- I walk the line [Arche]

[Harlot]

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[attr="class","itdscroll"]For the first time since Harlot had arrived on Anikira, the sky was filled with ivory clouds, no sign of a storm in sight. For the last few days she’d wandered from the shores she’d washed up on, the rain a constant nuisance, its presence both unwelcome and irritating. The farther north she traveled, the worse it seemed to be, the clouds turning ever darker as the wind blew great sheets of droplets into her sides. The night before she’d finally found shelter in the shallow caverns nestled in the side of a rolling hill, and it was there that she’d waited out the storm until morning. Blessedly it seemed as if today would bring no showers, and so Harlot lifted herself from her resting place and started down the rocky incline. After some time the ground flattened out, the rocks fading into the distance, the grass seeming to grow higher with each step until the femme found herself streaking across a meadow dotted with vibrant red flowers. They brushed the underside of her belly as she walked, her strides long and full of purpose. While the meadow was certainly a pleasant site, her sapphire eyes rested firmly upon the line of trees in the distance, knowing that it would be the ideal place to satisfy her hunger.

Closer and closer she drew, paws leading her towards the forest until the rustling of grass between her and the trees gave her pause. She did not have to wonder for long; a moment later her gaze narrowed upon a hare who’d wandered from the forest to graze, and before the creature could think to flee Harlot was leaping forward, pinning the panicked animal to the earth. Her jaws closed over its neck swiftly, putting the hare out of its misery before she settled down in the grass to nibble at her catch. It was a plump thing, the rich meat filling her belly as the sun shone high above her, warming the charcoal fur of her back. By the time she finished picking the meat from the creature’s bones Harlot was full and content, rising and leaving what little remained of the corpse for the circling crows above.

There was no true need for her to explore the forest now that she’d eaten, and yet Harlot did not wish to return to the makeshift dens when the day was so pleasant. There’s no harm in getting acquainted with your new home, she thought, shaking any traces of dirt from her slick pelt before starting forward. As she finally came to the line of trees, however, she stopped once more, ears flickering and then flattening against her skull. The scent that wafted towards her from the underbrush was unmistakable: a border marker, and a masculine one at that.

Harlot knew nothing of the surrounding packs, and so she did not dare advance. There was a high possibility that the pack would not take kindly to a trespasser, even if she was simply passing through. With a huff of disdain falling from her muzzle, Harlot took several steps back and lowered her rump to the ground, staring at the trunk of the tree before her as if it had personally insulted the she-wolf.

TAG: Arche
WORDS: 540
NOTES: Went ahead and got this started <3

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MEL @ ADOX

[Arche]

The sun, it shone brightly, and severely irritated the large male wolf that made his way slowly through the trees that marked the border of Airila's territory. It was not long ago that he had officially announced to the pack that he would be stepping up as Alpha while his father was ill, but already he could feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Today he had started his patrol late, but he was determined to carry out his duties fully even though he had taken on more responsibility in the pack. Airila was one of the longest surviving packs on Anikira, and he would not allow his father's pack to fall to ruin during his sickness. No, they would unite and become stronger, they would survive and they would thrive. Hopefully he would be able to accomplish this, without his father's help. He grumbled softly to himself as he moved along the treeline, his green eyes watching the border carefully while his mind wandered.

Sure, he was doing his job, he was ensuring the safety and security of the pack's borders, but he also could not help fretting inwardly about everything he would need to do in the near future. With a heavy sigh, he also came to realize the soft grumbling of his stomach, almost as if it was mimicking his inner turmoil. His eyes narrowed in further irritation, but he shook his head and pushed forward. It was his own fault, after all. Had he started his patrol earlier, he could have finished by now and at least picked up a small meal. But no, he had taken his time and now he would go about his patrol with an empty stomach. Perhaps when he finally finished he could manage a short hunt. He was only half-way finished, though, and he knew it would likely be hours before he could pull off a decent meal. With another heavy sigh he picked up his pace, hoping that the increase in speed would decrease the amount of time he needed to allocate for the border patrol.

Today was not on his side, however, for as he moved further forward, he was hit almost violently with the scent of another wolf. The brief shift in the rhythm of his paws hitting the ground was the only sign that this disturbed him, however. He made his way swiftly and somewhat gracefully over to the female, stopping only a few feet within the pack's borders as his eyes finally fell on her much smaller form. She was petite, that was for sure, but she was also graceful in her own way. She was built small, with darker fur than most mult-colored wolves, and shocking bright eyes that instantly drew his attention. Although he had done this before, met several wolves at the border of Airila's territory, there was something about this female that made him pause. After a moment's recovery, however, he finally stood up straight and at his full height to open his mouth and speak. "Hello, I am Arche, Alpha of Airila. Who might you be?" He said, finding the words strange as they slowly fell off of his tongue. Calling himself the Alpha of Airila felt weird, but he knew it was right. For now, he stuck to his words, hoping that they were convincing enough for the wolf that now sat in front of him.

Words: 568
Tags: Harlot
Muse: Low
Notes: Sorry this is so short D=

[Harlot]

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[attr="class","itdscroll"]For several long moments Harlot sat there, contemplating the forest before her as the grass brushed gently against her haunches. There was nothing to be done now that she’d scented a pack here; eventually the femme would have to rise and turn, starting the considerable trek back across the meadows and continuing through unclaimed territory. She knew little to nothing of the packs and the temperaments of their leaders, having arrived only a few short days prior. She would have to gather information to consider which lands she could cut through without facing serious repercussions; the last thing the she-wolf needed was bitter pack members hounding her across the bordering. It was with a resigned sigh that Harlot finally lifted her lithe frame from the ground, preparing to turn back the way she’d come when movements through the trees caused her to pause.

From the depths of the forest emerged the shape of a wolf, considerably larger in weight and towering over the femme in height as he approached the invisible border. Vivid jade eyes gazed at her as he came to a halt, his masculine scent reaching her where she stood. It was the same scent that littered the borders, foreign and earthy as she flared her nostrils. Harlot arched an auburn-kissed brown, studying him as he did her, making no move to speak until finally the stranger’s voice broke the silence.

”Hello, I am Arche, Alpha of Airila. Who might you be?"

Not a stranger anymore, then, Harlot thought, considering his words. She know knew that the pack land she’d come perilously close to trespassing upon was called Airila, and before her stood it’s alpha, likely attracted by her scent so very near to his border. Handsome as the brute might have been, Harlot took a bold step towards him, dark paws hovering close to the tree line. ”Harlot.” The femme was well aware of what her name insinuated, and yet instead of shrinking away from the calling, her lips tilted upwards knowingly, a challenging gleam springing to her sapphire orbs. Her muzzle tilted upwards just slightly, her eyes never leaving his despite his high-ranking position. Harlot had always been fond of toeing the lines – in this case, quite literally. She had not stepped foot into Arche’s territory yet, but she edged ever closer, his scent washing across her more heavily as she did.

”I was considering exploring your territory when I scented your borders,” she admitted with a faint sniff, a wicked edge to her voice as she continued, ”it was nearly worth the risk. If I’d known a certain green-eyed Adonis waited on the other side, I might not have hesitated.” For all of her bold words, Harlot was unsure of how the brute would handle her personality. Many wolves found her overwhelming, her thoughts springing from her mouth before she could stop to consider repercussions. While some might have considered it to be a flaw, Harlot had long ago come to terms with herself, and she’d been referred to as shameless on several occasions. At the very least, it kept things interesting.

TAG: Arche
WORDS: 517
NOTES: ~

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MEL @ ADOX

[Arche]

She was bold, much more confident than he was used to when meeting a stranger at the borders of Airila. However, she was not exactly disrespectful. The male paused for a few moments, staring at her and listening quietly as her words landed lightly on his ears. "Harlot." It was an interesting name to say the least, but she did not seem to be even remotely ashamed of it. His head tilted slightly, studying her challenging expression curiously. Although the words 'that is an interesting name' hovered lightly on his tongue, he held them back in order to avoid conflict here. She had not yet stepped into Airila territory, and though he did out rank her because he was an alpha and she was a lone wolf, he was not one to force himself on anyone. ”I was considering exploring your territory when I scented your borders.” So she was planning on entering the pack's territory. But why had she hesitated? He frowned slightly, tilting his head in the opposite direction for a few moments before she opened her mouth to speak again.

”It was nearly worth the risk. If I’d known a certain green-eyed Adonis waited on the other side, I might not have hesitated.” The flirtatious words caught him off guard, and for a couple more moments he just stared at her. Finally, as if realizing that he was watching her with a strange expression, he shook his head slightly and released the breath he did not even know he had been holding. "So you are just passing through?" The words sounded strange to him, almost as if he were struggling to actually get them to fall off of his tongue in an organized fashion. He frowned at himself, as if he were mentally chastising himself for trying to speak at all. For some reason, though he could not seem to gather the words to say them out loud, he found himself wanting to defend Airila, to convince her that they were worth more than just passing through.

But the words did not come. Instead, he returned to simply staring at her, his head tilted slightly and his ears perked in her direction. Finally, as if by some miracle, the male opened his mouth once more to speak. "Airila is a place of peace for those that seek it. A past does not have to define someone, and it does not have to keep someone from finding a home here or anywhere else." He said, and though he did not really think the words made any real sense, he was somewhat satisfied that he finally managed to say something else. Hopefully she did not think of him as a complete and total idiot, and he could not help but hope that he really could behave like a true alpha should, even if he was getting off with a bit of a rocky start here today.

Words: 487
Tags: Harlot
Muse: Low
Notes: Sorry this is so short...again

[Harlot]

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[attr="class","itdscroll"]For a long moment, Arche offered no response to her coquettish remark, instead staring at her so oddly that Harlot flicked an auburn kissed brow, meeting his expression as she waited to see if he’d suddenly been rendered mute. Finally it seemed as if he found his tongue, his remarking prompting a quick shrug of her delicate shoulders. Truly she had been passing through, wandering and familiarizing herself with her surroundings, but Harlot suddenly found that she was intrigued by the alpha who stood before her. Most alphas she’d encountered were domineering and proud to the point of nearly being haughty, but Arche was…different. She’d always clashed with the packs that she stumbled upon, her unfiltered thoughts and words often times gravely offending whoever was in a position of power. It was odd that the brute who stood before her seemed so…calm. Collected.

”Airila is a place of peace for those that seek it. A past does not have to define someone, and it does not have to keep someone from finding a home here or anywhere else.”

She hadn’t come sniffing around pack lands with the attention to find a home, and yet something about Arche’s words held a certain appeal. She’d left her home and her family to make a life for herself, and the life of a loner could hardly be considered one at all in Harlot’s opinion. Skirting around borders, scrambling for shelter, scouring for prey…none of it particularly sounded like a successful existence to the femme. For a long moment she was silent, sapphire eyes glued to the Airila alpha as she considered his words, her tail stirring halfheartedly around her haunches.

”Is Airila a large pack?” She asked almost without thinking. Harlot had much more trouble getting along with massive groups as opposed to smaller, close-knit ones. ”I hear that one of the surrounding packs is brimming with life, but I prefer something more…quaint.” She had never experienced a group so massive as Kairos was rumored to be, and although the femme would never let the admission roll from her tongue, numbers so large was daunting. A part of her wished to stay regardless, even if for a little while, for the sake of solving the puzzle that was Arche…but Harlot had to be careful with where she placed her loyalty, fierce as it was.

”If you take me in, I will be honest with my pack mates, always. Even you. Even if it is something you do not wish to hear.” Her voice was a flat warning as she watched him for a reaction, no shame in her expression. It was better to inform him now; he would see soon enough. ”But I will be loyal, and I will provide for myself and others.”


TAG: Arche
WORDS: 461
NOTES: Super low muse but I didn't wanna keep you waiting any longer >.<

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MEL @ ADOX

[Arche]

He was still getting used to the idea of being the Alpha of Airila, and though he had accepted a couple of wolves into their ranks so far, it still felt strange standing here talking to yet another stranger at the borders. It took a moment for her words to register in his ears, even though he was paying attention to every thing she said. His words seemed to hit her with a bit of surprise, almost as if she was originally intent on simply passing through, just like he had asked. But her next words, even though she still seemed very hesitant about the idea, brought out a small amount of hope in him. ”Is Airila a large pack?” His ears perked at the sound of the words, green eyes looking down at the much smaller wolf in front of him with an eagerness that he did not know he really had. What was it about this female? Why was she different? Why, unlike so many others, did he want her to stay?

"Airila is a fair size for a pack. However, we are no where near the largest on Anikira." He said, doing his best not to undersell his pack. Sure, they were a fairly small size, but they had been slowly growing in strength and number over the past several weeks. Not only that, but they were loyal and they were welcoming. Unlike the other packs on the island, Airila accepted large and small wolves, those with problems and those that did not even know they had problems. They were a haven for those that could not find a home, they were a place for the misfits and the strong, anyone that came along and needed a place to belong. ”I hear that one of the surrounding packs is brimming with life, but I prefer something more…quaint.” Her words seemed to make her fit perfectly into into their pack, but he held back offering her a position among their ranks for the time being as she spoke once more.

”If you take me in, I will be honest with my pack mates, always. Even you. Even if it is something you do not wish to hear.” He should have instantly seen the red flag, the bright flashing light that told him to stop and turn around. The warning that ran through his mind screaming 'this could end badly' should have made him shake his head and turn her away. She could cause problems, she could turn their pack upside down. But for some reason, the male just could not see it. Instead, he saw a wolf that needed a home, a proper place to belong, and he knew Airila could give that to her. ”But I will be loyal, and I will provide for myself and others.” Loyalty. It was something that meant a lot to him, and he knew his father as well. "You are welcome to join our pack if you wish to, Harlot. What skills do you possess that could help us find a proper place for you within our family?" He asked, tilting his head slightly and looking down at the small female and wondering where she would fit into the ranks of their pack. "We not only have warriors and hunters, but also gatherers and subordinates if you are unsure." He said, offering her pick of the ranks that were not earned over time with the pack. Either way, no matter what she chose, he was glad that he had the opportunity to offer her a position within Airila.

Words: 597
Tags: Harlot
Muse: Low
Notes: This post was terrible O.o sorry

[Harlot]

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[attr="class","itdscroll"]Somehow it seemed as if he was unbothered by her admission; perhaps he did not take her seriously, and perhaps he did. She gazed at him for a long moment, ears flickering atop her cranium as he spoke, offering her a place within Airila and outlining their positions. Truly it seemed like a godsend; a pack that was not outrageously large, with a handsome alpha who was welcoming her so kindly. For a moment Harlot was tempted to decline simply so that she would not ruin a good thing; it was not often that her doubts gnawed at her and yet they did now, despite the fact that her expression remained smooth and passive – if not slightly amused. She could not bring herself to turn away from him though, not when his eyes lingered on her with such a sense of acceptance. For a brief moment she toyed with the idea of Gatherer, but a life spent picking flowers and herbs wasn’t what appealed to her – it was hunting.

”Well then,” she said, finally speaking, ”I would very much enjoy a position as huntress. I’ve always excelled at it.” It was not a lie; she was slight and swift, quick on her feet and merciless when it came to filling her belly. She would gladly provide food for Airila if he allowed it, and while something within Harlot whispered that she was taking a very great risk by accepting his offer, she did not waver. Taking a single step towards him she smiled mischievously, her thick tail swaying around her shapely hips. She did not miss how Arche’s eyes lingered on her at times, and while another wolf might have been more concerned with behaving more docilely before their new alpha, Harlot tended to throw caution to the winds. Her own sapphire orbs exploring the contours of his face for not the first time, before slowly lifting once more to meet his stunning jade gaze.

”So,” she murmured slowly, continuing forward until her paws were upon Airila territory, silently announcing her new place there. ”Are you going to give me the tour?” It was a shameless attempt to spend more time in Arche’s presence, her coy smile making the fact known instead of trying to conceal it. Harlot was shameless in all that she did.

She brushed past him, careful not to touch him in case she overstepped a boundary, but there was little distance between the two when she turned, tilting her muzzle upwards to better meet his gaze as she waited for him to lead her. He was considerably taller than she was, after all, although she found that she did not mind having to crane her head to speak to him. A gentle breeze flickered around her, bringing with it the various scents of the forest, and Harlot inhaled deeply, briefly glancing away from Arche towards the rest of Airila, the mountains visible in the distance. It’s quite beautiful, she thought to herself, a sense of rightness settling between her rib cage.

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MEL @ ADOX

[Arche]

She accepted his offer. She joined his pack. He could physically feel his chest rising, the pressure and tension lifting from his muscles even though he did not even know it was there. It was amazing how such a small thing could lift his spirits so high, especially since he hardly knew her at all. But he was happy, a feeling that he was not sure he truly could feel before now. ”I would very much enjoy a position as huntress. I’ve always excelled at it.” He nodded at her choice in rank, and although he would have thought she would choose gatherer, he figured that she knew herself better than he would. "Huntress it is. Welcome to Airila." He said, smiling as she moved forward and entered the pack's territory as their newest member.

But then she spoke again, looking up at him with an almost teasing look that should have been another warning to him. But, of course, he ignored it. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to spend his time with her, and he could not quite place why. ”Are you going to give me the tour?” It was clearly a shameless attempt to spend more time with him, but he could not see it. Instead, he took it as an excuse to spend more time with her. He looked down at the smaller wolf, unable to hide the small smile on his face as he stretched out his limbs in preparation to lead her about the territory. "I would love to." He said, nodding slowly and then turning in the direction of Airila. She was their newest huntress, and though he wanted to spend time with her and get to know her better, he also wanted her to know their territory thoroughly in order to properly provide for herself and the pack.

Words: 308
Tags: Harlot
Muse: Low
Notes: Shall we make a new thread in the pack territory and end this here?