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IshWolfy
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Ryah had been about to settle down for the night when she heard his voice and her body tensed then relaxed. As much as she cared for Aztrex, she'd ran away from him for a reason. After what happened tonight it solidified the fact that she was nothing but trouble. Always getting caught and having to be rescued like some damsel in distress. Aztrex was better off without her. He wouldn't be so worried or stressed. He could focus on his....friends. Hell he could even start a romance with Kandice, even though the thought of that made her fur bristle.
"They tried to breed me." She spoke softly, as if still in shock to the whole situation. It wasn't the first time someone had attempted to breed her. Ryah was fertile but for some reason, her body had rejected all attempts to breed her. "I became alpha tonight." Sighing softly she crawled towards him and licked his muzzle. "You're blocking the only way out with your big head." She joked and waited for him to leave the entrance to her den before she crawled out.
She'd been stitched together well but she hadn't really been cleaned. There was blood caked everywhere on her beautiful fur. It was most prominent around her throat where the dog had tried to kill her. Her front paw was practically useless, she'd either dislocated it or broken it in the fight with the Champion. She was holding it up as she limped towards him and sat down in front of him, her torso pressed into his fur where she felt safest.
She wanted to tell him how she felt, why she'd run away but he would only come back with calling himself a monster and that would start a fight and Ryah wasn't in the mood for a fight. There were so many conflicting emotions inside her. She wanted to be angry at him. How dare he come for her. She'd run away explicitly to get away from him, to keep him safe. At the same time she was overjoyed and relieved to see her mate. Even if he didn't see himself as that.
Instead of yelling at him or forcing cuddles on him she pulled away and began limping back to the general vicinity of where she'd ran away from. Dead set on not asking for help even though her paw was causing her so much pain and all she wanted to do was lay down and cry. But she wouldn't. She wasn't a damsel in distress. She'd been beaten, almost slaughtered and almost bred tonight. She'd killed another and had been called Alpha. No more. She was tired of being captured all the time.
"They tried to breed me." She spoke softly, as if still in shock to the whole situation. It wasn't the first time someone had attempted to breed her. Ryah was fertile but for some reason, her body had rejected all attempts to breed her. "I became alpha tonight." Sighing softly she crawled towards him and licked his muzzle. "You're blocking the only way out with your big head." She joked and waited for him to leave the entrance to her den before she crawled out.
She'd been stitched together well but she hadn't really been cleaned. There was blood caked everywhere on her beautiful fur. It was most prominent around her throat where the dog had tried to kill her. Her front paw was practically useless, she'd either dislocated it or broken it in the fight with the Champion. She was holding it up as she limped towards him and sat down in front of him, her torso pressed into his fur where she felt safest.
She wanted to tell him how she felt, why she'd run away but he would only come back with calling himself a monster and that would start a fight and Ryah wasn't in the mood for a fight. There were so many conflicting emotions inside her. She wanted to be angry at him. How dare he come for her. She'd run away explicitly to get away from him, to keep him safe. At the same time she was overjoyed and relieved to see her mate. Even if he didn't see himself as that.
Instead of yelling at him or forcing cuddles on him she pulled away and began limping back to the general vicinity of where she'd ran away from. Dead set on not asking for help even though her paw was causing her so much pain and all she wanted to do was lay down and cry. But she wouldn't. She wasn't a damsel in distress. She'd been beaten, almost slaughtered and almost bred tonight. She'd killed another and had been called Alpha. No more. She was tired of being captured all the time.