Lost In A Sea Of Disdain [Xinelil/Wrath]

[Uruviel]

The arctic brute, his head swimming with both the stress of his pack and the confusion of his own being, slowed to a gentle pace. Xinelil planned to take his searching time as a bit of a break. He was sick of the stress that accompanied this; how had he deluded himself into believing he was strong enough? My family was right. I was never meant for pack life, yet I seized it head first and tried to run my own pack. He hated himself for it. There was no way he could have imagined it would turn out like this. Everything seemed to go wrong for the brute, especially when it came to his pack members. Although he had managed to keep his cool around Kadhi, Jay, and Syren, he was swamped. Some things just indicated that a wolf was not cut out for the job. He had taken the hint; this was not his calling. And yet, how could he give up? The pack needed him to lead them, and he would be disappointing them if he were to walk away. There had to be some other way to figure this out.

So fate had willed it this way. There had to be a way out. Syren, Jay, Kadhi, Meikou, Shay, Kuna, the names ran through his head. Xinelil could not come up with an answer. And suddenly, it hit him. Sure, I can walk away. I'll just leave this all behind... Run back to Mom and Dad. They were right after all. He grinned sheepishly; it was horrible that he had deluded himself into this miserable scheme. I can just hand the pack over to someone. Yes... That is what I'll do. If I sound distressed enough, they'll realize that this never was my calling, that I was never meant to lead. It did not take him long to figure out who to leave in charge. Jay was too young, Shay was too reckless, Kadhi did not have enough sense about him. Kuna was dependable, but she was also not known well enough to be trusted. The only name that really stuck with him was Meikou.

"Aldgar Pack, I am ashamed and saddened that I must leave you in this way. It is my last dying wish that you should be left with a fit leader. And so, Meikou, I leave the pack to you. May you lead it well, and never lose faith in yourself. Good bye, my beloved friends."

It nearly brought tears to the brute's eyes. Sounds like a last will and testament, he thought bitterly. It was not as if he were taking his last breath. Moreover, he was a coward. Shameful, weak, pitiful, and spineless. What else could describe him? There was not a single word in the brute's head that could be considered kind. He was a disgrace. And yet, he knew that this would be the best thing for the pack, especially considering the circumstances. Meikou would make a fitting alphess, and he had faith in her. Now, it was time for him to return home...

[wrath]

(Play it out a bit. D= I don't want this to end in like only one or two posts. ;-; Unless you just want it to end. u.u *shrugs*)

Wrath had been traveling for quite some time. The steam she had to blow was immense and would take even more time and actions to be completely rid of it all. Growling to her self, Wrath would indulge the world around her with a few well chosen words of those she had met here upon Anikira. In truth, the only ones she had harbored no true ill will toward were Sloth, Tre, and Zen. All the others could rot in hell for all she cared. Joining the Knaves had been an obvious mistake; she realized that now. They all cared nothing of one another, but more so of what the group could profit from the members. However, in Wrath’s case, no one had given her a chance to prove herself. To show them what all exactly she could do. She was stronger than any though. Her bite force was powerful, just as her legs could carry her far, long, and hard without quickly tiring. Stamina was in good check. The only true thing lacking was size. “Size is not always what maters most!” She snarled and lashed out at a passing hare that darted out before her.

In a matter of seconds, it lay limp between her jowls. Dropping it, Wrath looked down upon it with no guilt. Slowly, her expression turned from disgusted to ferocious and wild. Her cranium snapped down and teeth dug into the grey fur of the little creature. Forcefully, she ripped back and tore off skin. Repeating the action again and again and again, the red she wolf had depleted the little hare to nothing more than a large pile of shredded fur, meat, fat, and bone. Wrath was not hungry, but she ate a small fill. The running had burned a good deal of the meal she had had earlier. For a sweet treat, she allowed herself time to suck the marrow from the bone. Graciously lapping it out of a leg, she grinned. Her muzzle was covered in blood, as well as her chest, paws, and brow. It was a good snack indeed.

Suddenly a howl met her ears. Looking up suddenly, Wrath went rigid. So, she was in another’s territory. Though, he had just given it over to another, more worthy pack member. Slowly, a plan began to form within the labyrinth that was called Wrath’s mind. Rising to her paws, the she devil stalked through the forest until her prize met her eyes. She hid her small bulk behind a large tree and peered around sizing the brute up. He was a handsome brute, around a year older than her. Surprised, Wrath noted how the brute was only around two inches her taller. It was no often she found others around her same height. Smirking, the devil licked her lips. He doesn’t look too hard to take out… If I took the carcass of a dead Alpha to Ardemu, there is no way in any sane mind that he can refuse the power I have. No longer will those baboons be able to call me weak, or cowardice. How many of them would willingly take on an Alpha. Although I have to admit, it will not be as glamorous as it could have been. I am alone, so is he. Now if I were facing his pack as well, I could have more to the story to tell. A silent snarl of aggravation crossed her muzzle. I could brag to that bastard of how I killed an entire pack myself. No longer would he be the only one to do so. He could no longer show me up with that one.

All the while, the smile upon Wrath’s muzzle grew larger with a malevolent smile. Stepping out into the clear, Wrath smile at the lone brute. “My, my, look here at what I’ve found. An Alpha who no longer is capable of keeping up with his pack duties. So, is it really your dying wishes?” Wrath asked, unable to hide the raw emotion of delight from her expression. Slowly, and cautiously, she circled Xinelil studying his frame figuring out his strength and weaknesses. She could not lose this fight. To do so would mean the death of her. Wrath would never be able to face the other Knaves, or anyone with evil intentions again. She would forever be considered weak and a shrimp. The name echoed in her mind causing her anger to suddenly flare up. Her hackles rose and her jaws parted in a vicious growl snarl. Eyes dangerously flashed at Xin. She was coming up on his right side. Without warning, the femme gave a sudden lunge, going for his throat from the side, or at least to knock him off his feet. Surprise was with her, though, no doubt the brute would have been on guard from the mere arrival of the femme.

I will win.