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Equal Shares pt. 4

By: MoarSausNou

My eyes crack open slightly as I wake from unconsciousness. A searing blaze of light greets my eyes and I immediately shut them again. I groan as I roll to my side, pulling an arm over my face in the process, to escape the blinding rays of the sun.

"Morning," I hear rumble in front of me. Ugh, why does he sound so cheery?

All I respond with is a grunt and curl up into a tight ball.

"Water?" The deep words resonate through me.

I suddenly feel as though my mouth is a desert. Without thinking about it, my tongue licks my lips and I swallow drily. "Mhmm..." I mewl. I hear the sound of boulders rubbing together, and I realize that Raigor must be chuckling at me. A cross between a groan and a sigh forces itself out of my esophagus and I prop myself up onto my elbow. I squint open my eyes and find myself staring at naked green furless giant, his fiery red hair tied and laying beside him. I notice a dagger hanging off the tip of his ponytail that I hadn't noticed before. My eyes drift down to his dick and I feel myself beginning to blush as images of what happened earlier spring into my mind.

I notice a monstrously thick arm reach around me. I look at it and see a cup filled with water cradled with equally monstrous fingers. I turn around towards Raigor and mutter thanks as I accept the cup. I stare at the container in my hand, marveling the light's reflections off of the surface of the fluid.

I hear soft thuds behind me as I feel light quakes marking Raigor's departure. I feel a larger quake occur as Raigor flops down onto the earth. I look over and see the Earthshaker laying down resting his head on the stomach of a still slumbering Ulfsaar, his eyes staring off in the distance and a mysterious smile lingering on his lips.

I take a sip from my cup as I turn back towards my own companion. As the fluid touches my tongue, my body shudders. The chill in the water cools my overheated body and slides sensually down my ragged throat. My eyes begin to water from the pleasure. Sweet ambrosia.

I look down at the man lying before me and a plan seizes me. I take another sip from my cup and hold the water in my mouth as I lean towards my lover's unknowing lips. Our mouths connect and his lips open to me instantly. I let the fluid in my mouth flow into my partner's mouth in a steady trickle as I gaze at his eyes.

His eyes snap open and then slowly cross closed as the fluid washes his mouth and slides down his throat. I feel him swallowing rapidly to keep himself from choking. I let my tongue slip into his mouth and I slide it against his own. His response is instantaneous. His hand finds its place behind my head and pulls me into him. I smile into his mouth. Sorry, but this is my time. I force his arm back to his side and break the kiss. His eyes open in confusion. He opens his mouth to say something, but I silence him with a finger giving him a playful look. I am reminded of the peculiarities of the metal encasing our necks as I feel a finger against my own lips. I nibble at his neck, and myself through the sorcerous collars, and I hear him sigh. I huff at him and tweak his nipple sharply, wincing at the pain, and give him a dangerous look to tell him he's to do nothing. He swallows audibly.

I give him a toothy grin and I feel him shudder beneath me. I'm the one in control now.

I move my mouth to the nipple I injured and gave it an apologetic suckle, sighing at the pleasure. I look up towards Huskar with his nipple still in my mouth. His eyes are glazed over and he's panting gently. A smile once again crosses my lips as I bite his nipple gently, kneading it with my teeth. His mouth opens even further and his breath catches. I begin to feel a thick sausage brush against my inner thigh. Later. I pinch his other nipple with my claws, teasing it with the points. Huskar's head lays back, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure.

I release the nipple I'm pinching and give it a small kiss. I glide down his torso, making sure my furry torso rubs against him, sliding my lips across his powerful stomach, shivering at the sensations I'm giving myself. I can get used to these collars. I want his cock in my mouth so bad. I position myself over him and, with a glance towards my lover, lower myself towards him.

"Sorry to interrupt you four, but there's a problem." I hear hissed behind me.

I freeze in place. How long was he there? I spin around to face a perturbed Venomancer. My inability to detect him earlier alarms me.

"Get dressed, and meet me back at the edge of the base. All of you." He states as he turns away. His tone confuses me. He didn't sound angry, as I would have expected. He sounded... pained. Concern washes over me. I turn back to the man I was inches away from fellating. He has the same expression of confusion and concern as I.

I cluck my tongue in annoyance. It can't be helped. I turn towards the other love birds. Ulfsaar is still sleeping and Raigor is still laying his head upon his companion's chest.

"Come on, let's figure out what Lesale wants." I tell Raigor, as I secure my bandana around my face. Raigor sighs and lifts himself off of the Ursine. Ulfsaar whines pitifully and rouses from his slumber. The Ursa lifts himself and blearily looks about. He gives a mighty yawn and smacks his chops while scratching the back of his neck.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"Dunno," I state, as I toss him his armor, "Lesale wants us though," Ulfsaar only grunts in response.

We don our gear quickly and head out towards the entrance of our base.

"So that's your final decision then,"

A chill sets in my spine, and my heart begins to struggle to beat. My hand places itself on my chest at the pain manifesting itself there. I sprint over towards Lesale as he replies, "I already told you, it's over. I'm not coming back."

I give the Venomancer an inquiring look as I approach, but his attention is towards the man speaking. I turn my gaze towards the speaker as well and I grow cold.

"Rotund'jere," I say aloud, "Long time, no see. I was beginning to wonder when we'd get to meet."

Raigor leans towards me and whispers, "He feels of disease and death." I simply nod in return, not daring to let the fallen cardinal out of my sight. Something's off, why is he alone? He doesn't even have a weapon.

"What's your business here?" Huskar roars out.

"Leave, before my claws find you," Ulfsaar challenges.

"Was that a threat?" The Necrolyte chuckles, "What makes you think you stand a chance against me?" I glance around at the edge of the forest. There has to be reinforcements.

"What makes you think you stand a chance against me?" Huskar bellows, as he lifts his spear and blade aggressively and charges. Just then, I see something in the tree line.

"It's a trap!" I cry out, but Huskar doesn't hear me, "Shit." I chase after the berserker. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the glint of metal and instinctively raise my blade to protect my head and am rewarded by the clang of metal on metal as a dagger bounces off of my weapon.

"Bitch," I whisper.

"You called?" I hear behind me.

I launch to my side and roll as I summon the shadows to hide me. I spin about just in time to see the earth explode underneath Akasha. Got you. I launch towards the Queen of Pain, blade poised to land the killing blow. Right before I impale her, I feel a cold blade lodge itself into my stomach.

I gasp at the pain and I look down and see... nothing. No blade. No damage. I whisk around, realization gripping me. Huskar. I see him, now impaled and suspended upon a spectral green scythe. He's struggling to remove himself without any luck. The Necrolyte is cackling viciously. "Your soul is mine!" I hear him say. Huskar suddenly tenses and a blue light begins to emerge from the berserker's mouth. In my chest, I begin to feel my life try and emerge from my own lips.

"NO!" I scream and I throw a shuriken at the cardinal. It connects with his shoulder and he lurches backwards from the force, but Huskar's soul continues to emerge from his lips. I charge the necrolyte. Does no one else know what's happening? I glance around quickly and then I see why I'm alone in trying to save Huskar. The entirety of the Dire decided to attack en mass. Lesale, Raigor and Ulfsaar are pinned down due to the combination of tearing darkness, searing flames, and dark incantations of the Nightstalker, the Doom Bringer, and the Warlock. They seem to be holding their ground with the help of the Venomancer's wards forcing the Dire to dodge globules of acid. The only reason I'm not pinned down fighting as well right now is because of Raigor protecting me from the Queen of Pain. Right.

I return my focus towards saving Huskar. It's getting harder to breathe the closer I get to the Necrolyte and my heart is seizing. I feel small dagger and claw bites and the heat of fire on random patches of my skin reminding me of the fight Ulfsaar is enduring. I'll have to be fast. As I approach, I feel the pain of death creep around inside of me as I watch the blood drip down the scythe blade. Don't die. I lower my shoulder and bring myself into a running crouch and ram my shoulder into the cardinal's waist as I push my legs straight, launching the Necrolyte into the air. The feeling of a blade in my gut vanishes as the scythe evaporates. The relief is immediately followed by the pain of landing onto the hard earth, the pain disorienting me. I shake it off and continue charging towards the Necrolyte, blade poised. He's struggling to get up, but I won't let him live any longer. He tried to kill someone I cared for.

"Die." I whisper, as I plunge my blade into his foul heart.

I sigh in relief. One down. Just then, a cold hand grips my arm and pulls me down to the unholy cardinal's face. "Don't think you've won just yet." The Necrolyte begins to laugh uncontrollably as his body begins to emit a sickly green glow. Emerald wisps emerge from his body and begin drift away from him, save for one. This one heads for me and slips inside of my chest, and my world exploded into pain. My soul feels as though it's being torn asunder. Then, it's over. I give a shaky gasp as my vision returns to me. The first thing I see is Rotund'jere locked in death with a terrifying grin plastered on his lips. Then I remember something horrible. I bring my hand to my throat instinctively and feel the cold metal of the spiked collar.

I spin around and see Huskar crippled upon the ground, his healing globes encircling him to staunch the blood oozing from his stomach wound. He looks up at me and the pained look on his face shows that he felt the same thing I did. Then I notice something that stills my heart. There are eight more wisps, and each of them are heading towards each of the combatants. No.

The second wisp slides into Huskar and once again, the pain racks over my body. The pain fades once again, and I see Ulfsaar stumble. Damn it. I'm not sure if I can take another like that, not to mention Huskar. I rush over to him, but he waves me off. "I'm fine," He wheezes out unconvincingly. I give him a look telling him that he certainly isn't, but he isn't looking at me. Instead, he's trying to stand as he picks up his weapons. I look back towards the wisps just in time to see four of them slide into each of the remaining Dire. Instead of making them writhe in pain, they appear to be more refreshed and attack with renewed vigor. My mind reels in confusion. I see Lesale and Raigor viewing the wisps for the first time, and I then see Ulfsaar telling them what they did to Huskar and me.

"Get out of there," I whisper, and I hurry to help Huskar up. If they get hit by those wisps, then the pain will distract them enough so that they'd... I can't let that happen.

I start to run towards the group. They're getting overwhelmed despite the wards' assistance. I need to help somehow, but I didn't retrieve my shuriken yet. Stupid. Just then, right before the wisps collide with their final targets, I notice Lesale look at me with sad eyes, smiles, and mouth the words, "Sorry." What? What does he mean by that?

Then, without warning, a green sphere of mist envelops the combatants and spreads outwards rapidly. Before I could even think, I was surrounded by the mist as soon as I felt the pain caused by the wisp inserting itself into Ulfsaar. As the pain fades, I cover my mouth, for what I'm breathing is most certainly toxic. Oddly, I feel nothing. It's as though I were simply standing in a misty field, albeight green.

Screams.

I struggle forward blindly. Who's screaming? They're from voices I've never heard before. The mist slowly clears to a scene of chaos. All of the Dire is struggling to stand. They're all shaking and I see Demnok cough up blood.

"How dare you," I hear. The voice makes my skin crawl. It's as though the voice heralds destruction and despair. "You betray your people, and now you dare?" Lucifer lifts his finger towards the Venomancer, "I mark your soul," as those words are stated, a circle of red appears below Lesale. "Today marks your death." A line draws itself inside the circle. "May you live in endless torment." The line connects with the other side and begins to bounce rapidly forming a star-like pattern. "Now kindly die," The demon calmly states as he thrusts his fiery sword into the chest of the Venomancer. Lesale looks down at the sword piercing him and opens his jaws to say something, but only green bile crosses his mandibles. His poison spewers droop and his body relaxes.

No. My vision narrows and I scream. A rage overwhelms me. Lucifer. I lock my eyes onto him, his gloating form as he kicks the immobile body of the Venomancer from his sword, and I dedicate myself to chasing him down and killing him. I dash forward with blinding speed, blades ready to tear out the demon's heart. I quickly scan for chinks in the Doom Bringer's armor, and find a spot beneath his right wing where the armor was damaged.

Out of the corner of my vision, I notice Akasha turn and see me charging. Her expression hardens instantly and reaches out to grab her nearest companions; the Nightstalker and my prey the Doom Bringer. Her intent is immediately clear to me. Not again. Mid stride, I shift and use my momentum to throw my shiv towards Lucifer's exposed flesh. I won't let you escape. Time begins to slow exponentially as I watch my blade arc towards my target.

Five feet.

Three feet.

Twelve inches.

Six. I hear a telltale chime begin to sound.

Three.

Two.

One.

And then Lucifer vanishes. I stare, stunned, as my shiv imbeds itself harmlessly into the ground. I sink to my knees. In a fit of rage, I spear my other weapon into the ground. DAMN IT! I press my knuckles against the earth and grit my teeth, trying not to scream. Tears well in my eyes, and I punch the ground, willing the tears to not show themselves. I am unsuccessful as I watch tear after tear fall into the grass below my head.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and with bleary eyes I look up to see Huskar. He isn't looking at me, however, focusing intently on something before him with a stern expression. I blink away my tears and turn my head at what is engrossing Huskar's attention. I feel my anger return full force and I yank my weapon out of the ground as I stand.

I walk over calmly and press my blade into the Warlock's neck. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

Demnok merely smiles and coughs out some blood, "I can't." I curl my lips is disgust.

I hesitate. Most people plead forgiveness or promise information at this point. "That's it?"

"I've been abandoned by my team while surrounded by enemies. I have no hope for rescue, and to top it all off, we seem to have killed one of your own. I'm a dead man, and I've accepted that."

"Then answer our questions," I hear the Earthshaker speak.

"How will that help us? I say kill him, one less to deal with." Ulfsaar adds. I'm inclined to agree with him, as I press my blade further against the Warlock's neck, drawing blood.

"Besides, if we don't kill him, the poison probably would. It's more of a mercy this way."

"Wait," the command comes from Huskar, and I freeze, "This is a rare opportunity, and I don't want to waste it." I don't remove my sword from Demnok's neck, torn between simply killing the man or trusting my mate. I hear Huskar approach me from behind and I feel his hand on my shoulder. His touch makes my fury evaporate like mist in the sun.

"If he makes any suspicious moves, I'll kill him myself," he whispers in my ear.

I sigh and remove my blade from the Warlock's neck, "Fine," I turn towards my companion and grab the arm on my shoulder and squeeze it softly, shutting my eyes and choosing to find comfort in Huskar's presence. Tears well in my eyes once again as I envision the loss of our team member. I take a shaky breath and go into an empty state of mind, clearing myself of all thoughts. I open my eyes once more, now dry and devoid of emotion, as I walk forward to retrieve my weaponry from the battlefield, letting Huskar's hand drop from my shoulder.

As I walk, I meditate on the battle. The Dire had set up the trap well, but they had relied on our inability to see through an ambush. If I hadn't seen Akasha in the tree line, then I would have a dagger in my head, Huskar would have died, and the rest of us would have fallen like leaves in autumn. It was a bad situation for us and it's amazing we didn't lose more men. Besides, this is a war. It's unthinkable to have zero casualties on either side, but still I feel a sense of extreme guilt and pain. I still feel as though we could have saved Lesale.

At least we got one of them as well. I yank my shuriken out of the corpse of the fallen Necrolyte and head back to the base to fetch my shiv. I notice both Ulfsaar and Raigor carrying the fallen Venomancer towards the fountain. I find myself gritting my teeth at the sight. Once I gather my final blade, I head back to where Huskar is interrogating the Warlock. I sit cross-legged behind my partner and stare at Demnok. I don't really pay attention to their conversation, and instead meditate and empty my mind. I stay like this for a long time. I feel heavy footsteps behind me and I turn my head to see the Ursa warrior and the Earthshaker approach.

Huskar notices their approach as well and remembers something, "That reminds me," he puts his hand on the spiked iron band around his neck, "about these,"

Demnok chuckles,"Your fatal bonds? I feel you already know what they do. Worry not, they'll fade in a few days. Fel metal, though powerful, cannot maintain its solidity without extreme heat and malevolence to feed off of... levels that can only be found in the deeper recesses of hell."

"Can't you get rid of them?" Ulfsaar asks, clawing at the collars anxiously. Clearly the thought of touching an unholy metal, let alone wearing one, doesn't sit well with him.

"No," The Warlock states drily, "One of the quirks of the metal. I can't do anything to them now." He then adds, "Don't worry about any side effects. Despite their origins and their nourishment, they don't actually do anything other than preserve whatever enchantments are on them. It's also a very durable metal."

"I guess we'll just have to get used to feeling whatever each other feels then," Huskar says as he stretches, "It's not that bad actually,"

"Easy for you to say, I felt you get impaled and have your soul getting ripped out of you." I sigh.

"Thanks for stopping that, by the way," Huskar laughs.

"About time you thank me for something," I chide mockingly. It feels good to laugh about something again.

I notice that Demnok is giving Huskar and I an inquisitive look, but he doesn't say anything.

"Why are you so cooperative?" The question came from Raigor, something I'm curious to as well.

"I hold no true allegiance to the Dire. The only reason I'm fighting is because my government threatened to burn my library if I didn't come here. I couldn't have that."

"And the poison?" Raigor inquires.

"Despite the pain I feel, I sense that my vitals aren't in any danger. The poison in my veins must revolve around weakening and causing pain, not inducing death."

"The rest of them would know that they aren't going to die due to the poison, so they'd know you are still alive," I note.

"What makes you think that I wonder? As valiant as the Radiant's supposed to be, they've never hesitated to kill someone from the Dire before."

"We still need to figure out what to do with you," Ulfsaar grumbles, "We can't keep you here, the fountain will kill you, and we can't afford to let you waltz back to the Dire."

"Please, I've outlived my usefulness. The only lasting damage I could do is around your necks right now and that doesn't seem to be doing much to keep us from losing to you. Besides, I just want to resume my studies. Ruins are far better for my old age. Far more predictable."

"How about we just let you go then, provided you leave the battleground," Raigor offers.

"How can we trust he won't just go back to them?" Ulfsaar retorts.

"I've already told you: I've outlived my usefulness. They'd just kill me anyway," Demnok says.

"How do we know you're telling us the truth?" I ask.

The Warlock shrugs, "You can't."

Silence sweeps over the base. I look around towards my companions, but they all seem indecisive.

I sigh, I just want him gone, "Go."

The Warlock starts a bit, then he picks up his staff and begins to walk away, but before he gets too far I give him a warning, "If I see you again, or if I hear you betrayed our trust, I cannot guarantee you'll live the following day."

The Warlock stops and looks up before replying, "I wouldn't expect any less from someone even kings fear." And with that, he walks off into the forest.

We all stare at the place where the sorcerer vanished in silence.

"Well," Huskar exclaims as he flops down onto the grass, cupping his head with his hands, "I think we've earned a break." I get a slight sense of vertigo as I feel the firm earth slam against my back.

"Do you think we'll regret that decision?" Ulfsaar asks me, sitting down nearby.

"I hope not," I reply simply.

Raigor seats himself by his partner and hooks his arm around the Ursa. The touch sends a shiver down my spine and I see Huskar's breathing catch slightly. We sit quietly as we feel the breeze on our fur and skin.

As the sun dips lower in the sky, a churning growl sounds. I look at the source, a blushing Ursa warrior. I sigh, with all that was going on, we forgot to eat. I stand and begin to head out to hunt, when I see Huskar get up as well.

"You got food for us last time. It's only fair that I get it this time," He declares.

"That's sweet, but I want to move around a bit," I say.

"No, you should stay here, I want to help hunt too," Ulfsaar huffs.

I sigh in exasperation, "At least two people need to stay behind to defend the base."

"I'll stay," Raigor offers, "I'm a horrible hunter."

"That settles it then, since Gondar got food last time, Ulfsaar and I will hunt," Huskar says.

I throw up my hands and roll my eyes, "Fine, I'll stay." So childish sometimes.

As the two warriors depart, I turn to the Earthshaker and shake my head, "Sometimes..."

He stares at me expectantly. I clench and unclench my hand trying to find something witty.

"I don't know," I conclude and Raigor laughs. I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest and sigh.

We stand there awkwardly for a while.

"You want to see him? Lesale?" Raigor asks. Something in his voice makes me hesitate. It's almost as though he's having a hard time containing himself out of... excitement? Weird. I shrug it off and nod my head. With a tilt of his head, the Earthshaker leads me to the rear of the Ancient.

"Miss me?"

The familiar snake-like whisper nearly makes me jump out of my skin. I spin around to find the source of the noise and locate one of Lesale's wards. What's that doing there?

"You must have many questions," The ward whispers, "To be fair, I have many of my own."

"I don't understand, you died," I manage to blurt out, "I watched it happen!"

The ward rocks its "head" from side to side, "I guess I did."

"Yet you're talking to me," I pinch the bridge of my nose in confusion.

"I guess so. Call it an experiment."

"Explain,"

"Well, I knew it was only a matter of time for me to get killed by the Dire since I'm a traitor." I nod my head in response, "So, I had heard from research that the more powerful Ancients can restore life, like the ones in the capitols. Now, this Ancient isn't nearly strong enough to bring me back to life, but I started to wonder if I could use it to anchor myself to this world. Well, long story short, you can see the result."

"Huh," My mind reeled at the possibilities. "Are there other spirits?"

"Nearby?" The ward mused for a moment, "I can feel them, though I think they can tell I am not from the Radiant. I cannot communicate with them for the moment. I doubt I ever will, in fact."

I lay back, Well, I guess we can't expect much more support. I glance over at Raigor. He is sitting hunched over with his head resting on the back of his hands, the very aspect of contemplation. His eyes stare at the ground intently. They seem so deep, as though they carry the knowledge of all the stone. So pretty. I can see why Ulfsaar likes him so much. I find my eyes drifting slightly lower.

"You don't suppose you could reincarnate yourself." The rumbling voice shocks me out of my daze. My face begins to burn at what I was about to look at. I feel grateful that my fur hides my embarrassment.

"I was wondering that myself," The ward tilts from side to side, "I suppose it is possible, but that would take decades. I would have to stay here, gathering energy from the ancient, until all of my functions are restored."

"Why haven't others done this?" I ask.

"Most people aren't able to create soulless living structures at will."

I nod my head once. "Well then, let's hope it doesn't take decades to revive you. Does that ward need anything to stay alive?"

"No, no. Don't worry about me. I made sure to allow this ward the ability generate its own sustenance. Took a lot out of me to be sure. Just don't expect any deadly toxins to be coming out of this one. At least, not for a while."

Both Raigor and I grunt at the same time.

"Well," The golden beast sighs, sets his totem and cradle aside, and lays onto his back, "What shall we do in the meantime?"

"Beats me," I mentally check my sensations to see how Huskar and Ulfsaar are doing. They seem to have just killed something and are beginning their journey back, another family of deer for dinner from the weight and shape of what I'm feeling. I look over towards the hulking beast beside me to relay this information, and immediately regret it. It seems that Raigor figured out what to do during the wait, and the sight is intimidating and extremely arousing. The Earthshaker is teasing his cock in a bored silence. The head of it twists and contorts itself in order to feel more of the taunting hand, while the antagonizing fingers toys and circles around the shaft. Raigor seems entranced by this game and chuckles to himself every once in a while at the vain attempts of his coiling member. Eventually, the snake entwines around the wrist and rubs itself affectionately against the palm of its master. Raigor sighs at the loss and glances over at me. I see an idea forming in his head and specific hunger setting into his eyes. A part of me fears that gaze.

A chill rushes down my spine as the hulking mass of muscle rises luridly and saunters over to me on all fours. My fear grows into a lump in my throat and it becomes difficult to breathe. I manage to crawl away a few feet before the imposing beast grabs one, then both of my legs. The onsets of panic begin to grasp at me as the Earthshaker's python snakes its way up my torso.

"Relax," Raigor breathes huskily as he grabs my arms and holds them out to each side of me, "I just want to get my partner's attention."

"Well you've got it," I manage to utter. I can feel that the other two have stopped moving. "What are you going to do?"

"A little game," He breathes into my ear as he rests his balls against my length. I whine pitifully at their weight. They're like two heads.

My breathing picks up a notch as I see the coiling anaconda luridly wipe a swath into my fur. I hurriedly glance over towards Lesale's ward.

"Oh no, don't let me stop you." The ward quips as it tries its best to seem aloof, but I can tell it's watching. I note is small trail of clear fluid drizzling from its mouth.

I feel a heavy pressure on the left side of my torso. I look down in shock as the monstrous penis slides lewdly down my body. Once the tip reaches my waist, it rises again and then drags itself along my collar bone. With a shock, I realize he's writing something.

I begin to frown in concentration as the tip begins to drag in a horizontal line across my nipples. F. My curiosity gets the better of me and I begin to focus on what is being written. U. I shudder when the tip lifts from me. It's very hard to concentrate. Z. How much longer is this going to take? I start to feel heavy impacts against my feet. They must be running. How awkward this must be for them. _ Z. Another one?_ Y. I gasp as the tip brushes against my own. Fuzzy?

I look up towards my captor in curiosity, but the Earthshaker doesn't seem to be done as he begins his next letter. He's quivering with an excitement unknown to me with a open-mouthed grin. W.

"What are you spelling?" I ask. Raigor's grin widens.

"You'll see..."

I suddenly feel a small earthquake begin to form beneath me, gradually growing in strength.

The Earthshaker leaps off of me and emits a short laugh. I look towards the source of the quaking and see a most horrifying sight, a fully enraged Ursa warrior charging towards me, eyes glowing in fury. I instinctively dodge to the side and ready myself into a combat stance, but I quickly realize that I am not the target of the Ursa's fury.

"RAIGOR!"

The subject in question is perching on his hind legs, using his third leg as support, and is laughing maniacally. He raises his arms in preparation for the impact. Ulfsaar, in his fury, doesn't notice this and dips low to go beneath Raigor's defences and lunges upwards with all of his might. The collision knocks both of them into the air at least six feet in an impressive display of strength.

"Again?" Raigor laughs, as he grabs his quarry by the shoulders and arches backwards, beginning a slow rotation. I read the trajectory and pale as I realize who's going to be landing on their back. They land and all of the air in my lungs is expelled forcefully. I kneel and cough as my eyes water in pain. Was that really necessary?

I hear a groan of pain at the entrance and I glance over to see my partner kneeling on the ground as well toting two adult deer beneath each arm.

"You ok?" I yell out.

Huskar tosses aside his load with a huff, "Yeah, you?"

I give his a curt nod and wince as I feel both my shoulders being slammed against the ground and arms being spread out forcefully. Do they have to be so rough? Suddenly, I stagger once more as I feel a thick tentacle begin to caress and stroke my loins.

"You know we can feel that right?" I yell out to the perpetrator, gasping at the roughness, but Raigor doesn't seem to hear me. I just make out the grumbling. "I'm glad you came so quickly, I really needed you." Right before I feel my nipple being take between a set of teeth. A wash of lush passes through me. I glance at my partner and see he's struggling with the same thing I am.

"I can't wait until these collars come off," He groans out. In my rapidly lust hazing mind, I begin to fixate on Huskar's, my mate's, rapidly swelling member. It's getting harder to think, but I'm sure the collars didn't do this before when this happened. What's going on? Then I smell it. A massive wave of musk assaults my nose. It doesn't take long until I trace the scent to the source, our rutting companions.

A fresh wave hits me, stronger than the last. I struggle to focus. I review the months in my head, and then it hits me. It's spring. Estrous_._ Normally that only effects females, but Ursine tribes differ slightly than their feral counterparts. "Shit." I look into the eyes of Huskar. "They're rutting."