She's Country(Duke/Kaliska)

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/9g94ll.jpg] Her sides heaved with every intake and out take of air, as she ran over the land. Her eyes weren’t closed; though she saw nothing as she ran. Her mind was in another place, as she crossed the land, a time in the past when everything was easier, more… laid out to be viewed. Not that things were becoming laid out. Kal’s eyes narrowed as she snapped back into reality, and slowed, her attention turning to her enlarged stomach. Pups. She was only thankful no one had commented on the fact she was pregnant, or asked who the pups belonged to. Kal barely had the desire to admit it to herself, who had sired the pups. The small coyote snarled, ears flickering back, her core personality coming out, as it usually did when she was alone. Kal might act shy or awkward around others – seeing how she was raised as an anti-social creature, but in truth, when Kal needed to be… well, she’s what you would call ‘one tough cookie.’ Maybe it was the coyote in her. Maybe it was a shadow of her past glimmering through. All that Kaliska knew was that she could handle her own against anyone. Her mind went back to that creature, Dino, ands she wrinkled her nose… Almost anyone. She kicked at some grass and soil with a paw, watching long, sharp nails carve into the dirt, as her eyes flashed darkly. I hate this. Them. What ever is growing inside me! She sighed as she started up a walk again, heading towards the shipyard. Since Kal had issues with ‘pack life’ she often kept to herself, and went exploring, hence how she knew her way to the shipyard so well. Just like she knew which ship she wanted to go too. She moved towards the smaller ship, ignoring the others, as she crawled onto it, and entered it by a hole in the deck. The planks had broken through, and created a ramp down into the darkness, as she descended towards a room she’d found a few weeks ago. Most of the ships’ captain quarters had already been ransacked but this one’s was still in good order. The bed was a bit disheveled, smelly, and had some holes in the mattress, but if you rearrange the blankets just right, you’d never notice. It was to this bed that Kal was heading as she jumped up onto the bed, and used her forepaws to dig and rearrange the set up of the bed, so she could lay down in a nest of blankets. Her muzzle descended upon her paws, as her eyes closed, and her breath left her in a sigh sound. Maybe she could at least get some relaxation, right? She attempted to let herself relax, as she felt her mind go blank, and soon sleep was upon her. She slept as peacefully as possible, for a creature who obviously went to sleep with nightmares. She fidgeted and whined as she slept, tossing and turning, as she fought with her mind to change the dreams to something better. Something she could handle. Though, luckily, the nightmare didn’t last long. Kal’s nightmares weren’t enough to wake her, but she wasn’t sure what had, as she sat straight up, almost falling off the bed. Her expression creased into a frown, as she looked around, wondering what had woken her from her dream. Something had to have woken her. It was then that she heard someone, or something moving around, and suddenly the little femme was on the floor, instincts from living south coming back as she stood in a defensive position, as if to protect her territory rather then her sleeping spot, as she snarled out a growl. It was no lie that the femme had guts, “Where are ya?” She snarled out in a heavily accented, yet oddly gorgeous southern tones. It was no lie that the southern belle thing made the gorgeous coyote just a little more appealing, and with the accent tying everything in… well, obvious, Kal was a very unique creature. “Show yourself, or else…” She said, snarling as she looked around, still seeing no one. Who was there, someone had to be… She could hear movement in the shadows and she moved in a tight circle, trying to peer through the darkness, and wishing she’d found away to light the lights before taking her nap. “Fraidy cat, much? Ya just gonna hide there? What type of canine are ya? You’re more like a cat….” Call the little coyote stupid if you will, standing up to a shadowy creature that could easily be twice her height, and much more dominating, but the truth was, Kal didn’t care. She’d take on anyone if it meant saving her hide. And it probably didn’t help that she wasn’t to found of other canines and dogs, do t her coyote instincts, which told her that she shouldn’t be sharing land with them. As a highly territorial creature, it was no surprise she’d feel this way. After all coyotes were creatures who kept to their own lands, and would fight to keep what they had separate from another. And, it was beginning to look like she had just paste the honeymoon stage of being part of the pack, where your real personality begins to show. Kal had no idea who she really was, or why she was really this way, but one thing was for certain. She was no fraidy cat, and she’d protect anyone she cared about, and anything that was hers, with her life… Problem is, who would she let in close enough to see this dominant, strong willed side of her? Unless you count those who sneak up on her. Who ever was hiding in the shadows seemed to be getting a 101 class on just who the little, innocent, shy, awkward coyote – Kaliska – really is when the time comes. Think the thoughts. "Talk the talk."

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Duke


The secret side of me, I never let you see,
I keep it caged but I can't control it.
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly,
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it...


.xXx. Sleep. It was something some underestimated; something some were even afraid of. One needed sleep to rejuvenate and heal their wounds; to wake up the next morning feeling as if they could conquer the world. And yet, as much as sleep was needed, Duke felt it a nuisance. After all, sleeping just took up time. Time, in which could be used for much more important things. However, the brute knew better than to go without sleep. And so, that was why he was in a current slumber, underneath the protection of a large overhang. Usually Duke slept with images of his fights passing over his eyes; those were normal, and to be expected. Those certain dreams didn’t bother him.


These ones did.


Duke hadn’t thought of them in the longest time. The men that purchased him from his owner, and introduced him to hell. The very men that drove Duke into the uncontrollable madness, in which his mind currently rested in. The madness that ate at his core, with every passing moment. He remembered the beatings; the feeling of utter vulnerability, and the longing to be somewhere better. His raging need to escape, partnered with the unbridled anger that soon consumed him. Why did such images bother him?


Because if it wasn’t for those men, he’d be different.


Duke’s eyes opened, as his head shot upright with alarming speed. He jerked himself onto his feet, immediately shaking off the loose dust that clung to his coat. He watched the particles dance through the air, before landing onto the ground with an irritated sigh. The Doberman’s head lowered to align itself with his shoulders.


Fuck being different. He rather enjoyed the way he was.


A slow smirk found its way onto the large brute’s maw, before he was convinced. Dreams of such things tended to impact him, in ways Duke didn’t appreciate. He didn’t need to be questioning his identity, because of a few men. After all, it was also those men who had fallen at his feet; bloodied and mutilated beyond compare. Duke licked his chops at the thought of such a horrifically beautiful sight, before his ears swivelled to catch the faintest of noises. Duke’s head turned slowly, expressionless eyes taking in the area around him carefully. And sure enough... Bingo. Duke spied one of his pack members, the coyote with the rather attractive, southern accent, racing across the land, towards the dock. She looked... Troubled.


Perhaps Duke could help the little damsel in distress, hmm?


The brute almost grinned at the thought, as he walked after her noiselessly. He kept behind, and to the shadows a tad more, not wanting to expose himself. He knew how comforting a troubled female could work out in his favour. Talk about some Brownie Points. Duke thought momentarily, before lowering his muzzle towards the moist ground below him. Inhaling, Duke’s chest expanded greatly, before he released the breath, and followed the route the female had taken. He was up for a little hide-and-seek, especially with a female like her.


Duke chuckled darkly, before simmering his expression, forcing it to return to the serious interest that had always gotten females attention. He could only hope he’d get a little lucky, tonight. The Doberman worked his way along the dock, the tips of his claws clicking against the wood of the structure. He paced back and forth along the dock, looking over the smaller boat she had entered until pausing, smirking. Time to wake the little lady? Duke trotted towards the end of the dock, seeing a large big filled with old, falling apart fishing instruments. Seemed well enough. The Doberman stood on his haunches, placing his front paws on the bin, before latching in the far side, with his muzzle. His jaw tightened, and the brute pulled savagely, yanking on the bin until it fell over with the large clattering of the tools. Duke took a step back, satisfied, before making his way back towards the boat. A small grin split across his maw, as he heard the female voice.


Oh? Seems someone has a little feisty side. Duke waited for a few moments, hearing the female call out the intruder, before deciding to make his move. Duke leapt off the side of the dock, and slipped through the window in the side of the boat, landing in a poised crouch just feet away from the coyote. Nice entrance, right? Duke exhaled forcefully, before restoring himself to his full height, and smiling at her. His smile was one of interest and charm, though it was nothing but the slight curve of his lips. Nothing less; nothing more.


“Hello, Kaliska.”


He said slowly, his masculine voice deep, and dripping with the experienced charm he projected so well. Duke didn’t yet sit down, due to the fact he didn’t know much about the female, but he let his features soften visibly. He didn’t want her to feel under pressure, or uncomfortable. Duke’s eyes, from pure instinct, ran over the contours of her body quickly, before returning to her face, satisfaction lighting up his features. Damn, the girl knew how to please, even if she was pregnant. And that accent helped her a hell of a lot, as well. Duke sighed lightly, before raising a brow, waiting for a reaction.

Oh, how he couldn’t wait for the evening to unfold.


I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin,
I must confess that I feel like a monster.
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun,
I must confess that I feel like a monster...

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/9g94ll.jpg] Kaliska wasn’t only friendly terms with many of the members in the pack, a few females, and that was it. Of course, Taboo was the female she was closest to. The only dog who knew the truth behind the litter Kaliska was carrying now. But, right now, Kal wasn’t sure if even Taboo could make her feel better. She growled to herself, or rather, the enlarge midsection – thanks to Dino. I’m going to kill him. Next time I see him, his blood will be on my paws. I’ll make sure of it. She snarled as she made her way towards the hideaway she’d found in the little ship. Of course, she wasn’t aware of the Alpha following her. Luckily, of course, it wasn’t some other alpha, but rather the alpha of her pack. Didn’t mean she liked him any more then she liked any other male though… In truth, Kal wasn’t found of Duke, she’d rarely said more then three words to him, but he always seemed a tad uptight, and self absorbed. Like he was the finest piece of ass you could see in the land. Hmph. I’ve been south, I know what hot looks like… and. that is not hot. Kaliska shook her head, rolling light amber eyes as the pretty, little coyote made her way to her hiding place; and slipped into the bed to rest. Of course, she was waken rather quickly when some bin outside had fallen over, on purpose at that. And it didn’t take much for the half asleep Kaliska to fully awaken and be prepared for everything. What ever was out there, they were going to regret messing with Kal today. Of course, she wasn’t expecting the entrance Duke pulled. Her eyes snapped open when she saw the outline of a black body jump though the window, and the little coyote stumbled back, as her offensive turned to defensive, a snarl ripping out of her throat, before her eyes locked onto Duke, as he stood and flashed her a charming smile, “Fuck, it’s you.” She snarled out, her accent ringing load and clear as she narrowed her eyes, her canines displayed in an aggressive warning. She was pissed, she was cranky, she was exhausted, she was carrying the pups of the Alpha of the Former Pack, Embalm. And now she had to deal with him. Hello, Kaliska. She snarled at the use of her full name, glaring at him once more, “Don’t call me that. That ain’t my name. Ya want me to answer – try Kal. Or is that to much fer yer Neanderthal brain to process? Shall I repeat it; slower? My… name… Kal… not… Kaliska… Do ya understand?” Can you see patronizing, much? And this was what was to be expected to be a mother to some pups… Like that’d turn into anything but a disaster. In truth, Kal didn’t want a family. She didn’t believe in love, any sort of love; and she defiantly didn’t trust a male to stay long enough to help her raise any pups. She didn’t trust males period. The only good male; is an Alpha. They have to care for ya. That is what my ma always said. Though she always glared at daddy when she said it to. But, ya know what? I dun think she had considered there was an alpha like Duke out here in the world. He defiantly ain’t work nada. He’s just here to look pretty. Ya, obvious, Kal didn’t approve of Duke, but what do you expect from a female raised in the hateful environment she had been raised in. When the only thing a male did was beat his pups, and force his ‘mate’ to be submissive, and make sure he lived happily. She snarled as she turned towards Duke, her snarl strengthening as he actually ‘checked’ her out, annoyed by the satisfaction he had from what he saw. “That’s right, honey. Look all ya want. ‘Cause you ain’t gonna touch nothin’. Not ever.” She snarled, her aggression dismissing as if he wasn’t worth it, as she turned around and moved back to the bed, climbing up and laying down among the bedding, her glare focused on Duke, “What do you want, Duke? Hmm? How about gettin’ lost. I’m in a bad mood already, I’d rather ya not go and make it any worse, hmm?” Of course, the growl that time was directed more towards the pups growing inside her, and Dino where ever he was, “How about you go find some other fae to pretend to be her hero. Of course, I bet she’ll love it when she learns that fae don’t get any god damned protection here.” She snarled, that sentence giving away a little to much information. No protection – it was probably the only hint, if he should catch on of course; that the pups she happened to be carrying. Where not exactly with in her consent. Or at least, they weren’t now. She still doesn’t remember anything from that day. All she remembered was Dino approaching, declaring she’d carry his pups if it was the last thing she did, then apologizing, then… she was pregnant. Kal’s cold glare turned back towards Duke, one last sentence leaving her, the accent heavy, and thicker then normal, making the southern belle sound all the more southern, and all the more cowgirl, “Get lost, Duke. You might think ye’re all that, but I’ve seen much better down south.” She said with one final dismissal. She wanted nothing to do with ‘him.’ Think the thoughts. "Talk the talk."

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Duke The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx. In a few ways, Duke lived off of fear. He flourished in the simple shirking of an opponent, or the glimmer of doubt in another’s eyes, So, I’m sure you can imagine the slight, short-lasting glory Duke felt, when he was greeted from a snarl from Kaliska. He hadn’t been expecting that, nor did he expect her suddenly defensive-seeming position. The Doberman lowered his head briefly, his smirk staying planted firmly on his cold features. As the female spoke, a sly chuckle slipped from between Duke’s parted maw, as his head jerked up to restore him to his full height. His eyes ran over her expression quickly; teeth bared, eyes narrowed. It was quite the show, if you asked Duke. Quite the show, indeed. Duke wasn’t fazed whatsoever by this female’s act of aggression, and he just kept his expression neutral. Well, as neutral as he could, considering his hormones were constantly raging inside of him. Duke exhaled lightly, before speaking, addressing her in her full name. However, he soon learned that her full name seemed to bother her. He raised a brow slowly, his smirk draining from his expression as she continued to speak. She was speaking to him as if he was stupid. Who the fuck did she think she was? Duke stared at her for a moment, unbothered, before chuckling again, amusement sneaking into his features. Duke decided to let her little mouth get away with it. She was pregnant, and therefore hormonal. But hell, she’d better kiss ass when she was back to normal. “Well, then.” Duke said, a mocking tone entering his voice briefly. “I suppose Kal it is.” He spoke simply, nodding once. The movement was abrupt and rather uncomfortable, though only because Duke didn’t prefer showing respect to someone that had called him stupid. He did, however, respect the feisty-ness of the female before him. Duke let his eyes run over her lithe frame slowly, ignoring the fact her stomach was twice the size it should have been. In a few weeks, that would be fixed, and the coyote would be back to looking like every other female out here. Worthy of Duke’s company. It was then though, that Duke’s thoughts were dragged from such entertaining thoughts, at Kal’s words. Another small chuckle left him, as the Doberman watched the female climb into her supposed ‘bed.’ “You say that today, Kal.” He said smirk changing slightly, into an interested smile. “But you could always change your mind tomorrow.” The brute spoke simply, all the while letting his back legs recline underneath him, shifting him into a sitting position. Duke’s eyes stayed firmly trained on the coyote’s as she spoke once more, his ears swivelling towards her, as if longing to drink in the sound of her voice. After all, her accent was quite something. She was unique, which in turn, made Duke automatically long for her. A little Southern girl to add to the collection. Perfect. It was then, as Duke was about to speak, the female did so once more. And the foul tone of her voice, as well as her words, caused all expression to drain from Duke’s features, leaving him looking rather... Cold. His ears flattened, and the brute stood up slowly, facing her. “You have plenty of fucking protection here, and you know it. So don’t you dare be throwing me under the buss, for whatever damn trouble you got yourself into.” Duke spoke sourly, the cold venom in his voice reflecting his slight offense. It wasn’t her place to say there was no protection here. A low, barely audible growl left the Doberman, before he received a glare from the coyote, as well as yet another insult. Duke’s ears flattened momentarily, but he stayed perfectly composed. If only she knew what he’d done. If only she knew how he could rip her apart. Duke’s brows furrowed slightly. If she knew those things, she wouldn’t dare talk to him the way she was. “You’re harsh words don’t hurt me, for I no longer take offense by such.” He said simply, rolling his shoulders and smirking again. “Although I will admit, your attitude is wearing me down.” Duke admitted slightly, relaxing back into a sitting position once more. He’d wondered before why females could be so downright stubborn, but he had never really let it bother him. They had their own spirits, and Duke knew that. He just wished some of them weren’t so entirely... Resistant. But then again, resistance is no good when overpowered. I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster. I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster... Words: 864 Muse: Horrible. Notes: Sorry. My muse was alright... But then it kinda.... Left. D;

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/9g94ll.jpg] Kal had no desire to see the male that had jumped in through the window. Her expression was not one all that pleased, either, as she snarled, watching the Doberman lower his head, and a smirk slip onto cold features, as she spoke, a chuckle arose from his throat, his head jerking up again, as he took in her expression, his full height being restored. And Kal would be lying if she said she was pleased her actions didn’t faze the bastard. It was then that he used her full name, as she growled slightly in annoyance, before he chuckled again. Well then. I suppose Kal it is. The mocking tone had the little coyote snarling, her eyes narrowing, as she contemplated how many pie she could be able to tear his body into. His speech was simple. Nodding only once, as his eye ran over her frame. You say that today, Kal. But you could always change your mind tomorrow The coyote rolled her eyes, “I ain’t likeleh to change meh mind any time soon. Ya, hear?” More like, she isn’t likely to change it ever. Or at least, not while she was annoyed like this. He shifted his form until he was sitting, his eyes trained on her alone, as she grumbled, before his response had her narrowing her eyes again. You have plenty of fucking protection here, and you know it. So don’t you dare be throwing me under the bus, for what ever damn trouble you got yourself into. Protection? Where was the protection when the Alpha of the former Embalm pack decided to make her the mother of his next litter? Where was that protection when he approached, ready to fuck. Trouble she got herself into? She was trying to keep Dino off Rigormortis Lands! “Oh yes! It’s the little coyotes fault she couldn’t fight off the fuckin’ dog. Protection my ass. What sort of protection lets females get raped on their own land, you jack ass?” Shit. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. But the again, it did piss her off… She had been determined to keep the male off the pack lands, it wasn’t her fault she was in heat. It wasn’t her fault she was not match for the much larger male. She didn’t get herself into trouble. She was attempting to do her job as a member of the pack… She just managed to fail at it. Fail and end up pregnant too… She glowered, her gaze dropping, as she stood, almost shaking. Though it wasn’t from fear. It was from attempting to keep her anger controlled. Or at least, mostly under control. You’re harsh words don’t hurt me, for I no longer take offense by such. Although I will admit, your attitude is wearing me down. She growled again, her cold, hateful gaze settled on him. “Oh? Then do me a favor. Leave.” So she could go back to it just being her. Think the thoughts. "Talk the talk."