Odd Fellow [Open]

[tahki]

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[atrb=background,http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/585/mojitomiddle.png] The sun was coming up, the wind rolling across the browning grass, and somewhere there was a very confused wolf. Dawn bathed the area in warm light or as warm as it could get with the season setting in. A cold nip of air joined the rolling winds and rustled the shrubs that grew out from beneath a flat slab of stone. Seated firmly on the stone, was said confused wolf. He blinked his brightly colored eyes; his face set in a utterly befuddled expression as he scanned the area around him. This was certainly not like home. There were no marshes or water beneath his feet. There were no tall trees with their drooping branches and protective canopies. Where had he ended up this time? He was an experienced traveler. There was no mountain he hadn't scaled or forest trekked through. However, this landscape was drastically new to him. He muttered a curse out loud, wondering if the the river bend that went left would have been the right direction. As smart as he deemed himself, the older fur ball had his internal compass malfunction now and then. What did the locals call this? A prairie? The only thing he cared about was the urgent lack of rivers or lakes. His usual breakfast consisting of fish and amphibians looked like it would not happen today. Mojito rolled his shoulder with another annoyed mutter, letting his front legs give way so he could lay down on the stone and soak in the warmth it received from the sun. He should have been concerned about lying in the open or the more pressing matter, wandering around in another pack's land. He was far from the point of caring anymore. It was either his unstable mind taking hold or overconfidence in his ability to talk/fight his way out of a situation. There was no pack on the face of the earth he'd join unless their alpha was something of a respectable wolf. He could never submit to anyone weaker than himself. It was probably best the older wolf stayed alone. A pack might chew him apart for his thoughts on leadership and rules. Something caught his attention from his annoyance in being lost in this strange place. Something poked it's head above the dirt. Mojito's ears pricked forward; the rest of his body remaining utterly still. A prairie dog scanned the horizon before creeping out of it's hole. Several others followed after they were assured it was safe to come out. The tan wolf licked his chops, following them with intensely focused eyes. There was one thing to being out in this brown landscape; he blended in perfectly. The prairie dog who had left it's burrow first never saw what scared his family into retreating back underground. Mojito rushed forward, snapping his jaws over the poor thing's head and ending it quickly. He proceeded to toss the animal into the air, catching it, and doing it again until he had his fill of his strange little game. Depositing his catch on the ground, the odd little wolf stood over it; poking it with his paw. Another thing he had never seen before! He inclined his head back towards the prairie dog den, wondering what it looked like inside and how many more were in there. He was so curious about this, that he spent the entire morning digging up the burrow and catching whatever residents attempted to escape his curiosity. He finally plopped four more meals beside his original; absolutely covered in dirt and grass. Mojito let his tongue roll out of the corner of his mouth as he panted; a look of sheer pride on his face as he examined his work. What a great way to start his day.

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[akihra]

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[atrb=background,http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/3046/kiratablemid.png][atrb=width,450,true] As the alphess strode across the prairie, her wayward daughter at her side, she was greeted by the scent of an unfamiliar wolf. Akihra's nostrils flared angrily as she sought out the stranger, shooting a steel glare at her daughter. "Do not wander from me," she warned the young one coldly, not even waiting for the assuring nod from Sariya before she proceeded forward. The femme sunk into the grass, her only cover from the intruder. She was not going to take any chances in this wolf being dangerous to her daughter. "If I say anything to you warning you to leave, you best be out of here as fast as possible, do you understand?" she asked Sariya under her breath. She crept forward, searching for the invading wolf. What Akihra did not expect to find was a lone mexican brute, bathing in the sun on her territory. A growl rumbled quietly in her throat; these were not free lands, and she did not expect lone wolves to treat them as such. Sooner or later, she would have to give them the hint that there was no such thing as free in these parts, and that they best move on before they lost a limb. "You have some nerve entering pack lands without so much as announcing yourself," she called to the brute, anger evident in every word. "It is not wise etiquette to enter without approval, just as it is not wise to lay idle when there is a chance that injury may be the result." Her death glare clearly focused on the brute's neck, anxiously awaiting any response from the stranger as to why he felt the need to trespass on clearly marked territory. "I am Akihra, the Alphess of these parts. To what do I owe the dishonor of my lands being invaded?" she asked bluntly, the venom still seeping into her every word. Some may have believed that the femme was being too harsh on the brute. But after what the pack had experienced, it would be foolish for Akihra to take the trespassing lightly. Her daughter had already been put at risk by the trespassing germanic wolf, and she was not about to expose Sariya to the dangers of other unwanted, unwelcomed guests in the near future. These wolves needed to learn a lesson, and if it meant that she would have to beat a few strangers around in the process, so be it. I want a safe environment for her to grow, she reminded herself once more. Sariya needs to understand just how dangerous it is for these wolves to be wandering into our home lands. "You should be grateful that I did not attack on sight. There are many alphas that would have laid you to waste without a second thought," Akihra informed the brute with a growl. "So do not make my act of kindness go to waste. If you have no business here, I have to ask you to leave. I do not feel comfortable with strange wolves wandering within my borders without permission." Her posture reeked of dominance and aggression. This was something Sariya needed to understand was part of the job if she were to eventually take over the pack. Lessons needed to be taught each day, and this was the first in a long series to come. ((OOC: Sorry that she has to be so aggressive. That's just her nature to be overprotective.))

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Having been thoroughly scolded on the walk away from her new friend slash hostage, Sariya trailed silently behind her mother. She was careful not to get beneath Akihra's paws or disrupt her in any way; the little femme knew well enough not to disturb her mother when she was in a mood such as this. Almost instantaneously, the alpha female perked up and bristled; Sariya followed suit, the hair on the nape of her neck raising in alarm. There was something disturbing her mother, and she wanted to know what it was.

But almost as soon as she opened her mouth, Akihra snapped at her to not wander away and to leave upon her warning. The little eastern timber female nodded silently, her little paws scurrying behind her mother in an attempt not to be separated from her again. She was in enough trouble as it was, and she did not want to deal with any more problems.

Sariya was partially grateful for the opportunity to observe her mother in action. The femme had not been allowed to tag along often, and it was quite enlightening to her to see the alpha side of her mother. Sariya remained buried in the brush as Akihra confronted the strange male, and her little eyes followed the brute in awe; her mother was a lot more intimidating than Sariya had originally anticipated. Wow, I get to be like that some day, she thought, her mind reeling as she observed the dominant nature of her mother's posture. She simulated her mom's behavior as best she could, all while remaining silently in the brush, her eyes ever observant of her surroundings. I'm gonna be the best alpha ever, she thought, her chest puffing out in pride. There was no one that could stop her from rising to the top!

What the little female did not expect was how harsh her mother's words would be. Mom would kill someone? she thought, almost horrified. She needed to wrap her head around this. The femme fell back on her rear, her head cocked to the side in confusion. Never!

[tahki]

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[atrb=background,http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/585/mojitomiddle.png] Still covered in dirt, Mojito gnawed contently on one of the prairie dogs. The markings in this region were so faint he really couldn't understand why he should worry about encountering a pack. If they didn't bother with simple borders, why would they been on the lookout for intruders? He finished up the last of his first meal before beginning on his second; stomach finally happy to have a real meal rather than the field mice he had been catching lately. Jaws poised over his kill, he paused when a voice suddenly confronted him. A younger female was glaring at him some feet away; puffed up and so irritatingly arrogant. Mojito closed his mouth and gave her the most bored expression physically possible. Was this little puffball seriously trying to intimidate him? An ear flicked at the mention of her name and her title. And here he had been playing with the idea of the resident pack no longer hanging around in these areas. It was his luck that he'd run into one of them, much less their leader. The corners of his mouth twitched in annoyance but otherwise he stared at her rather emotionless still. She smelled like a mother. There was a pup scent that stained her fur. He blinked lazily and scanned the area. It was certainly a reason for her to be so angry; as if being an intruder wasn't playing with her nerves already. There was no pup in sight though. She was smart to at least hide the whelp. Mojito finally drew his odd colored eyes back to her. A disgruntled huff escaped his muzzle as he narrowed his eyes and showed the faintest bit of fang. "You are arrogant for a young female with no pack to back her up. Are you simply posturing for your pup?" He replied in a controlled voice, almost slightly amused as if he wasn't taking anything she said seriously. "My apologies that I don't roll belly up and cry for forgiveness, Akihra, was it?" Mojito was twice her age and with more experience than she could hold a candle to. He had seen wolves try to dominate others. There was no pack here to stand with her and if she had a pup hiding, it was another weakness he could exploit if she was really that desperate to drive him away. He was in no mood for a fight though. His posture remained comfortable but there was that sense of ball up energy in his legs just in case this female decided she didn't enjoy their conversation. "It's Mojito, girl. And what magnificent....pack...have I encroached on hmm?" He continued in a bored tone; his ever attentive eyes dancing over her as he watched. Mojito was a jerk and he enjoyed every moment he got to play the part.

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[akihra]

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[atrb=background,http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/3046/kiratablemid.png][atrb=width,450,true] This brute had some nerve to be challenging her position here with such blatant disregard for his location. How could he possibly know that there was no one to back her up? Indeed, Akihra had a handful of wolves easily at her disposal, but she would not alert him to this fact unless the situation turned ugly. "That is big talk for a loner intruding on lands with a pack. How could you know how many I command?" she sneered back at the brute. He was getting on her last nerve, and it would be worse if he would not back down. Zhen, Apollo, and Zeth were sure to be around here somewhere. All it would take was one howl to bring them to her aid. Akihra was not a helpless young alphess. She was furious that the brute would insinuate that she was. Her lip curled back in a snarl as her mismatched orbs focused on the mexican male. She had found nothing but trouble from these mexican wolves; it seemed like they were all bad news. Akihra was borderline considering banning the breed from her lands. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all. Terror wasn't bad, she had to remind herself, but then she remembered some of his fits. Even as a member of Haishin, he had been dangerous. Perhaps it was something genetic with these ones. "My pups have nothing to do with this," she retorted bluntly, her hackles raised. "This is purely about you intruding in Haishin's lands. I do not expect you to immediately throw yourself on your back in response to my appearance. However, I do expect you to act with dignity and explain why it is you dare impose on claimed territory. I will not hesitate to call the pack to drive you out if you cannot act with some form of restraint." Her lip curled back once more, revealing her sharp canines. The two were nearly completely even in size; the only thing this brute had over her was age. It was obvious that he had outlived her by quite some time, and she would not argue that that could be a potential issue. But Akihra had trained with the best. Damn it, she was the daughter of Ardemu; there was some of that rogue blood that ran through her veins that, as much as she denied it, determined how she responded in hostile situations. The femme's firey personality was not one to be smothered, and she would be sure that this brute knew who was boss. If not, she would call in the pack's muscle. She could certainly hold him off long enough for the males to arrive. "If you think I am without support, you are sorely mistaken," she spoke softly to the wolf. "Haishin is by far the strongest pack in Anikira. It would not be wise to challenge us, as we are a fierce bit of individuals." ((OOC: It's not wonderful, but for some reason I just don't have the muse for her that I normally do. We can pass Sariya too, since she's just observing this.))