This Is Us [Kalique]

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Kalique's life had been fairly dark since Tayas had died and the pups he had sired with Siren had not survived. He had many more frequent outbursts of anger that were so uncontrollable he was avoiding the female he cared so deeply about. He did not want to hurt her, and he knew that he would never forgive himself for already having done so in the past. But he could not stay away from her forever. He kept up with his duties, running into Beowulf quite frequently and taking out his anger and frustration on the trespassers that thought it was somehow intelligent to waltz right into Khalsa's borders. But today was different. That morning he had woke somewhat sated, calmer than most days, and perhaps it had been the unruly and disrespectful female Dyani that he had injured and he and Beowulf had put in her place that had given him a proper outlet for his fury.

Either way, he was calmer as the daylight danced on his face and pulled him from his sleep. He lifted his head and yawned loudly, stretching lazily and pushing himself to his feet. He had not chosen a den to sleep in the night before, as it had been warmer than usual that night, though he could feel the edge of fall already beginning to cool down the desert - if only slightly. The lands would still be hotter than average for Anikira throughout the winter, but they might potentially get a little bit of rain over the coming season if they were lucky. Once he was done stretching, he pushed himself to his full height and moved out of the shade he had been dozing in. The sun immediately made his dark back uncomfortable, but he ignored it in favor of searching out the only wolf that he wanted to see that day.

Her scent was never hard to follow, and in fact it was much harder for him to avoid if he were being honest. Today he traced her steps, leading him out of The Occasus and into the newly claimed land of Arit. He was pleased that she was easy to find, and that she had remained in Khalsa's claimed lands. He could not keep her safe outside of Khalsa's home, but if she stayed within the borders she would not be touched. He made sure of it. Perhaps his constant patrolling was partially to rid himself of the excess fury that filled him so frequently, and perhaps it was also to keep her safe. Either way, he was glad to find her unharmed and just as beautiful as the last time he had seen her. He paused at a distance to watch her, tilting his head and ignoring the heat of the sun as she stepped from the waters and began to groom herself carefully. It was an action that perhaps many wolves would not even notice, but based off of his own obsessive grooming habits, he was pleased to find that she was putting such care into her appearance. Not that she needed to groom herself in such a way to be beautiful in his eyes.

Eventually he stepped forward, closing the distance between them until he came to a stop only a few inches from her. He did not ask her permission to approach, nor did he give her a chance to adjust to his sudden presence. Instead he joined in her grooming, letting his tongue swipe along her forehead and over her ears, gently flattening the fur that she could not reach and pulling away water that might have settled there. "Hello beautiful." He said softly, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the wind and the water nearby. He lowered his hips into a sitting position as he let his tongue explore her face, head and neck, grooming her as well as pulling her close at the same time. It did not bother him that she was still somewhat wet, as she had already removed the majority of the moisture from her fur and he simply wanted to feel her close after so long.

(Siren)

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His eyes closed as she pressed her nose into his fur, and he sighed softly as he enjoyed the closeness between them. It had been too long since he had felt her loving embrace, and he was not about to let anything ruin it until he was ready to pull away and look down at her. In fact, he pressed a bit closer as she shifted, but finally he allowed himself to look down at her as she lifted her nose to look up at him, and he offered her a small smile and a lick to the nose when she said she missed him. But then came the question he knew that she would ask. The question that he knew she already had the answer for. Where he had been and what he had been up to. He had taken the death of their litter hard, but he had not wanted to take things out on her. It had not been her fault, and on top of Tayas's death, he had been too dangerous to be around her.

He had made a friend in Beowulf, and though he knew that Siren did not like the other Srhaada, he knew that the other male would leave her alone now thanks to the work they had been doing. "I have been patrolling and protecting our home." He said, knowing that she would require more details to put her mind at ease. With a soft sigh he closed his eyes, leaning his head forward and nuzzling his cheek against her own softly. "My love for you could not allow me to take out my anger and frustration on you or the young. With Beowulf's help I have secured multiple females to take your place so that you are mine alone." He said, finally opening his eyes and lifting his nose to nip lightly at her ear. It was perhaps a somewhat possessive gesture, but he meant it when he had said she would belong to no one but him.

She would not be touched by another, she would be protected, and that had only come because he had ensured the females he had taken into Khalsa were suitable for the Ganika rank she had once held. Kharak would not take just any female, so he - along with Beowulf's eager help - made sure that they would satisfy the other males of Khalsa. He was perhaps much more violent with them than the red-hued male, but they were yet another outlet for his anger so that Siren could enjoy the peaceful and loving male that sat before her in that moment. "Please do not hate me for doing what I must do to protect you." He said softly, not truly meaning for the words to spill out of his mind and from his tongue. But they had been spoken, and he pulled back slightly to look down at her and gauge her reaction. Would they argue again? Would she yell at him? Would she walk away? He had no idea what to expect, so instead of assuming anything, he simply just watched and waited.

(Siren)