This chapter has vague/slight sexual themes because E is a hoe and pack politics.
As usual, I didn't bother to proofread because I hate rereading my shitty work.
E was unsure how many days passed since her injury by the Brown One, and her stumbling upon the coalition.
All the days and nights seemed to blend and bleed together, blur within her mind into one, long unwaking dream.
A dream with very simple rules.
E could not walk, thus she could not hunt.
E could not hunt, thus she could not eat.
The garnet and white scaled female was completely dependent upon the males for food, and they well knew that fact.
It was a fact the males took advantage of.
And it was an exploit that E both detested, and enjoyed.
It was a confusing mix of emotions and physical touch that E did not understand.
While the sanguine hued female did not want to mate with them-a part of her did.
She did not enjoy being bred by them-but a part of her did.
E enjoyed the euphoric pleasure they gave her with their maws and sexes.
E enjoyed the feeling of them being inside her, warming her body with theirs, claiming her body.
She enjoyed hearing their pleasured trills and hitched and strained breathing. Enjoyed feeling their bodies tremble in pleasure.
E enjoyed it because she, and only she, was making them feel good.
She was giving them pleasure no one else could.
She was their something.
Just as they were her something, too.
E found pleasure in their carnal desires, and as must as she hated it, found herself crying for more.
More.
More.
More.
More.
More, because she enjoyed the physical ecstasy of multiple males joining with her, breeding with her and tending to her greedy sex.
More, because she felt wanted.
Desired.
Craved.
Cherished.
More, because E didn't feel so alone when their warm, rough scales were gliding against her own, moist breath dancing in tilitation along her body.
More, because E felt safe when they were rutting her.
Safe, and warm, and protected-and valued.
Valued, like E was not with her former pack.
Valued, because so long as E was useful-even in the most smallest and pathetic of ways-they would not leave her alone.
E didn't want to be alone again, nor treated like an outcast.
A pariah.
A thing that just tagged along, hoping for acceptance.
The three males accepted her.
Or, perhaps, it was just tolerance, twisted into acceptance.
Lust, twisted into the perception of affection.
E was dominated by a confusing instinct that told her what she was doing was okay.
Was right.
That it was good to have them be inside her.
That it was good to have them fill her with their seed.
Fill her until her womb could simply hold no more, and excess would seep from her and coat her thighs.
The males would leave her alone once they were done, and E would be given food.
And then the confusing thing that told her it was okay would be gone, and emotions would dominate her sated instincts.
Thus, E would just lay there upon the ground, alone with the warmth of their essence and the memory of their bodies.
Alone, and disgusted with herself.
E wanted the attention of a male.
She enjoyed the sexual attention.
But that's all it was-basic, instinctive, and shallow.
E wanted more than sexual attention from a male.
She wanted to snuggle and enjoy the warmth and security that came in the afterglow of breeding. She wanted to enjoy and cherish the presence of another outside of physical intimacy.
She wanted attention that meant she belonged to another. Was involved with another. Was bonded with another.
Instead, E became little more than a bitch in heat, twisting primal lust for affection, and tolerance into acceptance.
E just wanted to go home, to her decrepit cabin, to her nest of blankets and ruined pillows and to her companion.
To her male.
Her real mate.
E missed the Indoraptor.
She always felt safe with him.
Here, she felt anything but security.
But at the same time, E felt a strange calm.
A calm, as she lay there in the dirt, leaves and dense branches poking at her scaled hide. Soft crackles could be heard as dried foliage popped and crunched under her weight as she teetered ever so slightly side to side, leg muscles tensing and falling lax.
E's head swiveled to her right, then her left, cerulean irises shrinking in width as her pupils dilated, black circles illuminating the backdrop of the sun's rays that broke through her hiding place. The red raptor's head tilted upwards at an incline as she listened to the calls of songbirds within the trees, her own whistling breathing joining their chorus of trills-if not by her own choice.
A quiet gurgle escaped the female, scaled lips parting ever so slightly as her moist tongue flicked and slid against her maw, the sun glittering and environment reflecting within the pools of her colorless saliva.
Her pupils narrowed, and fell to being mere pin pricks swallowed by an ocean of sapphire.
Her scaled toes flowered against the leafen ground, calloused white scales marred with earth and grass, talons the color of night flexing and softly thudding into the soil, tilling and toiling. Her nostrils flared as her chest shrank in exhale.
Briefly did the red and white raptor preen herself, scaled lips, teeth and tongue cleaning her clawed fingers, her arms, her feet.
The teeth marks from the Brown Monster still hurt upon her outer thigh.
Her hip still hurt-but E was unsure if that was from her injury, or from being bred so often.
E tended to her injured leg, cleaning the wound and inspecting it as best she could.
The wound was healing, however slowly. Clotted blood formed, her damaged scales tender and sore. Yellow slough formed in the crevices of her injury, foul smelling and thick. It was this cheesy substance that E was focused upon removing, seeking to achieve debridement.
It was a horrid, disgusting and painful process.
The scent was overpowering to the point it was almost vomit inducing.
Her scaled lips peeled back in disgust, and her head shook side to side swiftly, violently to rid the purulent taste from her tongue.
Her leg tensed, and her killing claw jammed into the ground again and again and again.
It was torture cleaning her wound.
It hurt so much, she whimpered and whined like a hatchling.
But E knew the yellow was not normal.
Not good.
Not healthy.
Thus, she worked to remove the slough, and expose healing tissue, moist and vascular.
This was why E was hiding.
To be alone, and tend to her wound in peace.
Only when E was finished, did she exit the safe confines of her thicket, and slip out into the open.
E was cautious in her exposure, looking to the left, then to the right. The only noise was the singing of the passeriformes, and the babbling of the shallow stream. The same little crick, the same rounded rocks of the riverbank, the same dense foliage and trees, the same steep incline she slipped down.
Perhaps it was a good thing E stumbled upon a pack that did not move or travel. It would be easier to find her way home. But then again, it was not like she could travel far with her injury. They may have simply been waiting for her to be healed before moving.
The female could be thankful she could at least walk despite the pain, and with a heavy limp.
Despite being physically idle, E learned much from her time with the males.
They did not appear to have a true alpha among them.
All three seemed to share power.
It was a fact that E noticed, and it was something that interested her.
If they squabbled, it was short, and brief.
No altercations drew blood, and if it did, it was not on purpose.
It was something that E found intriguing.
The female pattered with an unsteady, slow gait towards the lazily trickling stream, calloused feet molding and gripping upon the rocks as she did. When nearing the brook, she carefully lowered her head, and plunged her snout into the cool water, maw agape. She let the cold wet wash her teeth and tongue of foul slough, and clean away the taste of infection.
E briefly rose her head above the calming stream, cool water dribbling from her scaled maw. Her head cocked to the right, then to the left. Her calloused toes clacked against the smooth river rocks, the flow of the crick caressing and tickling her scales.
She did not see the males yet.
Did not hear their chatter.
E assumed they were out hunting, and if they were not out hunting, they were nearby.
At least E liked one thing about the males-They left her to her own devices.
After all, it was not like the red and white female could go far, with her wound.
But it was time alone that E was intent on making the most of.
Thus, the female rose from her drinking, neck twisting and head turning away from the stream, then her whole body.
E pattered off, gait slow and unsteady.
She moved from the smooth rocks of the riverbank, to dry, crunching grasses and fallen leaves, to sparse trees. While she did not go far, her body felt like it was quite the trek.
E's head swiveled, looking upon the trees, inspecting their bark, and girth.
A tree too thin.
A bark too smooth.
She needed a big tree.
A thick tree.
A gnarled tree of strong, rough bark.
A tree that would test the power of her killing claws and speed of her slashes.
It was not long before E found a tree that she deemed fitting of application.
E halted in her ungraceful stride, eyes narrowing to further inspect the tree.
It was wider than she was long, with great bark hardened with age. It was not a weak sapling or treeling her claws could easily sever.
Good.
She needed something strong.
Something stronger than her.
E stared at the powerful wood for some time, leg muscles tensing and killing claws flicking.
She moved to strike, to attempt a swift slash of her gutting claw.
E almost lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
Almost.
She stumbled, and hobbled sideways before regaining her footing. She shook herself, and snorted, scaled lips peeling back into a frustrated snarl, serrated teeth glinting.
Not good enough.
Not good enough!
She didn't even get to strike!
Stupid body!
Stupid leg!
Stupid weakness!
Stupid Brown Monster!
E righted herself, muscles rippling under sanguine and cream scales. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, grunting quietly as the motions brought pain.
Her body did not want to try, to strain, to right.
It wanted rest.
But E was tired of resting.
Tired of being weak.
Tired of being the most pathetic in a pack.
She couldn't be weak anymore.
She needed to be strong.
Something.
E tried again, forceful, more wrathful.
A dull thunk echoed against the aged bark.
Her killing claw barely broke through the gnarled wood, sharp tip embedded ever so slightly.
She went to slash.
Instead, she stabbed.
It hurt too much to slash.
But she had to slash, not stab.
Stabbing wasn't good enough.
She needed to strike again.
Thunk.
Not hard enough.
Thunk.
Harder!
Thunk.
Deeper!
Thunk.
Harder! Faster! Deeper, damn it!
The pain of her leg wanted to make her stop.
But E didn't want to stop.
She was too frustrated with herself to stop.
Too irate.
Too wrathful.
Too frustrated.
Too vexed.
She only had one thing on her mind, through her grunts and heated breath, arteries pulsing under dawn hued scales.
If she needed to use her killing claws, she needed to use them just right.
It wouldn't matter if she was in pain if she would be dead.
The dull thunk of gutting claw battling wood continued.
The Paladin was the male of golden hue.
The Emperor was an amethyst shade.
The Usurper sported scales of volcanic rock.
Names of importance, if E had any semblance of such knowledge.
Alas, she did not.
She merely told them apart based on their scale colors.
Otherwise, she knew little about their individual personalities.
When E returned, her leg hurt even worse.
She would need to practice more.
She was not ready yet.
Not ready yet.
Her blue eyes flicked to the trio of males as she returned to the pack's little spot by the stream. The males briefly looked upon her, before returning towards their chitters and chirps.
E thought of settling down, away from the others.
Away from the males, where she would not be bothered until they would be driven by boredom or loneliness to interact with her.
E decided not to.
Rather, she decided to break out of her comfort zone, and approach.
After all, what was the worst they would do?
Snap at her to go away?
Mount her?
Thus, E approached, and ushered forth a quiet rasp in greeting.
It was a noise that male the males' necks twist to look upon the lame female's direction.
All three stared, eyes wide like newly hatched chicks from a shell. The Paladin cocked his head to the side. The Emperor narrowed his gave into thin slits behind royal lids. The Usurper uttered a series of soft, confused clicks of the tongue.
E hobbled towards the three males until she deemed that she had neared enough-a comfortable distance to socialize, if quite close to their bodies-enough to indicate a form of physical intimacy.
Her blue eyes flicked from male to male, inspecting and observing.
Seeing the female be so bold perplexed the trio, and they fidgeted in place, almost anxious and nervous.
It was as if E's mere presence had made their socializing awkward.
Perhaps they did not know how to communicate with E, given her handicap?
Perhaps their social graces were simply not up to par with those outside of their little coalition circle?
E's gaze roamed the males, the when her cerulean met theirs, they averted their eyes.
The female's lids lowered into an inquisitive leer.
It was a look the males shifted away from, muscles tense under striking scales.
Her gaze briefly eased into a less intense stare, and her head cocked to the right, then to the left.
Once more, E released a rasp in greeting, louder this time, as if demanding a response.
The posture of the males shifted to one of lax, to one of tension as they stood, glancing at one another, then up, down, left, right, all around.
All around except E.
E did not understand these males.
But taking the time to look at them, study them, E could tell they were young.
Young, but not young enough to need a parent.
Younger than her, at least.
Or so E guessed.
It was hard to tell.
E did not understand.
Where was all the power they had before?
Where was the feral cruelty?
Or, perhaps not intended cruelty-but...immaturity?
The brash and reckless nature of young raptors upon the verge of adulthood?
E was so used looking upon them from a distance, or from upon the ground, that she did not realize until now how small they were.
E would be larger than them-or at least taller, were she at her full height.
It then occurred to E that these males did not breed her so out of sadism and cruelty.
They simply treated her so out of pleasure-and because they enjoyed that pleasure.
And because they were young, and dumb.
Younger and dumber than her, at least, to waste so much time on mating.
Not that E entirely complained.
Were she their age, when the confusing flushes of puberty first rocked her body, she would have been content to be nothing but their little toy to breed. To have their bodies pleasure her own for how long they had the stamina.
Alas, E had places to be.
Like home.
And had kin to see.
Like the Indoraptor.
She did not have time to play games with these younger males.
But, E also knew she could not leave.
Not with her wound.
And if she did try to leave, she was unsure if the males would let her.
Thus, the red and white female decided to try her clawed hand at the complexities of social politics.
E's sapphire gaze flicked from the Usurper, to the Emperor, and lastly, to the Paladin.
Perhaps E was boring into them with such intensity, she unnerved them?
Perhaps they did not truly know how to interact with females?
Perhaps they did not know, that with like any addition or subtraction to the pack, the dynamic would shift.
The power was shifting, ever so slightly, and E was curious as to whether they were aware of that fact?
She saw it.
Surely they did, too?
Twice did E's attempts at communication go unanswered.
Rather than retreat to her lonesome, or back down, E was intent on joining the conversation.
Even if her hoarse and gargled calls clearly disturbed them.
Even if her whistled breath twisted her majestic calls into something of a parody of her kind's shrieks and trills.
The female raptor then decided to try a different tactic.
She planted her killing claws flat upon the ground with a flick of her large toes.
An attempt to indicate she was no threat.
An attempt to indicate that she simply wanted to be friendly.
Though, if the males wanted to harm, they surely would have by now.
The trio looked upon E, then towards her killing claws pressed flush to the ground, then towards each other. They appeared to be silently communicating with one another. Debating.
The Paladin craned his neck forward and downcast, eyes narrowing upon her ground sheathed talons. His golden head warbled, a noise of curiousness, and contemplation rumbling pass his scaled lips and jagged teeth.
Slowly, his large toes flicked, and his gutting claws were set flush against the earth.
E's pupils briefly dilated, and her head snapped at a downward slant to lock her gaze upon his sheathed talons.
The Usurper and Emperor did not lower their killing claws. Rather, they merely watched, confused and unsure.
E's eyes flicked upwards, looking upon the sun hued male.
Several tense seconds passed, before E suddenly approached in three strides, and moved to affectionately nuzzle the Paladin. A purr vibrated from her throat, moist breath dancing along the rivers of his scales. The Paladin blinked swiftly, breath hitching and scales lips pulling upward into a slight grimace, as if anticipating an attack. He flinched ever so slightly.
He certainly did not except such an affectionate nuzzle.
It was a shock, but not entirely unwelcomed one.
His tail swayed back and forth ever so softly, and a quiet, barely audible croon escaped his gullet.
And it was a nuzzle of warm scales pressing against his that caused the Paladin to return the physical attention.
The Emperor and the Usurper stared upon the pair, taloned hands clenching and unclenching in confusion.
What was going on?
Why was the female suddenly being so...friendly?
She was never like this before.
She was mainly content to be left alone.
The lavender and night scaled raptors were perplexed, and unsure of what to make of the situation.
They were even more uncomfortable-and upset-when E's simple, innocent affections became more bold, and suggestive.
She began to rub herself upon the length of the gold raptor akin to a feline in season, purring as her intentions became more obvious. Her scaled lips nipped and soft tongue licked along his jaw, his neck, his chest. She would rise her hips to the best of her ability, showcasing herself shamelessly before turning back around to press firmly into the warm mass of scales that was the Paladin.
His nares flared, and his pupils dilated. His chest began to heave in deep intakes of breath, eyes locked upon the swaying of her teasing hips. An erection began to form between the Paladin's legs-much to the chargin of his two male companions.
The Usurper and Emperor leered through thin slit, scaled lips peeling back into displeased snarls. The Emperor's scaled throat puffed and swelled in irritation, and his throat riveted in a hiss.
The two males were quite unhappy by this sudden turn of events.
They were even more upset because E's attentions were not focused upon them.
A sudden, forceful bark signaled the despondent and disgruntled opinion of the Usurper.
It was an opinion that briefly made the Paladin's gaze break from E's shameless showcasing, to his allies.
It was an opinion that the Paladin decided he did not care about, for he began to shadow around the lame female, erection pulsing and throbbing in want. Though his head was currently busy attempting to bury itself between E's thighs-which was troublesome given that the scarred raptor was moving. It did not help that his own ache was well known, and hindering the normally graceful stride of his gait.
E would resume her slow movements. All this showcasing was tiring, and all this limping was making her leg hurt even more. Thus, E decided to solve both of her problems by lowering herself to the ground, and submitting herself as she simply awaited to be mounted.
Rather than feeling a greater weight set itself upon her, E heard the hawk like screeches of enraged and dueling males, driven by desire and jealously.
E did not bother to look behind her.
She was content to just rest for now, until the victor claimed her.
She could play this little game of pack politics.
She just needed to be smart about it.
She now knew she could crack their alliance.
She knew she could control them.
She only hoped they wouldn't catch on.
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