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When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]


Even though Celeste probably should have glanced away, she didn't. While Redfang sank his fangs into Sunrender, she let her eyes watch. It was an even better version of revenge than the javelin. She didn't often allow her more sadistic side to show; but her limits had been tested from that Lycan. She allowed a slightly evil smirk, something none of the Lycans had ever seen, cross her lips. "Bastard ..." She hissed lowly, even when she understood perfectly well he was dead. It hadn't been by her hands but she counted it as close enough.

Her head collapsed against Redfang's chest, her tears trying to slow if not completely stop for the sake of the unborns. She whimpered lightly as she felt a hand rest on her stomach. "...Alchemists ..." She managed to stammer weakly, slowly looking up. "I ... I didn't know they had such medicine. I ... I only have ... " She glanced back down, trying to estimate. After a quick glance, she nodded before looking back up, "About two to four months left .. I'm not sure. I'm ... relatively sure that the same amount you gave me are still there."

To begin with, she wasn't sure exactly how many she had been carrying. But ... Juno hadn't yet told her. She would probably inform her later; or so she hoped. Pulling the furs off her body, she held it out to Redfang. "..T...they have the others' skins hanging up near one of the exits of the Fortress. I ... I couldn't just leave his there but I couldn't get them all at the same time ... " Her body shook as she let the furs drape over her left shoulder, allowing her to hold him with her right hand.
 
He had heard the Spartan's had alchemist's on their side. Magic men who could work wonders. But never did he think they could do...this. His claws moved dangerously over her belly, almost threatening to scratch her skin in his anger. "Spartans..." he growled. Each word was a struggle to get out, his inner beast threatening to tear everything around him apart in his anger. "They...will...suffer for this violation!" Pushing away from her he faced his lycans and let out a terrible roar that echoed through the forest. All eyes ere on him, joining him in his blood lust as he held up the skinned fur of Browntail for all to see.

"WE ATTACK TONIGHT!" He roared his promise to the heavens, howling out his intent and being joined by all his brothers. There would be no waiting, no retreat as Sunrender would have had. Tonight they would sack the Spartan's fort and make every last human inside pay for their fallen brothers.

Turning back to her he snarled, fangs still dripping with Sunrender's blood. "I would have you there to watch our victory. I will take their fort and burn it to the ground. I will conquer the villages nearby, slaughter their men, have the women raped, and then put them and their children to slavery. I will drag those alchemists before you and have them suffer at your hand! Sparta...will...pay!"
 

Another whimper - more out of instinct than anything - left as his claws moved over her stomach. As he moved away, she took a step back. Now that Redfang held the furs, she found herself nude in front of all the other Lycans. It was only a bit awkward, mainly because few others saw her in this state, Browntail having been one of them. Now it was around others ... most of which she hardly knew. Now that there were no furs covering any part of her, Redfang and the others could easily see the abuse she had suffered.

But perhaps the worst part ... was an obvious bite mark in her shoulder. With the pattern, it was easily traced to Sunrender whom had done this; lest a human was more feral than a Lycan. But then again, why would a Spartan bother with teeth when they already proved they had much, much worse available in weaponry?

"M-master .... before tonight though .... please. I need Amica ... and a hell of a miracle...." She nodded down to her limp left hand. "And ... if you would allow it .... I want to be with you for a bit before the fort is taken over tonight. Just us preferably." She would have no objections to Amica joining in; but she was feeling a bit selfish. Probably from having been forced to accept Sunrender's cock and seed. At least the latter didn't matter with her already being pregnant; but it hadn't helped her hate the Lycan less for his acts.
 
"Grrr...rrr...ah..." Redfang slowly calmed down as she pleaded for her reprieve, his thoughts of revenge dwindling as she pressed against him. Many masters would have struck their slaves for being so demanding but...he was to relieved she and the pups were alive. "Yes...yes of course. You must be looked after." Reaching below her legs he lifted her naked body up, feeling the way her injured form trembled from no longer having to support itself. Arching his neck back in a howl he signaled for their return, the others following him back to camp and leaving the corpse of Sunrender to rot, alone and forgotten.

***

"By the gods....!"

Amica rushed forward as Celeste was brought to her care, Redfang laying her down in the healers tent were injured humans and lycans lay around them. Though some would be lucky to receive any attention Celeste was given special privilege for carrying Redfang's young. Her fellow slave ran her hands aloung Celeste's body, feeling her injuries with an experienced touch and marveling at the sight of her growing belly. "What have they done to you..." she whispered.

Redfang stood nearby, unable to contain the growls of anger that rumbled from him. He was a fighter, made for the tearing and mauling of flesh, not in the ways of healing it. He did not like being useless.

Amica soon went to work on Celeste's body. Applying salves and creams over her injuries while wrapping her in bandages and in a few areas, splints. When she came to her left wrist however... She looked into Celeste's eyes as applied what knowledge she could to it, wrapping it tightly for her. But in her eyes it was plain to see that it was likely her hand might never be used for a bow again.
 

"T-thank you." She hadn't honestly considered how demanding that had sounded. It made Celeste all the more grateful that Redfang agreed as quickly as he had done. Her eyes closed slowly as she let her head rest a bit below his shoulder. She didn't want to look at her wrist; she was terrified. It looked as bad as it felt .... and her gut was telling her she last two arrows she had fired would be her last; permanently or otherwise.

The sound of Amica's voice made her eyes slowly open. A trembling right hand wrapped weakly around the girl to pull her in a quick hug, letting it slide off and away so she could begin her work. Her head turned, biting down on her lower lip. "....Alchemists ...." She murmured, having noted where her gaze had been when she inquired on what had happened.

As those salves - blessed in accomplishing their job but always so damn cold in doing so - got applied, she shivered lightly. But that was nothing compared to how her body reacted as she gazed silently up to Amica. A regretful nod left. "I ... I figured as much. But I don't regret it." She added, a weak but very nervous smile on her face. Sitting up to at least move the longbow and quiver off from her back, she laid them both beside her. "....This does not, however, mean I will toss them away."

Her head tilted back to look up to Redfang. "If Master would allow it ... I would like at least one of the children to learn - take over for me - in Diana's arts. Juno hasn't given me an exact number yet; but it is definitely at least two from what I have felt." She would leave it at that; all that had occurred today would make it a not-so-good time to dare hint not all the children she was carrying still may not be pure Lycans. Hopefully after this raid, she could muster the courage to bring it up in a few days ... week even maybe. But she had to say it at one point in time. Just ... definitely not now.
 
Redfang growled in anger at his slaves distress. She had been his by right of conquest. His to breed, his to send off to war. She carried his pups inside of her and now she may have lost the use of the weapon that had nearly done him in before. Would he have been able to raise Sunrender from the dead he would have. If only to kill that traitor once again.

Traitor...that word burned his tongue even thinking off it. That one of their own had turned from the pack, had sided with their enemy...it had been unthinkable. And she had been warned him beforehand as well but he had not headed her. He never should have let Sunrender anywhere near her on the battlefield, should have kept him close to himself as possible. Now who knew what others might have shared the traitors views?

At Celete's request he came back to the present, his anger fading into some confusion. Though he wanted to help he did not see how such a thing could be possible. "Grr...Lycans...are not suited for such weapons. It is against out nature." The thought that his young could be anything other than pure blooded did not cross his mind. He was Redfang, his bloodline was strong, and he would get what he wanted. Still, he could try and humor her. "Perhaps. If one is female. A bow to match out forms could be constructed?" It was all he could offer.

Amica smiled at the display, thankful her master and fellow slave were back with each other. "Master..." she inquired softly. "...I believe the best thing for her is to get some rest. Perhaps in your own tent?"

THAT sounded good to Redfang. His throat rumbled in agreement as he knelt beside her, picking up his injured female and carrying her with him to his tent. He was careful with her, not wanting to open her wounds again, but it was hard to hod back the feral anger that burned inside him and told him to rip something apart.
 

"I.... I know. But .. it was only a suggestion." Even with the dire news of possibly being one hand short, she still managed a smile up to Redfang. Relief had been washing all over her since she more than eagerly - a bit more than usual - enjoyed the scene of a murder. Specifically Sunrender's. And somehow, knowing the Lycans would be able to avenge the others for being skinned like nothing but animals made her mood, albeit somewhat more sadistic than usual, also content. Admittingly, she had thought the same. But after having been with Redfang for a while now, she knew that wasn't true. Mere animals weren't nearly as smart as this pack had displayed.

Her left arm hung by her side, not wanting to press her luck with moving it, as her right wrapped gently around his neck. If worst came to worst and this was permanent, she supposed it was at least her weaker side. It still didn't necessarily make it much easier given her lack of training with blades. But she may have to start self-teaching herself. Once, of course, she was done giving birth. She wouldn't even risk dropping a sharp object. Between her injury and ... accelerated growth, that would most definitely be very fatal. She'd had more than ample close calls for now.

And yet on the way back .... she had no idea what to say. In a way, she had sort of let the troops down. She didn't regret breaking down; that was a normal human reaction. However, she should have kept trying to give orders while watching the onslaught. That was her fault; letting her fear take over and avoid being able to make the fight continue. ... Would it even have mattered? That was where things got tricky. The silver weapons - along with the sight of Browntail falling before her eyes - reminded her that even if she had tried to do something ... it may not have mattered.

A weak sigh finally left her lips after what felt like forever. Letting her head collapse gently against his chest, her eyes closed. "....I'm sorry. I didn't do enough. I .... forgive me. Even with the south gate falling, so did everyone else. All because I didn't speak up." The accelerated pregnancy was not helping with her forced mood swings either. Now she felt as if she were really half-way, or at least a third, of the way through.
 
He said nothing as she spoke her mind and nestled against his chest. He was filled with conflicting emotions surrounding her. She was his slave, a bitch from Sparta he had conquered as part of his tribute to the gods. Now she carried his young inside her and he was on almost constant alert for her. When she had not returned from the battle that night...he had not known how to react.

But her asking for forgiveness...that was something he could deal with. A human concept, one his kind held in contempt. "Asking for forgiveness means nothing," he told her once they were alone. Kneeling by their bedding he lay her out on the pile of furs, careful enough not to put too much stress on her injured limbs. "Wolves do not ask for forgiveness. They must earn their way back into the pack. You are human but you carry my pups and I will not allow their mother to give in to such weakness. You failed as a commander and wolves died for it, something that no amount of pleading can fix."

He let her take that in as he loomed over her. The tent was dark, the only light coming from the fires outside. She could just make out his features there, his fur-covered, muscular form looming over her own.
 

Her right hand instantly went over her face. Her left gladly would have joined ... but with the state it was in, no. She wouldn't dare. Her head turned, the emotional distress plus the injuries making her give in. She'd kept tears - of sorrow at least - hidden from Sunrender. Her will finally dwindled as she gave in and began to sob. She wouldn't place the blame on Redfang for his words; he was but telling the truth. Still, it hadn't exactly helped her either. It'd been like he'd slapped her and made her remember her failure as a commander. The only reason she was probably alive at the moment, she knew, was because she was still pregnant. Otherwise he probably would have killed her after he did Sunrender.

The less-than-appealing image that had abruptly come into her mind's view plus all the stress and exhaustion made her finally give in. She literally cried herself to sleep, a low whimper being the last thing Redfang heard from her. The familiar scene of an all white void signaled one of the gods had something to say to her. This had happened when Juno confirmed she was pregnant. ... Juno again?

Sure enough, the Queen of the Gods gave her a soft sigh - and an unusually kind gesture - as she gently held her. "My child ... you've been through more than enough, I know. But you've been wondering .... so I will tell you. Twins, both boys. However ... neither are purely Lycan. One is half human, half lycan. The other ... is as Lycan as Redfang."

Her face paled as she shook. "...W-wh.... what do I ... do?! He'll kill me!" She had tried to pull away from the hug at that news but in her state she was way too weak. Her hand gently ran through her hair in a motherly way as she hushed her. "Now now ... while it is true me and the other women have seemed somewhat fickle at times with you, we've always ensured one thing. No matter what, you have always come out of any situation alive yes? As strong as Redfang is, if he tries to take your life away after you give birth ..... I can have Venus distract Ares for more than long enough. Whatever needs to be done by then, go through with it. Regardless, he will not lay a hand - claw rather - on you nor your sons."

Before she could ask anything else, Juno had faded. Even as she woke up, she was trembling and crying. Thankfully, she hadn't spoken aloud in her sleep ... but she had tossed and turned, whimpered, given hints that something had scared her. As her eyes finally opened, she tried to look outside the tent and gauge if it was time for Redfang and the others to go back to the fort or if he had already left.
 
Redfang had stayed by her until she had cried herself to sleep, his instincts commanding him to watch over the female in her distress. He settled next to her, keeping his promise of giving her this short time alone with him before he went back out to war. At the sound of her whimper he knew she was asleep and he pulled away, discontented with the sounds of her whimpering and mewling on the furs. He did not regret his words. He would never hold back from her in that way, showing her the respect he had given her as a warrior. She was his slave, a bitch taken on the battlefield, but he never would have taken her as such had he not respected her as prey. He would have just had the pack kill her in that case.

As he moved to leave a small flame caught his eye. Following it he saw his shrine to Mars aglow, a flame burning just above it with no source. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, marveling at it as a sign before it exploded in a blaze of red light. Falling to his knees Redfang payed his patron god the respect an alpha deserved, lowering his snout to the ground as the flame filled the room with crackling light. It was a miracle Celeste did not awaken though, now that he saw her, it looked almost like she was wrapped in that familiar aura...

The flame suddenly split in two, sending out twin arms of fire along the ground towards the furs. Redfang barred his fangs, almost roaring in defiance as they circled Celeste, the twin flames burning around her. Suddenly he felt hot, to hot, and looked down to see himself engulfed in fire while Celeste slept protected, unharmed.

And then it was over. No sighs of fire, no smell of smoke. Redfang looked around him and saw Celeste still slept her pained sleep, the curve of his unborns still residing on her stomach. What had Mars meant by this? Why had be been burned while Celeste slept unharmed? Was it a warning? Of what?

*****

Out of the tent Celeste would find the wolves readying themselves for the next battle. They were eager to avenge their comrades and make the Spartan's pay for their earlier victory. Dressed in his armor, the bronze metal gleaming in the firelight, Redfang stood nearby barking orders to his commanders. His eye caught hers and he remembered his vision...and the aura he had seen around her.

Sending his packmates off he approached her, standing tall looking at her with some suspicion. "Celeste," he used her name. "I will be marching soon. I would have you come, to witness the destruction of the fort." His voice was filled with anger, fangs ready to taste Spartan blood, yet some part of him could not let go of what he had seen. "What say you?"
 

The barking of orders suggested that Redfang hadn't yet left but was very much close to doing so. Finally, he made himself shown to her as she looked up. The look of confusion, suspicion even, was seen. Had she talked in her sleep? She hadn't thought so. Then again, she had been so tired she very well may have. Still, even if she did, it was Juno's words that calmed her. Having a miscarriage here and now would do her no good. If anything, it would just make things worse. Exhaling softly, she looked up to Redfang.

"I ... will accompany you, of course. Though I'm not sure I should tempt myself by gazing so eagerly at the soon bloodshed. I know it was no issue with Sunrender; but ... without knowing exactly how far I am no thanks to the alchemists, I don't want to risk triggering anything. Even the simplest actions ... may result in the worst case scenarios. And I wouldn't dare wish for that." Exhaling again, she took a soft breath before pushing herself up to her feet.

Forgetting, maybe not caring even, that she was still nude Celeste soon made her way beside Redfang. Looking out to the camp, she then gave a light nod. "Ready to head out when you are." She murmured softly, her mind focused more on the revelation. The fact one would indeed be a pure Lycan was good; but Juno had listed that second. So ... that would be the second born, would it not? Meaning the hybrid would be first ... which made her wonder. First borns had the most favor with the gods; usually anyways. Would that still continue even with her own children?
 
Redfang nodded, understanding her concern but not worried for it. "You carry lycan children. If anything the sight and smell of blood will strengthen you and the lives growing within you." A feral grin appeared on his muzzle as he thought on it. "Though perhaps you are right, The smell of blood could entice them to try and come out early!" The joke worked to lighten part of his mood, reminding him that he still had the birthing of his firstborns to look forward to. Nothing would harm them or their mother again, he would make sure of it.

Taking her naked before his pack he had her one of the few carriages brought to his side, used to carry the supplies the men would need in battle, and had her ride upon it. He would not further risk her health by having her march the distance but he firmly believed that she must go and witness the battle. It was the lycan way, to see your enemies killed before your eyes should have thrilled her in his mind. Her human nature still confused him even after all this time.

The ride was long and hard, Spartan troops moving into try and slow them down. The lycans moved fast and with purpose, assaulting the and tearing the enemy ranks to bloody ribbons. Soon the fort was in their view, the Spartans trying to muster up the last of their defenses before the second onslaught of lycans charged them.

Redfang sniffed the air. Blood and fear. A good combination.

Turning to Celeste he presented her with a gift: the battle horns of one of the Spartan's they had killed on their journey here, the humans blood still staining it. "I would have you sound the battle cry for my wolves. Sound the cry and we shall have our revenge for the insult played upon you."
 

By now, Celeste had only half-heard all that Redfang was saying. Thankfully, however, he wound up agreeing that she may end up giving birth too soon and spared her to directly see the battle. Her head bowed lightly in appreciation, "Thank you. I ... can't take anymore chances than I already have, regardless of whether it was intentional or not." Thankfully it, of course, was the latter. None of this she had dared wanted or desired. But deities were fickle and despite all of Celeste's desires and wishes, it sometimes didn't matter what she wanted as opposed for the gods themselves. Now, unfortunately and recently, seemed to be good examples of such times.

Her head rested against the back of the carriage as her eyes slowly closed. Her right hand rested nervously upon the twin sons, knowing and hating having to hide the truth. But deep down ... something told Celeste that if Redfang knew even half of what she did, he wouldn't accept the knowledge. In fact, all three of them may very well be dead just from the lack of 'favor'. It was almost a mockery now that she thought more on it; the night he prayed for her to get impregnated it worked. But even then, it had come with a drawback, a cost. He wouldn't get fully what he desired.

Her eyes quickly opened as she finally heard Redfang's voice and glanced down to see the bloodied battle horn. Managing a weary albeit anxious smile, she let her good hand slide off her stomach, grasping the war instrument instead. "Thank you. The honor is more than I can begin to ask for." Swallowing softly, she held it up to her lips. Inhaling deeply, she let out a long and loud breath to signal to all the other Lycans to begin working on digging further and deeper into the Fort, hinting that victory was literally within their grasps. All they needed to do ... was grab it and all would be over. More than that, Browntail and the others would be avenged.
 
Like a black tide the lycans descend upon the fort, the night sky filling with screams and roars as the Spartans unleashed their wave of spears. The tide of this battle would decide the fate of Sparta herself, whether the lycans succeed of were pushed back to Rome would be decided here and now. The field before the fort was awash with wolves, all many falling the fall of the spears as they were hurled from above. However the fort now held a new weakness in its walls: the back entrance that was destroyed in flames to combat Celeste. The Spartans had counted on having her as hostage still to turn the tide of this battle, and without her the opening proved a horrible weakness.

Celeste would see from her vantage point as the lycans took her feelings to heart, not hesitating for a moment to grab the victory that the gods had promised them. For next several hours the battle raged, packs of lycans eventually breaing through the Spartan shields and into the fort. At that point it could no longer be considered a true battle: only a slaughter. As the humans were brutally savaged, their bodies torn limp from limb in showers of gore by their canine enemies. Redfag himself killed scores of them, the finally victory coming when he tore the throat from the Spartan commander leaving him to die amongst his dead brothers.

Celeste soon found herself standing in the same fort she had escaped from, Redfang having brought her there as the lycans cleaned out the remaining pockets of humans. Covered in blood he approached her, a Spartan sword in his hand. "For you," he issued it towards her by the handle. "It was this forts commander's. I have had any Spartan survivors brought down to the dungeons, so that you may take your own vengeance." His eyes were feral with bloodlust, eager to see the female carrying his young draw blood. "A proper sacrifice to Mars."
 

Celeste didn't need to directly watch to know the tables had been direly turned since she freed herself from their captivity. She had been their bargaining chip and now that that was done, they had practically nothing to help themselves. Definitely not the gods ... that possibility was long gone the second Redfang and the brigade arrived at the Fort. Mars truly did seem to have Redfang's back; but that was fine. She had most, if not all, of the females behind her own and when all was said and done, that would greatly help her out. Especially when these children were born .... the thought made her inwardly sigh. She should be happy but she was more terrified on the idea of it. In fact, a small part of her nearly wished to have a miscarriage to avoid Redfang's wrath ... but no. That wouldn't be fair to her sons. It hadn't been either of their faults that the blessing of Venus worked nor that she gave in that night and all but begged for Redfang to fuck her. She was done running ... she would face any and everything.

Not even the screams and cries of agony tore Celeste from her thoughts. It hadn't been until the blade was slipped into her hand that she forced herself to go back to the battlefield ... what still remained of it. Her hand quickly grasped around the hilt to ensure it didn't slip out and wound her. Apollo forbid she need anymore bandages, broken joints, or anything of the like.

Though Celeste knew and understood the reason he had brought her here, that it was the Lycan way, she couldn't help but wonder if he had ever noticed something of her. Even when she should be vengeful ... she didn't have it in her. The easiest proof of all of that was during her escape attempts, she never once wounded Redfang in a vital spot. The worst had been his eye ... and even that got removed by her own desires. They both - surely Redfang - knew he didn't have to be allowed his sight again by Celeste or Apollo. But because of how the girl was raised, she couldn't hold a grudge; not forever.

Unfortunately, here was no exception. But .... she dreaded what he would do if she declined. Bowing her head silently, she slipped out and silently walked down towards the dungeons. It had been where she had escaped from, she wouldn't need a guide for that. As she arrived, she let her eyes slowly, almost reluctantly even, gaze around to see who had survived.
 
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