every conquest i had made [Kharak]

So enraged was Dyani in that moment that she barely acknowledged the footsteps that sounded behind her, continuing to angrily fling sand into the waves at odd intervals as her blue eyes burned with barely suppressed anger. It was only when the soft words sounded from the brute's maw that she finally bothered to whip towards him, the fur along her spine bristling like an angry cat's and her eyes narrowed into thin slits of annoyance. Far from being intimidated by his large stature and commanding nature, the Red mix was instead irritated by his presence, exhibited in the way her tail gave an angry lash behind her as he spoke words that she personally viewed as patronizing and unhelpful. Had he only come here just to talk down to her as though she was some petulant child in need of a life lesson? "I'm sure everyone seems little compared to you, you fucking behemoth," she spat out, teeth curling back over her canines in spite of herself. "But thank you ever so much for telling me that flinging sand into the sea won't help anything. I'm far too stupid to figure out such a thing on my own, you see. Truly, your insight has been most helpful."

Her words practically dripping with sarcasm, Dyani pointedly turned away from the male then, determined to ignore whatever drivel he had to spit out. "If all you're going to do is stand there and talk down to me as if I'm some petulant child, then you can piss off. I'm not in the mood to deal with smart-asses today, in case you haven't noticed." She would have lapsed into staring out at the ocean moodily then, attempting to block out any further words that the brute behind her had to share with her, but it was his next set of words that caused her body to visibly stiffen, ears flattening against her head as the information sunk into her skull. This was not just any male, but the leader of Khalsa, the one behind all the torture that she had been put through by the two brutes in the desert. The entire reason that she was in her current situation was here in front of her, mocking her, and that was enough to make her anger reach a critical boiling point as she stood there, teeth gritted and thoughts racing. He stood there speaking to her as if she owed him something, as if she owed him any kind of explanation for the way she was feeling or the actions that she was taking, and it reminded her so much of her father that it made her head throb just to think on it.

If he thought he would get respect from her in that moment, he had quite another thing coming. No, her rage was burning so bright that there was no room in her heart to show even the tiniest ounce of sympathy towards the male standing before her, and that was what made her do something quite regrettable indeed.

Without warning, she pivoted on one heel and launched herself towards Kharak, a snarl that would put any roar of thunder to shame echoing from the depths of her stomach as she lunged towards him with murderous intent in her eyes. It did not matter to Dyani that the male was nearly three times her size and could easily snap her backbone like a twig if he so pleased, it did not matter that threatening a wolf who was in such a high position of power may have lead to dire consequences- pure rage had replaced the areas where logic would normally dwell within her brain, and all the young female cared about now was making this bastard pay for what he and his pack had done to her. Attempting to latch onto and tear at whatever ounce of flesh she could, Dyani would rip herself away an instant later, her eyes glimmering with hatred and her voice low, taut with anger. "I don't want to talk," she hissed out, letting out another loud snarl. "I want you to rot in hell. You, and all the rest of the bastards in this pathetic excuse for a pack."

Word Count: 707
Playmates: Kharak
Other: oh shit she mad

He sneered at her, throwing her insult back in her face, but Dyani could barely hear him over the force of the blood pounding in her ears, the burning intensity of the rage that she felt as she faced him in that moment. "Call me a fucking pet name one more time and I'll tear your goddamn throat out," she hissed, her tail giving an angry lash behind her as she angrily narrowed her eyes at Kharak. He seemed to think that he was safe from her wrath, in all his great size and arrogance, seemed to believe that her threats were childish and not meant in earnest. If only he could have seen that he was the embodiment of everything she had grown to despise in her life. If only he could have seen what she had done to the last male who had thought he could lay his paws on her without permission, and what she would likely do to the males that called Khalsa home should she be given the opportunity to sneak away and find the herbs necessary to conduct such a plan. He would likely be singing a far different tune then- or not singing at all as he choked on his own internal fluids, something which filled her with no small amount of joy to think about in that moment.

Kharak would learn sooner or later that even the mightiest mountain could be toppled, if not by her hand than by someone else's. He would learn to take her seriously.

Sure enough, she was only able to land a small wound on him, and his growled words indicated that she was finally beginning to get a rise out of him. Rather than back down at such an obvious display of anger, Dyani only rose to the challenge, raising herself up on the pads of her toes to further meet his gaze. "Do you honestly think that scares me?" she scoffed, the fur along her spine bristling much like an angry cat's would. "You brutes have proven yourself to be all bark and very little bite thus far. Besides, I will wear whatever wounds you give me with dignity, not shame." He spat out more threats which she saw as completely empty in that moment- in all her arrogance and hatred, the Red mix had not considered the fact that Kharak could be truly dangerous, could make her life within Khalsa even more of a living hell should she serve to aggravate him enough. All she cared about in that moment was making the Rajah realize that she would not back down just because of a few threatening words thrown in her direction, that she would not be made into a mindless drone like the other females in this pack, serving another male's whims without even giving a thought as to how it demeaned them.

"You are not the first male to take what he wanted from me," she spat, in a lower tone of voice. "And you will not be the last. If you truly wish to show me kindness, you could at least bother to take me seriously. Or better yet, cast that brute that calls himself Beowulf out of your pack, for taking from me without my permission. Actually, I'd prefer his head to be mounted at the borders, but I suppose that's too much for a kitten like me to ask for." Unaware of how her words might serve to drive the already aggravated male over the edge, Dyani was ashamed to find angry tears glimmering within her vision as she stood there, turning her back on Kharak for a split second in order to forcibly blink them back from her eyes. She was not going to show anything that could be perceived as a weakness towards this unfeeling, uncaring brute. Not if she could help it, at least.

Word Count: 648
Playmates: Kharak
Other: please don't eat her

Unaware that turning her back on Kharak would be seen as a sign of utmost disrespect rather than an effort to control the anger that was coursing through her system, Dyani continued to try and blink the angry tears out of her vision, responding to Kharak's words with more hissed lyrics. "My name is Dyani, if you must know. Not kitten, not little one, and not any of the other goddamn pet names that you see fit to give me." Finally having cleared the last of the tears from her vision, Dyani swiped a paw across her face before beginning to turn back towards the Rajah of Khalsa, ready and willing to give him even more of a piece of her mind than what had already been offered. "Has that sunk into your extraordinarily thick skull yet, you fucking behe-" Her words cut off as she saw Kharak lunging towards her out of the corner of her eye, breath stilling within her throat and blue eyes widening as she tried in vain to skitter backwards, attempting to put some distance between her and the brute that now seemed so enraged over her very presence.

It was not to be. His immense size and weight bore her down into the soil beneath her, and in the midst of her terror Dyani barely paid mind to where his jaws had fastened upon her flesh, breaths coming out harsh and hysterical as she tried to struggle against him. What a fool she'd been, to think that Kharak was harmless. To think that he was all bluster and very little bite, like all the rest of the males within this pack. She had pushed too far, said too many barbed words, and now the threat of her imminent death was very real, something which made a frightened squeal emerge from her maw as she writhed upon the sand and rocks. It was a sound that she had seldom made since her earliest days in her birth pack, when she had still been so afraid of her father's wrath, and though some small part of her felt shame over showing such an obvious weakness it was far overshadowed by the force of her terror. She would be punished, she would be scarred, she would be held down and forced to watch as someone close to her was killed to serve as an example- or worse yet, she would be killed for her insolence.

What reason would he have to keep her alive? She was good for nothing, worthless, somebody who only lived to drive everyone away from her with her barbed words and prickly demeanor, and now she would die without any form of aid-

"I'm sorry!" she shrieked out, her whole form quivering in fear as she shrunk down even further. "I'm sorry, Father, I'm sorry, I'll be good. I'll be good, I swear, please don't h-hurt me-" Letting out a frightened sob at the sight of the massive body looming over her, Dyani's form only continued to tremble, her words coming out pleading and laced with fear. "I'm your favorite, aren't I? That's what you always said. I'll go back to the dens with you, you can use me however you want, just-" It was only when the logical part of her mind reminded her that her father had been dead for months now that she finally realized what she had done, her body stiffening and her defenses slamming back up again as she twisted to view the brute before her. "I...I mean...Rajah-" Her throat seizing around the words, Dyani ducked her head again, pointedly avoiding meeting Kharak's gaze- though more out of shame than disrespect, this time. She had revealed something that she had kept hidden from other wolves for so long, after all, and she had no idea how the Rajah of Khalsa would react, or even if he would choose to care about such information.

Would it be enough for him to spare her and start listening to her words, or would he kill her anyway just to serve as an example?

Word Count: 684
Playmates: Kharak
Other: Ahhh yes the big reveal

Rather than showing anger as she had been expecting, Kharak simply chose to back off an instant after he had been practically looming over her, his words soft and almost understanding in a sharp contrast to the ire that he had shown just seconds previous. For a moment it was all Dyani could do to stare at him in bewilderment, giving a blink that was much slower than she would have liked in reaction. Surely he was not truly offering to show her sympathy in that moment. Surely it was just another trick of his to lure her into obedience and a false sense of security, much as her father had whispered honeyed words to her before taking what he wanted all the same. Kharak was no different than the other brutes that had come into her life, and the Red mix knew that she could not afford to trust him, could not afford to let her guard down even if she would show him the respect he thought he 'deserved' for now. Besides, should she ultimately succeed in her plan to escape from this pack and make her way in the world again, she would have no obligation to tell the Rajah anything that could potentially be used against her. No matter how much a small part of her that had not been trampled into obedience by her father's mistreatment wanted to reveal herself, she could not trust him.

He talked like he understood what she had gone through, that he empathized, and for a moment Dyani's old walls slammed up again as her eyes narrowed back into their customary scowl. "Don't claim to know anything about my life," she said roughly, the words nowhere near as barbed as they could have been while her voice still cracked and wavered. "Don't act like you understand. You think me weak now. I can-" See it, she wanted to say, but the words lodged in her throat as she took a shuddering inhale, blinking back the tears that were rapidly beginning to form in her vision. "What does it matter if they treated me roughly? Males have always taken what they wanted from me. They're like all the rest. And nothing you can do can change that." Dyani could not, would not believe that Kharak genuinely wanted to help her in this instance- he was the founder of the very organization that had treated her so roughly in the first place, a symbol of all that she had grown to hate in her life. Why would he change the policies that were likely the very foundation that this pack had been built on, when it was his authority against her own fragile words?

"It is not the only reason I am angry, no." She was hardly aware of the words until after they had left her mouth, aware that she was damning herself with every sentence she spoke but seemingly unable to stop the torrent of information from escaping her lips. "My father...my father used me at a young age. He would whisper honeyed words to me while taking my body for his own, and when I dared to speak up against it, he would beat me into submission. He killed my brother to keep me in line, and forced me to watch." Her blue eyes blazing at the thought of it, she looked up at Kharak as though daring him to feel disgust over her next set of words. "So I poisoned him. I slipped him seeds that would stop his heart, and then I left. And now, I've wound up here instead. How can I expect things to be different, when being used as a trophy is all I've known my whole life? When this place is built around the same principles that my father held over my head?" Her tone was not biting or derogatory as she asked the Rajah her questions, but resigned, almost as if the Red mix had accepted that this was to be her lot in life for the rest of her days.

"I doubt that your father has done anything that could be worse than what my own did to me," she whispered brokenly, ears flattened against her head out of shame. Wincing as adjusting her weight meant putting more pressure upon the limb that her father had mangled so long ago, Dyani twisted to view the twisted scar tissue that decorated that side, scowling at the memory of how her own parental figure had dragged her about as though she weighed no more than a dry twig. "You say you can help, but how do I know that I can trust you? How do I know that you won't just use this information against me?"

Word Count: 794
Playmates: Kharak
Other: Poor baby is so suspicious aaaa