just gettin' STARTED -- [vorilye]

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It was a cool evening. A very thin layer of mist had settled over the land, making the atmosphere somewhat eerie. Grey paws tread softly over the semi-rough terrain. The grass was rather short, and croppy: it felt unnatural underneath the animal's paws. Chucks of steely grey and creamy tan washed over the beast in a beautiful array. A light drizzle dampened the fur pleasantly. It had been a hot, arid day, and the cooler, wetter turn in the temperature was quite welcome to the she-wolf. The last two days had been rather interesting for her. The previous day, she had arrived on the island of Anikira, mistakenly thinking it to be the island of Madagascar. A skittish Ethiopian wolf had corrected her thinking, however, when she had inquired about the little island. Geographically, the beast was unaware of where she was. She had no knowledge of where the island of Anikira rested in relation to Africa. But this information was irrelevant to her: her pack had most definitely never heard of any island named Anikira. Baremus would never find her here. However, Bozi wouldn't either...the thought saddened her slightly, but it was better this way. If she had to lose Bozi to escape Baremus, it was well worth it. The monster.

Her lips automatically curled into a half-snarl at the very thought. Fury began to ebb into her. But she quickly tried to quell the anger and expel the thought from her mind. After meeting the skittish Ethiopian wolf, she had wondered along the river that she had found close by the spot she had arrived upon. The river ran along for a good bit, winding through some incredible mounds of grass: hills. They ranged in size from massive to minuscule. The variety of terrain on this island greatly intrigued the young female. After a while, she had arrived at the end of the river; it opened into the mouth of a lake. Here, she had paused to rest, and had met yet another character. It was really quite interesting: this island must be teaming with life. Already, within twenty-four hours of arriving on the island, she had run into two wolves. They were similar, and yet so completely different. The second had been a rather attractive male. He had been quite young: mostly likely very similar to Celosia's own age, as he was obviously just entering into the stage of adulthood. A sweet taste entered the femme's mouth as she once again tasted his name. Kujo. It was strong, yet gentle and very rhythmic. It simply rolled off her tongue with such ease: it was simply effortless. And it tasted sweet on her tongue. She licked her lips. He had been pure white like the snow, with thick fur--one of her favorite things--and the prettiest emerald eyes.

Of course, she had flirted with him shamelessly. How could she not? It was a new environment: she needed attention. And that wolf whom she had met was far worth giving herself attention. He was so handsome, and so sweet: a perfect gentleman. Or at least he was on the outside. First impressions and all that: completely untrustworthy. 'Ha! A true gentleman is non-existent. Even Bozi wasn't a perfect gentleman.' Celosia's thoughts were such that she hardly noticed the transition in the terrain as she entered the softer grass of Kamari. It was more yellow, and softer: much more to her liking. She kept going until a distance mess of rubble came into view. Curiously, she slowly approached the area. What the hell was it? For Celosia had never had any contact with humans, and had no idea of their inventions and destruction. The mass of deteriorated buildings fascinated her, and she curiously--yet cautiously--began to investigate the area.

words six.four.three
tags Vorilye
ooc ohmygosh Uru I'm so so so so so sorry for the wait D: I promise my replies will get faster. I'm just....so horrible at openers >< ANYWAYS. The last couple of days I've just been so exhausted that I've basically just been sleeping and working. But today is my day off, so I'm going to catch up all my replies! So if you reply today, I can reply again today! I'm so excited for this thread!! And to finally roleplay with you! Yay for more pups, right?! LOL.

[Vorilye]

This place was never going to be home to Vorilye. As much as the elder male tried, he could not get his heart to agree with leaving Acerbus behind in the wake of the confrontation with Kairos. Those wolves needed to be stopped, and Vorilye knew that at this point, until the other packs were made aware, he stood alone. As he left Angel behind, he knew that, perhaps, they would have the possibility to rebuild the pack. But that would take time, and even if Angel did become heavy with pups, there was no guarantee of survival for the pups. It was unlike the male to act in such a manner. Part of him felt disgracesful. What would Atriell think of him for his actions?

She left you. She is the one who walked away without the slightest care, the voice in the back of his head snarled angrily. He would continue to beat himself up for driving his mate away until the day he died. But if he could rebuild his legacy, this time with heirs that were worthy of such a gift, perhaps he could redeem himself. With all the bad that he had done, there needed to be some good in there as well. And so the male sought out a way to bring his pack back to life. With Angel being the only loyal member who was not related to him, it was only reasonable that she would be a good match. The only match, the voice scoffed bitterly.

All those years ago, Vorilye had turned away from Angel. There was simply never the attraction to her that would have made for a good pairship. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and if that male's pups were anything like the brute himself, they were all in for a shock. What could he possibly do besides try to rebuild the family?

Throughout his musings, the male trotted off across the plains, searching for answers he was not sure that he would ever find. It had been so long since he had truly looked around in Kamari. The lands were slowly rebuilding with time, but the signs of suffering were still painfully evident. A huge indication of this was the old research camp the humans had left behind. Now reduced to mere rubble, the pain was still palpable.

But what the alpha male found most interesting was the scent trail leading up toward the rubble. It was then that Vorilye spied her: a delicate, light colored she-wolf seemingly not realizing she had entered pack territory. Whereas the alpha might have lashed out in the past, his desperation had reduced him to kindness and enticement to rebuild. It was with a slight smirk that the male quickly closed the distance between himself and the female, strolling up to her side and brushing himself against her seductively, his golden eyes turning to meet her pale blue ones, peeked with interest.

"Little lady, I think you have wandered somewhere unattended," he breathed softly, his gold eyes never leaving hers as his tail flicked anxiously. Life was throwing him a second chance; he was not going to squander it away.

Word Count: 532 words
Tags: @celosia
Notes: Eh could've been worse.

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The sun was just beginning to set as Celosia stepped onto an outcropping of one of the broken down buildings. She stared out, and the sudden beauty of the place took hold of her. Sighing quietly, she surveyed the area; she could easily make this her home. The rubble of the buildings would provide good shelter, and protection from invasion. So long as she paid attention, she could always hear an approach before she saw one, and could therefore always stay one step ahead. Plus, if she was honest, it would be nice to finally settle down; and this place was a good bit of a distance away from the edge of the island. As soon as she got to know the place, she could use it to her advantage. If Baremus ever tried to track her here, she could easily outwit him, and therefore protect herself. The thought of him brought another angry growl to her creamy lips, which curled back into a minor snarl. A sudden bout of loneliness overwhelmed her as she stood there, and she felt an unusual need to howl, but she contained herself with a simple whine. She missed Bozi deeply, though she had never before admitted to herself how much she loved him. He was like a father to her: the father that she'd never had. She, of course, missed her mother; she thought of her mother every single day. But she had never thought herself in need of a father as she had never heard a single word about him, for it always seemed to pain her mother to even think of him. But Bozi had found her in her hour of need, and had taken her under his wing, despite his pack's disapproval. He had taught her to hunt, to fight; he had taught her the tools she so desperately needed to take care of herself. And he had protected her from her alpha, to the best of his ability without endangering his own self. He had never told her that he loved her, but standing there thinking about him made Celosia realize that he had grown to love her as much as she loved him.

It made her sick. She had had to simply.......leave him. No goodbyes. And it was in this moment of pain, despair, and loneliness that Celosia felt a warm body brush against her side seductively. The motion automatically made her hormone levels rise and her moist eyes turned to find a stunning pair of golden eyes staring back at her. Celosia took the male in: he was rather handsome. He was all black with golden fur on his muzzle. Celosia was filled with desire just from his appearance--he was the most handsome wolf she had ever laid eyes on. She sucked in a breath of air, trying to quell the tears that had been slowly rising up in her, and pushed her own side back into his encouragingly. Her mind was still lost in thought, and it made her body alive with fire. It was a strange fire that she'd never felt before. Sure, she had always flirted and generally presented her to the opposite sex, but she had never felt anything herself. It was just her way of getting attention: the way she had found worked best. But this desire had never taken hold of her before. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It made her hungry in a way that she had no idea how to satisfy. The male's golden eyes were like gasoline to her fire: they only heightened it. His eyes were peeked with interest, and a hint of something that seemed similar to how she was currently feeling. And then his smooth voice traveled the short distance to her creamy ears.

Little lady, I think you have wandered somewhere unattended.

His voice was breathy and soft and it drew her in. The were already standing at a proximity that should have made her angry, but it only made her fur tickle and she shivered noticeably.

I will never be attended for the rest of my life,

was the only reply she gave him. But her eyes were wide open to the fire that was still building quietly within her body. And it was in this moment that a strange feeling slowly ebbed into her, beginning at her stomach, and moving towards her tail. It was strange and hot; Celosia had never been in heat before--oddly--and therefore had no idea what was happening. All she knew was that it only added coal to the fire, and made a soft noise--one that sounded strangely like a whine, and yet different--escape her throat. Her tongue came out slightly as the heat became more and more in her body. A slight pant became prevalent in the female and she pushed her body into the male's once more.

She didn't even know his name.

words eight.three.three
tags Vorilye
ooc YAY! I'm so excited xD

[Vorilye]

Vorilye was not going to hesitate on this female's receptivity. A quiet groan slipped from his golden lips as her reply spurred him on further, her body pushing against his as he abruptly mounted her, forcing himself further and further to invade her body. He panted heavily as he spilled his seed into her; yet another victim of the great alpha of Descai; another femme to walk away as soon as her pups were born. It was the cycle of his pack. The father stayed, and the mothers left. It was quite ironic in fact, as it was the exact opposite of how every other pack seemed to function. As the brute heaved himself off his new found companion, he smirked gently at the femme.

"Welcome to my territory, little one," he murmured softly into her ear, a twinkle lighting his eyes with mischief. The great black and golden alpha strode several paces from the femme, abruptly seating himself to appraise the newest invader to his pack lands. "I am Vorilye, the alpha of these lands. And to whom do I have the pleasure?" he inquired politely, so very uncharacteristic from the Vor that everyone else seemed to know from all those years ago. Bluntness and harsh words were not going to get him far in winning the favor of his neighbors, and it was best he try out his newfound politeness on those around him prior to trying to persuade the packs of the north and east to join him in his quest to end Kairos and their hellish reign.

Perhaps this she-wolf would stick around as well. It would be excellent to have another able body around the pack, if only for a short time. Vor knew better than to trust any of the wolves he met to stick around these days. They were all, for the lack of better terms, flaky and noncommittal. It was what he had learned from Atriell; the mate who had vanished without a sound. It was as if she did not want to be found. Unlike Shayde, Atriell could very likely be out there, alive, doing whatever she pleased. She had escaped him and the confines of his pack. Why else would she have vanished right after he relinquished leadership of the pack to his son?

He was tired of the power hungry, corrupt wolves of this continent. His new reign would be based on a far more family aspect. Perhaps he could entice those around him to join with a softer touch. Surely mounting this femme at first meeting was not exactly the picture perfect example of tenderness...

Well, the plan was a work in progress anyways.

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Count | 448 words
Muse | Not bad at all
Tags | @celosia
Notes | I'm sorry I made you wait on this D: