~A new beginning~ pixie and Brutus

Truthful Lies

Hermosa= beautiful

Okay guys, there's a bit of spiciness ;) but nothing happens, well not that I can say, but anyway, sad pixie and a bit of fluff (?)

"Really can't believe that Brutus got stuck with an out-of-shape wolf for a mate, oh but wait, maybe there's hope for him in the next mating season!" Stella laughed.

You roll your eyes at her remarks as you try to catch your breath, you looked at the training course her master laid out with slight despair.

It was no secret that you were getting older, and that's okay, but you still can't shake the feeling that in the future you'd get tired easily, especially from training and things alike.

You remained cool, from the outside it seemed as if you didn't get bothered by her comment, but on the inside, her words stung, fangs digging deep into your heart.

You walk back to the backyard, the afternoon sun shined its best, warming your fur, your mind raised with thoughts and Stella's remarks from the weeks that passed by, from being all over your mate, overwhelming him with kisses as he smiles and the kindness that shows in your eyes, to being distant and quiet more than usual.

Even (unfortunately) even your mate, Brutus, took notice, and after a few sleepless nights you went outside in the night sky, where Brutus asked what's wrong and (hesitantly) asked if you lost interest in him romantically, and you doubled down and comforted him, but he knew that it's something serious than losing interest.

With a tired sigh, you lay down on the backyard grass, facing away from your mate as well as the kitten, Brutus being the caring dog that he is ( even if he doesn't admit it) walked toward you, brushing his tail against your body.

"How was training, Hermosa?"

He says quietly, kissing the side of your neck which held his mark, a reminder of what's his to enjoy.

"Please...don't call me that...Brutus..." You say quietly.

He tilts his head as concern fills his eyes, he sighs and nudges your head to the side to give him some space, pressing another kiss on the skin there.

"Is something wrong, love?"

He asked, but before you spoke, pixie ran up to both of you, smiling gleefully at both of you.

"Hey, joy! Want to play superheroes with me!?" The kitten asked, happiness filling in her voice.

Brutus went to say something but you cut him off with a blunt answer.

"Not now, pup"

"Oh, why? Are you tired or something?" She asked curiously.

"Hmm, sick and tired"

"Sick?" Your mate asked.

"Sick of being damned an idiot!"

You snapped, fangs raised outwards toward him - even if you know that you won't be capable of hurting him -.

"Who called you an idiot?"

Brutus asked before hushing the kitten back to the house, the setting night sky shining with blues and purple, the white stars adding the beautiful aura it gives out.

You hear a sigh and feel a tail wrap around you, tears form in your eyes that threatened to fall at any moment, then Brutus' head settled comfortably in the crook of your neck, breathing in the calming forest scent mixed with lilacs.

"It's Stella ain't it?" You nod.

"Love..."

"I know, I know-" he cuts you off.

"Love, whatever stella says is not true, she's just a jealous mut that hates everyone except herself, and she wonders why she doesn't have a mate yet"

You let out a small giggle, a small smile
plastered on his face when he heard your sweet giggles.

He rolls his eyes and kisses all over your neck, letting out a chuckle when you whine impatiently, laying you down on the grass.

"Such an impatient little thing..."

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You press a kiss on Brutus' temple as you quietly shuffle out of the blankets, luck seems to have had a bad day since Brutus woke up almost immediately, his eyes shining with a mix of adoration and love, with a hint of curiosity.

"Where are you going, love?" He asked, voice thick with sleep, sweet as honey.

"Just outside for a bit to clear my mind," you say quietly, heart filled with guilt when he nodded, not knowing that it was a lie.

"Just for a bit? Do you want me to go out with you, darling?" He questions, making a move to get out of the tangles of the blankets.

You hush him, laying him down on the bed as you spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

"It's fine, plus I think I'm too sore to go at it again, don't you think?" You tease.

He blushes, surprised that you called him out, smirking when he sees the slight stagger in your steps.

"I wasn't too rough for you now was I?" He laughs, and you roll your eyes at his remark.

"Careful, pixie might wake up and barge in out of nowhere" you warn with a smile.

He rolls his eyes at that and lays his head on the blankets, mumbling something about the kitten taking away his 'alone time' with you, you truly don't want this to end, but you can't help but feel as if you're not good enough for someone like Brutus.

With a quick kiss, you walk out of the house from the doggie door of the backyard, the dawn cooling air somewhat calming your nerves, taking a deep breath you run, jumping over the fence as you go toward a beeline to one of the many caves laid in the mountains, needing a quiet place to collect your thoughts.

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Brutus is growing impatient as the minutes go by, it's almost late in the afternoon and you have not come back to the house once, normally you'd go on a morning walk for 3 hours, come back to the house, and lay around for hours at a time before going out again, but it seemed as if you won't be coming back anytime, maybe even forever if he doesn't fix this problem.

His mate, the one you help him at his lowest, the one to make him smile when the world has played unfairly, has run away, all because of a jealous mut that in some twisted way thinks she could be with him in the next mating season.

He won't do it, he can control himself when he was younger and he can do it again, all because he wouldn't dare betray the trust you gave him.

"Aster! C'mon girl!" His master shouted.

"Are we never going to see joy again?" Pixie asked, sadness in her voice.

"We will, even if it's the last thing I would do" Brutus whispered, trying to convince himself of his words.