Soggy Mess [Argent/Arche - Joining]

[Aztec]

Washed ashore, in a land that was completely unknown, for a moment, Aztec stood silently at her brothers side surveying the surrounding area, shivering. Whether it was due to the chilly air, or the unspeakable fear that had welled up in her heart, or fatigue one would never truly know, nor would she be inclined to tell them. Well…this is new.. It was that thought that brought her to a complete stop, that skull tipping upon its thick pedestal. New…..something…new… The word brought a thrill that sped up her heart and caused her to take a shaky step forward. An excitement that quickly died though the attempt to retain the appearance that she was fearless. ”Argent….where are we?” She would whisper in a voice slightly horse from drugs and the gallons of salty water that she had unintentionally swallowed.



Black tipped ears twisted back, then forward with her sudden trepidation as a scent hit the sensitive cells that made up that blacken tip mounted upon her muzzle. It was a scent that was at once familiar and not. Wolves. This land they had washed up upon was claimed by a pack, this could be a good omen, or very bad luck, depending upon the pack and its alphas. It was at this point that the ocean like green of her gaze shifted to her brothers’ still standing form. ”Argent, you smell it to, right? These lands are claimed…what are we going to do?” It didn’t matter that she was usually as wild as an untamed storm, right now she was terrified of what the unknown future might hold. Currently she fought the urge to press her sleek earthly toned form against his as she had often done as a young pup. He was her strength, the foundation she depended upon above all others, her knight in shining armour. But for now she tried to curb this habit, trying to emulate his posture.



The sand clung to her fur, matting the long thick strands of earthly reds, browns and black. Even the splashes of white held a yellow tinge to them due to the matted dirt and drying salt that clung to her irritating tender flesh below. How she wanted to shake the filth from her form but such an act would cover her brother in even more sand then he already had clinging to his pelt. And she was to uneasy to leave his side long enough for a good shake, so she simply endured. The skies were clear and cold. The wind ever shifting along the coastal line that ran to either side of them. A glance over her shoulder revealed what appeared to be an island in the distance. Again she turned her gaze to her brother, seeking his council even as she kept herself completely aware of their surroundings. She was a born huntress, tracking was her specialty. Another creature would be hard pressed to sneak up upon them, unless drugs and the salt water had caused damage to her senses. Only time would be able to tell.





Word Count: 525

Tag: Argent, Arche

Muse: ok

Notes: ..starters…blah

[Argent]

Argent was aware of several different things at once, as if they were crowding him, jostling to be the forefront of his attention. The feel of grit and sand deeply embedded in his fur, the bitter cold that nipped at his sopping pelt, the foreign scents around him, and the sound of his sister’s voice beside him. For a moment he could not answer her, his throat burning from the water he’d inhaled, his very muscles seeming to scream their rebellion. Nothing that lay before his sea-hued gaze was familiar to him, and the events of the past several days still flickered in his mind. Terror had coursed through him for so long that it was familiar to him now, but Argent could not show fear. Not when his sister depended on him. And so the brute sucked in a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and began to assess the situation.

”I…am not sure where we are,” he said slowly, though she was certainly correct in her assumption that they’d landed upon pack territory. The scent of foreign wolves was strong, the telltale scent markers easy to smell even with the salt of the ocean stinging his sensitive nose. ”Don’t panic, Aztec. We’ll figure this out.” His head ached as he spoke, a cruel reminder of how harsh the water had felt upon impact when they’d fallen from the plane. Shaking himself, Argent took a single step closer to Aztec, determined to protect her no matter what they faced.

Packs wolves, he knew, were iffy. There was a possibility that he and his sister had stumbled upon an amiable group, welcoming to strangers….but there was also the change that the pack was territorial and domineering. The very thought made his hackles raise, though a moment later the burly brute forced himself to relax, not wishing to alarm his sister. His gaze scanned the horizon, searching for a hint of life, or a quick escape should the need arise.

”I believe our best bet, for now, is to stay put,” he murmured. ”Trying to leave will only lead us further into pack territory, and it might not be looked kindly upon.” Argent was silent then, debating upon calling for whoever it was who ruled these lands…but if he did so and the alpha was the unkind type, he would be leading misfortune straight to them. More than anything he wished he knew where he was so that he could gather his wits and lead his sister to safety. Not knowing was nearly agony.

TAG: Aztec Arche
WORDS: 422
NOTES: ^.^

[Arche]

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There had been so many things changing lately. He had a family, well, would have one soon. But not only that, but there were several other families in bloom within their pack as well. In fact, his best friend, Rikez, had already welcomed his family into the world. Four little coywolf pups that were not only a blessing to Rikez and Calantha, but also to Arche and the rest of the pack. Rumor had it that his brother, Jadir, was also expecting. He could feel his chest swell with pride and excitement for the new steps that his father's pack was so quickly taking. Not only that, but they would soon be claiming new territory and expanding their borders. But first, the interim alpha needed to do one last patrol. It would be useless and foolish to claim the territory to the north if their current territory was not secure and strong first.

He had left before the sun had even risen above the horizon, but already it was late in the day by the time he reached their western border. Although they claimed the protection of the ocean here, the border they somewhat shared with Kairos here always made him somewhat nervous. The enormous pack of giants had claimed so many territories lately, he feared that their eyes would turn upon their home and take it from them like they had Descai's and Valyn's. But so far, it seemed they did not have anything to worry about. That is, except the strange and new scents that wafted through the air and into Arche's nose. Strangers, inside of Airila borders. Immediately a low growl came to his throat, for he was feeling much more protective of his pack lately. His love, Harlot, was far into her pregnancy and he was not interested in putting her at any risk, especially for strangers that had waltzed right into their territory.

Then again, the only way into Airila to this point was straight through the center of the territory or from the ocean. Surely he would have caught their scents before now if they had traveled by land. Although the growl in his throat stopped as they finally came into sight, he was still stiff and wary as he approached them. His head was held high along with his tail as usual, but his green eyes were narrowed slightly as they stared suspiciously at the pair of wolves before him. It was clearly a male and a female, and from what he could see, they seemed fairly close. "Greetings, strangers. I am Arche, Alpha of Airlia, the pack who's borders you have crossed into." He said, alerting them of the fact that they were on pack territory if they were foolish enough to have not noticed. There was a guarded tone to his voice, but there was also a mild curiosity and a somewhat welcoming tinge to his words as always. He could not help it, it was part of who he was. They did not appear to be threatening, and clearly they had been afforded enough time to trespass further, and yet they had not. That must be a sign of some sort of promise here, right?

Words: 535
Tags: Argent, Aztec
Muse: Low
Notes: n/a

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[Aztec]

Aztec would lean briefly against Argents’ side at his words in regards not to panic, she knew so long as he was near it was alright. Such was the faith that she held in her brother. The weight of her frame shifted away from him as she finally relented and moved several feet away from him, an ear flickered in his direction to catch his assessment in remaining with a heartfelt sigh of relief. As much as she held a certain amount of excitement in this new adventure they found themselves on, she was still overwhelmed. The tranqs had kept her down and out for the count much longer then her brother, coupled with the tumble from the plane, the shattering of the crate, her decent back into darkness that, had her brother not been there, would have left her for fish food. She was more than exhausted, and the pain that she attempted to keep hidden by the sheer strength of her will still made itself known in the stiff way she moved.

With a subtle grown she would shake vigorously, letting the sand cascade from her coat seeking some small form of comfort and relief from the itching it and the crusting salt caused. She froze half way through the act as a scent touched her nose, a scent that was soon followed by a voice. Tensing instantly she returned to her brothers’ side, the clear ocean blue of that gaze coming to rest upon the new male who claimed to be the alpha of the pack that claimed this land. In was inevitable that she held herself proudly, though there was a certain demureness to her that was at odds with the bright curiosity that lit the steadiness of that gaze resting upon the strange alpha. She held still and quiet, allowing her brother to take the lead, though her mind as usual never paused. Arilia? What an unusual name, I wonder if he would be willing to tell us where we are? He seems…friendly…but honestly who can really say with an unknown wolf?

Despite this inner monolog, Aztec’s expression never once changed, patiently waiting for her brother.




Word Count: 366

Tag: Argent, Arche

Muse: x.x

Notes:

[Argent]

While Argent stood still and dripping, debating over whether to press forward into pack territory or simply wait, the decision was seemingly made for him. The wind shifted at that moment, bringing him the smell of a swiftly approaching brute just moments before a shape appeared on the horizon. He felt Aztec shift closer to him as she, too, spotted the male; Argent straightened, reminding himself that it was her he was protecting, no matter the costs. At last the stranger came to a halt before them, holding himself in a way that suggested that he was confident in the territory he walked upon, his eyes a glistening jade hue as he sized them up. And Argent did the same, letting his gaze curiously take in the features of the brute before respectfully dipping his head as the male spoke.

He introduced himself as Arche, Alpha of Airila, and Argent noted all of these things with a silent flick of his ear. Arche did not seem particularly threatening in that moment, but there was a carefulness to him that suggested that should Argent and Aztec prove to be problematic, he would not hesitate to defend his home. And rightfully so, Argent thought.

He was glad that Aztec had seemingly decided to remain silent. While he knew that his sister was capable of taking care of herself, she was also prone to recklessness, and the waterlogged duo could not exactly afford to infuriate the alpha of the territory they were cornered in. So it was that Argent cleared his throat, his voice rough when it at last flowed from his maw. ”Greetings, Arche. I am Argent, and this is my sister, Aztec.” He gestured to Aztec with a brief sweep of his muzzle before continuing, his tone level and nonthreatening despite the natural deep baritone of his voice. ”We apologize for trespassing. We…we are not from this area.”

He paused to gather his thoughts as the events of the last few days flickered through his mind, exhausting and overwhelming. ”We were captured several moons ago by the two-legged creatures called humans. They were in the middle of transporting us somewhere when their flying contraption crashed into the ocean off the shore of this island. My sister and I somehow managed to escape the crates they’d confined us in, and well…it is here that we wound up, just moments ago.” He was still unsure of so many things – why they’d been taken, where they’d been going – but the relief at their escape was obvious in his tone as he explained to the alpha who stood before him. ”We realized the territory was claimed just before you arrived, and did not wish to make it worse by trespassing further.” 

TAG: Aztec Arche
WORDS: 456
NOTES: Woop~

[Arche]

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Only an idiot would fail to see where these two wolves had come from. Obviously the smaller of the two sought protection from the larger male, but Arche could not see any threat from the two of them, especially since the male was smaller than he was. Not by much, but by enough. He let himself relax slightly as he listened to the male speak, nodding silently for a moment before looking down at the female and then back at the male. Aztec and Argent. They had come to Anikira like so many other wolves had, crashed at sea on a mission sent by the humans. He nodded again before sitting down and letting his tail rest lightly beside him. "You are on Anikira, a small continent off the coast of Africa. There are several packs that call this place home, but this place where you have landed is the territory of Airila." He said, looking over at the water and avoiding the sight of the island claimed by Kairos a short swim away.

"We are a friendly and peaceful pack that aims to help those in need and protect those that are unable to protect themselves. The pack was founded by my father, Toiro, who unfortunately has fallen ill." He said, avoiding the urge to look behind him at the center of the pack lands where his father was resting. Surely Jadir would be looking after him, but he had not seen Kujo or Swan in quite some time. He frowned slightly at the thought, but kept the words to himself as he focused back on the two wolves in front of him. "You are both welcome to stay within Airila until you are strong enough to continue on, if you wish. You are, however, welcome to stay if you choose, as well." He said, offering them a permanent home within Airila's ranks. Not only did they obviously pose no threat, but he could see only the exhaustion in their eyes and no lies or deceit there.

There were not only two strangers in front of him, but two siblings that needed the help of the most welcoming and peaceful pack on Anikira. They could provide help of their own in time, but for now he wished them only to rest and regain their strength. "A few of our hunters are out of commission for the season as they are carrying young. Aztec, perhaps you would take on a hunter position within our ranks? We are also expanding into new territory to the north soon and you may both take warrior positions to defend our new home if you wish. The choice is up to you, though I only ask that when you have rested and regained your strength that you protect our family and our home as your own as we will all do for you." He said, giving them the option to join Airila with whichever rank they chose based off of the ranks that needed more members. The expansion into Cryothia would be happening soon, and Arche would need all the support and help that he could get.

Words: 522
Tags: Aztec, Argent
Muse: Low
Notes: We can end this soon if you guys would like.

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[Aztec]

Twin soldiers twitched idly, dividing her attention between her brother and that of the Alpha as they spoke. She knew her brother well enough to know the minute expressions that few would catch, she knew he was uneasy, that he was in pain. Yet he still stood strong, Aztec couldn't help the sense of pride that flooded her. He truly was her Knight in Shining armour, in her eyes few wolves would ever be able to match him. So it wasn't surprising when she started to compare the alpha to her brother, a bit larger, but size often didn't matter in a battle. It was skill and knowledge that often won, but in order to gain an alpha position one had to have both those qualities, at least in her meager experience.

Even as she studied Arche, her mind was working despite the unusual silence of her tongue. She didn't miss how he avoided glancing toward an island that lay a short swim away as he glanced out at the waters, which only served to spark her curiosity. What is over there...I wonder? Still she did not have much time to linger on those thoughts as he continued speaking. Manners dictate that she give him her attention, so for once that's what she did, pushing her curiosity to the back of her mind. That thickly framed visage teeter ed upon its pedestal as the alpha kindly offered them refuge in order to recover from their ordeal, and even a step further he offered them a home within his pack. That oceanic gaze shifted to her brother briefly even as her name was uttered by the larger wolf. Again those unblinking eyes turned towards Arche, a flicker of her ears was given. It was a great opportunity, but would Argent think the same? Her silence was still maintained as the alpha offered Argent a place among their warriors.

A shift in her weight pressed her side ever so slightly against her brothers, a silent sign that she put her trust in whatever decision he would choose. Argent was the more diplomatic of the two of them after all.




Word Count: 365

Tag: Argent, Arche

Muse: ok

Notes: Tecs so quiet..eeks

[Argent]

Anikira. The name of the continent was foreign to Argent, but it was comforting to learn where he and his sister had washed ashore nonetheless. And the pack lands they’d found themselves in…Airila, it was called. He repeated this silently to himself, memorizing the name as he silently listened to the brute who stood before him speak. At the mention of Arche’s ill father, Argent’s head dipped in respect; he could not imagine the pain of seeing a parent sick or deteriorating. He and Aztec had been ripped from their parents sides, though they’d been far from pups when the traumatizing event had occurred, and it was a harsh reminder that stole the breath from Argent’s lungs. But still, he did not let the pain show, his gaze strong and considerate.

Surprisingly, Arche’s word took an unexpected turn, offering he and Aztec a place within Airila. Argent was momentarily amazed, his sea-hued eyes lingering upon the alpha long after he’d finished speaking, though eventually they flitted to Aztec, who was silent. It was unusual for her to be so very quiet, when usually his sister was fierce and noisy on her best of days, but Argent supposed she had just experienced a jarring fall from some odd flying contraption straight into the sea. Later he would speak with her about it, but for now…it was obvious Arche was awaiting an answer from the pair, and it was up to Argent to supply it.

”I thank you for both your information and your hospitality, Arche,” Argent said, his strong voice reaching across the distance between the two males. ”And…we would be glad to accept your offer, I believe. My sister and I are simply not suited for the lives of loners. It is fortunate that we found Airila immediately.” His smile was calm and kind as he glanced from Arche to Aztec and back once more. ”If I know my sister well, she would be happiest within the position of huntress. And I would be glad to defend Airila as a warrior, if you would have us.”

TAG: Aztec Arche
WORDS: 346
NOTES: ~

[Arche]

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It was clear that the female was not going to be talking at all today. He honestly could not blame her, for he knew that she had obviously been through an ordeal and she was likely frightened and exhausted from the crash and swim. But they were safe now, and Arche nodded silently as Argent thanked him for his hospitality. But the next words to come out of the other male's mouth made him smile and push himself up to his full height with a small wag of his tail. And…we would be glad to accept your offer, I believe. My sister and I are simply not suited for the lives of loners. It is fortunate that we found Airila immediately.” He nodded slightly and then turned in the direction of the northern territory that was yet to be claimed by them. "I am glad to have you both here. We will be expanding and claiming the icy tundra to the north within the next few days. You are both welcome to join the rest of our pack in the claiming if you are interested." He said, smiling at them both and finally turning back towards the center of the territory.

"You are more than welcome to explore or find a comfortable place to rest and regain your health and energy. This place is now your home and if you have any problems, please do not hesitate to come to me with them. Welcome to Airila." He said, throwing them another smile and then making his way deeper into the territory. He wanted to check on his family, his father, his brother, and Harlot. He had not seen her in a while and he was worried about her. What if something had happened? He frowned at the thought, but he could not get her out of his mind. He would make sure that she was alright and then he would visit his father. Perhaps later on he could meet up with Aztec and Argent again and get to know them better. But for now, he would let them rest in peace.

Words: 351
Tags: Aztec, Argent
Muse: Low
Notes: n/a

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