Return to the Lands of Iron [Open]

[Stark]

Stark walked slowly along the banks of the rushing expanse of water. It had been an interesting few months wandering the ever shifting lands. From the belching fires of the volcano to the south to the newly added expanse of ice and snow in the north. Plus the multitude of lands that seemed to have sprung into existence between those places. The land had been on the move as had Stark. Once he had felt the shaking of the lands he had moved towards it ever curious to see what could have caused such a commotion. Apparently the land had up and decided to rearrange its living situation and had not deemed it necessary to warn certain living creatures of its decision.

Stark snorted in annoyance at the memories of the ash and heat of the volcanic lands to the south. It had been much less than pleasant to move through those areas. He had felt like he was going to have to drown himself just to get the twice damned ash smell from his fur. Hard to show ones colors and looks off when one looked like he had rolled in a lightening struck tree for a week. Never the less he had finally gotten the gray washed from his fur and was back to his normally shining and sparkling self. Of course not even apocalyptic events could damper his mind or wits. He had played more than a few games of hunter and hunter with packs as he had traveled. Never a problem for one as land smart as he was though.

Then there had been the frigid northern lands. Those had been more interesting for himself. So many amazing expanses of reflective surfaces. If he hadn't had such indomitable will power he may have been lost forever gazing at the reflections of such a fine example of wolf. But alas he had to leave those white struck lands and head back south. He had passed many new packs and the lands thrown into chaos because of the eruptions. Eventually he found himself back in what one may call his home. Since he had joined the pack Ultoris he had not been around to much. Meeting very few of his pack mates and generally keeping everything which was his amazing personality to himself. But he felt with his return it would be a good time to finally end his selfish need to keep to himself.

Each paw placed brought him further into the lands they lived in and each step made his stride stronger. His head raised proudly as he moved and watched the land around him carefully. Even in friendly territory his guard never dropped. After all it had been betrayal that had in time turned his own pack into casualties on the field of battle. His ears rotated swiftly picking out each noise and identifying it. His paws and eyes moved feeling the lands and letting him know his next step. Ever aware of all that was around him the proud warrior moved forward into the lands of Ultoris.

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Notes: None

[Captain]

It was one of his routine border patrols that the silver colored male picked up a scent that made his ears perked. It was the scent of a male and it was one he didn’t recognize. Instantly, the hair along his back stood on end and his head and tail were held higher than usual. Not wasting any time, he turned and made his way towards the source of the scent. He moved swiftly and carefully, his eyes never once leaving the path in front of him. As he moved, he couldn’t help but wonder who this male was. If it was just a male in the pack he had never met before or if it was an intruder. Surely, any intruder would have to be foolish to think they could get past both Captain and Severus but still, the beta wouldn’t brush off the possibility until he knew that it was indeed not the case.



It only took a few minutes before Captain spotted the lone male in the distance and though it was, indeed, a wolf he had never met before, he knew it wasn’t an intruder. The wolf was called Stark and the beta had heard many things about him ever since he joined the pack. He was the only male warrior the pack had so far and Captain was looking forward to getting to meet him. Moving closer to him, he stopped a few feet in front of him and dipped his head ever so slightly in a greeting. “Greetings, Stark,” he said in a friendly tone, “It’s nice to finally meet you,” he nodded before chuckling, “I was beginning to wonder if our paths would ever cross or I would forever be wondering who this warrior was that had joined our pack,” after that, he fell quiet, assuming the other male already knew who he was.

[Mythril]

From the shadows a figure nosed gently at a small browning bush. The gleam of pale moons narrow in thought. I am surprised...this should not really thrive in this climate, and yet... and so her thoughts continued and she moved along the lands with no real destination in mind. If someone happened to spot the ghostly figure they would think, given her appearance, that she was oblivious to her surroundings. Often times this was an inevitable fact with her but not today, today she wandered the territories of the pack she'd been drawn into. She had only crossed paths with Natasha, and of course Captain. Captain was the whole reason she had turned down Kiva's offer, and left the Othala pack to join Ultoris. Still a healer, just in a different land. Flanks expanded on a heavy sigh as she drifted almost soundless from one patch of plant life to another taking notes of its location and value. She took nothing this time around since this was merely a scouting mission. At least that's what's she kept telling herself, the truth was she felt ill at ease among groups of any creature. So long had she spent as a recluse, even when in human captivity she held herself apart.

It wasn't until a scent reached the quivering black tip of that muzzle did she visably refocus her attention to the surroundings. Cranium raised from the earth, those soldiers perched atop a lupine cranium stood at attention, while the bright sparkle of those eyes scanned the land. That unique scent was soon accompanied by a second scent, this one was by far the most familiar to her. Curiosity got the best of her and sent her forward until she could just barely make out the two figures. The faint sound of Captains voice raised in friendly greeting reached her tattered ear. She froze hesitant to approach, socialization was by far her weakest skill.

But even as the wind shifted she knew they would catch her scent and Captain would be disappointed in her if she disappeared. So one paw then asecond, third, fourth carried her slowly forward. The unconscious movements full of her typical grace. It was not grace born of a lady, instead it was a natural grace born from the desire not to allow a single motion to be wasted. The limp that at times when she was completely alone was very much pronounced, was now almost nonexistant. Even as she paused a good distance from the males she kept her left side concealed from view. A habit that would not soon be broken, shielding the savage scarring that left the twisted flesh of her shoulder and neck bared, never to be concealed by fur. Slowly raising a skull of snow and ice faintly dusted with shadow to a proud yet respectful level, a friendly almost lazy wag allowed that thick tail behind her to sway. Still those jaws did not part to release her voice, instead she held herself in silence, for to interrupt would be rude on her part. And manners had been one of the few lessons from pup-hood that she retained.

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Words: 545
Tags: Stark, Captain, Open
Notes: Just say'n hi.. lol
Muse: Epic

[Natasha]

The air was cool in the cave, though it was not nearly as cold as outside. The cave walls at least protected its inhabitants from most of the winds that blew across the lands outside. Sighing, the young female continued on her walk through the lands that Ultoris claimed. She was surprised by how many wolves had come to join their pack within such a short amount of time. Really, she hadn't even gotten the chance to meet many of them. In reality, she had only met one. Mythril. She was Captain's... friend? Natasha was sure that it would turn into more. But she was happy for the two of them. Captain was like a brother to her, and when he was happy, she couldn't help but to feel at least a little bit of happiness as well. While she may not feel as much happiness as he did, she would feel happy for him. She hoped to find love like that one day, but she wasn't even sure if she was capable of feeling love like that. In all honesty, she really just expected to carry a male's pups so that Ultoris would be able to have some sort of future generation. The thought made the female sigh again, and she then took a deep breath. A scent filled her nostrils, and she lifted her head to look in the direction that it came from. It was a new scent, but one she recognized. The scent was that of a female, and Natasha picked up her pace, trotting towards her.

She came up from behind the female, sure to make enough noise that she would hear her coming before she got close enough to startle her. Natasha noticed the two males congregated not too far away as she came up beside Myth. Giving her a small smile, she gently moved to tap her nose on the other female's shoulder before turning her attention back to the males. She trotted closer to them before slowing to a walk... More like a strut... "Dear males... How rude you are to ignore such a lovely female that stands so close to you." She said, sitting near them and glancing back at Myth with bright blue eyes. "With ghostly white fur and golden eyes... Isn't she lovely, you two? Surely you think she's lovely." She said, smiling at Myth before looking at Captain, her words mainly aimed at him before she looked at the other male. Myth hadn't been here long -Natasha could tell because her scent was extremely fresh- so Natasha knew that the males had not been ignoring her. Large ears flicked forward towards the other male that Captain had been talking to. She had no problem with interrupting their conversation. "And you are?"

[Severus]

Once again, activity had picked up in the cave system. It was filled with many new scents as opposed to the very few it use to be composed of. Though as of recently, it seemed as if though Severus didn’t have any time that he could set aside from himself, he was glad that their numbers were growing. Not only was it just the fact that they were going that was good in general since bigger is almost always better, it was also good because word had had it that Goliath had left Kairos, causing his son Typhon to take over. Due to Kairos’s change of hands, Severus wasn’t sure if their alliance was still in place, so numbers is what Ultoris needed just in case the alliance was to be severed. He had been meaning to make the grand travel to Acerbus to try and meet the new alpha to work out any details that needed to be done so, but he hadn’t gotten the chance yet, but he planned on doing so as soon as he got the chance to.

Severus has just returned from refreshing the border markers when four pungent scents entered his nostrils. Three of them were familiar to him but one of them was not. The three scents belonged to no other than Stark, Captain, and Natasha. All three of them had joined at the starting of the boom in Ultoris’s population, but Severus hadn’t really gotten a chance to communicate with any of them since he had been accepting more members, so this would be a nice opportunity for him to catch up with all of them now that he was able to take a breather. There was also that unknown scent that was mingled in with the other three scents. Though with the already multiple scents, Severus was able to tell that this foreign scent belonged to a female. The fact that the stranger’s scent was intermingled with three of his own made him feel a bit more at east since it was unlikely that this she wolf was a threat. He was still the alpha though so it was his duty to go find out what all was going on.

The scents took Severus to the heart of Aleru where the stream that ran through this land was the most prominent. As the gushing of the stream’s water grew louder, so did the voices of the wolves that he was seeking out. By the time he had arrived to the exact area where everyone was congregated, the wolf that was talking was Natasha.

"Dear males... How rude you are to ignore such a lovely female that stands so close to you. With ghostly white fur and golden eyes... Isn't she lovely, you two? Surely you think she's lovely,” Natasha spoke, obviously to Stark and Captain. “She must be talking about the she wolf,” Severus thought to himself. So Natasha knew this stranger and by the way she was speaking of her and how Natasha had placed herself right beside her, Natasha seemed to be friends with the stranger. This made whatever worries Severus had previously had about what might be going on fade away.

“Stark, Captain, Natasha, it is nice to see you all again. How have you all been,” he asked the trio. Severus then turned his gaze to the she wolf he had yet to meet. She was pure white like the snow and was smaller than himself. “I am Severus, the alpha of Ultoris, and who might you be,” he asked the she wolf in a friendly tone.

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Words: 600
Tags: Stark Captain Mythril Natasha
Notes: Sorry for the wait but he he is!
Muse: Decent