Begin Again [Vorilye]

[Angel]

Angel’s pure white coat embraced the sunlight as the six year old she wolf emerged from the dark woods and crossed the border into the land of Kamari. She faltered a little then, daunted by the openness of the place, but quickly shook her head. Don’t be a scaredy-cat! This will be fun! A new adventure, new places to explore, a new start for Descai! With determination, the ivory huntress continued on at a light trot, tail high with a confident hope.

Wide blue eyes scanned the vast prairie ahead of her in awe, taking notice of the land in which she would be living from now on. She vaguely recognised the landscape from the time she had spent with the old Haishin pack and her few wandering journeys into this section of Descai territory, but she had spent the majority of her days in the comfortingly familiar woods of Acerbus so most of what her eyes took in was new to her.

Despite the she wolf’s eternal optimism and her own resolute belief that she was perfectly fine, it would be clear to those who knew her that her bubbly personality was more subdued than usual. Acerbus had been her home for the past four years; of course it was a shock to be displaced so suddenly. Angel didn’t know where her packmates had gone either – hopefully they had made it away from the conquering pack safely. Well, of course they would have; they were Descai wolves and Descai wolves could survive through anything.

Still the emptiness of this land was rather disconcerting. The slender tundra slowed to a halt, then raised her head to the skies to release a long hopeful howl – a request to her family to join her if they were around. Ryker? Vorilye? Kaine? Ariella? Saphira? Zirena? Surely one of them would respond, even though she hadn’t recently seen any of them within Acerbus. At least she had smelled Saphira’s fresh scent, but the others… she knew not of their fates.


Vorilye

[Vorilye]

These things seemed to just keep happening to him. No matter what Vorilye did, it was as if misery followed him. He had finally moved on from the past, established a pack, and felt that he found happiness in Atriell's embrace. And yet the minute things became too comfortable, fate yanked that all out from underneath him. The pack home land was lost to the monsters of Kairos, and the black and golden male was devastated. What he had grown to accept as his home was no longer his. There were simply too many of them for himself, Angel and Saphira to take on without help. They were forced out of Acerbus. It was only by sheer luck that the power hungry mongrels had not charged after Kamari as well. They were lucky for now. Time would only tell how long that luck would last.

It was throughout the whole encounter that Vorilye truly stopped to reflect on his life. He had driven so many others away over the course of his life. Now, at a ripe old age, he could see that this was in error. He could have trusted others. He could have had a true, comfortable family instead of being paranoid of everyone around him all the time. Given the chance to change things, he would go back in a heartbeat. But all he could do was hope to move forward. As he padded away from the forests of Acerbus, he cast one last longing glance over his shoulder. Lost for now, but not forever, he thought, his golden eyes glinting with the first sign of something that he thought might have been long gone: hope.

As the alpha male trotted into the prairie of Kamari, a howl rang out across the flat terrain. The black and gold brute had never much cared for Kamari, but it was now all they had. Luckily, the years had brought life back into it. When Descai first conquered Akihra and her pack, the lands were virtually barren; a wasteland. They were now teeming with life and a considerable amount of space. As the brute followed the echoing call, he found himself shaking his head.

Angel.

After all these years, the slightly quirky, yet undyingly loyal, female was still around. It should not have surprised him. He was unsure if the she-wolf had ever set foot outside of Descai's territory. Why would she start now? And even on the brink of destruction, she was still here. It was phenomenal, really. That was the sign of true loyalty.

The alpha trotted up to the blue-eyed femme, a half smile gracing his golden lips. In a moment of uncharacteristic affection, he nuzzled the neck of the white she-wolf, inhaling the familiar scent of his pack mate. "I am glad to see you, Angel," he admitted sheepishly, his golden eyes scouring the horizon for the remainder of the pack.

"Are any others with you?"


Word Count: 495 words
Tags: Angel

[Angel]

This land seemed so empty that the lone white wolf was unsure whether there would be a response to her howl. At least it would make a good hunting ground; there was much more edible vegetation here to attract prey, although the open landscape would take some getting used to and the Descai huntress would likely have to modify most of her techniques if she wanted to be successful. She could do it though, she was sure, and the one good thing about not having as many packmates was that less work was required on her part to provide sustenance for them all.

Despite her uncharacteristic doubt, one wolf did respond to her call. Angel squinted towards the approaching figure in an attempt to identify which one of Descai’s gold marked wolves this was. “Vorilye!” So their beta had returned! The plush white she wolf’s tail waved excitedly behind her as the dark male closed the distance between the pair and nuzzled her. It was perhaps the most affection he’d ever shown her, though this registered as completely natural in Angel’s mind as she had always believed that underneath the cold ruthless persona he presented to the world there was a heart as gold as his muzzle. “I am so happy to see you again too, Vorilye.”

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t know where the others are. I thought they might come when I called, but it doesn’t look like they’re around here… Maybe they left Acerbus before us and went to the dens on the other side of the territory?” The six year old wasn’t even sure where the dens in Kamari were, just that they were far away and therefore could offer a positive explanation as to where everyone had disappeared to.

“What are we going to do now?” Angel’s blue eyes gazed up into Vorilye’s golden ones, absent of fear. She trusted him to know how to fix this, and she would do anything she could to aid him. Surely he would know how to get Descai back on track, to turn their lives around so that they would no longer be a dwindling few members with no purpose to drive them. If anyone could revive the pack, it was him.


Vorilye

[Vorilye]

The newly christened returned alpha sighed heavily, his eyes falling back on Angel. He just shook his head in frustration. "Now? Now we build this pack back up from the ground up. We have done it before. Angel, you have been here with me the whole way. I feel like you are the only one I can count on these days," he admitted. With his old age, he was growing a soft spot for the white femme. She was a little kooky, but it was far more charming now than it was all those years ago. What had happened to the female that practically threw herself at him upon their first meeting? Unless perhaps...

A sly smirk spread across the male's lips. Perhaps there was a way that Angel could be even more beneficial to the pack than she thought before. With his vigor renewed after the encounter with Goliath, Vorilye got to thinking. That male was bound and determined that his overtake was justified because of his offspring. But what if Vor was to have some of his own? It was the foolproof way to ensure that the pack grew. They were few in numbers now, but perhaps he could ensure that the next generation had a better foundation than what Ryker had left behind. "Angel, we have to make sure that we are not torn apart again," he murmured softly, his eyes sliding up and down the female's body eagerly. "You have been loyal to Descai. You and I... we are the foundation that will re-establish this pack." The lust that rushed through the male's body was unmistakable. He wanted Angel, and he wanted her now. It was only the last shred of decency that held the male back from taking the femme right then and there.

"You need to tell me if this is okay, Angel. Do you want to bring Descai into the next generation?" he purred gently into her ear as he strolled around her, scoping out his next kill with eagerness. His nose prodded at her rump, seeking both permission and searching for her willingness to participate. Was her lust still there from all those years ago? Or was the old male about to be scorned by what he figured was one of his last hopes?

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Count | 386 words
Muse | Meh. Not the best but not the worst either.
Tags | Angel
Notes | This could have been far worse. I'm sorry that I suck and took so long to get this up D: