.:;Take a ride on the back of a butterfly:;.

[Meg]

The male's paws smattered the ground at a respective pace as he flew through the forest, not bothering to keep his movements quiet. From the sounds of what Veraz had - frantically - told him, his daughter was with someone bigger, meaner, and definetly bolder then he was. The male had laughed - meaner then him? What? A cruel smirk had spread across his features, but yet again, Veraz hadn't been fooled. Everyone knew the expectations for Miriban that Diablo held, and everyone but he knew that Mirage was training her for a totally different aspect. What does a thought of Gamma do for a would-be spy?

A loud bark ripped his muzzle, turned downwards in an agry frown. He could see his visibly smaller daughter making her way calmly towards him. No sheepish look was on her features like when she tried to lie to him; a bold, expressive 'hah-I've-pranked-you' look was there instead. It then hit the huge male, capped face coloured like a racoon's, with - only slightly - the same eye colour as Miriban's, (His, a pure green flecked with gold; her's, the same but with a bluish mist fogging over it,) widening, that his little girl wasn't that anymore. She was as beautiful as her mother; even more so. A pang of guilt flooded through Diablo at the thought of Haven - Miriban's mother had left after their youngest son had died in a bear raid when the children were only a few months old. Haven had stayed until they were old enough to eat chewwed meat - and then dissappeared.

Miriban didn't care.. and so Diablo tried not to.

Thundering towards them, his eyes narrowed, taking in the large beast lounging smugly by the tree. "I guess I don't have to ask what happened here," he told them both, his voice directed towards Miriban. It was slow, soft, and laced with deadly poision. "I always knew you'd grow up. But with someone as ugly as this?" Now, his attack changed - he was blaming Rasage for the whole mess-up. It was obvious what they had done - they'd basked in eachother's.. well, glory. Stubbornness, he guessed. And.. mated.

[Rasage]

Rasage knew he was no beauty, and neither did he kid himself with feigned vanity; but the old brujo's insults made him snarl quietly, baring fangs thath were both yellowed and stained pink with blood. He rose very quietly and very slowly to his paws.

Taking his time, he placed enourmous paws in front of one another and came up beside Miriban. If his tail would have allowed it, he would have flicked it over her back in an act of stubborn and deteremined possession. But it was a few inches too short. Instead, he side-stepped, placing a limb rippling with muscle in front of Miriban, and pressed slightly against her chest. This was now not about their little indiscretions; the deed had been done. This was now about what her father would say, and probably do to the pair now he'd found them.

She seemed happy enough with me he breathed quietly, eyeing up the male carefully. He was tall, probably as tall as he was, but he was narrow-shouldered and lean. A fast runner, no doubt, but not much stopping force. Rasage exhaled loudly and impatiently, waiting for whatever the other was about to do.

[Miriban]

The jjibe about Rasage made Miriban's insides lurch, anger burning inside of her - but only for a moment. Daddy, she wanted to say, and yet that wouldn't sound like her.. like the wolf Rasage knew. "Father," She instead scolded, voice high and quick. The fury ceased, and she was calm once again; another trick learned from Mirage. It was also plain nature to her: take care of yourself first. Miri turned, and her gaze went to Rasage's, hearing the snarl of defiance, and a large smirk flitted across her muzzle. Her snicker was ripping the quiet to shreads, and she made no protests until Rasage's limb streached out before her own, and he leaned against her. Just to spite her father, Miriban leaned back, another sound quite like purring burning on her lips before Rasage's words.

"She seemed happy enough with me."

Oh, so now it was a posession fight? Come /on/, you two idiots, Miriban thought savagely, instantly tencing and pulling away from Rasage. To Diablo, it might seem that Miriban was defying Rasage's act, but no - it was just, again, nature. She was her own wolf, owned by no one, and needed no one. The cold fury was resurected in her eyes, and she turned to glare at the larger brute. Indeed, he was bigger, brawnier and more bold compared to an elder seven-year-old male, narrow-chested with a figure built for running. But each had their little things that made them handsome - both Diablo and Rasage had charm, although Dia's was more spiting and sarcastic then the bigger brute's.

"I am," Miriban responded simply, vioce cold - always cold, charming, and husky. "But it's not like this will go on forever. Or will it?" Her voice tipped up in mock hope at the end, although there was some honesty lining the words. The female again laughed aloud; the triumph on her father's face at the word 'but' had been stamped out, like a fire drenched in cold water.

[Meg]

"Everyone she meets up with she seems happy with," Diablo snarked back, visibly annoyed. The hackles upon his sholders and neck had risen, the only help he had for being bigger then Rasage still falling short by an inch. Sighing and shaking his head, searching Miriban's face and knowing that she was not abashed by his words, Diablo let out a throaty laugh. Of course this was stupid - what would a laugh do? But in Diablo's eyes, everything was lost. He knew as well as his daughter did that she was trying to anger him - so why not spite her back and not be angry? He knew that if she wanted to do something, she would do it. Sadly, Diablo knew more about his child then she suspected - and probably for the better. She was like him in too many ways to be comfortable about it.

Diablo, unlike many a parent, wasn't scared to insult his child. He wasn't scared to test her, either, for she screamed right back at him from time to time. Usually, though, she out-witted him with words. Diablo knew that his insults made her more driven then when he gave her praise. In Miri's younger years, of course, praise couldn't be given enough - 'Daddy, lookit, I caught'chyah a buggie!' was rewarded with the highest amounts of praise, even sacrifice - he had to eat the 'buggie'. ((xDDD)) But this? This was insane, this was stupid, this was the worst thing that could happen.. and yet she did look happy.

But the words of his supiriors couldn't be forgotten. Get her away from him, Scout, Dhracia had ordered, and Diablo couldn't help but oblidge. The witch was even more pissed off then in her younger days, he had noted, but the banishment of Seraphine and the loss of Artume and Skye - her God-daughters - alike couldn't have helped. Still, it seemed like Diablo was the only one to hold strong. Even the best, the kindest of them all was retreating into himself. It had been what, - five years? - since Fleuve had died, and still the Lead Healer Joven hadn't gotten over it. That was some love, Diablo had to admit. Love that Haven and he hadn't gotten. But what did this matter?

Knowing full well that all he could do was - maybe, if anything - outrun Rasage, Diablo continued to use razor-sharp words to avert the brujo. Maybe lies would help? Maybe telling Rasage that Miri had been with everyone? No, that wouldn't help.. if what the male said was true, and he and Miri had.. then that meant that he would know if she'd mated with someone else before. "Guess you two had fun, hmm? How old are you, ugly?" He hissed once more, smirkingly scraping his eyes over the brute. "By the looks of it, you should be dead." Just barely, he could hear Miriban's quiet gasp of outrage.

So he had gone too far. So what?

[Rasage]

Feeling Miriban back off his outstretched limb, Rasage immedeatly regretted his action. Not because he'd made her uncomfortable, he knew she'd get over that fast enough, but because he'd made her uncomfortable in front of her father. He knew that if this brute was going to accept the fact that this slate stranger had deflowered his daughter, and not send the entire pack down on his head, Rasage had to keep things as controlled as possible.

Not that he'd have a problem with fighting off a few of the ancient cronies that lead the group,he thought, of whom he'd seen only a handful of members and hoped that they numbered not much more. Blinking away the gentle creeping of rage that began its ascent from his chest, Rasage retreated his forelimb subtly. He'd have to keep his wits about him, and not get caught up in the desire to kill things, as he so often was.

Rasage had to withold a snigger at the male's first comment:
Everyone she meets up with she seems happy with

That was a pathetic attempt at trying to instill doubt in Rasage. He knew that at least in one particular way, she hadn't been with anyone else besides him. Not 5 feet from where he stands actually, a little tittering voice in his head reminded him.

On hearing his other insults, Rasage resisted the urge to move... actually resisted the urge to tackle the old brute and pin him to a tree. Again, he didn't react to being called 'ugly', but felt he had to answer the rest of the spiky insult.

I'm old enough to break you and young enough to survive it... Then again, I'm not the one in danger of keeling over right here, should my heart give out he hissed gently, but with a venom more at home in a viper's jaws than a mammal's maw. Then, he couldn't resist and said, with less of a hiss and more of a pleasant chuckle of remembrance, And yes...it was fun

[Miriban]

Ooc;; x33 I'm going to have Diablo leave, - hopefully - soon, because I don't exactly want him killed, yet, and he would surely come to that fate. xDD *I'm going to do a bit of G-moding with Diablo, 'kaysies?*
BIC;;

<sup>Dead. Dead? Fuck that father! A burning sensation tingled in her bones, eyes narrowing as she advanced upon the seven-year-old who - by the looks of it - was silently trying to hold back a laugh. This would be a spar of words, and it would get them nowhere, nowhere! Body swiftly tread across the space that was no-man's land between Rasage and Diablo to her father. "Get out of here." Her voice was low; deadly, and quiet; the authority that it held matched Diablo's own. She watched her father, who looked taken aback, back up, eyes only for Miriban.

"You're my daughter," The male warned. He was using 'daughter' - and just so you know, daughter trumps all.

But not for Miriban. Her gaze went to Rasage's, silently telling him - not pleading, for the female never pleaded - to stop and stay where he was. She added in a little jjibe with her muzzle, a sneer of some sort, that told him, 'you both are idiots'. Leave it to Miriban to take it too far, just like her father. Taking her Dad's words the wrong way, the female then laughed. "I'm not going to hurt you, you idiot. Get out of here, though. Leave Rasage and me alone. We have buisness to attend to." A pause was taken, and the last few sentences a complete lie - "We have to decide if we should mate once more, to make sure that we will have puppies."</sup>

[.: Gedeon ;;]

"You're both idiotic," Diablo told them after a moment of stunned silence, eyes snapping to Rasage's own as the bigger, bolder male spoke out almost in a hiss. He could tell that he was almost about to walk across a thin, thin line in the wolf's temperment, and so, for once in his life, Diablo backed off. He wasn't the young and handsome brute he had been in his yougth; he couldn't run for miles on end without having to rest; he couldn't walk up to anyone and start flirting randomly with them. He thought back to the time when he had flirted with Rain, (Was it her?) and another had gotten very, very angry. Oh, those times were fun.

But now he had different priorities - mainly one; Miriban. He wanted to watch his little girl grow up, and he had; she was almost four now. He had been waiting for Haven to come back, too, but her face seemed like a whisp of fog in his memory. They hadn't had the love that Joven and Fleuve had, and, sadly, Diablo could barely remember the she-wolf.

"I'm old enough to break you and young enough to survive it... Then again, I'm not the one in danger of keeling over right here, should my heart give out." With this, the old, sarcastic male laughed aloud. "Try harder, ugly," Diablo shot back, turning 'round - with Miriban's protection, who was now glaring at Rasage, a warning burning deep in the tence body of her's - and sauntering off, already making up a lie to tell Dhracia.

[Rasage]

Rasage tensed; every micron of his body writhed and fought, like coiled springs, serpents wanting to lash out and end this. Yet again he was held back. This time, by two facts. One, that he wouldn't want to face Miriban with a muzzle stained in her father's blood. As much as she seemed to spar and compete with him for 'Sarcastic of the Year', he knew that blood kin had a deep connection going.

Two, was the fact that Miriban's stare seemed to pin his paws to the ground. He knew that look, a look that warned against something incredibly dangerous. So he did not move. He calmed the monsters in his heart and stayed where he was, though not without flexing his pawpads threateningly.

The enormous brute held back a snigger at the tone of shock in Diablo's voice after hearing Miriban's 'plan' to ensure offspring. Rasage knew perfectly well that any pups would be a problem, a big problem, and Miriban would not want any reason to increase the chances of having that problem. The outlook wouldn't be good for hte little thigns if they decide to arrive; born of a rogue and an heiress, probably with his looks and disposition. It would make sense to raise them with the pack, but it would be a very tough life for them.
The word 'half-breed' echoed in his head, as it had done for pretty much everyday in his life. No. Not a chance he'd put anyone else through that.

As Diablo retreated, Rasage exhaled loudly, as if removing the intense pressure of the situation from his chest. He lowered his head, then tipped it to Miriban, waiting for her to announce her business. He was very certain it was not what she'd mentioned before, so he waited silently, though his eyes burned deep into hers with something akin to pride.

[Miriban]

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Miriban couldn't help but utter a snicker as Rasage's paws flexed - meanancingly, she assumed, towards her father's turned back. It was so stupid, in her eyes, how Rasage was trying to warn Diablo. Didn't he know that her father never listened to anyone but Dhracia? No one could scare him at the moment; he wanted to die. Oh well. It must be.. a male thing. Trying to best each other. Hey.. wait. Miriban did that all the time!

As her father sauntered off in the other direction, Miriban moved to Rasage's side, taking the same pose as he had, and flexed her paws at the retreating figure's pack. When her father did nothing but glance, the female looked up at Rasage with a teasing smirk. "See, handsome? It doesn't do anything." Relaxing her bodice instantly after the snide comment was made, she pressed up against her 'lover' and sighed. Miri didn't miss the look of pride burning in Rasage's eyes, but the feeling took her aback. Who was he prideful of? Himself? Her? There was no reason to be.. or maybe there was. Miriban might not see it.

A few moment's silence followed, and the female's nose touched with Rasage's own softly before pulling away. "Hmm.. when you're not trying to seduce me, you're borning," she half-teased, mock complaining, obviously trying to get him to do something 'interesting'. "Handsome, tap-dance for me."</sup>[/align]

[Rasage]

As Miriban sidled up beside him and mimicked his moves, Rasage's bear ears dropped a little; he didn't want it to seem as if he was trying to 'scare' Diablo off. He'd flexed his paws simply to keep himself in check. He leaned back slightly against her, a soft rumble in his throat that seemed to erupt whenever she touched him.

Rasage raised a sarcastic brow at her request; he'd taken a lot of insults today, but 'boring' was not one he could tolerate. Then again, he couldn't tap dance. He turned round and nipped at one of her ears gently.
I won't even try it... he sniggered, before pacing forward. His tail was held high and curved tight onto his back, making him look like some sort of grizzly malamute.

Looking down beneath his paws, he noticed an unripe pinecone; green and very very solid. He smirked and looked over his shoulder to her before lowering his head so she suspected nothing;
... but if its games you want to play... he muttered, before turning around sharply and flicking the pinecone off the ground, so it went sailing towards her rather quickly

[Miriban]

Ooc;; I knew he wasn't trying to scare Dia off. <33 Miri just mis-interpreted.
BIC;;

<sup>He nipped at her ear, and Miriban's eyes flew to his own, a brow raised questioningly, almost as if she was thinking, Oh no you di-in't, with a wie smirk plastered across blank features. "I won't even try it..." He began to snicker, and Miriban's face turned into one of mock. "Why, Rasage, are you saying you're not talented? Because only the talented wolves can tap-dance." Silently, Diablo's daughter added, just don't ask me to.

Studdying the ground as Rasage moved away from her, Miri leaned down, tipping her dirtied paws with a salmon-hued toung. Freeing some dirt from it, her attention wavered only when the hard pinecone hit her on the side of the head. Twirling around, surging with anger, the female unexpectedly broke into laughter when she saw Rasage's grinning face. "Bastard," The female spat playfully, launching it back at Rasage's own head furiously, tail lashing side to side playfully.</sup>

[Rasage]

Rasage's deep laugh echoed around the clearing, as he hit the ground sharply to avoid the woody missile. It zinged over his head and hit a shrub some way past the tree line, causing a few birds to fly up in fright.

It was well and truly light now, a weak sun glinting half-heartedly above them both. Getting back to his paws, Rasage grinned broadly.
Ah, but I'm your favourite bastard! he sniggered, trotting around in a small circle around her and making an unimpressed face, as if he expected a better insult of her.

[[Sorry its so abysmally short but i'm at school and my muse is on a coffee break... my sincerest apologies]]

[Miriban]

Ooc;; It's no problem! Sorry it took me so long to reply. So busy!
BIC;;
"Who says?"

The words were shot back, said to shut the male up as she quickly darted about him, flinging the pinecone once more before dropping to the ground, crawling towards the male, the same bored expression on her features. Sighing deeply, she crawled next to him, rubbing up against the wolf, clearly relaxed. Without another thought, her body tenced, and she leapt up - for a small wolf, her frame could be flung high. Nipping at his neck furiously, then ducking to land on her feet on the other side of the male. Not knowing if she had actually punctured through his skin, Miri sighed once more, eyeing him profoundly.


Ooc;; Sorry - it's very, very short. No muse either.

[Rasage]

Sniggering, Rasage could think of at least one reason he was her favourite bastard, but he didn't voice his opinion. Rubbing back against her when she approached, he was startled as she vaulted over him, leaving two tiny spots of blood to flourish where her teeth had punctured his scruff.

Suppressing a soft yip of surprise, Rasage's expression was one of impressed confusion.
Light-footed little whelp aren't you? he chuckled. He knew she wouldn't like being called whelp, but then again, he did enjoy pushing her buttons. Her face was very endearing when she was pissed off.

So.. what will Daddy do next, you think? he mused aloud; he really didn't care what DIablo had in mind, but he wanted to know what Miriban thought. After all, it would be nice to be prepared for an attack if it came, and who better to ask than the pack Angel?

[Miriban]

Amused that there were two flecks of red dotting his neck, Miriban stood up, letting her tail lash side to side a little harsher then usual. "Light-footed little whelp aren't you?" Indeed, that did push Miriban's buttons, for she stiffened again, charcoal lips curling back to reveal stained, gleaming fangs. She disliked being called a whelp almost as much as she did being called weak, and the female forgot everything that had happened for a second, sizing him up. "I'm as much of a whelp as you are Alpha of this pack," Miriban sneered, eyeing him profoundly before stopping short, listening to Rasage once more.

"So.. what will Daddy do next, you think?"

Another smirk streached across a petite muzzle, making Miriban seem more cruel then ever. One shoulder rose and fell; an uncharacteristic shrug. "Lie," She told Rasage simply, laughing once more. "Or tell the truth just to piss me off and get you run out of the pack. But I'm pretty sure he'd lie.. nomatter how much he 'loves' me and wants you to get the hell out of here, he wouldn't want to face Auntie Dhracia in a temper."