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"You have your claws, your fangs. I wield a different type of weapon."

Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)
Mentions: Roman; Rajat [I]

Though her language, tone, and body language were not meant to be flirtatious, it was taken as such by the male and though she felt a speck of annoyance at the slight mistranslation, she couldn't be angry. "Perhaps I can. Yes, best get that treated," she concluded, her cadence not floaty and gentle like before in the interest of a correct inference from the male this time around, "Before you lose too much blood or get an infection." Elegant frame swiveled to head for the Whelp/Caretaker den, a small pantry of various healing supplies kept secure within, but was halted by the Alpha's announcement and ascending tones. She barked lightly, no doubt joining a short chorus of congratulations for the handsome grey Worthy and his near-uninjured self. In this sport of combat, the scoring was backwards, truly synonymous to the ever-present phrase: Less is more. The less injuries one sustained, the more revered one was. Victories heightened a wolf's illustrious prestige, and Rajat's had just increased exponentially. The Caretaker waited for either Roman to dismiss his subjects or for something else to arise and steal the attention from the wolves.

If they aren't going to fall for you,
Don't fall for them

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Aedeian | Female | 3 (1/2) years | Worthy
Location: Courtyard
Mentions: Tyrael, Mercy, Rajat

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4 Years
Location: Courtyard

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The smile on Silk's face never disappeared as Vlad sweet-talked his way into her heart. Looking at him during their grooming session, the softened Brawler would blink longingly, replying in a quiet tone, "As have you." Silk glanced over towards her shoulder for a moment, knowing that the healing process would take several weeks as the muscle was already damaged. Though, the male now left permanent feelings in Silk's once cold heart, and her narcisstic, flirty ways towards other males would most definitely cease. As Roman made his quick appearance in the Pits to acknowledge the victors, the dark wolfess couldn't help but flatten her ears and direct her gaze down to her paws, trying to ignore the fact that Rajat had just been promoted to Worthy. With Roman's words of encouragement, Silk sighed and merely shot him a glance and a flick of her ear. The fierce female is not accustomed to loss, so watching other wolves - including her new male of interest - get congratulated really resonated with her. "I won't give up, Alpha. I'm sure you'll see me back in the Pits soon enough," she'd call out in a confident tone, despite her apparent injuries. Turning her blonde gaze back to Vladimir, Silk perked up her ears and nudged his chin with her muzzle, swiftly swiping her tongue across his nose. "Come on," she barked, "Let's get back to the courtyard. I'm starving." With a heave of her haunches, her hind legs would straighten up before her forelegs and she'd rapidly pull her right paw up into her chest as the pain continued. When Vladimir would stand up, she'd lean on him, trying her best to support his left side where she had badly damaged.
After hauling themselves down the path, the now clean and fluffy-furred Brawler would slowly take her weight off of Vlad, giving themselves both a sense of dignity as they'd make their presence in front of the pack members. She'd let Vlad enter first, and Silk would be right on his tail, limping ever so subtly as she refused to look weak in front of her peers. Eyes flickering about, the fae world notice that Mercy, along with Rajat, was absent. Before heading towards the pile of prey, Silk would give Vlad a reassuring brush, rubbing her cheek along his tender neck since his sister couldn't interfere. The vain yet caring female could not stop her affection if she tried; once she grew feelings, she wouldn't stop proving herself to that particular male. After being outcasted from her previous pack, compassion posed as an extremely important concept to her.
As she parted with Vlad for a moment whilst approaching the pile of carcasses, her intimidating yellow gaze would fall upon Aedeian, another Worthy, along with Ty. She had forgotten for a moment that a newcomer was in her midst. With a small shrug, Silk halted in front of the remaining elk carcass along with a small hare. Carefully placing her sensitive paw on the ground, she kneeled down, shaking with each movement as her shoulder seemed to writhe in pain. She'd grasp the plump hare, the last of the rodent carcasses, and raised her head in a slow but proud fashion. Perking her ears up and turning back towards the courtyard, she'd find Vladimir and pad confidently towards him, but clumsily considering her limp. Silk knew that some eyes would be directed towards her interaction with the strong Beta male, but she didn't care. Keeping in mind of her state of estrus, Silk circled the male, brushing her tail along his body before laying down next to him, whilst kissing at his paws in a form of submission. Tail swayed in the air and spine would tingle as Silk thought about the possibility of having pups would this brute of a wolf. The pain within her body didn't seem to matter as her haunches would slowly wave and ears swiveled wildly, trying to get comfortable next to Vlad. She hoped he'd eat, as he needed to regain his strength.. if Silk ever wanted to get alone time with her new hunk.

Time Skip; Three months

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: Courtyard

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Brooke || Care Taker ||
Location: Whelping Den || Mentions: Kao, Kanti, Tillian, Mercy, Silk, Roman

Tired eyes would blink open to the late spring sun pouring through the opening of the cave. Jaws stretched in a wide yawn, but the she-wolf did not stand to stretch. There were three little bundles of fur pressed to her fur; she did not wish to disturb them. While the caretaker was aware that her pups would need toughening up, these first few weeks were spent with Brooke giving lots of loving attention. However, most of this attention was giving to the two pups with potential, Kao and Kanti. Brooke did not completely ignore the runt, Tillian, but the time spent with him did not compare to the time spent with his siblings. The caretaker was overall pleased with this litter. A promise of at least two great wolves. The children of a powerful Alpha. While they are still only a few weeks of age, the pups looked strong, excluding Tillian.

Brooke looked down at the three sleeping whelps. She was hoping they would wake soon so they could eat. The caretaker had learned she was not a fan of the little teeth and tiny claws moving panifully on her belly, but she did not complain. Brooke put up with it for the pack. Besides, that pain did not come close to the pride she felt. Roman's children were beautiful and he had seemed pleased, though she couldn't be totally sure.

Sounds from outside the den would cause her triangular ears to point towards the courtyard. She knew that her Alpha was awake and already ordering other pack members about. Faint words made their way to her ears. A hunt. Salmon tongue dragged over her lips at the thought of more food. Brooke had not been blind to the heaviness in her gut; she was very aware of her weight gain. However, the caretaker hand't notice much change in the males; they seemed as skinny as when winter was here. Brooke looked over to other wolves who would be staying in the whelping den. Both Mercy and Silk were overdue, and Brooke was very surprised they hadn't give birth yet. But she did enjoy the company of the pregnant she-wolves. The caretaker turned back to the cave opening and laid her jaw to the ground while she waited for either her pups or another wolf to wake so she had something to do.

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4yrs 3mo
Location: Whelping Den

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The spring proved to be promising. After healing from her wounds from the tournament, Silk and Vladimir shared a late-night rendezvous which lead to the fae's first pregnancy. With new ties to the Beta male and new feelings of attachment, the black Brawler became quite soft towards her packmates and the pack noticed how much happier she has become. The she-wolf was always in an excitable mood, happy to be bearing Vladimir's pups. Despite her goals for Champion, Silk put her body and her unborn pups first in every situation, as her motherly instincts kicked in quite early. Albeit being confined to the Courtyard for most of the season, the obsidian warrior would try to be active with every chance she got, though not vigorous enough to possibly hurt the litter. Pacing throughout the Courtyard, doing daily stretches, and gently play fighting with her fellow broodmothers and the caretakers helped Silk keep her muscular build; though, she did gain some weight from bulking up for her cubs. She could admit that she was anxious to get out again, to hunt and to brush up on her sparring skills, as her ambition and determination never faded during her time of pregnancy. She remained as vigilant and motivated as she was before breeding with the Beta male, and albeit the concept of sparring on her mind, the wise wolf knew that her pups came first. The term was long though, and the fae was growing uneasy with the extended pregnancy and the late birth. It was no doubt that irritation would be growing with every day without the arrival of her pups; she was grateful for Mercy's constant presence though, and she felt grateful to have a fellow brood mother next to her side for support throughout her first pregnancy.

It was late spring now, and the dry and arid summer was creeping up on the pack with every passing day. In the whelping den, Brooke, Mercy, and an utterly tired Silk would lay, relaxing in the shade of the den. Silk was laying on her swollen belly with her chin resting within her broad paws, eyelids shut. It's been a long pregnancy and rest seemed to be a constant aspect in the fae's life as her stomach grew and grew. She was awake though, as the constant kicking within her womb would keep the wolfess up throughout the hot nights. With a flick of her ears, Silk would listen to Roman's booming voice coming from outside the den, and soon Mercy's honey voice would gently caress Silk's ears. A small smirk would appear upon the Brawler's maw whilst listening to Mercy, silently agreeing with her that she was ready to get these pups out. When the Beta female would mention taking time off, Silk's perked ears would fall back slightly and her bright yellow orbs would blink open, staring ahead. Slowly lifting her head, Silk groggily looked to Mercy and licked at her chest before replying. "I know that den-rest is necessary. The pups come first.. and training will have to wait," she'd say quietly, in a calm tone. Looking down towards her paws, Silk hesitated before placing her head near Mercy's paws and saying to her, "It's worth it. But I do have to admit, I miss it." Silk thought about Aedeian and Rajat being Worthy's and how Silk would be behind with her training, falling behind with her progress in the rankings. With a quiet sigh to herself, Silk shut her eyes again and thought about Vladimir, wondering what the day would bring for him. New prospects in prey, she'd presume. Ears would swivel whilst listening to Brooke's cubs shuffling around her stomach. Opening her eyes to slits, Silk would look towards Brooke and the pups and would call out to her in a near whisper, "They really are precious, Brooke. I can't wait to see my own."

Kanti | Infant | 3 weeks
Whelping Den

The young pup was sleeping on her side with her back against her mother's warm belly. Her oversized paws were over her nose as some irritation had woken her up at some point during her slumber and she had fallen back asleep as she had been rubbing it away. She had just been twitching in her sleep but that eased as the pup started to wake up first with the bark from Roman then Mercy and Silk's words. Finally, the pup gave a little jerk before her eyes opened and her paws lowered. Rolling onto her belly, she lifted her head and let loose a big ol' tongue curling yawn accompanied by a small stretch. Kanti was a good sized puppy both due to genetics and Brooke's care and she was showing great promise. She was the picture of health and from the get go competing with her brothers for the best nipples. She was fairly easily able to push Tillian out of the way but was more evenly matched with Kao and often had little pushing matches with him when they were competing for the same tit.

Kanti had been looking around the den and blinking owlishly but hunger quickly drove her to seek out milk. She stood up and turned around before clambering over her brother's without seeming to know or care that it might hurt them. By scent she found her favorite nipple and shoved her way between one of her brothers and her mother's belly to latch onto it. It was her favorite both due to the large amount of milk it usually contained and for the ease the milk flowed out of it. Front paws found the ground and she brought her back paws forward before pressing them to her brother's side. The young pup pushed as hard as she could, trying to force her brother's out of the way so she could lay down comfortably while nursing.