A Beacon for Trouble (open)

[Valkea]

Warning: Some foul language is included.

    Bored. Valkea was bored. Now, with that having been said, this little whore usually stayed a good distance away from lands that had been claimed by the packs. But on this particular evening, boredom had caused the young Arctic Wolf femme to quite literally, waltz right past the pack's seemingly recent scent markers like they weren't even there; despite the burning sensation that they left in her nares.
    The siren strolled calmly- almost nonchalantly between the trees; her well-kept, stark white form stood out from the inky blackness of the forested land that surrounded her. The paleness of her cloak was sure to draw attention from any pack wolves that might happen to be in the area at the same time that she was. Did Valk want attention? Was she looking for it? Yes and yes she did and she was.
    She was itching for a good fight, but the more primal side of her was itching for something else. It had been, let’s see… at least a week since she had met Judas and a few days since that pathetic old wolf had invaded her den in the Kalas Mountains. Val felt like her union with the copper-toned male was unsuccessful and that she would bear no fruit from him. Based on her experience, the older male had no idea how to do the basic task that nature had required him to do.
    The large, stocky female huffed loudly. Oh well. There was always next season and there were plenty more males from which she could choose. There was also the possibility that she’d run into him again before this season drew to a close. The snow dyed goddess huffed again and shook her tiara. She had more important things to mull over than some inexperienced male’s failure.
    The ex-tribe wolfess needed to get her heart rate up and the blood pounding in her ears. She needed to feel the physical pain of teeth sinking into her flesh or better yet, she needed to be the wolf that was doing the ripping and tearing. She needed to fight. She needed to kill.
    It wasn’t long before the muffled crashing of waves reached her harks. Valkea rolled her shoulders in a shrug and decided to investigate the source of the sound. Soon, the beauty happened upon a large body of water; the very depths of which unsettled the female greatly, though she wouldn’t dare admit that fact to any other wolf but herself. The grey, cloudy water lapped greedily at the harpy’s front paws as she just remained standing in her spot and watched wave after wave lick her digits. It was hypnotic in a way- but not as hypnotic was watching the flames of a forest fire consume anything in its path. Nothing could ever be a mesmerizing as that to the youthful female.
    Suddenly, the fur along Val’s hocks and spine rose. Someone- or something- was probably watching her. The ivory clad woman whipped around and scanned the shadows with her eyes of burning saffron. “What in the actual fuck?” She barked. “Who the hell gave you permission to approach me?” A growl crept into her lyrics. “Show your god-forsaken hide before I come drag it out myself!”

tagged|| @anyone
ooc|| Anything could happen here. Literally. Anything. Have at it and have some fun with this!
word count|| 580 words
muse|| It's there! Surprise!

[Micah]

Micah hadn't seen any of his pack mates since the tyranny of Kairos had driven them from their homeland. The pack made predominantly of femmes was no match for the pack of giants that had attacked them. The assault had been led by Goliath's son Typhon, a truly sinister creature indeed. He had uprooted Valyn in a conquest for land and power that had ended in his family's blood. His mother and sisters were gone, no trace of them left from what he could see. He was still young barely on the verge of becoming an adult and being able to fight. If he had been anything more than a clumsy pup at the time he would have tried to defend his pack mates from the destruction that Kairos had brought. He had heard many tales about the giants that roamed within their borders, but when he had first seen them they had been little bigger than he was. In his own right he was an impressive male larger than the majority of wolves that he came across, even as young as he was. Amara had always told him that he was the spitting image of his father, and it made Micah wonder if his father was one of the giants from Kairos. He would never know considering his mother was no longer alive to answer his lingering questions.



Rumor had it that Valyn had travelled north to seek out the alphess, Valeria's family from a different pack. Micah knew that he had no reason to return to the banding of sisters that despised males, but he knew nothing else. They were his pack, his family and he knew not how to survive without them. Despite being larger than most adults he was still young enough to be considered a whelp, unable to do much. He was untrained and unskilled in most things. His mother had made sure to teach him to hunt and fight, making sure that he children were strong enough to survive the harsh life that Anikira offered. Micah huffed before trotting along looking for some trace of his pack mates. A part of him wondered if he should run away from what he considered to be his future. Young as he was he was rapidly discovering that he had a stubborn will that didn't want to be snuffed out. Especially not by a group of femmes. While he didn't believe that any gender of wolf was better than the other, he also couldn't believe that being dominated by women would suit him for very long. He was rapidly coming into his strength, something that he wanted to be able to use in defense of those he loved, not to be disdained for being a male.



He was passing through Kairos territory now, but that was unavoidable considering the brutal empire controlled almost all of the southern lands. Micah knew of no other way to get to the rest of the continent. He was also banking on the fact that he was large enough to at least survive if one of the Kairos wolves tried to attack him. He had heard of other packs in the north and east that accepted wolves no matter their gender, but Micah was afraid. If anything he had to make it home and at least face his alphess. If he was to leave Valyn then he wanted to look her in the eye and tell her why he couldn't remain. It was almost as if seeing Valeria was all he could think about. Thoughts rolled over and over in his head as he tried to grasp some explanation for his absence.



Before he could gather up his thoughts however he felt a prickle of tension well up between his shoulders. It wasn't long before he heard a she-wolf yelling in his direction. From the sound of her foul mouth and the obvious way she seemed to think he spied on her. He almost wanted to chuckle at the way this feisty little female seemed to think that they world revolved around her. He was almost tempting to just keep on walking and leave the little femme to her seemingly small world view. A part of him was tempted to see if she was different underneath her prickly façade. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before making his way towards the sound of the grating voice. The first thing he saw was a wolf that looked similar to his mother. She was an arctic wolf he was sure of it, her thick white fur an indication that she was indeed similar to his mom. They even looked similar in size, although everyone looked small to Micah. She was indeed smaller than him and that made Micah feel at least a little bit better about approaching the seemingly hostile stranger. "Who said I needed permission to approach you? I can walk wherever I please, whether it is near you or not." She was arrogant, a trait that Micah found didn't suit her at all. She possessed some beauty, but not enough to overcome her rude attitudes. "Besides I have no interest in "approaching" you. As a matter of fact you are the same as everyone else that walks around this wretched place."



From the looks of it she stood on Kairos land, but she didn't smell like a Kairos wolf. "Are you supposed to be some kind of princess? Because you sure don't smell like one. You smell just like every other loner out there."




Valkea

[Valkea]

    Valkea's face remained neutral as the giant of a wolf emerged the shadows. "Who said I needed permission to approach you? I can walk wherever I please, whether it is near you or not." The white washed goddess merely let out a short laugh. "Why, I said so of course." He was a hansom brute despite the fact that he was obviously younger than herself. Let's see what we can do, here. It's time for some fun and games! "Besides I have no interest in "approaching" you. As a matter of fact you are the same as everyone else that walks around this wretched place." How dare this mortal tell me that I'm just like everyone else! Does he know who he's talking to?! Instead of lashing out at him like she normally would have done, the ivory dyed wolfess took a seat and gave the fur on her chest a few licks before she turned her head to rearrange the fur on her left shoulder. How will this young boy respond? She was curious.
    But, what the male said next almost caused the vixen to unleash a snarl. "Are you supposed to be some kind of princess? Because you sure don't smell like one. You smell just like every other loner out there." You're playing a nasty, dangerous game, boy. "'Some kind of princess', huh?" Her tone was almost playful. Almost. "Well, my dear," Valk began. "You are right. I'm not. However, I am something more- a queen of sorts." She paused. "Now before you start yapping about the fact that I don't rule whatever land I'm in along with everyone and anything that's in it and whatnot, I'm going to tell you something. I'm the queen of myself, as utterly stupid as that may sound to you as it sounds to me. I make my own rules and I do whatever the hell I what to, when I want to do it. Ever heard of self-management or is that a new word for you, young Pack Wolf?" Her tone was not harsh, aggressive, or taunting as one would expect from this rude girl. It was just simply gave off how relaxed and confident she was. If one listened closely, they would be able to pick out notes of sarcasm and maybe even a little playfulness.
     His clearly pack-scented fur possessed the thickness of her breed, it seemed, but his height was out of the standard range for her breed- or for any breed of that matter as far as she knew. Yes, I know that he's impure, she thought with a hint of a playful, coy smirk. But I'm going to let him stick around just to see what will come out of our little run-in.

tagged|| Micah
ooc|| Looks like someone's scheming
word count|| 458 words
muse|| It's there... ish...

[Micah]

Micah watched as the ivory femme tried to keep her cool and calm demeanor. It was all a ruse however because he could see the little flashes of anger erupting in her eyes whenever he mentioned her lowly status. He knew that he had upset her with his words, but he wasn't going to apologize for speaking the truth. In his opinion arrogance got you nothing in this life, because if you possessed a real skill and were good at it then there was no reason to brag. Everyone would see the worth you carried on your shoulders. Micah had not made a name for himself on this small island, but he would some day. His mother and sisters were all gone now, lost to him forever. Even his mystery of a father had never been around long enough to get the deed done, only remaining to plan his seed within Amara. Looking at this creamy femme made him think about his mother more and more, their appearance almost identical except for the eyes. His mother had lighter green eyes, while this creature had a lighter tone of brown ones. Here she stood on the edge of Kairos land obviously wanting to be found by one of those brutes. They destroyed everything in their path, including his family, and he hated every single one of them for that. Even now he was supposed to be moving along to find the remainder of Valyn. He had not gotten the chance to defend his pack mates during the conquest led by the tyrannical Typhon, but he would never let it happen again.



Her words were amusing to him as she spoke of being the queen of her own self, of self management as she had so eloquently put. It seemed as if she thought that just because she was in control of her own destiny that that made her somehow better than everyone else. "Queen of yourself? That is the same as saying queen of nothing, but whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, Princess." He liked to tease her. Mostly he was a gentle soul who didn't have the stomach for being cruel to most, but watching her brown eyes like with that flame of anger made it worth it. Made him want to see just how far he could push the arctic femme. She had guessed from his scent that he was a pack wolf, but that was not derogatory to him in the least. He was proud of his heritage, proud to be who he was. "Yes I am a pack wolf and I am young, but that doesn't make me stupid. I know of self management. I control my own fate." It was true. There was no one in the world that had more power over him than he himself did. He was growing stronger with every passing day and soon he would be with his family again, ready to right the wrongs that Kairos had forced upon them. He had a destiny that drew him away from this place, that pulled on his heart to find his way back to where he belonged.

Valkea