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 Still roaming south, Meissa found herself drawn to an array of barks. These barks became words as she approached, ears pricked forward and listening in. Someone was angry. It wasn't a familiar someone - despite the differentials in voices when yelling or speaking, she knew this wasn't one she'd met. For a moment, she worried that it was one of the wolves after them from the west - but no, the wind carried scent towards her that smelled nothing like the temperate or any of the packs within.

 In fact, what it did smell like, she recalled with a surprised growl, unintentional and confused.

 Human?

 She hadn't seen them since she had escaped their captivity, years ago. Hadn't smelled them since, definitely not here. Hadn't even the hint of their presence here. Now there was some wolf who smelled faintly of human. “Ho there - you alright?” she called, knowing the answer already. If he was yelling like that, he was not alright. Still, from what she could see of him - he shared a defect of the snout, just as she and her family like did.

 Not the same sort, not the same shape, but they weren't exactly ideal wolf kind, now were they? Perhaps he would recognize the rope around her neck, the non-birth decorations that spoke of a place far from here, of creatures that would never walk these lands.

 Curiosity killed the cat, eh?

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Sometimes people were brought into life with a mission. The pale prince, having been born of nobility and cast aside due to inadequate genetics, originally imagined his world being shaped generally by those around him. He'd been a follower, a fool rather, one with his head so far in the clouds (and up the arse of his old queen) that very little change in life affected him. Of course, not everything remained the same. If it had, he wouldn't be here, standing directly in front of the blabbering bloke with his grey-green visionaries widened in something akin to surprise.

“Who th' fuck 'r yew?”

Welsh, Cardiff Welsh. A bit of hard liquor mixed with some Scottish cream, a splash of English brandy. His accent carried through his vocals suddenly so thick and smooth it seemed to be a challenge to this... Man of culture. Flynnigan knew that tongue anywhere, and despite his blunt question, it was all love, all love. It had seemed he'd been embracing a side long forgotten, but his mate poked her head out somewhere behind, and he... Well, he sucked it back up. “What are you doing all the way out here? Are you 'right?”

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He’s obviously not feeling to well, what with his panties all bunched up and right headache that could split his head in two once more. But does banging ones head against a tree really help? No, probably not. Does it make him feel better? A little bit.

Only then, he’s interrupted from his brooding state of mind. He didn’t even hear anyone approach that’s how thrown off by the situation he is. He’s usually alert, ready to get double crossed with the drop of a hat — as well as ready to do the double crossing as well, never know what the opportunity to play switch will tear it’s ugly head.

Now, oh-ho now, he turns his head to the voice that asking him if he’s alright with an incredulous expression on his face that says ‘I don’t know, does it look like it?’.

Oh, but now he doesn’t have time to notice the rope, her this woman’s interesting influences — theres another and this one has the fuckin’ gaul to ask him just who the fuck he is when he’s in such a whacky emotional state.

How fuckin’ dare him.

He even tries to follow it up with another question, another that Solomon tries to interrupt with an “Ah, ah,” As if tutting him. “‘scuse me?” He asks a bit terse and with false humor, but real insult to his rumble voice.

He stills then, looking between the two of them as he lets a tense silence break out. Solomon looks as if he cannot believe what he is seeing, but really it’s only cause they just saw how emotional constipated he is and dares to ask him fuckin’ questions. Bad fuckin’ timing.

He tilts his head and his eyes are hard and searching, face lit up with that angry, sarcastic humor he’s known for.

“Wait, wait, wait, lemme get this fuckin’ right.” He shakes his head. “You’re askin’ me who th’ fuck I am, yeah? Right?” His tone is deceptively soft, but so close to the edge of danger.

He’d straighten up and made a gesture with his shoulders and head that basically says well, here we fuckin go.

“Well, pretty boy and nose ring, I’ll fuckin’ indulge ya, yeah? ‘M Solomon fuckin’ Bishop and I’ve just been shot in me fuckin’ dome by my own god damned family! Yeah, right fuckin’ tragedy that one is, eh? But little ol’ Bishop boy deserved it, eh. Little ol’ Bishop ‘as been a right bad boy now ‘asn’t ‘e? Deserves a fuckin’ bullet to the dome afta all my ’ard fuckin work, right!? Yeah, fuckin’ right!”

He spits on the ground with a purpose and his voice has gone from his ear splitting yell, to a deceptively soft tone, deep voice almost whispering the rasped words from him lips as he looks to them.

“Now, mate,” His gaze is on Flynn as it says that and then shifts to Meissa. “sweetie” He addresses them both. ”— please, uh- go on ahead, introduce yaself, yeah? Don’t be fuckin’ rude ey.” He says as if he hadn’t just had a shout and a breakdown only seconds prior. Paring it with a clear of his throat afterwards.

His tone easy going, suggestive, and sarcastic in one while also being a biting as they’re being the rude ones and not him. Ending it with a not to the two of them and a movement of his head that says he’s listening.
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 Oh.

 That's right.

 That's why she was out here - she was following Flynn's scent. Curious to see what he was up to now that he wasn't keeping her inside, she'd just been so distracted by all the yelling. When he spoke to this stranger, his voice deep and of an unfamiliar accent, her ears perked way up and she looked at him, eyes wide.

 Oh.

 She had to blink rapidly to shake off the feeling that this put in her, the thoughts it threw in her head, and so she trotted up to Flynn's side and breathed a quiet, “I'm fine - by all means, continue,” in his ear. She could not keep the interest towards her mate out of her voice, something he would be sure to pick up on.

 Then the stranger went on an entire tirade - in a similar voice to the one Flynn had been using.

 She listened to him, a strange amusement rising in her despite being yelled at by a wolf who could definitely hold his own in a fight against her. Maybe not the both of them - but then again, she didn't want to get in a fight with him. After he spilled his guts, he seemed to rein it in a bit, asking them to introduce themselves. Unsure whether this was a cold second stage of anger before the bite or him actually attempting to calm down, she pondered how to introduce themselves - how Flynn would want them to introduce themselves.

 So, she would allow Flynn - spoken to first, after all - to introduce them, (PLEASE DO, LOL) after which she would say, “It's nice to meet you... Solomon fuckin' Bishop.” (If Flynn leaves a gap for her to name herself, imagine she adds her name here. Or Mei if Flynn gives a fake name. Damn this choose-your-own-adventure lol) Her lips tweaked into a smile, hoping the contrast of her politeness and his vulgarity would be more amusing than not. “Sorry to hear that.”

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He is too distracted by his anger fed rant to notice the two love birds cuddling up with one another. He doesn’t even notice that he’s piqued the woman’s interest, he couldn’t give fuck all honestly. Still when he’s done and he’s oh so politely asking them to introduce themselves, he gets an interesting reply back from the woman and even a consolation. How fuckin’ odd. She’s amused by his rant it seems, sees him as a right joke she does. Oh, but he’s not kidding one bit. He’s angry, yes, but these two are impeaching on his important time to sulk and cry all this shit out of his system and THEY interrupted him.

He would tilt his head in a jerk at her apology, perhaps maybe trying to make him feel better. It doesn’t work. Just as quick, her little pretty boyfriend is stepping in — more like stepping up to him now and his body tenses, a dangerous but almost humorous warning in his eyes as the other calls him a dusty cunt.

“Oh fuckin’ yeah, mate? Oh fuckin’ yeah?” He challenges back right after, his voice amping up a notch again.

He’s not one but afraid as the other steps up with dominance to his posture and a stern mug. Tail raised, he circles around Bishop and he lets him, follows him with his eyes and head all the way around. As the other practically goes off on him about disrespecting his lass on his land and not shutting the hell up.

Oh, hell to the no.

Then in that split second said pretty boy puts the breaks on right in front of him. Only mere inches away and spits at him about this and that. His words have no affect on him, actually, they make him bark out a short bout of rough laughter.

“Yeah, I’ve got the nerve, boyo. You’d be looking right dishy all laid out on yer back for me, eh. ‘At’s where ya fuckin’ belong anyway you stout fleabag you.” He snaps back, eyes wide and sarcasm heavy in his voice. “And thank you actually, ‘m quite the ‘andsome man meself.” He quips in a condescending manner, voice slow and rumbling.

Only after that, the man breaks out into a fit of serious, genuine laughter and Solomon looks at him as if he’s lost his mind.

“Are you daft, my friend? Not so sound in the ‘ead now are we?” He comments incredulously before Flynn speaks once more.

Flynnigian Sinclair, broth'a, tha lovely lass o' there is Meissa... Put 'er there, et's nice ta have another bloke around.

The words are practically kind, dripping with camaraderie. It seems he’s taken Solomon for a loop for once, it’s usually him doing that to other folks. It’s an interesting change and instantly Bishop thinks he and this man might just get along after all.

“Oi you fuckin’ got me there eh didn’t cha, mate? Radio fuckin’ rental, yeah, for maker’s sake.” He sighs with a jesting scoff as a teasing smile over comes his face. Eyes lighting up with mischief as he watches the other male extend a paw and dip his head.

“Ey, now that’s more like it. Daddy needs some more fuckin’ respect ‘round these parts ya cock suck.” He chuckles in that deep voice of his, extending his own paw with his own dip of his head before looking over to the woman.

“Nice to meet ya two, didn’t mean uh nothing ‘bout me little outburst earlier yeah? Just fuckin’ cocked up me ‘hole life. Right smokin’ fun the two of yous are. A pleasah.” He dips his head to the both of them this time. “Now, what you two blokes doin’ about these parts ey?”
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 She watched, mesmerized by the show put on by the two males. What were they doing? Was this normal? At points, she worried that they were about to go to blows, something she'd have no choice but to participate in, but then they seemed to be laughing and jibing. She couldn't rip her eyes off of Flynn, through all this, hugely interested in this different side of him that contrasted his Elkshire personality so exactly.

 As they grew in the Plains, so too did his personality blossom, no longer caged by the claws of his cousin.

 She watched, not participating, as the two performed a strange ritual that she had never witnessed before. It all seemed to settle back as introductions were made and she smiled, tipping her head. “Mapping our surroundings, I figure,” she responded with a little laugh. At least, she figured that was what Flynn had been doing - she'd been more curious to shadow him and see what he was up to. She'd once been a messenger and longed for the feel of the wind in her coat. Needless to say, his scouting ways were a curiosity to her that she had wanted to learn of. “We've all been pulled from our previous lives, in some way or another. You arrived here, I, well, woke up underwater in the ocean.”

 She gave a little chuckle and shook her head. “Basically, anything from before is long gone.” Unless, of course, you showed up and found a bunch of your freak bigot family.

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“Cocked up ye 'hole life, is et? Not hea'd tha' sta't of it bruv, not a bloody lick!” Suddenly, these two strangers, one dressed dapperly in a black and orange getup, the other in a gentle beige duffle coat... Well, they had known one another their entires lives, hadn't they? It seemed as if they were merely making up for the lost time, jabbering back and forth about shit they couldn't throw over their garden bridge in a tin can.

The lad in front of him was a weeee antzy at first, but Flynn had predicted that to get his dick out of a pickle. He still needed it, after all. The two had a good shake, they did, and in the meanwhile, the misses' was speaking but he hadn't been listening all too well. “Not taa long back a fucking wench, I mean a 'eal daft cow that manky so-called queen had us locked away in'er swampy shithole of a cult! Barely made it 'ut with me pecker, mate!” His voice dropped in tone, but still held an airy posh flair that he hadn't heard in such a while that it had caught him off guard. Chuckling, paw to his chest, a rich blush lifted to his cheeks.

“But dats neither 'ere not dere anymore, 'ell actually, et might be... But for tha time my darlin' and I 'ave been makin' a new 'ome 'ere in the Plains.” He turned to face the woman he'd mentioned, cocking his head to the side to grin at her. “Pretty 'lil thing, ain't she? But ya's pretty too, ain't ya?” Nodding in agreement to his own statement, reaching outward to feel the man up. “Could use a set o' guns like you 'ound 'ere, not entirely tha peaceful time es us... If ya catch the pipe I'm layin' down for ya.” Snorting, knowing exactly the double meaning behind his words.

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 She listened, feeling rather forgotten as the two danced and pranced and chattered in their strange tongue. Her blinks came rapidly as suddenly she was drawn to attention. Salmon eyes moved from her lover to the new man, steeling as he began to ogle her. She could not say there wasn't part of her that enjoyed being looked at in any sort of positive way - so different from being called ugly so often within the forests - yet being looked at upon like meat didn't sit well.

 The newcomer's attentions were drawn to her mate and he approached, speaking words that she did understand.

 So, with a smile that allowed her own teeth to gleam, she moved forward, head swaying in and out slightly with each step as if she were on the hunt. “While we have no qualms with those who seek comfort in their own sex,” She moved up alongside Flynn, slightly ahead of his shoulder, “- After all, I count myself among those with a paw in each pool - I would kindly request you turn your affections beyond my mate,” Her head swept up and she took Flynn's ear loosely within her teeth, eyes upon Solomon's face.

 Possessive.

 She was not the demure woman to wait back and allow her husband to be swept away by any stranger, be they men or women. She'd had quite enough of that before waking in the sea.

 There was warning in her words, but also, she was teasing.

 She released and righted her head, tails gently swaying. “We'd be delighted to have you. Welcome to Little Haven.”

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Sitting happily, tail wagging a mile a minute. The lanky-limbed idiot had learned a lot today. His accent of past years was now floating in the present, a new hope of broken chains dangling in front of him. He'd caught on that his charisma was still in check, which meant that he was certain they'd gain members in no time, also had that man just threatened to fuck him in the ass, or had he mishear—“Welcome ta tha crew, go git ya bollocks wet, won't ya?” Wait had Meissa just said she was gay? Why was she biting him? Wait, I—

And soon the trio was off, having come to terms that there was still a lot to be done around their makeshift pack.

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