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taima lyall

i am the heiress & you are my subject

September 22nd; Nightfall; Partly Cloudy; 55° F/13° C

Taima Lyall was still taken by the "heiress bootcamp" that Mapplethorpe had dragged her through. Her days since coming home had been very preoccupied with not just tending to Datura and showering him with affection among other things (like avoiding Naira and minding Aponi and Nova whenever she was asked to look after them), but she had also been brooding upon something that had been embedded in her psyche from the time she had finally figured out what it meant to be dominant. In the hours since she had woken up for the day, her mindset was already honed in, focused, and hellbent. If the grizzled man wanted her to behave as an heiress, then she would do so... and then some. Maybe her beloved prince would finally see just how far she had come...

Morning and twilight duties for the yearling Lyall consisted of the usual breakfast- or dinner-ritual (finding a cache and filling her stomach in solitude), trailing along the slope that led down from the Pass, then continuing on her merry way in hopes of spending the days' last hours walking along her superiors' trails and markers. This evening, however, she had a different idea. After making a snack of what was left of one-third of a rabbit corpse, Taima gracefully brought herself out of sight from the communal den and far enough away from Mapplethorpe's dead tree as possible before she ran into a tree marked with his urine.

A rather devious and unbecoming grin spread across her face and in a matter of moments, the heiress of the Pass was on her hind limbs, scratching at the scrub pine tree bark with her nails and scraping away its outer layer. Seconds later, in the impending cover of darkness, she angled her body, raised her feathery tail, and lifted her leg...

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mapplethorpe

i am a leader & you do as i say

It was by sheer luck alone that Mapplethorpe had not gone to bed early as he had planned to during his afternoon activity of stashing away the few bits of bone he had recovered from a long abandoned kill site. Instead of making his way back to the den and looking forward to settling down with Naira that night, his mind was still stuck on a certain gear, and something was amiss. He could sense it on the tips of his thick whiskers and feel it tingle through his aged bones. Of the scents he had picked up leading back up into the Pass, he gleaned from the trails each and every one of Naira's followers aside from the pups... and Taima's most recent trail had deviated away from the rest.

His amber eyes narrowed and immediately he set off after her. Ears forward and tail up, his barrel-like body rushed across the stony grounds on four hasty paws. The sight he came upon was one he should have anticipated, but his jaw dropped from mere shock. Taima Lyall was not the most dominant female. Taima Lyall was not a leader... at least not yet, should Mapplethorpe still choose to honor her and Datura's wishes for taking over the pack.

Gone was his wholly sobersided state of mind and in its place his more assertive side reared its head. His voice boomed over the landscape, his hackles rising as his lips peeled back, "LYALL! What are you doing?!" With his chest puffed up he advanced forward, his ears following suit as he edged closer. For as long as he was leader of Nomads Pass, no yearling should ever have the gall to attempt such a feat as practicing a dominant display. Future leader or not, they would not be allowed to do such a thing until they, themselves were truly the most dominant member of their structured hierarchy.

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taima lyall

i am the future & you will be the past

The release of a small stream was short and upon being approached by her leader and mentor she slowly put down her pale-furred leg. He was quick to close a good amount of the distance between them and in response to his attack-based arrival, she let out a growl of her own, followed by a menacing snarl. He might have addressed her as was proper for a man of his standing but the young woman that she believed she was in that very moment was exactly the very individual that the Advisor, himself, had made. Taima's nose twitched and her muscles tensed. If Mapplethorpe had wanted her to be this particular woman, well... here she was. So, why was he all of a sudden acting out and scolding her for behaving as such?

Her tail rose up even higher. Her gray-tinted head went down and her eyes locked on his. No words had to be spoken, no other sounds needed to be made. Taima Lyall was an heiress... a young lady... and the sight of her off-white teeth spoke for her in addition to a snap of her jaw. This was the result of the almighty Mapplethorpe's training. If anything he should have been absolutely brimming with pride. He had wanted a strong, dominant leader... now he had one in his face.

One more growl was given for good measure as she made her shoulders even, the angles of her shoulder blades making her seem just a hair taller than her superior.

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mapplethorpe

i am the hurricane & you are the ship

The yelling of her last name and inquiring what she had been doing did little to put a stop to her confident display. In fact, it seemed that it had empowered her, as if he had been merely questioning if she had been doing her little antic correctly. As soon as he had drawn closer, the second growl had sounded from her he charged at her, bringing her lissome frame onto her side from the impact with his right elbow and shoulder. Instantly as soon as she was on the ground his fur bristled and he openly stared down at her.

A loud bark erupted from his chest and he smoothly brought his right foreleg over her so that he was standing directly over on top of her. He met her wrinkled muzzle with his own, fearlessly clasping his jaws over hers. Hot breaths issued from his throat and he braced himself for whatever form of aggression she chose to react on next. Having grown up with four dominant sisters, Mapplethorpe had been well-prepared for moments like this one.

Submit, he wordlessly rumbled. From the corner of his eye he could still see the angles of her ears and the wideness of her eyes. Even her tail, though it laid flat on the ground was still held over her back. The dark lines beneath his eyes rose up on his face as he increased the pressure of the grip he had on her snout. Another verbal warning, You will not win.

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(This post was last modified: Sep 23, 2013, 08:08 AM by Mapplethorpe.)

taima lyall

i am the tempest & you are the sea

He caught her by surprise and just like that, even with their similar statures and builds, Taima Lyall felt the stony ground all along her right side. A breath of air released itself from her lungs in a curt huff as the Queen's Consort positioned himself over her. She could feel his breath at the side of her face, sense the waves of arrogance, anger, and pride that rolled off his mottled pelt and tumbled down onto her like large drops of rain. Her lip twitched; from the corner of her eye she could just see the fierce yellow-orange hues that made up his own irises. Her ears momentarily slicked back and she waited for him to bestow upon her the lecture she had become accustomed to by Borden and @Kade's strict upbringing in understanding the pack's ground rules.

Again, her conscience had to remind her that she was no longer apart of Grizzly Hollow and that the patriarch she now lived and served under was still very much unlike the father-figures she had grown up with. Mapplethorpe, now more than ever, stood a vast distance away from where her very own father had once stood. She also had to remember that she wasn't in the same place as she was yesterday or the weeks before... In fact, her place was rightfully beneath Mapplethorpe until he gave up his throne, and not somewhere between the two male figures as she had always believed. If anything, the most important thing she had become aware of since spending quality time with the Pass dominant was that she should not have had anymore bouts of rebellion left in her.

Should @Datura follow through with everything they had vaguely planned and dreamed about since last Spring, everything would eventually default into possession so long as she still desired it. Everything about the grizzled man, his every move and every action was fueled by desire and passion, two things she knew how to utilize...

Another growl, another warning, and the young heiress laid very still underneath her superior. She now knew what to do, and it struck her just like how all her other ideas had always come to her - like lightning - and it made a second wave of cunning wash over her. She focused her eyes forward and away from his face, waiting for him to finish. Her tail lightly thumped at the ground behind her in an enthusiastic and apologetic wag, no longer curled above her left hock. The skin along the bridge of her nose smoothed out and she risked a glimpse at his face before managing to roll onto her back, stretching herself as to expose her throat to him. She whimpered and whined at him, repentant for her actions. A kiss of sorts to his chin, her forelegs tucked to her chest, her hind legs at ease and angled to one side, her full tail wedged between her ankles.

Sorry, sir, sorry... I'm sorry.

Regardless of whether or not Mapplethorpe would see through her in attempt to pick up on any sort of ruse she might harbor, she intended to get to him through the ways he had taught her. Diligence, reverence, vehemence... but most of all reverence. If she could get him to see that she really had meant no harm and that she was just doing as she was taught, then she would hopefully find herself dancing back into his favor.

Two could play this game.

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mapplethorpe

i am onto you & you will not win

Mapplethorpe had not even started counting down to executing a final warning - a tactful attack that would serve as a means in disciplining the disobedient yearling - in his head when Taima grew still. The only part of her that continued to move was her tail, which had quickly adopted what seemed to be an apologetic wag. Before he could even question or prompt her further into a proper apology, the sound of her tail thumping behind him stopped. She shifted, surprising him due to the fact that he had completely anticipated sinking his canines into her neck. As he continued to stare down at her, she twitched and shook, lifting her head once to grant him the signal that he had won... that he was right and she had owned up to doing something wrong (something, he had assumed right from the start, was quite uncommon for her to do).

Taima whined and the graying man gave an exasperated snort as his own snout was rid of its wrinkles. The hard stare in his eyes even softened a tad, but his posture and stance remained, waiting to proved wrong or otherwise. When it seemed that they had come to an understanding, the only action left for Mapplethorpe to consider and execute was to lower his head and clasp his jowls over her muzzle, apply just enough pressure, and then release her. For some time he kept his body positioned over her, testing her patience as he lifted his head to scan over their surroundings and check to see if anyone had caught the exchange between them.

Once he felt enough time had passed, he stretched his hind legs then proceeded to step over her and walk two steps away from where she laid. He still harbored enough fire within him to cast her yet another disappointed glare. "Do it again before your time has come, Lyall, and I will personally see to it that you are never welcome to set foot on the mountainside ever again... Is that clear?"

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PPing Mapplethorpe just so I can get this out of the way finally. >_>

taima lyall

i am your ward & you are my keeper (but not for long)

Her eyes closed as he drew closer even still and she steeled herself, barely wincing when she at last felt his jowls grasp her own muzzle in an act of dominance. Nothing too startling... Nothing new... It seemed like ages then, how long he persisted in standing over her, but once he had stepped away, she restrained herself from looking at him as he stopped and turned to look back at her. She missed the disgruntled look that had made itself apparent on his face again, but her ears twitched as his voice found its way back to her.

"Do it again before your time has come, Lyall, and I will personally see to it that you are never welcome to set foot on the mountainside ever again... Is that clear?"

The young heiress swallowed then loudly declared that nothing in his warning was mistaken, "Yes, Sir."

Again, time felt like it stood still and the longer she remained on the ground, the more it felt like his gaze intensified. The soft rhythm of footsteps coming in contact with the pebble-dotted slopes were confirmation enough to signal that the Nomadic patriarch had finally taken his leave. When Taima had righted herself she caught the sight of his rump disappearing behind one of the mountain's several scattered boulders. She stood up as proudly as she had before and shook out her coat before watching his bottle brush tail leave her line of sight complete. In one final act of defiance, she stuck out her tongue and issued a soft, vicious growl with two skyward ears.

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