Mindlessly He Wandered [Vorilye; Joining]

[Judas]

Mindlessly he wandered into the ruins of the humans. Judas couldn’t give much thought to it. He knew not of what humans were or that they even existed. If the day ever came that he’d lay eyes on them, he’d hardly be phased. The structures that still stood to surpass the test of time were just tall stone rocks to him. This place was no eye-opener for the wolf though it might be to someone unlike him. What brought the male here was pure instinct. Winter time not only covered the island in ice and snow but also stripped Judas of whatever sense he had left in his mind. His hormones flared like a teenage boy in high school, but that strange desire to be with other wolves came back to him as it did last year. Though he’d love to spend some “quality” time with a female, it seemed as though any wolf company would suffice.
Empty-headed and quite narrow-minded, Judas could never recognize this wanting as the natural longing any lone wolf seemed to inhabit. He was in search of a pack. What brought him here to the land of the Descai is beyond him. He didn’t even have the foggiest idea of what wolves he would encounter here. In fact, he knew absolutely nothing about any of the packs here in Anikira. Judas didn’t know what it took to get into a pack or what packs did together. As mentioned before, it was instinct, and instinct alone, that drove him into this territory.
Old, dead leaves blanketed the ash covered land. He hopped through a crumbling doorway and sniffed about the ruined building. A small bird chirped in a window frame and took to the wind as soon as Judas spied it. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he lunged after the feathered animal like a dog attempting to fetch a frisbee. Of course, that frisbee never came back down to the ground. Judas stared out the window, half of his body inside the building and the other half still hanging out of the frame, looking around in the sky for the bird. He wondered where it went, and he whimpered.

Word Count: 377
Tag(s): Vorilye
Muse:
Notes: ( ._.) not exactly sure how this will play out… Interesting boy we have here.

[Vorilye]

While the alpha did not venture far from the dens often in the recent days, he clearly needed to make an exception. There was an intruder within the territory. The tired, aging alpha dragged his worn form from the dens, seeking out the source of the wolf that dared to enter his pack lands without announcing himself. These were dangerous times, and intruders were a threat to the security of the entire pack, intentional or not. It was because of this the alpha rose to his full height and searched out the stranger with a wary, guarded feel about him. He could only hope that whoever this was, they did not have malicious intentions.

And so it seemed the stranger was simply a confused, younger male. As Vorilye strode toward the decimated ruins of the human research camp, he snapped out a bark to the male, alerting him of his presence. "Young one, why do you enter my territory without invitation?" he stated bluntly, without preamble. He hoped his no nonsense attitude would draw attention away from the fact that he was in less than ideal health. He may have been tired and old, but that did not mean that he did not have fight left in him. His days were waning, yet he would continue to press forward until the end for the good of his family. "Do you not know the simple etiquette of packs? I am Vorilye, the alpha of Descai. What is your business here?" he grouched out, the less than amused side of the older brute slipping out more with each word. He did not have time for pleasantries or riff raff. If need be, his sons would be upon this male in an instant.

But the alpha did not see malice in the eyes of the newcomer. If anything, there was... confusion? He could not pinpoint the exact emotions going through the male, but something in his heart told him that the male would not be a threat. Now that did not mean he was necessarily happy to see the stranger in the heart of his territory unannounced, but it did calm the wariness about him as he patiently awaited the male's response to his demands.

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Count | 373 words
Muse | Not great.
Tags | Judas
Notes | N/A

[Judas]

Judas never felt the presence of the stranger male. Never even smelled him or thought of the possibility that someone may sneak upon him. After all, who would dare mess with a stud like him? Judas very much felt that he was above average. In fact, if it weren’t for the existence of his father, he’d see himself as a king of some sort… Some god, entitled to every female and every piece of land. Judas did not see himself as equal to any other male, young or old. In his mind, he was some supreme animal and the world was an offering of some sort.
The bark spooked him. Judas hopped out of the window frame and looked right at the male who happened to be much bigger than him. He was older as well, most likely more experienced than Judas would ever be, but Judas could never care enough to take experience or intelligence or age into consideration. He’d probably never be smart enough to understand why any of that stuff would ever even matter anyway. Why was he talking to Judas like he was above him? Surely this was a joke… And what was this talk of territory and invitation? Was he possibly implying that Judas was not permitted to be here in these ruins? Inconceivable!
What the heck did “etiquette” mean? Descai? Alpha? Judas became extremely confused… He assumed that this wolf was the truly confused one. However, he attempted to see at equals with this stranger. Judas was quite uneducated and behaved on what little knowledge was actually present in his empty head. “I should probably ask you the same thing,” he said with genuine misunderstanding. Innocently, Judas was really misguided. Maybe, just maybe, this alpha could guide him in the right direction… “I’m Judas.”

Word Count: 304
Tag(s): Vorilye
Muse:

[Vorilye]

Unbelievable.

A sheer feeling of disbelief washed over the alpha male as he, for the first time in years, lacked the words to respond. This mere child was asking why he was in Kamari? A rude snort escaped the male as he stared condescendingly down at the smaller male. "If you did not catch the scent markers along the border, you must truly be daft, boy," he grunted with annoyance. This wolf was quickly wearing on his patience with his attitude. "Judas, you should learn that when you enter pack lands unwelcomed, you are likely not to walk out with your head still attached to your shoulders." The male's eyes narrowed with ire, glaring at the insufferable young male.

Perhaps it was unclear to the loners of the land, but Vorilye would have thought after his pack possessed this territory for the better part of five years, strangers would know better than to intrude. It was no fresh claim to be ignored. While the pack might not have been in the greatest of shape over the past year, that did not mean that his claim was not in full force over the territory, these crumbled ruins incluided.

"You must not be from around here. I am the alpha of these lands, and unless you have business with us, you best remove yourself from my territory before I rid it of you myself," he growled out, anger flashing through his entire body at the boy's ignorance. That was no excuse for violating the claim that the alpha male placed upon the territory; ignorance of the law would not excuse punishment, and unless he were able to talk himself out of this mighty quickly, the alpha was poised to call his sons to help him drive the youngling out of his territory. "You do not enter claimed lands unannounced. To do so is a death wish."

While the alpha might not have been in his prime shape, he was still a force to be reckoned with on size and mass alone. He would not hesitate to retaliate against the male if he chose to continue with this charade. The Descai alpha had no patience for the behavior of those around him any longer. It would only be a matter of time before his pack was fully in his daughter's capable paws, and he would not allow for his legacy to be tarnished or undermined any further, particularly by an insolent whelp.

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Count | 412 words
Muse | Still not fantastic but could be worse
Tags | Judas
Notes | N/A

[Judas]

Daft? Was that even a word? Judas was bewildered by the way the stranger spoke to him. He should be angry for being lectured at by this old coot, but instead Judas mentally shut down. He was receiving no information, except that the male was disapproving of Judas’s presence within this area. The male’s black and gold coat was just beginning to phase him. That was how slow Judas was…
The stranger talked of being in charge of a pack and that this place belong to said pack. With a moment to think, Judas asked himself what it was he was here for in the first place. It wasn’t desire to eat. It wasn’t desire to hide or sleep… No urge to mate or fight. Neither anger nor curiosity brought the brute here. So what was it that kept him standing here in front of this hostile wolf? He remembered, but not mindfully. The simple want to be next to other wolves. It had nearly been two years that Judas left his father and mother, and he was becoming lonesome. He wasn’t lonely in the sense that he was in need of a lifetime partner or anything like that, but instinct was trying to instruct him to join with a group of others like him. Judas had no sense to create and lead a pack of his own, so joining one was his only rational bet… But what were the chances that this alpha would take such a dim-witted dunce like him? Judas was not aware of the possibility of rejection, so joining any pack was no sweat to him. Judas only knew acceptance and entitlement to everything and everyone.
“You said you’re part of a pack,” said the boy. “I’d like to join.”

Word Count: 307
Tag(s): Vorilye
Muse:
Notes: Realistically, if Judas is not acceptable, it’s totally okay if he’s rejected X) Lol

[Vorilye]

Every time the younger male spoke, Vorilye found him even more confused. The male seemed to have no concept of ownership, etiquette, or basic wolven interactions, yet he was asking to join the pack. "Son, do you even know what it means to be part of a pack?" he inquired, a genuine curiosity brushing his features. The male seemed clueless to the real world. How exactly had he managed to survive this long if he could not perform even the basic tasks a lone wolf was expected to do prior to entering pack lands? "You'll find that around here, most of the lands are claimed. We are families, some larger and some smaller, but families nonetheless. And a family... they will fight to protect their loved ones. It would be best you learn the basics before pulling a stunt like this one again."

The alpha simply intended to impart some wisdom on the younger male. He truly had no idea how to address the male's request to join the pack. On one hand, it would be good to have another set of paws on board to assist. But the attitude of this male was surely going to antagonize Valeria, and his daughter had only just agreed to allow him to have some semblance of leadership in the days that came. She was in charge of the majority of the pack's dealings, and Vor could not gauge whether the male would be a suitable trainee for the pack or if he would wind up thrown off Kamari's plains by the scruff of his neck. But perhaps, that would be for Valeria to decide. She had given him the freedom to screen and accept a few males into the pack. Perhaps he would be able to learn to adapt to the pack's ways, much like Vorilye himself was learning to adapt.

"If you have any hope of surviving in this pack, you best learn some manners, and quickly," the male warned cautiously, though he curiously left the "why" out of the statement. It would only take one time of the male mouthing off to Valeria for him to be knocked flat on his ass. Some youngins, it took a beating or two for them to learn their place. Maybe Judas was no different. "And if you ask nicely, I might even help you out."

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Count | 397 words
Muse | So-so yet again.
Tags | Judas
Notes | I'd like to eventually do a Judas/Val thread. I think it would be funny.

[Judas]

Did Judas know what it meant to be part of a pack? No, as a matter of fact. The only “pack” he was ever part of was one of four members: his two parents, himself, and his sister. There would have been a fifth, but Sassa hardly had a chance. When trying to remember any recollections of being part of a pack, he thought not of his dead sister. He didn’t know if he could even consider his birth family a real pack. Memories of physical pain and the voice of his father reigned faintly in his psyche.
Vorilye began to talk with a certain assertiveness that almost reminded Judas of his father, but Vori offered more sensibility. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t raving. He demanded nothing of Judas, but to listen. Judas just stood still and listened, infatuated by the stranger and his words. The big brute could not recall feeling loved or adored, not even by his father whom he held upon a pedestal. Suddenly, a new emotion was discovered within Judas - emptiness. Unfulfilling nothingness. Though born beside a sister and given a mother and father, he truly did not know what family was or what it meant. Not knowing these things made Judas uncomfortable.
The other male began to speak, and Judas looked at him as he did. A glimmer of genuine happiness fluttered through him when Vorilye mentioned him being part of Valyn. In him talking about learning some manners, Judas began to feel like a small child being told he was going to have to do more chores around the house… This would be quite the challenge for Judas, being part of something bigger than himself. He almost mumbled while asking the male, “where do I go now?” Never the wiser, despite his brief moment of enlightenment. “What do I have to do?”

Word Count: 313
Tag(s): Vorilye
Muse:
Notes: X) Oh my heavens I could only imagine. I’d love to see them interact Lol. Perhaps Vori will respond to Judas here and, so to say, point him in the right direction? Then I can post once more. But obviously if there’s more to this, I can keep replying, no problem >w<

[Vorilye]

While the former alpha could only guess at what Valeria would think of his decision, there was one thing that was absolutely certain: this male would have to have a complete change of attitude if he did not want to be beaten by his daughter. In the short time Valeria had been back, there were a couple things he had observed. First, the alphess was far more commanding than he had ever expected. While he knew she took after her mother in some ways, Vor saw himself more and more in his daughter over time, and not just in the sense that she was his doppelganger. She had the heart of a leader, and that was not as common as one might think. Her rage at his decision to hand other the pack to Ryker, although not justified at the time, did shape her into a worthy leader.

What the alphess could not understand was that there was no way Val could have led Descai at that time. She was too young and far too green to lead a pack, at least in his eyes. But her stories of leaving Descai and immediately forming Valyn brought doubt into the older male. She clearly managed to survive this long, and their downfall was not quite their fault, as Kairos was swelling larger with each passing day. The threat to their pack lands was real, particularly with Kairos taking up residence in Acerbus. They would have to act soon, and if the older male could do anything in his remaining days to keep the pack afloat, he would do it.

Pharaoh was always the obvious choice to take over Descai, but he was just too young to grasp the responsibility. Ryker had been a good amount older than the young white male, and yet he still managed to bring ruin on the pack. To this day, the alpha male never did get the full story on what had befallen Descai. Instead, the wolves were scattered or gone, never to be heard from again. But this was the start of a new Descai, or Valyn, he supposed. They would have to make some adjustments, as his daughter's form of leadership did not particularly favor the old male, but they would grow comfortable with it in time. There was no point fighting her; she was too strong. Instead, the male decided to take the practical, and easy, route in submitting leadership to his daughter.

But as the male stared down at the newest member of the pack, he had very few words of wisdom to beginning. He himself was not certain what laid ahead, but there was one thing he would be sure to warn the young male. "Whatever you do, do not cross Valeria. It will quite likely be the last thing that you ever do."

As for the what to do, Vorilye was not certain of that answer. Valeria would have to trial him and rank him. She had the final say so over the pack, but his recommendation would be taken into consideration, he was quite certain. Judas had the potential to become a warrior for the pack, but he would have to learn to hold his tongue and show respect before Valeria would likely grant him any rank. If he did not watch his step, he was likely to wind himself in far more trouble than he imagined possible. "There is no defined location you must go. Within the scent markers Valeria has laid, these are our lands. You are free to roam and hunt within them, just take heed. The females of the pack are off limits unless they give you permission. And I sincerely doubt any of them will," the male warned with a knowing look. "Just keep your head down until you get a feel for the dynamic. Learn your manners, and whatever you do, do not talk if you do not know what you are talking about."

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Count | 662 words
Muse | Better. Much better.
Tags | Judas
Notes | We don't have to keep it going if you don't want to, but we also can if you want.

[Judas]

Vorilye’s glare stung the male. It was like the sting of a syringe, entering the skin and remaining there for just long enough to make one tense and have it hurt even more. Judas had never felt so dumb before. It was as if he could sense the importance of this wolf that stood before him. Maybe it was the way he looked, the experience he displayed, or the assertiveness in his voice. Judas did not in anyway respect Vorilye like he respected his father. No, the way he displayed respect for his father was accompanied by an intelligent stare, usually with his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Judas obeyed his father; the way a family dog would obey its human. Unknowingly, Judas was being submitted. Put in his place. Directed to his own corner. Vorilye had this ability over the confused wolf, and Judas did not like it at all. But what could he do about it? He just didn’t know.
Who was this Valeria? She sounded important. She sounded like she’d be female. It was this thought and this thought alone that made Judas interested in meeting her. He’d likely completely go against the male’s advice with no intention of doing so. No. He wouldn’t “cross” her (whatever “cross” meant,) Judas would simply “get to know her better.” Even by being warned, sensibility missed Judas by a long shot… The poor boy was a lost cause. When Vorilye mentioned that the females within the pack would likely reject him, he felt quite challenged and began to growl very lowly in his throat. The idea of not being able to mate whenever and with whoever he wanted was an incredibly unfathomable thought. Hold his tongue? Restrain himself? Respect a female!? Oh Valeria was going to have quite a project on her hands…
When Vorilye finished with his instructions, Judas was flat on his hind end, slouched with his shoulders perked. His head was low and his ears were pinned back. The look on his face expressed quite a bit of childish distain. “Okay,” he grumbled. Maybe it wasn’t too late for Judas to turn around. Maybe he actually had a chance in this pack… And maybe pigs will fly tomorrow.

Word Count: 378
Tag(s): Vorilye
Muse:
Notes: XD Oh my heavens this post was so much fun to write. Judas is such a big baby lol. If you can’t think of much else to respond with, this could be the end post