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Snow, Rainstorms and Purple Flowers
Like Weiss on Rice

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A few years ago Restrictor had tried to bring her to harm, their leader. Oh how he hated that man. His beastly mind always disliked fools like him, ones that had unfair strength over others and tormented them into submission. There was one in every pack, one that would bully even those that submitted to him, never satisfied with what they were given. Weiss wasn’t like that. She demanded respect and won it fairly. When respect was given, she was indeed a gentle leader. Even his Rosso cared deeply for her in her own way.

He had always thought of the Crimson as his mate, even though they never consummated their relationship. Blue and red, cold and hot.

They had an unspoken vow: watch for Weiss and watch for Restrictor. While they couldn’t challenge him, it would be easy to run for Hojo if they needed. It was somewhat humiliating having to go to a man they despised, not to mention someone who was so physically weak. They all knew the predicament though, they couldn’t kill Restrictor. Weiss would come to harm even if they could. Thus Weiss’ problem, how did you properly fight off someone who you couldn’t kill? They were bound in that cruel way.

Then he smelled them, the smell of snow and rain. Weiss and Nero. Both were cold smells to his nostrils, but also, they reminded him of warmth too. Like a cold night with the fire to your back, a sweet feeling like that. Weiss also had another scent, the smell of purple flowers. Maybe that’s why he liked her scent, the smell of cool blossoms that hearkened back to him and Rosso and the scent they might make together.

“I hope you had your fun yesterday.” He heard her say. “I’m quite sore I’ll have you know.”

Azul smiled at that, had Weiss’ kit played too roughly with her the other day? He always thought of the boy that way. Weiss’ little one. Woe be to any man or woman who hurt that female’s child, she would kill them in an instant he was sure.

Not that the Sable wasn’t terrible, he was frail looking but he was powerful in his own right. He knew things happened when this man was displeased, often horrible things only people could dream about in their nightmares... or if you were wide awake while in Rosso’s presence. He was the quiet and dutiful brother, someone who never doubted his sister even once. Nero might very well be the weaker of the two, but no one touched his sister without going through him first. He was honorable in his eyes.

Nero seemed to smile then, his darkness streaming around him, clouding his image even now. “I’m sorry beloved… I was just a little over eager perhaps?” Nero’s hand came up to cup her cheek to his surprise. Oh my, so maybe he wasn’t her kit after all but her mate in disguise.

She drew his face down to kiss her, as any dominant female would claim her prize. Ah, there was that warmth again. Maybe that’s what he had felt all along. “That’s an understatement.” He heard her growling voice purr.

Azul prayed that they would not have children, such offspring would prove disastrous… but then again they had the potential to be quite terrible too.

That was enough of that, it was cool tonight and he wondered if his bloody flower would warm him.

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It was something that they all feared, Hojo being gone. That of course meant that Restrictor had free reign over them all. Hojo wasn’t there to put an end to Restrictor’s tyranny anymore, even though the man was a horrible beast himself. Restrictor cared nothing for experiments. He only cared about wielding power over them all.

Rosso stayed closer to him during times like these. She dare not admit that she worried, but she did. She didn’t like being alone. So he let her stay despite the fact that she used him as a scratching post. Those hands of hers were not kind, but hard, sharp and painful… but he liked that about her too. She had spunk. Others said she was insane.

She might have hated most men, but she said he was okay in her book… and even consented to an affair that might have turned into something else. When they came together, he could think of purple flowers again.

She was always desperate, trying to find something in him that she searched for so long as she rode him. He might have a few more scars, but he always liked it. She marked him as hers in her own bloody way. She was his kitten and he was her loyal dog.

He was glad that Rosso was unable to bear pups. Weiss’ child was taken from her in cruel fashion as she dreamed. Who knew what else what they did to them while they slept some nights?

Rosso had been outraged, as she always was when something so heinous happened to one of the Tsviets. She wasn’t a compassionate person by any means but maybe she felt like Weiss was one of her fellows. A kitten just like her.

She worried in her silent and stoic way, what would happen next? He could see it in her bloody eyes. What would Restrictor do now to break them all? He wouldn’t kill them, they knew. He had a job to perform after all, but what would be the limit? She bit her fingers into him urgently at times when they passed him, leaving with them red ribbons behind. ‘Leave me alone’ he could sense her say. ‘Go away and leave me alone.’ But she never said a thing.

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The Sable One was tied to a pillar. Quite funny, he remembered hearing about a strong man being tied to a pillar once, blinded and his hair cut. He couldn’t remember where he heard the story anymore. Maybe he imagined it.

Restrictor was becoming more cruel, but he decided that maybe he wouldn’t say anything just yet. Best not to anger him because Weiss had her own plan… something that could not be revealed. And as much as he hated to see a fellow mistreated as Nero was, he had to look out for himself and his secret mate… and their leader.


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She wished she’d never seen his face, ever. He wasn’t going to break her, he wasn’t. Even as his tongue plunged into his mouth, raping the sweetness he found there, she wouldn’t give into him. She bit his tongue and he growled angrily before striking her yet again, snapping her neck to the side. It just lolled there weakly. He managed to suck the fight out of her for now. “I’ll take everything from you.” He said, but she never gave him the satisfaction of her tears. When he was finished he uncermoniously dropped her to the ground.

He left her there, broken for now, on the floor… or so he thought. “I’ll take everything from you.” She repeated back when he was gone.

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Azul found her first and was secretly glad he did. If bloody Rosso would have seen her, she might have killed her. Only Rosso knew of the pain Weiss was going through right now, she knew and couldn’t bear the burden she was under much less thinking of their leader in the same situation.

He could tell just by her smell if not her bare appearance, that scent of thunderstorms and snowy nights were gone and tainted under something far more sinister than he could dream of. She stank of it like Rosso had.

Weiss’ eyes just looked up blankly at the ceiling, as if she were not seeing him. She was awake, but simply did not acknowledge him. He supposed he could simply step on her now, crushing her head with his boot and end it all for her. If not for his deep respect for her he might. She was his leader, the alpha female to their pack. She was stronger than this, stronger than even him. She didn’t deserve death, nor being bound as she was, she deserved to be free and alive.

While he might be something of a beast, he lived by their code. Protect your pack, especially the leader… you didn’t just go attacking them because they might be injured. He especially wasn’t like Restrictor, a bully alpha male who felt the need to intimidate his way to the top.

Her mate was gone, her kit was taken from her and she was suffering. He would care for her in Nero’s stead. A white kitten this time to tend to. His massive hands went around her white body and tenderly lifted her up. “No…” She protested. He only grunted in response and she knew it was him and relaxed within his grasp. He meant her no harm. He would make sure her body was healed, maybe then her mind would right itself and she would lead their plans to finally be rid of that horrible man that bound them all so tightly. “Never tell…” She said. He wouldn’t.

He would make sure she smelled like snow and purple flowers again.

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Their little hands twined together like branches in two opposite trees. The smell of sorrow was gone. The thoughts of death were gone for now. They made their sweet scent again that reminded him of wet, cold nights and warm fires.

This would be the final time he could sneak up on them like he did. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” She answered.

Like two birds in a tree.

“I told you it would work.” She seemed gleeful.

“So it did.” His eyes crinkled, and Azul imagined he smiled once more.

Azul had the feeling he had been left out of the loop somewhere… but he expected that Weiss might not have been as harmed as he originally thought. Perhaps a double… and he smiled. This would be a good story to tell Rosso.