The alpha male trampled across his terrain, his golden socks moving the large brute toward his destination. He had yet to gather the pack, and it was time. While Vorilye had instructed Meridian and Angel to meet him at the dens, he doubted that either had actually followed through with his instructions. He snorted to himself; why would he have thought to accept such insolent femmes into his pack? They had best be good for something, or they were going to wind up strung along the borders of the pack as an example of what happened when Decai's alpha was not obeyed. He growled.
Vorilye was growing shorter tempered with these wolves. The only one who had submitted to him the way he felt was necessary was Kallik, and that situation was thoroughly growing more complicated as the days passed. The mackenzie valley female was hopefully following not far behind, but she was going to wind up being scrutinized by Alanna and the others. The alpha brute could almost guarantee that it would happen. She will have to learn to play nice, he thought condescendingly toward his newest pack member. Maybe he was using cruel thoughts to combat the strange feelings he had encountered earlier, but it was his only defense mechanism. He needed to protect himself from the guile of these blasted femmes. They would be the death of him if he was not careful.
Strolling up to the plateau, Vorilye found himself faced with a very strange sight. He had not encountered much human construction in his lifetime, and this was very obviously not a natural occurrence. It would take some getting used to, but the sight of the mines made the brute shift uncomfortably. It was here that he raised his crown toward the clouds, letting an authoritative howl soar throughout Acerbus. He beckoned all accepted members of his pack, and any other loners that dared to set foot in his territory that were within earshot, to come to him. They needed to be instructed in their roles in his pack, and that was never going to happen unless they gathered to him.
The brute sighed heavily. He was growing tired of waiting on others and constantly chasing after foolish intruders. He was going to need to designate someone to watch the borders. Vorilye smirked; any further intruders, he would declare them to be traitors and trespassers. He did not want anymore unfamiliar faces in his territory. The pack would be made well-informed that if any strangers set foot on his lands again, they were to be killed. That was not just a suggestion.
He needed to gain control over these wolves. They had come to him seeking leadership, and he intended to provide it. Vorilye was a no nonsense leader, and anyone who questioned his authority would be set straight quickly. His golden eyes scanned the horizon, searching for his pack mates' arrival. They would see soon enough exactly what he was capable of achieving. They would see...
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
Water dripped from the multi-hued pelt of Kallik as she trudged after Vorilye. She wasn't within earshot of him, but she knew she was close by, as his scent was still relatively fresh. She shook herself, water droplets spinning and twisting off of her body like slivers of glass, clear crystal in an ever-darkening night. She shivered somewhat, stopping to sit upon the cold, hard earth and lick her sodden fur. She tasted Vorilye with every rasp of her tongue, and it drove her wild. Kallik shivered once more, but this time, it wasn't from the cold. Previous moments between her and the brute flooded her mind, and she let out a lustful whimper.
"Stop Kallik!" she commanded herself, letting a snarl rip through the silent night, slashing the emptiness with her feral noise. She let out a huff, puffing and trying to gain control of herself. So what if he was the first brute to ever have her like that? So what if she loved -had feelings for- him? She wouldn't dare to speak, let alone think of that word... A soft sigh came from her maw, and she started to pad after Vorilye once more. It was then that she heard his song. Kallik threw back her head, singing her own song right back to him, letting him know that she was coming.
Kallik raced through the trees, coming up on a ridge. She could see tracks on the ground, and while she wondered what they were, she paid them no mind. She slowed, slinking through the brush towards Vorilye. She stopped a few feet behind him. "Here, V-....Sir." Kallik murmured, bowing her head and coming up to stand next to him ,at his right side. She had no way of knowing that this was the beta's -or female Alpha's- place. She smiled gently at him, rasping her tongue over his cheek lightly, the only sign she gave him of holding something more than purely pack feelings for him.
With that, she sat down, pressed close to Vorilye, afraid and waiting for what was to come.
Alanna had left the wolf that basically owned her soul shortly after the meeting with Wutender. Vorilye had completely ignored her during that visit and it had insulted her pride in a way she wasn't sure how to deal with. She had shown him that she would protect his lands with her life at need be, and he had acted as if she hardly existed. Frankly, she had been irritated beyond belief and more or less fell back as he lead the way away from that meeting until she could no longer honestly say she was still on his trail. In fact, at some point, she had left him completely and wandered off to look at prospective dens.
Really, there was only one place in the entire lands that could serve as a place to rear pups and it was so obviously man made, she was weary of putting a litter within a day's run from it. Still, there had been no where else to safely have a litter. With that in mind, she had figured this was where Vorilye would call the Descai den, at least until a female had risen to the place of alphess at his side. Then, based on wolf law, it would be entirely up to her where the pack denned. Alanna felt a growl beginning in the base of her chest. She would do everything in her power to make sure there was no alphess. She would bow to the will of no other she-wolf, whether Vorilye ordered it or not. The absolute best he could hope for is her being cordial...and that was chancy at best.
A howl split the air a moment before the alpha's scent hit the she-wolf's nares. Think of the devil, and he shall appear... she though sardonically and lifted her head from the dirt. She had been laying at the mouth of the cavern she figured would be most likely used to house Descai, staring out at the landscape and daring anyone to refute her claim. Alanna had no wish to rule, but she was, more than likely, the most dominant female in this side of Anikira, if not the whole of Anikira itself. Or at least, she liked to think so. Her gaze found the black and gold monster that she owed her allegiance. Slowly, yawning to show that she was not bothered by his sudden show of authority, she pulled herself to her paws and padded toward him.
Just before she got within ear shot, another she-wolf, one she had yet to meet stepped up beside the male and sat next to him, clearly in the place of his second. Alanna's hackles immediately rose and the growl that threatened to escape earlier came back full force, every muscle in her frame vibrating. In full view of the alpha that had forced her lowly rank and completely ignoring the potential consequences of the omega putting on such a display, Alanna's head rose, lips pulled into a snarl, legs stiffened, and tail as erect as she could make it. Vorilye she would tolerate because she had no choice. She would not tolerate this stranger in a position of dominance. If a fight ensued, Alanna would win or die. She wouldn't allow any other outcome.
words;; not many. =/ tags;; Descai. mood;; pissed. off. =D notes;; hehehehe. this oughta be good.
Angel was jolted out of her peaceful slumber by a loud howl. She lifted her head sleepily and blinked, confused. Where was she? Tall dark trees loomed all around her, and water lapped gently at the shore of the lake. The lake! She remembered the lake! Angel and Meridian had been playing in the water together when that stranger showed up. And then… what had happened next? She remembered taunting him… and then… then he had leapt at her and thrown her on her back! How cruel! The impact must have knocked her out. Yes, that was why she couldn’t remember anything but blackness after that. It all made perfect sense!
Angel leapt to her paws and wagged her tail happily. She bounced around by the lake shore for a few moments, chasing the insects in the grass, until she remembered the howl. The alpha of these lands had called his pack, and any loners lurking in the territory, to come and join him. She was a loner, wasn’t she? She was lurking. Naughty Angel.. lurking's bad. That thought made her giggle. She was never naughty.
Ooh! Angel's ears perked up as she realised what the howl meant. It meant she could go and meet the alpha! Wouldn’t that be fun?! Sure, he hadn’t been very nice to her last time they’d met, but she was willing to forgive him. She was sure that there was a valid reason as to why he’d knocked her unconscious like that. Nobody could be that mean.
Angel gave herself a shake, to get rid of any dirt that could have accumulated on her beautiful fluffy white fur. She trotted quickly through the forest towards the source of the howl, her tail wagging joyfully behind her all the time. Ooh, this was so exciting! It was like being on an adventure!
When she arrived at the mines there were already a few wolves there, and she hoped she wasn’t late. “Hi, my name’s Angel! Who are you?” She bounced up to the snarling omega with an exuberant grin plastered on her face. She brushed up against the femme, nuzzling her head into the fur around the other’s neck as if they were long time acquaintances. This was so fun! She loved meeting new friends! Maybe she could even join the pack. Then she’d have friends who were there all the time. It couldn’t be hard joining a pack, could it? He’d asked for loners to come to him, so obviously he wanted new members! Grinning joyously, she bounded up to where the alpha stood. “Hey! Mister Goldenpaws! Can I join your pack?”
((OOC: She can't remember that she's already joined xD Oh, and Angel wouldn’t notice/care about Alanna’s reaction to her attempts of friendliness, so she can still react however you want (except for lunging at Angel and killing her )))
ooc: I realize this thread is for the Descai pack, but Flea was in the territory before about to be confronted by Meridian. So I figured since Vorilye wanted loners and pack members, i'd bring her in ^^
bic: Trotting on ward, deeper into the lands of Descai's territory; Flea inhaled many scents of wolves around her. Her trance like orbs glinted with caution and determination to move forward into these unknown lands as she slowly pressed on. Her nerves were squirming under her beautiful ivory and mixed light brown pelt as the scents of more and more wolves entered her nares. Stopping to scratch at her itching hide, Flea's ears pricked more erect as an ear-splitting howl erupted from the dense brush and lingering mine tracks. This sound halted her intense scratching and her body to freeze. "I guess we'll find out whether or not I'm welcome soon enough ..." She thought as she slowly regained her footing and forced herself to move forward. The scents of the wolves filled her mind now, wondering all the intentions of this pack to her presence here.
Her rib cage exposed itself more and more as her breaths became slightly heightened. Her heart was racing in her chest as she could feel the strong tension in the air of the wolves before her now. Though she continued to move forward, unknowing of what would become of her in a mere few minutes time. Her tail lowered as she could feel the nearness of the wolves of Desi now, her eyes narrowing in a sense of fight or flight mode. Though she knew she wasn't fit to fight and that she didn't wish to fight, these wolves may want to and that she would have to give everything she had. Her mind was set on confronting these wolves, in a calm and clear manner... possibly to join their family of Descai.
Flea was only a hundred meters or so now and her emerald orb as well as her mahogany glinted with anxiety. Today was either an end to her tragic short years or a new beginning.
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Freia had been wondering in a small area just off to the east which left her scent all over the place since she had barely moved from the small spot in the 5 days she started to explore Acerbus, being curled up in a dying old, hollowed out tree she was sleeping peacefully and soundly, barely visible from her coat blending with the inner walls of the tree itself.
The females left paw twitched as the high pitched howling echoes of a higher ranked wolf soared through the area, each animal that was even near her had to have heard the sound since it was so deafening. Once the young femme opened her eyes the light gray patterns that made up the pupil shined with the amount of daylight there was which gave off her position within the tree.
Because of the light tint of her eyes she could rarely travel in snow because she might, no she would be blinded. She was being her usual lazy self, taking her skull off of her paws to look up at the falling dead leaves from the sky while lifting herself onto her limbs, she pushed her front paws out one at a time so claw at the inside of the tree's spiny wood chips while some of them stuck onto her furs.
Freia soon shook her body to let the chips of wood fall back into her bed as she walked from the entrance of the tree and started to trot casually in the direction of which the howl came from, using the shadows to blend in so she wouldn't be as easily spotted in the bright rays.
Each trot was bursting with energy yet at the same time had a sense of sneakiness which she always gave that feel like as if she was always up to something. The young wolfen dove from each side to avoid large bushes or stickers which would get caught in her furs. Soon she came to almost a abrupt halt as she spotted the Mackenzie valley male standing about 50 yards away and the crackles of overs walking near.
She could tell he was not alone which would make things more painfully irritating and boring for her as she crept up onto the brute, spotting other wolves all around the area. Her shoulders rolled irritatedly while raising herself from the slinked manor she was in to trot in front of the other wolves and the brute himself, each one of her ears perked slightly from the sight as the tip of her brownish black tail twitched and jolted through the air.
((OOC: Sorry for the delay everyone; between Thanksgiving and my school work, this got pushed to the side. Nali's probably either going to join this thread later or not at all due to her school load.))
As the wolves began to approach, Vorilye continued to hold his head high. He had much authority over them all, and it would do them well to realize that. Even Kallik, who he had claimed as his own, was no higher in stature because of her... well, her benefits to the alpha. So when she approached him and seated herself to his side, he turned his head and rapidly addressed her. "Kallik, the position in which you sit is reserved for the alpha female," he rattled under his breath, trying to keep the irritated tone from his voice. He knew her well enough to understand that she was not familiar with pack etiquette. "You must sit in front of me with the others."
He had hoped that none of the other wolves would approached before Kallik had the opportunity to adjust her position, but to the brute's dismay, Alanna appeared and was pissed. Vorilye grimaced slightly; this would be a touchy situation to approach. While he held no resentment towards Alanna, regardless of her position in his pack, she had no right to behave in such a manner towards one of her pack mates. Because of that, the brute lunged forward, snapping his jowls intimidatingly toward her. He did not get close enough to do any damage or even convince her that he intended to attack; rather, he was doing his duty to promote unity in his pack. Such arrogant, haughty behavior from either female would lead to tension in his pack, and he would not have any of it.
Yet Alanna continued to stand in an irritatingly dominant position. The brute's lip curled back, revealing his dangerous fangs to the female. "Alanna, back now," he snarled angrily, his golden eyes flashing with fury. "You act as if she had eaten your young," he snapped. Two long strides brought him directly into Alanna's face, the bottom of his chin nearly resting on the top of her head. He leveled his eyes to her's. "She does not know. She has been corrected, but that is not your position to correct her. Such behavior is beyond your rank and disgraceful. Do not assume that you know what is best for my pack. I am the Alpha, not you," he sneered the last two words.
By the time the brute strode back to his position at the head of the group, the obnoxious little female that had attempted to seduce him back at the lake was bounding toward him. His eyes did not do well to mask his confusion as she asked to join his pack. "You have already joined my ranks, Angel," he snapped to her, irritation riveting through his body. "It would do you best to remember where your allegiances lie."
Normally, the brute would have been irritated with the amount of speaking he was required to do in this situation. But Vorilye was finding it easier to address his pack as the Alpha and more difficult to address them as Vorilye. He was comfortable in authority; there was no reason for him to doubt his ability to lead. But he would not allow any of them inside of his walls. To them, he was merely their alpha. The wolf that was buried inside that mask was the one who was difficult to draw out.
Vorilye half expected the white mutt who had dubbed him "Papa" to stroll up behind her, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Femme, where is your friend?" he snapped to her, expecting her answer almost immediately. When it did not come the second the words left his mouth, he turned his attention elsewhere.
This time, he found two unfamiliar females approaching his brothel. Yes, he was starting to consider his pack to be more of a sex factory than a family, and he had already found his way into one of the members. The rest could be more difficult to conquer, but he would have his way with them if he so chose. It was his right as their Alpha; they did not have a say. The only threat to his pack would be Wutender, who had yet to make an appearance at the dens. Deciding he would chase down the renegade wolf later, he turned to the two femmes who had decided to enter his territory uninvited.
"It is good that you sought me out quickly," he instructed them in a tense voice, "for if you had not, I would have been forced to kill you on sight. I am the Alpha of the Descai Pack. What business do you have in Acerbus?"
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
When Vorilye reprimanded her, Kallik let out a soft whine, directed just at him – she didn’t want to leave his side and sit next to that awful bitch. But, she agreed, and glanced at Alanna. She snarled viciously, moving to sit a good three feet away from the female. ”Touch me, you’ll get hurt.” she spat angrily, baring her teeth in a threat. And boy did she mean it. She wasn’t going to take any shit from some idiotic female. She hated females more than males, now that she’d met Vorilye. Kallik knew that she could take Alanna on, no matter what. Her tail rose higher than the other females’, and she sneered at her before resolutely turning her back on her, a sign that she took Alanna as no threat at all.
Then, more wolves started to come. After Alanna’s display, she could handle anything. She eyed the new female, Angel, with skepticism. It seemed she had some sort of amnesia. She decided to ignore the female, just as she was now ignoring Alanna. Then, a hundred or so feet away from the little grouping, Kallik spotted another wolf. Another female. It seemed she had some competition. She sighed, growling to herself as she looked up at the sky. Why were there no males? ’Because he handsome.’ Kallik grumbled in response to her own thoughts.
And again, another female, standing behind Vorilye. Kallik snarled at her, bristling, her tail raising and twitching back and forth irritably. She was starting to rethink her decision to join Vorilye’s pack. Females made her uncomfortable. She shook out her pelt with a grumble, ignoring all of the other wolves except for Vorilye. He addressed each she-wolf in turn, speaking more than he’d spoken all day. Kallik let out a chuckle as she scratched between her ears.
Alanna fought to keep her footing as the white female barreled into her, acting as if she was an old friend. If the timber hadn’t been preoccupied, she would’ve probably snapped at the stranger and taught her to fear Alanna’s jaw strength. However, since it was the last thing on the entire planet Alanna expected to happen, she was completely dumbfounded. This feeling was entirely too similar to the way she had felt with Aurora, and frankly, she didn’t like it. The ability to be surprised was a weakness and she would remove it from her being if it was the last thing she did. Still, that didn’t tell her how to deal with the situation now that it had arisen.
Before the runt had time to react, Angel -- as she had deemed herself -- was bounding away. A god was probably meddling. That was the only thing that made sense in this particular scenario. A thought came to her, this was one of the wolves at the water’s edge during Alanna’s ‘first’ meeting with Vorilye, though she still didn’t know that name. Half a second later, said male was in her face. Alanna’s first reaction, as per usual, was anger. However, it had clicked, somewhere upstairs, that the alpha pretty much owned her life. Slowly, very slowly, the hair along her spine laid flat. She was forced to view any order that left his lips as law. It sucked.
Something he said, however, lodged in her mind. She didn’t know? Frankly, that was far easier to disbelieve than accept. Then again, with the words the stranger spit as she took her place in the audience, Alanna almost allowed the possibility to take root within her mind. No one was stupid enough to promise something so chancy. Were they? This stranger had absolutely no idea what Alanna was capable of, yet she was guaranteeing Alanna’s loss. Either she was incredibly stupid or incredibly good. If it were the first one, Alanna had no reason to waste her time. The second, however...that could be a fight worth fighting. However, if Alanna lost, then the she-wolf would be allowed to take the position of the most dominant female in the pack. And, if the alpha’s words were true, she’d have no idea what that meant.
Then again, it appeared as if the alpha didn’t really know what it meant. Frankly, who became the alpha female didn’t really have anything to do with the alpha male. Or at least, it hadn’t where she had come from. It was a good thing if they got along, but the most dominant female in the pack was the most dominant female in the pack, regardless of what a stud said. Alanna turned and trotted as far away as possible from the alpha and still be in hearing range. The point she made was clear. Vorilye had no business jumping into affairs between the females unless someone’s life was in jeopardy. It conveniently escaped her notice that he probably knew she’d fight to the death.
A moment later, two strangers appeared. Alanna looked at the alpha, torn between two courses of action. She did not agree with the way he ran things. He had forced her into the lowest rank possible -- a rank she had no business filling -- just to be mean. It was a punishment for her haughty behavior. However, she had insulted him not the whole of Anikira, but he was allowing anyone who happened to wander in to make her regret the decision. Could he not deal with her himself? Alanna hated the situation with the very fiber of her being. Everything screamed at her to be on some sort of offensive mode to these newcomers, as was written into her soul. However, the alpha had made his point clear. Hating herself, Alanna laid down and stared at the patch of dirt between her forepaws, making a deal with herself to ignore everyone and everything until she was no longer physically and mentally capable of doing so.
words;; 678 tags;; a bunch of frickin' people. =D mood;; pissed. notes;; it was the only thing I could think of to avoid a fight between her and Kallik...I'm sorry it sucks. >.<
“Oh.” Angel tilted her head in confusion as she tried to remember whether she had indeed joined Descai, as Mister Goldenpaws claimed. “Really? I did?” She certainly didn’t remember ever joining a pack. Oh well! She wouldn’t complain. She was in a pack now! A real pack! Just like the one she’d been in when she was little. Ooh, she could have so many fun adventures here! There were lots of wolves to play with, and a huge amount of territory that she could explore.
Angel’s thoughts were disrupted by the alpha’s question. “My friend? Uh…” She tilted her head to the other side and screwed up her face in concentration. She’d last seen Meridian down at the lake, but she’d been knocked out by the big black male, so she had no idea where her friend had gone after that.
But Mister Goldenpaws didn’t seem to be paying attention to her anymore; he was looking towards two more females who had joined the group. She took the opportunity to go and introduce herself to the other female – the one who had been told off for sitting next to the alpha.
“Hi, my name’s Angel! Who are you?” she grinned at the bigger wolf, and her tail thumped happily on the ground. She loved meeting new wolves! But then a thought made a slight frown cross her face. “Why were you being so mean to my new friend? Didn’t your mummy tell you that it’s not nice to be mean to people? Look, you made her sad” Angel pointed her muzzle in the direction of the omega, who had taken up a position slightly away from the others and was looking down at the ground. “Why were you even fighting? My mummy said that fighting isn’t nice. She said wolves only fight when they’re trying to get territory. And you two are in the same pack! You shouldn't fight!” She drew herself up into the pose her mother often used when she was about to reprimand Angel’s siblings. She lifted her chin and tried to look the other wolf in the eye, not noticing that she was failing miserably because of her height disadvantage. “I want you to apologise to her right now!”
Flea's tail lowered as the large black and gold brute trotted toward her. Her green orb glinted more so then her mahogany orb as she took in all the wolves around her. Her ribs protruding from her sides as her she let out a nervous sigh, Flea responded to the large brute in a calm tone. "I'm currently passing through, maybe looking to be a trial period into the ranks of your Descai. " Flea answered the brute with her soft voice calm and without too much caution ....but some. It would be completely idiotic to intrude on a pack such as Descai without having some form of caution.
Her mixed orbs glinted about the numerous feas about the pack. It was slightly intimidating to see the aggression from individual wolves to others. What is causing them to be so aggressive... She pondered as she noted the raised hackles and the curled lips exposing vicious fangs by several females.
Returning her gaze back to the brute before her, her gaze quickly darted toward another unknown female close to her. The dominant brute seemed to be addressing her as well as herself, though to her this female looked curious and strange. Shaking her head away from the female, Flea returned her ivory maw toward Vorilye. He seemed to be troubled by personal matters far beyond the packs' knowledge. His golden orbs seemed to burn with an almost cruel flame as he turned his back to the aggressive females of his pack, Descai. "I'm not looking to cause trouble in your land, but merely to ask for an opportunity to test life in a pack."
With that last response, Flea waited on the brute. Her eyes confidently awaiting his reply to hers. Would he allow her to potentially be invited into the lands of Descai? Or would he run her out just as quickly as he had begun to interrogate? Only moments laid between each outcome. Her vivid orbs glinted as she awaited the brute's response.
Freia had been watching through the entire thing, the golden brute snapping at the one female made her start to think of regretting coming into Acerbus and trying to find another place to call her home, even maybe a new family. She stayed still trying to debate weather to run or to swallow her insecurity and take pride in herself.
She had never shown much determination before since she was taken from her family, but if this was the time she had no regrets of doing it what so ever, she still had that spark of aggression with her father bestowed upon her if she did not get her space, her head soon adjusted to raise straight to the pack who was gathering while she stared at a wolves in front of her but soon her right paw started to paw at the ground inching it forwards her paw lightly kicked a pebble just a few inches away from it.
Freia's tail twitched and thrashed through the atmosphere in back of her hind legs as she tried to decide and she was so in tuned with her thoughts she didn't even hear the alpha speak until he got to the words "Kill on sight" and that is when she snapped back into reality, listening to his every word after that. Her head raised higher than it already was and she went wide eyed from all the eyes being on her and the other new wolf. Freia actually looked like a deer in headlights with the expression on her face, it was kinda funny.
Once she felt the reactions and the presence of each wolf, the female started to calm herself down from the nervousness of hearing the words of the male wolf. Soon she inhaled a large amount of air through her nostrils and began to speak "Well I was.. Just passing by and smelled the smell of wolves so I thought I might as well try to join it because it is lonely on the road by myself and I really miss my old family and if this is a bad time I do understand and I will get out of your way, but please do take into consideration my request."
Each word Freia spoke it was full of a some what dominant and determined tone, she wasn't exactly trying to dominant the wolves of the area but that was just Freia's tone, even when she was nervous it was dominant. But along side the dominance was a piece of pridefulness with a spec of sneakiness. She wasn't hiding anything it was just how things blurted out of her mouth. and with all of the tension through all of the airs dense tones, it seemed as if there was a blow up of some sort and a nasty one to say so at the least which made her alert and un-easy with her surroundings.
The young auburn and obsidian toned femme was a good watchful eye seeing how she was always watching from the side and rarely ventured into the conflict by picking sides unless of course, it was made by her, herself. For example, The alpha was arrogant, the wolf farther off from the only male seemed like she wanted to be alphess, the mostly white femme that was bouncing around the place was hyper-active with amnesia and finally what seemed like the Omega of the bunch, also wanting to be alphess.
((OOC: Once again guys, I'm sorry for the delay in response. It's the week before finals for me, so I'm spread really thin, not to mention preparing travel crap for the BCS bowl for my university, exams, finalizing my grades, and getting ready for Christmas. Please forgive me!!))
These wolves were quite literally going to be the death of him. If Vorilye didn't get massacred jumping in between the two bickering females, then Angel's irritating, pestering questions or the two new wolves that had turned up at his dens. There was too much going on around him for him to focus on one of the many surrounding him. He growled gently under his breath, eager for the opportunity to release his anger. He found an outlet in the words of the first new female.
"Femme, you do not just "try out" my pack," he growled bitterly. Vorilye was not amused. He was offended by the mere idea; packs were for life, not for fleeting amusement. The brute could have laid the femme out on the spot for her suggestion that she may only possibly be interested in staying. He narrowed his golden eyes at her. "You decide to stay and stick with it, or you can leave my territory," he informed her bluntly, his voice never wavering. While he was not comfortable speaking, he certainly had no problems asserting himself. The brute would not stand for the wishy-washy ways of the loners. He was a pack wolf at heart, and he was born to lead. Eventually, they would all see.
The second wolf, too, addressed Vorilye, asking once again to join his pack. He grunted and nodded his head lightly in her direction, waiting until she was finished to respond. "If you decide to stay, you will remain loyal to Descai," he informed her. The brute was past the formalities of kindly, or not so kindly, chasing down the wolves on his territory. They would have to do things the proper way; he could not be upset that she had wandered in to address him, as he had called out for any wolves in the territory to gather here. But this would be one more wolf to handle. Alanna and Kallik were already at each other's throats, and this would add yet another mouth to the pack. He would need to get some hunters out and supplying the pack with food, especially with the coming winter.
"Decide what you wish to do, and then I will give you my answer. What is your name, femme?" he asked the later-speaking wolf in his gruff voice. There was so much work to be done, and he was not in the mood to drag these things out. Once these two femmes were dealt with, he could address the real reason that he had called the pack together. It seemed that Wutender had disappeared from the territory; Vorilye couldn't say that he was upset, but he was a bit uneasy that the brute was now wandering without a watchman on his back. The young wolf that had taken to calling him "papa" was lagging behind as well. Surely, she would need to be punished for her lack of speed at responding to her alpha. He was going to make everyone understand just how things were going to happen here in Descai.
It was beginning to be too much for Kallik. She let out a quiet whine and lay down, putting her head on her large paws. Too many females, and she was in heat! She was already confused, she wanted the closeness that Vorilye could give her, but she wasn't allowed to be next to him. Kallik hardly understood the pack's inner workings, but she would learn. That is, if she were strong enough to stay. It was then that her thoughts were interrupted by a white fae. Angel was her name. Kallik snorted and let out a low rumble, warning her to back off. She didn't feel like answering, but the little idiot was so damn persistent that she spat, "It matters to you? No."
Kallik stood, shook out her pelt, and padded away. She circled the irregular grouping of wolves around Vorilye, moving closer to the brute. He was the only one she trusted. Glaring over at Angel, she snarled, "Mummy not tell you, I was born fighting." Her hackles were raised fully now, and she hoped it made her seem even more fierce. In honesty, Kallik was more nervous than she was ready to fight. There were too many wolves, and she kenw that Angel would go to the aid of Alanna, who wanted to rip Kallik's throat out.
With a harrumph, Kallik settled about four feet away from Vorilye, and off to the side, so she would not seem as if she were his mate. Yet, mates mated, did they not? They had mated, but perhaps the circumstances were different. Kallik wasn't so sure, but she appeared to have no choice but to accept it. She hoped this congregation would end soon so she could have some alone time. But then again, why wait? She could slip off now. And this is exactly what she did.
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