Thirteen X Dakota (Finished <3)

[Wolf]

The bright yellow volpe looked around at the garden in distaste. It was much too vibrent and happy for her tastes, but if it was the only place she could breed with Dakota, it would have to do. She set about making it less cute, figuring that if she used the time productively, the wait for Dakota would seem shorter. She quickly targeted a bright blue flower with a sickly sweet scent and dug up the roots of it with her powerful claws. She proceded to smush it to an indistingushable pulp and looked around for more overly cheerful things to destroy.

(1/25)

[Wolf]

Dakota did not like the light. The small black hole in his wings could handle a bit of it, but not this horrible eye blinding brightness that seemed to be everywhere in this hideous garden. He squinted, his dark rainbow eyes refusing to ajust to the blinding sun, and noticed Thirteen sitting under a shady tree, busy destroying all the ugly flowers underneath it.

He headed towards it and then flopped down as soon as he felt the coolness on his back. His eyes had stopped burning too. "We should have come here at night." He growled.

(2/25)

[Wolf]

"Dakota!" Thirteen yelled in her high, girly voice, leaving the flowers to tackle her mate. To anyone watching, it likely looked like she was attacking him, as her smile was mostly beared teeth and the frenzy in her eyes could easily be mistaken for a killing one. She tackled him to the ground and stood over him, her teeth a hairslength away from snapping shut on his throat. Then with a giggle that didn't match her personality at all, she wagged her tails and stepped back. "Gotcha again." She announced happily. "You have to be quicker next time." She grinned at him and then nipped not so gently at one of his floopy ears.

(3/25)

[Wolf]

Dakota went limp when she knocked him down, as he always did. He had learned that limpness was much better than bracing yourself when you hit the ground. He was more than used to her nips too, and he reached out and grabbed her ear at the same time that she grabbed his. Now this was an interesting situation. Both volpes thought themselves too proud to let go first, so which one would take fallen pride instead of a shreded ear? Dakota wondered about this as though he wasn't one of the volpes. He loved to test his limits for pain and discomfort, and it was much easier if he pretended that his body was a separate thing from his mind.

(4/25)

[Wolf]

Thirteen seemed not to feel the pain, or if she did, she hid it well. The bright volpe that seemed like she should be a symbol of the garden instead of the destroyer of it, didn't even flinch as Dakota's teeth snapped into her ear. In fact, she wagged her tails with delight, as if getting her ear torn to shreds was a good thing.

It was to her, but she couldn't speak with her mouth full, so she just looked up at Dakota, her eyes glowing brightly, and tugged on his ear, ripping some of the delicate skin and causing a tiny bead of blood to form.

(5/25)

[Wolf]

Dakota gritted his teeth in her ear harder to hold back a whimper. Unlike her, pain hurt him, and it was hard to stay detached from it when you could feel it. Odd that he should be the weaker one, he reflected. He was the male, older and stronger and coloured more like the darkness, with his beautiful wings that could suck up light and happiness.

She looked more like a weak pet, smaller and brightly coloured, with flowers and vines decorating her fur. Appearences were deciving he guessed, and with a slight shudder, he admitted defeat and let go of her ear, hoping that her love for him would let her see that she was hurting him.

(6/25)

[Wolf]

Thirteen was an odd volpe, there was no doubt about it. She had a bit more caring in her than Dakota had, but pain didn't hurt her, in fact, it felt good to her. She could have a furious tempor at times, but on the whole, she was the way she ws becaue of that strange fact. Pain didn't hurt her, so she had assumed for most of her life that it didn't hurt other creatures.

She could however see that she was hurting Dakota now. Blood was often a good indicater to her if she had gone too far in her play. She let go of Dakota's ear, but she had her pride, and it made her bold and a bit mean. "I knew I was stronger than you!" She yelled gleefully.

(7/25)

[Wolf]

Dakota couldn't help it. He let out a growl, the kind that was often the last thing small animals heard. "At least my pelt doesn't look like the sun threw up on it." He hissed, getting to his paws almost too fast for eyes to follow and grabbing her tail tightly in his teeth. "Stronger than I am are you? We will see!"

Though Dakota loved her, or thought he loved her, the feelings were new and not as plesent as everyone else told him, he too had his pride, and he wouldn't let a walking tribute to his enemy, the sun, get away with being rude to him.

(8/25)

[Wolf]

Thirteen liked the feeling of his teeth in her tail, but was afraid that he might go too far. When she had been younger and still not known that pain was the brain's way of saying that something was wrong, she had broken her own leg. It had felt wonderful, but she hadn't been able to walk on it for months. She very much didn't want him to break her tail.

The jab about her fur had made her mad as well. Dakota knew better than to mention that! She whipped around and grabbed his front leg in her teeth, applying just enough presure to feel the bones shift. Anymore and it would break.

"You take that back!" She growled between her teeth. "If you want to keep your leg that is." She shook his leg a bit to emphasize her point.

(9/25)

[Wolf]

Dakota awkwardly sat down, tugging on Thirteen's tail. The pain in his leg was horrible, and he bit down harder on her tail to stop a whimper from forming. "No." He gasped out. "You let go of my foot and I'll let go of your tail, deal?"

He tried to take himself away from the situation again, but it really didn't look good. Anyone could see that he had more to lose if she broke his leg than if he bit off the end of her tail. The fact that she was his mate was forgotten, and he was in battle mode now, his eyes gleaming errily and his other front paw reaching towards her hind leg, ready to scratch it.

(10/25)

[Wolf]

Thirteen wasn't vicious by nature, at least not much. Her jealousy of her sister Friday, the real 13th pup, combined with her not feeling pain made her this way. She was proud, and didn't know when she was hurting volpes. She always resorted to violence when she didn't get her own way.

But she had strong feelings for this male, and didn't want to have to look at him limping around for the rest of his life. "Deal." She muttered, and released his leg, stepping back a few steps until she felt his teeth pulling on her tail more. "Now let me have my tail back." She said all of this quite calmly, as though their fight had never happened.

(11/25)

[Wolf]

Unlike Thirteen, Dakota liked to see creatures in pain. It wasn't his personality that made him dark, but the black hole in his wings that sucked in light. Light and beauty wasn't just repulsive to him, it actually hurt him.

Thirteen was beautiful, and just being in her presense hurt him, but the wierd and slightly unplesent feelings he had for her wouldn't let him take joy in her pain. With a sigh, he let her tail go and began to lick his leg, not looking or talking to her, and certainly not appologizing.

(12/25)

[Wolf]

Thirteen waved her tail happily, glad that it was still in working order, and peered closely at Dakota's bleeding leg. She had no idea how badly he was hurt, but his leg wasn't broken, and that was all that mattered to her. "Sorry for that." She said softly, forcing the words from her mouth. They were sincere, but didn't hold much emotion.

She just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. From a very young age she had known that she was different from other volpes, but she hadn't thought that she was this different. The few volpes that had talked to her told her that the breeding garden was a wonderful place, but it was horrible. They had told her they knew exactly what to do once they got there and it was wonderful. She had no idea of the pre mating rituals of grooming and talking that went on between volpes, so perhaps this wouldn't be wonderful either. Did she really want to have pups? She was certainly having doubts about that now.

(13/25)

[Wolf]

Dakota licked his wound until it felt better, and the turned to face Thirteen, only to find her looking sadly off into space. "Thirteen?" He asked in what was to him a friendly and gentle voice. "Hey, Thirteen?" He prodded her with a paw.

When he got no reaction out of her, he began to get worried, and also puzzled. Thirteen wasn't one for deep thought, and had never acted like this before. Had he actually hurt her tail? "Hey, Thirteen, are you alright?" He prodded her again, and then looked closely at her tail. It was bleeding, but not much, and shouldn't have affected her so deeply. "Thirteen?" He asked again, poking her for a thrid time.

(14/25)

[Wolf]

Thirteen didn't reply to her mate. Was he even her mate? Sure, they liked to hunt together and loved the excitment of the battles in the army, but were they right to come here? They were so much different than the other volpes that it stood to reason that they wouldn't want to have pups.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at him. Well, they might as well do something while she got her thoughts straight. "I'm fine." She said, shaking off his paw. "Come on, let's go hunt." That was Thirteen's way. She hardly ever asked questions to other volpes, but gave plenty of commands.

(15/25)