, golden eyes peering into the darkness. Nightshade could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Was she being followed? Was she being hunted? Had her first family come to find her after all this time? Then the wolf appeared. He was young, like her. She sniffed the air, trying to pick up a scent to discern whether he was chosen like she was, or if he also had testicles. A light breeze whisked past his coat and sent the smell right to her nostrils. She grimaced with disgust to find that he was male, but there was also a small amount of confusion in her as she smelled that of her sister's coat. Tilting her head sideways, she stared at him. He froze in place, looking to a bush by the side of her. Maybe she could not fell an adult, but she could try with a wolf that was closer to her size and age for sure. Her perception of sizes was really off, as she usually saw wolves closer to her size, but he was taller for sure. Bushing through the bushes on her hind legs, she sprang out into the open and pushed on his side with her front paws, trying to knock him to the ground. With sheer force, and surprise on her side, she hoped he would topple over just like the sacrifice should have once he ingested her poisonous plants. "The day is darkest before the dawn.." @Tybalt

Tybalt Aetós

While he looked around expectantly for Larkspur to appear, another girl was watching from a clandestine place behind the scraggly brush. Tybalt didn’t suspect that anything nefarious was about to happen. But a little wild witch had other intentions. He didn’t see her as she approached, only a blur of darkness at his side, and then he was off of his paws with a yelp of surprise. Though the ebony wolfess was smaller, she easily knocked Tybalt onto the ground, sending him rolling in a dirty heap until he landed, dizzy, in the dust several feet away.

Alarmed, he jumped to his feet, staring at his attacker – a girl near his own age, blacker than the night, with bright golden eyes that sparkled with animosity. Green sights narrowed at the stranger and he huffed, but he stayed where he had landed rather than returning her random show of violence with his own. Instead, he demanded to know: ”Wha’d ya do that fer? I was jus’ standin’! Not hurtin’ no one.”

Then, his expression changed as he realized something... This was probably just a way that other pups made friends with one another! Just like Larkspur had taught him another way to make friends. And so, with a sudden grin, Tybalt charged forward, jaws parted wide as he sought to bite the girl's neck - just the way he had learned from Lark. He snarled playfully, but he wasn't a small child anymore, so it may not have been perceived as fun as he intended.

The force of the attack was everything she had wished it would have been. The only way this could have been better was if mother was there to watch her do this. He slid on the ground, and she thought to move closer to him, but recalled how fast the sacrifice had gotten back to his feet. Fool me once, shame on you - fool me twice, shame on me. In her mind, all the bad males were of the same cloth. They were evil and wanted nothing more than to destroy the coven or take it for themselves. She would never let her family be caught or harmed in any fashion. She stood her ground, planting her paws as she snarled at him, baring her teeth in warning. Quick to get back on his feet, he yelled at her. Yelled at her! Now where did he get all of this audacity from? He was the one that was trespassing on their terrain. He was the one who was being a dumb male. He shouldn't have been born that way. That was his mistake. "You... stupid.... boy...." but before she could continue to chastise the boy for what he was, he came charging at her, with his teeth bared. What an asshole! As he drew nearer, she tried to snap at his legs with her teeth, hoping to trip him in his feeble attempts. But as she reached down, he grabbed her scruff. She wanted to yelp, but she knew better than that. Instead, she turned the act into anger. Growling like a wild wolverine, she shook herself free from his grasp and leapt onto him, going for his throat. Nightshade could feel the fur on her spine standing all the way up, like never before. She had never felt fear like this. She knew she was all alone, and while the male was as young as she - maybe a tad older, she knew she as all alone. Her brothers were not here this time to save her. "You infernal twit! I will make you pay for even breathing the air I breathe!" Chomping down hard on his neck, while closing her eyes. It could have very well been his neck or his shoulder. She was not sure. But being this close, she was able to smell his scent and more - another scent that she smelled before. No... why did he have her scent? "The day is darkest before the dawn.." @Tybalt

Tybalt Aetós

Tybalt appeared genuinely surprised by the girl’s outraged response, but he had no time to respond, as the sensation of tiny teeth against his jugular set him into a panic. No, this was not a friendly gesture like it had (sort of) been with Larkspur. The smaller youth was above him now, yelling and seeking to sink her fangs into him again as he writhed, trapped between the girl and the rocky forest floor. The black fur along her spine was standing on end; unconsciously, the sight of this inspired Tybalt’s body to do the same. The noises that escaped him were akin to a trapped animal’s; a yelp of pain interrupted the quiet of the woods when a burning sensation radiated from his right shoulder. She had managed to bite – hard.

His lip curled back in a snarl more vicious than any he had ever emitted, as he managed to pull himself away from the girl, inching backward from her on his back. Using his strong back legs, he would seek to shove the feisty female away – with any luck, his movement would send her flying in the other direction, but he wasn’t feeling particularly lucky that day. "Git 'way from me, ya devil! Yer mad!" He pulled himself to his paws, blood dripping from the fresh wound she had gifted him, leaving splotches of crimson on the ground below the youth. He didn't want to fight... But he didn't want to get hurt anymore, either. And so he waited, head lowered defensively, to see what the insane wolfess would do next.