Trivial [Remus]

[Galathe]

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A soft drizzle of rain leaked through the firm canopy of Galathe's den, making him groan in pique. Gathering himself, the blue-eyed male made his way outside, deciding that if he was going to get wet, then he might as well do something productive in the meantime. Prey was scarce in autumn, but that would just make it all the more rewarding afterwards. His mouth watering at the mere thought, Galathe seized the new challenge.

Tan-furred paws carried the Descai prince towards a capacious expanse of greenery, the vast sky like a blanket that Galathe was hiding beneath. Clouds lined the spitting firmament, ejecting clear fluid upon the brute's multicoloured pelt. A gust of wind ruffled the fur on Galathe's nape, but the hunter paid no attention to the weather's constant hassle. His mouth was open, tasting the air for his next victims. Tiny raindrops littered his mouth, but it mattered nought to the wolf; he had already scented something, and it was alive.

Galathe could not help but smirk. There was something particularly thrilling about overpowering helpless prey. Plus, others would appreciate that he had gone out of his way to find food for the pack. Allowing his nose to steer, the canine traipsed through Boryz Prairie, the thrill of the hunt sending the adrenaline pumping through Galathe's veins that would be needed to catch whatever would be waiting at the end. One paw in front of the other, the hunter made his way towards the scent until a thought hit him, making him growl in frustration and embarrassment.

The scent is lupine. I was tracking a wolf! I'm so stupid!

As if the wolf who he had been tracking was to blame, Galathe angrily stormed towards his peer on an impulse. Following the scent as before, except now making no attempt to be inconspicuous, the male found himself looking at a black-furred male who reeked of Descai. He looked about the same age as Galathe, and the black on his fur looked suspiciously similar to Vorilye, Galathe's father. Was this one of the many half-siblings that the Descai prince had heard about?

Notes: I hope that it's okay to have Remus already there. If you'd prefer for Remus to find Galathe and not the other way round, then just let me know c:

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Remus

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[Remus]

The rain depressed the young brute. Remus held his head low as he walked, giving off the impression that he was stalking prey. In reality, he was just sulking. Not yet hungry enough to hunt, and too tired to seek out someone to play with, the black wolf was walking aimlessly through the territory. Long ringlets of water ran along his ebony coat, and his ice blue eyes trailed listlessly along the ground in front of him, watching as his paws appeared and disappeared beneath him.

What is there to do on such a gloomy day? he thought half-heartedly. Where is everyone?

Being apart from his brother, Romulus, always brought him down. When he was with his brother, things were always exciting. There was always something to do or something to fight about. But lately, he had been on his own.

But he had made one friend. Saphira. Remus's maw curled into a small smile as he thought about his half-sister. The young wolf had befriended him recently, and showed him kindness even when he was shy or stand-offish. She had really brought out the best in him. He had played with her almost immediately, even though they were practically strangers.

Suddenly, the foliage burst to life in front of him. Startled, Remus scrambled backwards and nearly fell over as a large brute came barreling out of the forest. His body immediately tensed, prepared to flee in the opposite direction at the first sign of a battle. Remus was not the type of brute to stand his ground. In the "fight-or-flight" spectrum, he was most definitely a fleer. Although this newcomer was probably the same age as the black brute, he towered over him. For a fleeting moment, Remus wondered why this brute was in Descai territory, then he smelt it: the wafting smell of his pack was on this brute as well. They were pack-mates.

"H-hello." Crap. Remus struggled to keep his voice from trembling as he spoke out loud. "I'm Remus, who are you?"

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Count | 345
Tags | Galathe
Muse | Good
Notes | Here ya go, sorry if this is rusty. I haven't posted in over a month.

[Galathe]

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When Galathe encounted the ebony inconnu, the dark-furred male had a terrified look in his deep blue eyes that would be an exact mirror image of Galathe's had they been more pale and not so petrified. The smaller of the seemingly related two - the stranger, or relative, was minute compared to Galathe - tensed up with irrational apprehension, making Galathe chuckle in amusement at the brute's fear. What was there to be afraid of when they were on the same side?

"H-hello. I'm Remus; who are you?" the smaller, darker wolf asked. Ah, now there was a name to put to the frightened face. Remus. Remus seemed incredibly afraid of Galathe, and Galathe could not fathom why. Dipping his head, Galathe offered a reply.

"Remus," he began, testing the other's name on his tongue. "I'm Galathe, son of Vorilye, our alpha," Galathe announced with pride. "Are you my half-brother? Your coat resembles my father's an awful lot."

Why did Vorilye choose to court so many females? Would he not want to keep his bloodline pure and elite, rather than taint it with so many incompetent fools? After all, not many were fit to court an alpha. And if he was to have so many children, then shouldn't all of the offspring know each other? Celosia's wan health was passed on to Galathe and his littermates; he did wonder why Vorilye chose her to bear his offspring, when he had many children already, as well as better mates in his dating pool. Now curious about Vorilye's other mates, Galathe asked another question.

"If we should share the same father, then who might your mother be?" enquired Galathe. How could he be so closely related to so many yet only know that they existed, and not of their names, appearances, histories, personalities, and such? It mystified Galathe, and gave him a new motive to get to know all of his unknown family. Maybe they were nice wolves.

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Remus

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[Remus]

It made sense now. Son of Vorilye, our alpha. This brute was his brother. Or, at least... a half brother. His ears perked up as he took a better look at the wolf before him—his squared shoulders and large, brutish build. Remus was used to being smaller than everyone else around him, but Galathe made him feel dwarfed. And unlike his immediately siblings or Saphira, he had none of the combinations of colors and pelts that his siblings had. He was... different. He may not be different like Remus was—with his small stature and hopelessly unconfident attitude—but it was still something. Anything to find a connection with his half-sibling.

"My mother is Angel, though I inherited none of her ivory coloration," he explained, by way of answering the other brute's question. "Who is your mother?" His attempt to be polite fell a little flat, but he gave Galathe a nod anyway, afraid of coming off as rude.

Why am I always such a fool when it comes to meeting strangers. Everyone here is family, for crying out loud... Stop acting like a pup. Remus let his internal rant continue as he waited for Galathe's answer, and as he did, he couldn't help but notice how the other brute held himself. There was no apology in the way he was standing, no regret. He was all confidence, even if it wasn't an overpowering quality. It was there, just below the surface. Remus stood a little bit taller as he noticed how hunched he was. How apologetic he always seemed with his body.

Maybe he could learn something from this brute. Maybe his whole family had something to teach him about himself. Maybe... maybe that would make him feel more as if he belonged.

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Count | 300
Tags | Galathe
Muse | Good
Notes | Liquid time because this is taking place before Valyn came to town. 

[Galathe]

Angel. The name was familiar, something that the blue-eyed brute had heard whispers of before. Having been den-bound for most of his life, Galathe did not know an awful lot about Descai, but one of the longest members of the pack was obviously somewhat known to the previously sickly adolescent. Bringing Galathe's mind back to the present, Remus asked his half-brother about Galathe's own mother.

"My mother is Celosia. She is not very well right now. I did take after her, yes—I look nothing like Vorilye, although I did inherit my size from him," the male replied, standing up to his full height momentarily to emphasise his point. It was at this that Galathe realised how shy and shrunken Remus seemed. At first, the wolf had assumed that Remus was just small, but there was something about his posture...

"Are you okay?" The question was blunt and out of the blue, but kindness was not Galathe's forte. Besides, it was not as if he was being rude or anything—in fact, his words, without the tone and suddenness, were kind and concerned for the cowering wolf in front of Galathe.

It was curious how Galathe had so many half-siblings that he did not even know the name of. He had no indicator as to how many he had, even, apart from a lot. That was not very helpful. How many litters? How many had died? What were they doing now? It was strange that there was so much unknown about the brute's own kin, almost direct blood relatives. It was almost scary, thinking that there were complete strangers who were so distant, yet so close, to him. Galathe's history was so unknown, even to the wolf himself.

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Tags: Remus
Notes: OKAY THIS SUCKS SO MUCH I'M SORRY
Muse: I really don't have muse for young Galathe :/