It was late afternoon as she awoke, stretching her long spine and sleek muscles, the fur of her back bristling. "This will be a fine night." Nur-Rama thought to herself, and took of at a long, loping trot though the forest. The scents on the air were of leaves, and fresh dirt, bark, and wilderness. There was a wild, yet serene appeal to this place, she enjoyed it. The freedom that it held for this pariah.
But there were matters to attend to "I need to hunt, to keep up my strength if I am to remain in this land, to fight for it." Her sharp ears, were in tune to every sound made, and she held her nose low, as she scented out a young hare "You'll not be returning to your hole this night," as she crouched behind the bushes. The hare raised itself, ears and eyes alert. It knew something was not right, but it could not see, the danger crouching in the shrubs, peering through the foliage, watching with an intent to murder. Nur-Rama, poised to strike, inched ever closer to the startled animal, that was not nearly aware enough to save its own life. When suddenly her paw snapped a twig on the forest floor, having been so focused on the hare, her inexperience in hunting showed itself yet again, by causing her to not judge the placement of her paws. The hare fled for its life, with Nur-Rama giving chase, her long tail allowing her to weave and turn, matching the fleet movements of the hare as it ran.
Nur-Rama gained ground, pushing her muscles to spring and coil as fast as they could, so that her meal would not escape her. Then suddenly, the hare weaved round a corner, and tried to spring forward, Nur-Rama turned with it, reached out a paw, and struck at the legs of the fleeing creature. The hare tripped and rolled out of the forest and into a large clearing. Without hesitation the young wolf rushed to her victim and sank her sharp teeth into its back. The chase was done, but before the wolf could strip the fur of the hare to start her meal, she became aware of her location.
She looked around, and what lay before her was the most stunning lake she had ever seen, the water, clear, and bright, and shimmering with the setting sun. "This land, this Oriens, is a paradise within itself, I would do well to make my home here. Only here."
Having forgotten the rabbit for a brief moment, Nur-Rama paced forward, the lush, cool grass tickling the pads of her paws. She crept closer, lowered her muzzle, and tasted the water. It was cool, and sweet, and made her realize just how thirsty she was. The young wolf took a long, deep drink, and then raised her head up high, and let out a long, lovely, singing howl that rang with her freedom and contentment in this place. A single bead of liquid dripped from her lips as her song concluded, and dropped into the water below, rippling pink, and gray in the sunset.
"I will find a way to make this land my own." The young female vowed to herself,"And I dare anyone to come here and stop me." Nur-Rama then returned to her hard earned meal, picked it up, brought it to the waters edge. She sank her teeth into it and tore a portion of fur away, casting it on the wind, a sign that her feast had begun.
Tharamon watched the sun as it slowly dipped toward the horizon. He had been searching for months and had nothing to show for it. If anything his pack had completely disappeared off the face of the planet. The male growled deep in his throat. He had heard many tales of wolves suddenly appearing on Anikira, but he had heard none of them leaving the island. As far as he knew, it simply wasn't done. No one wanted to leave, first, and then there was the fact that very few actually knew how to get back to wherever they came from. The growl deep in his barrel turned into something a little more sinister. Cowards, they were, and he would find them if it killed him.
The one time alpha kneaded the dirt under his feet with sharp claws. It was the only movement besides breathing and blinking he had done in what felt like hours. The earth was soft, a testament to the location. A beautiful lake, arguably the most beautiful on the island, lay calm a scant few lengths from the wolf. Slowly, he brought his gaze down to it. The water was crisp, cool, and usually tasted fresh. For a moment, the male found himself wondering why these lands weren't claimed. Then he remembered, there were few wolves on Anikira that had the ability to start a pack. He should've been one of them, but the male was too busy hunting down the wayward members of his last pack to start a new one. When his task was finished, however...
Well, the idea had potential. However, he wouldn't want to start a pack here. His home was in the north, and if rumor proved true, a new female had made her claim there. He believed it was the fae Sapphire, a she-wolf he had met a few weeks earlier. She was nice enough, as far as potential alphesses go. That's not entirely true. Tharamon couldn't raise a paw against that little she-wolf. She wasn't innocent, per say, simply untouchable. It irked him in ways he didn't know he could be irked. Suddenly the fear-scent of prey reached the wolf's nostrils, pulling him away from those thoughts. Tharamon rose to all four paws as his gaze traveled upwind.
There, coming out of the brush, a hare was chased by a she-wolf. With the ease of practice, the male pegged her age to be two but only a season from three years. Tharamon was content to watch the end of her hunt. Brow raised as she appeared to completely forget her meal. Then again, perhaps she was just thirsty. For some reason, the male doubted it. Slowly, he stretched, yawning to show just how much of a threat he pictured the young stranger to be. After a moment, he softly padded around the shore. He didn't have far to go. With a half grin, the male snatched the bit of fur out of the air as the wind caught it. He dropped it, aiming for the tip of the she-wolf's nose.
"Didn't your mother teach you not to play with your food?" he asked casually. His tone was that of mild interest, though slightly haughty. Aparently, he would never be able to completely erase the alpha within. This was made obvious by the natural set of his head and tail, towering above the stranger. It didn't make him appear any less friendly, exactly, just...cocky. It was a rare occurrence that Tharamon didn't get what he wanted, but he tried not to boast about such things. A slight grin played with the edges of his maw. He really was trying to be friendly. A nice chat would do well for his current mood. Or at least...he thought it would.
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Nur-Rama was startled, she didn't like to be startled, ever. To be startled was to be unaware until it is to late, and that is to show weakness. One should never show weakness, that much she knew, and therefor this stranger had made a fool of her.
Nur-Rama got to her feet, intending to lunge, until she realized just how much larger this wolf was than herself. Only a fool would provoke one so much larger than their-self having made no real plan of action, any yet she couldn't help but be driven to react with some sort of aggression. She bristled, every strand of fur on her back on end, her tail carried high, and her ears back. A small growl left her throat. If he thought himself about to intimidate her away from her meal, her land, he was wrong.
But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a certain amount of intrigue toward the male. Past the cocky smirk on his muzzle, you could see the maturity, the strange alluring nobility, about him. He carried himself as if he were the ruler of every territory in the world, as if he had some sort of purpose higher than the simple 'lead a pack' mentality that drove most wolves to do what they do.
She was curious.
However his intrusion on her, her kill, and her space could not be ignored, and the small growl she released was certainly not going to cover the level of cocky disrespect she was receiving, and so she raised her head, looked into the eyes of the large male, and spoke "Who dares to intrude on my solitude, and speak to me of my mother, as if I am not your equal?"
Words;; 300 even Mood;; Teetering on feral and curious Tags;; Moony's Tharamon Other;; Nuthinz
The youngster had some sass. Tharamon couldn't help himself. He sat down hard on his rump laughed. Rarely did someone with so little experience and so obviously inferior in physical prowess challenge him like that. It brought a mirth he had not felt in almost a year. His peal of laughter ebbed and flowed with genuine humor, something the male rarely, if ever felt. He enjoyed it, enjoyed listening to his own chuckle in his audits. In typical alpha style, it completely escaped his notice that she was truly upset by his presence. Tharamon believed himself one step below a god, thus her challenge went completely unheeded.
When his laughter finally ebbed into the void, the male took a very deep breath. Even though he was in a bad mood, he liked the way she had reacted, though he would've preferred something a little less hostile. Still, her response had gained his attention, and he was unlikely to become distracted. Finally, he responded. "Why, I do, little one," Tharamon said, not intending to be condescending. Forgetting, once again, that he held claim over nothing in these lands, the dominant wolf pondered keeping the little she-wolf around. She would be entertaining, if nothing else. After a moment, he considered giving his name, but thought better of it. Let her wonder... he thought.
"And don't be coy," he continued. "You are not my equal." The male made no move toward her kill or in a hostile fashion of any kind. There was no need for a fight here. Especially one that Tharamon would be hard pressed to lose. He had no desire to hurt the little fae that had wondered into these unclaimed lands. He did, however, raise a brow. For her to believe herself his better...he couldn't fathom the thought. She was ignorant, if that were the case. He took a very close look. Based on what he saw, it was hard to believe she thought herself his equal. In personality, possibly; in physical ability, not even close. Great dome rose and cocked to the side, daring her to force him into a more dominant behavior. "Don't tempt me, little one. You won't win."
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Nur-Rama thought as she stared at the brute before her. Never before had she found herself in a situation like this one. So often she was met with the threat of domination, of humiliation, that she almost never found herself interested in talking like this. She heard his words, threatening, but all still demanding the respect of someone with a higher calling. She trembled. The feeling was new, it stirred something unknown, something she was wanting for, but she didn't know what. Just the same, the feeling was a welcome one.
"I suppose I wont risk my own life trying to drive him out. He may be a brute, but he's far more interesting than the fools I'm normally left to deal with." The young female thought back to her older litter-mates, the fools that could not stand against the assault of a runt. Of someone who probably shouldn't even be alive, runts don't survive, runts are weak, runts, are meant to surrender.
Nur-Rama was a runt, but she damn sure wasn't a submissive one.
"How are you so sure I would not win? I am a runt, there is no denying that, but Ive held my own in a fight," Nur-Rama smirked as she spoke, her bravado rising in the face of the male who was so determined to mock her, to make her lose her will. She wanted to make sure that even if he thought himself more dominant, she refused to be intimidated, she would not show this brute, or any other her fear, "and even if I were to lose in a fight against you, it will not be because I chose to surrender,"
Nur-Rama backed a slight distance away and sat before the large, rugged male, and held her head down and her eyes closed, breathing in the scents that clung to his pelt, as she finished her speech not with dominance, but conviction,
"I am Nur-Rama, and I am on a conquest to rule this territory. I will never back down, I will never surrender, and I will never show fear." The young female then looked up, and cocked her head with curiosity at the brute.
Yes, Tharamon wanted to keep her. Without comment, he listened to her speech. She wasn't openly hostile, per say, but he could definitely take her tone as disrespectful. Suddenly, he remembered where he was and how much power he truly held. By wolf law, he could throw her on her back and force her to submit to his more dominant nature. The question was, did he want to? Yes and no. As would any wolf that had been in his paw steps, Tharamon had the extreme desire to knock the little she-wolf on her rump just to prove a point. It would be easy if he did it quickly. A simple matter of lunging forward and shoving his nose under her flank.
In a moment, the male took flight. He traversed the space between them in less than a heartbeat. Quickly, with the ease of long practice, Tharamon placed his snout between the fae's leg and belly and shoved, putting all the force he could behind it. If nothing else, it would bruise. However, with the force and trajectory of said force behind the movement, it should knock the younger wolf on her back. The amount of time that had passed was almost nonexistent. He hadn't missed the tidbit of respect she had given at the very end of her address. If she hadn't given even that, she might have fared worse. As it was, Tharamon placed his forepaws on either side of the she-wolf's shoulders and stared down at her with a detached air.
Slowly, Tharamon lowered his maw until it hovered right next to the she-wolf's ear. He paid absolutely no heed to anything the she-wolf might be doing, fairly certain he had her undivided attention and had no reason to fear the claws on her back legs. For some reason, he highly doubted she would be fool enough to retaliate. Especially with his exhibition of raw power. "You will surrender everything to me, Nur-Rama," he commanded, allowing her name to drip off his lips. Females had swooned for less in the past. Somehow, she had impressed him, or he would not being going to such pains to ensure her submission. He liked the fire he had seen in her eyes as she spoke.
After a moment, he pulled his great dome back up to stare into her eyes. He was unsure what she would find there, as he hadn't had the occasion to be so demanding since the gypsies had taken over his home. Still, his gaze was distant, though very intent on the she-wolf below him. He would have her submission if it killed him. It had become a question of pride, and Tharamon had never been bested. Deliberately, he kept his name a secret. Doing so would force the she-wolf to come up with her own calling for him, and after "Great One", he was curious to hear what else she could come up with. She had stroked his ego once, and frankly, he wanted more of it.
words;; not many tags;; Rozy's Nur-Rama mood;; =D notes;; I can't believe I posted as Alanna. >.> grr. and you did say I could power play. =D
Feeling the breath of the male in her ear as he spoke, had her shivering with excitement, and rage, and that... unknown feeling. She wished she had an understanding of it. That odd need that was driving her to provoke this brute. She trembled, with every strand of her fur on end, and she listened to the low thunder in his voice demanding her to surrender.
Surrender everything.
"How did he get me like this?" She wondered as the reality of this situation dawned on her. Her inner rear leg had a small but still apparent pain in it. Her legs were held tight to her belly-
Her belly?
The brute had her on her back, exposing herself in the ultimate form of submission.
"I will NOT submit!"
He was big, and strong, was a skilled fighter,and had a purpose, a determination worthy of her respect, but to give it freely would be impossible for the young female. It simply was not in her nature. The fire in her eyes burned ever brighter, and she knew what she would do. She'd not let him quell her so easily, as he must be used to with the other females, no, she would prove herself different. Superior to any she-wolf he had ever met before.
With that the young female quickly rolled over and slipped easily from beneath the large male. She made a point of thumping her tail against his muzzle as she sped out from under him. She ran about 12 feet away from him, and in the loudest, haughtiest, most provoking voice called back to him;
"It will take a lot more than tumbling me onto my back for you to become my Master. You'll not have my submission so easily Great One."
And with that, she turned, and fled for the edges of the forest, as fast as her legs could carry her.
Tharamon allowed the fae to get out from under him. He would've been disappointed if she gave in that easily. However, it shouldn't take him more than once or twice to put her in her place. If it did, then there were going to be issues he doubted he could solve without drawing at least a little blood, and he didn't particularly want to hurt her. He really didn't want to lose his temper. That was what he had done with his old pack, and they were still on the receiving end of his anger, almost a year later. Frankly, Tharamon held a grudge that would rarely let any party rest, including himself.
So, instead of allowing the female to piss him off, as she was clearly trying to do, the male grinned and licked the side of his maw where her tail had slapped. It had stung, but only slightly. Such minor pain was nothing the one time alpha couldn't handle. A little bit of fight made things more fun. He let her take off and rolled his shoulders. "If a master is what you want, little one, a master I will give you..." he said, only just loud enough for her to hear. The male stretched and launched himself after the fleeing female. He would have her and she would never mock his power again. Of that, he was certain. At least, she would never mock his power with any form of sincerity.
If he judged her character right, she wanted to submit, but no male had shown her this fact. That was fine. Tharamon had no qualms in being that male. She may be less than half his age, but she was old enough to become pregnant. A thought crossed the male's consciousness. If he made her submit, would she lose her will to fight? Probably not. Such things did not happen regularly. Still, there was a chance... Tharamon shook his head. He highly doubted she would be that type. No, he would catch her, force her to the ground before him and acknowledge him as the owner of the rest of her life and she would, more than likely, never submit to anyone ever again. If that didn't stroke Tharamon's ego, nothing would.
He put on a sudden burst of speed and shoved against the ground as hard as possible with his hind legs. When it came down to it, he had more power in his limbs than she did. The male closed his jaws around the nape of the younger wolf's neck as he landed. Careful not to bite hard enough to rip skin, Tharamon yanked his head to the side, effectively pulling the female off her feet. She was small enough, it was possible. Without giving her a moment's breath, he moved his jaws to her throat and placed a paw on her chest. He had her on her back again. It was unoriginal but the most submissive position a wolf could take. Her life was literally in his jaws, something he reminded her of in his gaze as it sought her eyes and his teeth as he slowly cut off her wind pipe.
words;; not many... tags;; Rozy's Nur-Rama mood;; not happy. =D notes;; I hate power playing like this... =]
Feeling the sharp rows of teeth clamped like a vice round her throat, pressing deeper and deeper into her as her captor held her in his jaws. Each one of his teeth like a thorn, ready to break her skin and kill her with just a touch more pressure. Nur-Rama was stunned, even when she fought off the male from her old pack, she'd never, ever been taken this way. She'd never had her life in the jaws of another, and been unable, no- unwilling to fight back.
If she lost her life right here, right now, she would be losing it to one greater than herself. She'd be losing it to nothing short of God.
She gasped.
Intrigued by this thought, Nur-Rama's eyes burned brighter, as she let her mind wander. She had long believed that there was no wolf in existence worthy of her respect, no male had ever proven himself more dominant, and Nur-Rama would never offer any female her submission. There was no female superior to her, and Nur-Rama killed the only flesh and blood that had a hope of being her rival, her eldest sister. Then again, it was nothing short of what her sibling deserved, it was about more than dominance, it was a matter of self worth, and the young female was not to be made worthless, not by anyone.
Which is why the tests are so necessary, though she never intended to lose control of it to him. Him or anyone else. A superior creature does not waste their time on those inferior to them. A leader does not lose their control as they deal with lesser animals. A leader demands respect at all times, from all creatures, and swift justice is what those who dishonor a leader are met with.
Which is how she found herself in the jaws of this brute.
He was a leader.
He was her leader.
She toyed with that thought. What would it be like, she wondered, to roam the forests with a creature like this male? What would it be like, to follow in his paw prints? To watch him kill the most fearsome prey? To aid him in his endeavors in this new and exciting land? There was no creature in this whole forest that could match him. Not in this place, not at this time, not at any time before or after now.
Tharamon felt the exact moment she relaxed. Both in the way she breathed and the sudden lack of solidity in the muscles beneath his jaws. If he had been unable to control his jaws, the sudden change in resistance may have ended her life. Luckily, for both of them, Tharamon was in perfect control of his body, not even able to remember the last time he had completely lost control of himself. Still, even after he heard her words, he held on, not tightening his maw but not even beginning to loosen up either. She was his, and he was going to make sure she remembered the lesson.
Finally, after a pause he deemed long enough, Tharamon gently let go. Slowly, he stood up, letting every inch of his masculine frame fill out to it's highest and broadest. Still, he wasn't completely certain he believed the two little words that came from the she-wolf's maw. He had the urge to test her just a little farther. After all, she is the one who said it first. A very smug grin came over his features as he looked down. In that one simple look, he made his cockiness more than obvious. After a moment, he spoke. "Who am I?" he asked, almost amused. Her acceptance of his dominance meant several things. First and foremost, he was bound to her the same way she was bound to him.
He would protect her, feed her, lead her on a path that would never let her go astray, and in return she would do everything in her power to keep him happy. It was a beautiful relationship, when everything was said and done. However, it would not be easy. Tharamon was very strict at the best of times and almost cruel at his worst. Still, the female beneath him had nothing to fear, provided she never stepped too far out of line. He would expect small battles of will between them and to have to knock her on her rear end more than once, possibly several times in a single month, but after tonight, if she did anything truly drastic, the male would be very surprised. With all of this in mind, Tharamon stared down at his conquest, daring her to answer unsatisfactorily.
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Nur-Rama felt the pressure her throat from the jaws of her alpha as he released. She didn't rise, and though she was tempted to turn herself and get out of this position, she well knew that his release of her did not give her permission to move. He wanted her submission, thats why he held her there, and she had no interest in provoking him to wrath. This was her second warning, she'd do well to heed it. Besides, she had already told him that she would submit, she'd look like a liar if she made a point of moving to quickly.
Just the same however she did take a deep breath, thankful for the chance to fill her lungs easily. He hadn't tried to crush the life from her, but he'd gotten his point across, and his jaws were very strong. It spoke to his control that he hadn't killed her by mistake, a wolf his size that didn't know its own power surely would have. Nur-Rama watched as her superior hovered above her, his solid muscular frame and heavy coat making him look larger than any wolf. Her sharp ears twitching as the thunder that was his voice asked her a question so full of meaning she was nearly at a loss for how to answer it.
"Who was he?"
Three little words full of innuendo and connotation. Despite the cocky expression he had on his faced as he lorded himself over her, Nur-Rama knew he was asking her a very serious question, and a sarcastic answer would only put her back on the receiving end of his force. She let the words turn in her mind as she thought of how to respond. The young female knew that she was entering into a relationship she would not be able to turn back from, as it was not the sort of bond that pack mates have with each other. Not even subordinates to their alphas. Despite her inexperience with the social structure of a functioning pack she knew that an unhappy subordinate was more than free to break away from its alpha in a normal and functional group. It is technically treason, but if it can get away there is no stopping it.
But that was not the case with her alpha.
There would be no backing away from this relationship, should she become discontented. There was no place she'd be safe should she choose to defy him, and whats more it would be nearly impossible to escape him in the first place.
What had happened on this dark night was more than just a pairing of two loners in the woods. It was a claim on life. The young female was to be his to her dying breath. The young female's right to live as solely she chose, to kill, even to mate was no longer her decision. She would be hard pressed to truly defy his will, though she wasn't tame by any means, and there would certainly be conflict between the two. However he had the final say, his authority would never be questioned again.
She will forever answer to him.
Though that was a heavy price to be paid, there was still much to be gained. She was still young, and she had a great deal to learn in order to achieve her ultimate goal. There was a great deal to be gained from staying by his side, and there was much he could teach her, having lived longer and experienced more. As it was, she would never be able to achieve her ultimate desire alone anyway, she would require aid, fellow wolves with a conquest similar to her own, a drive for something.
With all that in mind, Nur-Rama had her answer for the question her Master had asked.
"You... are everything."
Words;; Um, a bunch! Mood;; An awe-filled submission Tags;; Tharamon Other;; Mental transitions are wordy!
Last Edit: Nov 22, 2011 10:18:53 GMT -5 by rozalyn
Tharamon happily looked looked down at the younger wolf. Technically speaking, her answer hadn't been what he expected or particularly wanted. Still, it pleased him beyond belief. In fact, there was a possibility he liked that more than what he wanted to hear. For a moment, he stayed silent. Let her think I was not pleased with her answer... he thought wickedly. It brought him some sort of satisfaction. As he waited, he allowed his gaze to roam over what of her physique he could see. If he allowed himself, a slight smile would've come over his face. She was young, full of life, full of fight. She wouldn't be using that fight against him again.
Slowly, he lowered his crown to have it hover next to the she-wolf's ear again. "Good girl..." he whispered. Gently, his tongue rasped against her cheek. He held still for a moment, perfectly happy to bask in the glow of his own dominance. Frankly, it felt good, and he liked it. Suddenly, as quickly as he had thrown her down, Tharamon pulled his bulk off of her, though his gaze did not. For her benefit, the male allowed a slight smile to cover his face. Majestically, Tharamon pulled his carcass up to it's full height. Habit forced tail and head as high as they would go as well as the depth of his chest to take on a forward position.
The Makenzie Valley cross looked away from the lake, into the woods. Could he eventually learn to call this place home? It was possible, though unlikely. Tharamon would never forget his old home. Still, it wouldn't hurt to take a look around. He could find no fault in getting enough information about the area to decide if it were worth adding to his eventual conquest. The future alpha turned and looked into the trees away from the lake. Yes, it wouldn't hurt. Without looking at Nur-Rama, the wolf spoke. "Come, little one." His voice was firm, but loving almost. Without waiting for her response, he began to move: a gentle trot into the trees. She would follow. He had no doubt.
words;; few more than 300... tags;; Rozy's Nur-Rama mood;; I'm not even sure... notes;; I'm sorry about the crappiness!
Nur-Rama rolled onto her belly, grateful to lift herself from the cowering position, as her superior scanned the forest's edge. It was dark now, and the night was cool, the chilled autumn breeze still blowing, but not cold enought to make her uncomfortable in her fur. It cooled the earth, and the dirt felt good on her paws an belly as she lay there a few moments longer.
She wondered now just what his intentions with her would be, and where they would be headed next. This was a beautiful place here, and while she could tell that he was not here to stay, but only pass through it, she couldnt help but pray that they would not leave in a hurry. The female sighed, she just arrived, and she wanted to enjoy it. But she wasnt about to voice any concern at this time.
In a matter of mere hours she had gone from a young rouge, a loner, with a one track purpose to conquest, to becoming the companion of the fearsome and alluring wolf she had crossed paths with. The young female smiled softly to herself, as she thought of the warm caress of his tounge on her cheek moments before, of his eyes as he assesed her small form beneath him, though why he was.
This has been a fine night.
With that Nur-Rama turned and followed her Master out of the clearing and into the dark night.
Words;; Not sure, friggin short though. Mood;; Neutral Tags;; Tharamon Other;; CLOSED! this is short i know but yeah, its just meant to be a wrap up, it doesnt even say anything new. so yeah.
Last Edit: Nov 22, 2011 10:22:49 GMT -5 by rozalyn