sharks

//Should probably only be available a few months after you first recruit her, requires daytime
[Beach Date] //tooltip: Take her on a nostalgic trip to where you first met.
Looking at your lounging beta as the sunlight catches her eyes, you can't help but feel a pining for the old days of your first meetings. It hasn't been [i:that] long since those times, all things considered, but still, you'll never get quite the same rush as your initial experiences of dominating her. Sure, you can still get into it with her if you really want to, but there's something to be said for that first bit of uncertainty, before you taught her her place, before either of you knew that she was meant to be your beta.

[say:Something on your mind, my Alpha?]

The question breaks your reverie. You inform Izma that the two of you are going to take a short trip together, back to the lakeside for a while. The idea seems agreeable to her, and she nods subserviently before gathering her things and preparing for the trip. In no time at all, you set off past the camp's border and towards the beach.

With the two of you walking together, it's a much quicker journey to the lake than you would have expected, or maybe it's just that you lose track of time traveling with the shark-girl. Izma jokes, laughs, and flirts the whole way there, and by the time your [feet] strike sand, you're already having a wonderful time.

[say:Well here it is, as glamorous as you remember,] Izma says with a playful smile and a flourish of her hand. You look out across the shore. Sand stretches in both directions, broken up by little outcroppings of rock. The sun's rays play off the water with a faint, alluring glimmer. The wet breeze slides across your [ears]. You think you might even be able to make out the sloppy residue of some slime-related incident baking in the [if (ismorning) {morning|midday}] heat. [say:Just stunning,] she concludes.

Well, best to get to it; you're not sure how long the two of you will have until your outing is spoiled by some wandering foe set on attacking you. Looking out across the thankfully calm waters, you consider how to make the most of your time here with Izma...

//My first instinct is to have these be mutually exclusive, but I'm not sure why
[Sunbathe] [Spar] [Find Fight] [Fuck]


[Sunbathe] //tooltip: Just relax and let the sun do its work.
You tell Izma that the two of you are going to relax. You're going to sit here, on the beach, and not worry about anything else. You're going to take in the sun, let it wash over your body. You're going to forget all of the troubles of Mareth and focus on sharing joy with your beta. You deserve that.

[say:Well, uh, sure,] she responds, looking the slightest bit disappointed. [say:If that's what you want, my Alpha.]

It is, and so you do. Izma points out a promising spot not too far down the shoreline, and it's there that you spread your limbs out and let the rhythm of the lake wash over you. She settles in beside you, and shortly after, you can feel the tension start to leave your body. Your muscles relax, your eyelids slip shut, and the faint sound of lapping waves lulls you into a peaceful state.

You can still feel Izma there next to you, and the warmth of the sand below, but everything else feels so distant. Right now, it's not important that [if (met Marae) {[if (cor < 50?) {you're on a mission from a literal god|you have a literal god to worry about}]|everything in this world is out to get you}], it's enough that you are two souls interlinked, an alpha and a beta, all in harmony, together, for at least this moment.

You hear a faint murmur from your right; it seems that Izma's slipped into a nap. You almost consider doing something about that, but the untouchable feeling of pure peace quells any desire you have to get up just yet. When you get back [if (haslegs) {to your feet|up}], you'll have to return to Mareth, and all of the strife that entails. You're choosing to enjoy this moment while it lasts.

Eventually, a snort and a jerking gasp signal both your lover's awakening and the end to the spell cast over you. You lean over to look at the tigershark, who at least has the sense to look bashful about nodding off, but it's no matter. You order her up to her feet, stretch your limbs, and start back towards camp, Izma trailing behind you with a slight degree of panic.
//-fatigue


[Spar] //tooltip: Make this outing [b:really] nostalgic.
You turn on the spot and tell Izma to defend herself. Her reaction time is just quick enough to get her guard up before your [weapon] can reach her, but she's still forced to stumble back a few steps awkwardly. The hint of a reply starts to form on her lips, but like a proper alpha, you're not going to give her a chance to talk back.

After barely dodging your next attack, that same old grin you remember from your first few fights lights up Izma's face. Without another word, the two of you give in to the fight.
//start combat

//win
The tigershark's footing is just a touch off, and exhausted as she is, Izma isn't able to properly catch herself as her ankle twists and she collapses on the ground in a sweaty heap. You [if (haslegs) {stand|loom}] over your beta and drink in the sight. A fighter she may be, but there's no helping the natural order of things, and she knows it, too—her eyes are gazing up at you with a look of pure submission.

It seems that this demonstration has reminded her of the positions that link you. Now, the only thing left is to consummate your bond by doing whatever you wish with her.
//Fuck or leave

//lose
Both of you are the slightest bit surprised when, after a particularly lucky hit gets in through your defenses, you go down, hard. Your first instinct is to get up, to get back into the fight and prove your place as alpha, but your body just won't. It takes half a minute of ragged breaths for you to pull yourself together enough just to [if (haslegs) {stand|right yourself}].

Izma, for her part, looks as though she doesn't know quite how to respond. The shark-girl blinks a few times before eventually saying, [say:Well... it wouldn't mean much to be my Alpha if I was an easy win, now would it?] The smallest sign smirk starts playing at the corner of her lip.

She finds this amusing. Perhaps you need to show her her place...
//same options, I guess


[Find Fight] //tooltip: Maybe the two of you could go out and prove to the world the strength of your bond.


[Fuck] //tooltip: It's nice to reminisce, but it'll be nicer to show your beta her place again.



//Will finish in a bit, just posting to force myself to do that before another two months pass