Broken Like An Angel - Open

[Mayhem]

It had been several hours since Parlae had last scene her white warrior, the father of the pups growing inside her. The two of them had managed to keep their secret, no one in the pack was aware of the one eyed minx's condition, most of all Nara. The dark femme kept to what she had said to Haze, she would not tell Nara until the whelps were up walking around. Her golden eye cautiously scanned the area as she slowly left her den. She was not only scanning for potential danger, but also her packmates. Parlae could no longer deny she was pregnant, one glance at her enormous belly, and saggy underbelly would make it more than apparent that she was to bring pups into the world soon. Parlae cautiously made her way to the calm moving water, lowering her dark crania to lap up the cool water. The heat of the summer was making the weight of her puppies even more exhausting. She continued to drink, almost as if she hadnt in many days. As she finished drinking, her stomach began to rumble, demanding more food in order to hold her current weight. Haze was out doing his patrols, and making sure the pack was not worried about Parlae. For if they began to suspect something was wrong, they would look for her, and their secret would be revealed.

With her new mate off taking on both their roles, she would be left to find her own food this afternoon. With the disadvantage of missing and eye, and the fact she was now twice her body weight made it incredibly difficult to hunt anything substantial. Though a salmon would defenetly hold her over until her mate returned with something far better. Haze was a great provider, something she would not have expected out of him when they first met. When Parlae first laid eyes on the white warrior, he came off as cocky, and only out to benefit himself. She knew him to be cunning, much like herself, a trait that might trouble most, but not her. If she was merely part of his plan, well she could as easily devise something that included him. Though currently she had no fear of him playing her, and whatever benefited him, would benefit her, given their current, unannounced status, The pack was aware that they favored each other, but had no idea they were officially bonded.

Now back to the task at hand, her eye watching the plump salmon as they swam around. After several misses, and a disappointed whine, she finally managed to lock her jaws around one. The fish thrashed for its life, and she used all the strength she had not to release it. The dark femme pulled it from the water, and used her mits to help kill it. Once it was finally dead, she grinned, before beginning to eat it rather quickly. Her stomach often ached when she attempted to ignore the hunger, and well today she wanted to be at peace.

[`Obscurus`]

All was remotely quiet. The stream was softly gurgling, almost as if trying to lure in the figure that was bypassing it, his paws skimming neatly over pebbles, sending them askew. The said owner of the paws was rather quite large, his fur a thick creamy off-white. His paws were large as well, leaving heavy, deep impressions into the softened soil. The magnificent creature had only halted when he spotted a figure poised by the stream's edge, his ears pricked for any kind of noise. But the dark animal before him was oddly quiet, even after catching the salmon.

Not wanting to startled the very obviously mothering femme he cleared his throat rather loudly and started forward, changing his aura and disposition immediately. He didn't want her getting suspicious of him, not when he was hiding it well from everyone else. But he knew from on looking that this Parlae wasn't one to be underestimated. Highly intelligent, beautiful, and sly. Very nice qualities. The brute who claimed her must certainly be proud of his catch.

"Greetings. I don't mean to intrude, Parlae." The large white wolf said, his deep voice soft and calm, showing her that he meant no harm. Perfect. God, if only they all knew. His eyes flickered to her heavily swollen gut, which looked about ready to burst any minute. He tried to suppress a shiver, remembering why he was glad he was male.

"Mind if I sit?" He asked, voice still very soothing.

[Mayhem]

Parlae had just finished her meal when her nose caught the scent of another. This was a scent, she had smelled vaguely around the pack, but could not put a face to. Obviously he was a member of the pack, but she had never laid eyes on him. Thus, this male would be considered a threat until proven otherwise. As he approached, she lifted her stub of a banner in dominance, as her fur began to bristle. Parlae was a decent size minx, cunning and lethal, and with her hair bristling, she looked twice her normal size. Yet the male did not seem intimidated by her actions, and continued to approach her. Her lips peeled back revealing long slender white fangs. "How do you know my name brute?" she replied harshly as she lowered her crania to protect her vain. This brute would be foolish to attack her in such a conditon, for not only would her mate shred him for touching her, but if he endanger Haze's whelps, that would be an aweful punishment in of itself. Her golden eye scanned over her muscled frame of the male, not budging a bit.

As smooth as his voice was, Parlae did not trust him. Then again if this brute knew anything about her, he would know she was notorious for being distrustful and moody. Haze was the only one who knew her true colors. The loving, kind, and compassionate female. When he asked to sit, she growled lowly. "Yes.. i do mind." she said her daggers, digging in and out of the dirt, a way that showed her discomfort with the situation. It wasnt just this male as a whole, it was really any unknown wolf. She was vulnerable and she knew it. This brute could easily kill her if he so chose, for she was weak from the weight of her kin, and she knew that Haze was not all that close. If she called for him, he could be here quick, but not quick enough to save her from this brutes lethal jaws. "You shouldnt be here she warned." not at all concerned with the fact that a fellow pack mate saw her condition, no one was suppose to see her like this.

[`Obscurus`]

At her response to his approach the white brute had halted, but had not seated himself sine she didn't seem to keen on sharing his company. But instead of being put on edge he was simply amused by her reactions. Such a touchy thing! To even a member of her own pack. Maybe it was the hormones from the pregnancy, or maybe she was like this all the time. He wouldn't know. But just to be on the safe side he took a step back, just to let her feel more at ease from the distance between them.

"Peace! I am not here to harm you." He reassured, an involuntary smile working it's way across his muzzle. He couldn't help it, her actions were amusing to him. Though, due to his nature, he felt a twinge of something, a lust for blood. Most male wolves in the wild were all but friendly to pregnant femmes, especially to the ones that were not going to bear their young. But he was not such a creature as to end the life of a female carrying young, on occasion.

"How do you know my name brute?"

He chuckled softly, a low rumbling sound, and kept his eyes upon her firmly, making sure she wasn't suddenly going to try and spring at him. You never knew what they would do when their time was close.

"I make it a priority to know the names of my packmates. Is that such a crime?" He asked, his voice still heavily laced with mirth. He was still standing, thought a little farther from her than he would have liked. How was he suppose to make the air around them comfortable if she was so wary of his presence?

"You shouldn't be here"

He quirked one fine white brow in question. Why was that? Was it because she was trying to hide her swollen gut from everyone in camp? Ha. Good luck with that. She was huge! Curiosity sparked within the large white animal, why was she so afraid of others finding out about her birthing? New pups were suppose to be a blessing, not a curse.

"And why is that?" He asked, watching her fidget nervously, digging in the dirt and shuffling it about. Honestly. She acted as though he was here to kill her, which he wasn't surprisingly. But in unnerved him on how jumpy she was, especially around him. Hopefully she didn't suspect anything. But why would she? She barely knew him and he had given no indication that he was up to something sinister. The more uncomfortable she became, the more restless he became as well. Her actions alone were provoking the white male to show that he too was no Omega, but he was forced to hold back, in fear of offending her and having her go mad on him.