The alpha brute stalked through Kamari, his mind thoroughly clouded by the rage he felt toward the land's alpha. She had been reckless by alerting him to Kallik's presence here. Had she not taken the femme in, he was certain she would have eventually come back to him. And even during her stay here, it was foolish of the alphess to tell him that she was here. Vorilye had warned the femme to turn her over; she had not heeded the warnings. How could one wolf have created such a gigantic mess with her foolishness? Vorilye wanted her to feel his pain, to know what it felt like to see two of his children torn away from the world without a chance to know them. His daughters were dead because of Akihra, and damn it, she needed to know what that felt like. He would make certain that she did.
The scent of the pack was growing stronger, and it was not long before the site that was obviously the pack's den came into view. There were several scents here, but most of them were old, faded. The freshest scent, and the only one he was interested to know, was that of the little alphess who knew nothing better than how to ruin lives.
It seemed that today was his lucky day.
Not only were the dens deserted, but a relatively fresh haunch of deer rested not too far inside the crevice, simply beckoning for his consumption. While it was obvious that the alpha had gorged herself on the deer, Vorilye had no problem taking from her pack. She had, after all, taken so much more from him without the slightest courtesy. While the meat was cooled and lacked the fresh, hot blood that the brute craved, it strengthened him considerably. He was famished, and the leg did not last long once he had his first taste.
This would be an excellent trap for the femme. Akihra would never expect for another pack's alpha to be stashed away in her dens, or even to have the guts to venture this far into another pack's lands. But he was not a typical alpha. He was an alpha scorned, and he would take the matter into his own hands. Vorilye knew that she had few to no pack members behind her, particularly now that there were no other fresh scents in her dens. She would be alone in this venture; just the way he wanted it.
Count | 419 words Muse | So-so. I'll do better when he gets angrier. Tags | Kallik, Akihra Notes | Om nom venison.
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2012 16:27:27 GMT -5 by Vorilye
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
Kallik’s paws carried her swiftly through Kamari, although Vorilye outpaced her easily. His legs were much longer, he was stronger than Kallik and had more endurance. Still, she wasn’t far behind him. Kallik propelled herself as fast as she could, fear flooding her body. The night air was cool against her body, which had been feeling too warm as her tears for her lost children had overworked the poor femme. But she could handle anything – she had murdered her second brother, had she not? She’d had the guts to stand up to Vorilye since the very beginning; she’d managed to struggle through almost eight months of being a single mother with little help at all.
Kallik forced herself to calm down, telling her knotted stomach that nothing bad was going to happen, that Vorilye was simply going to tell Akihra that he was taking his family home… Even so, the Mackenzie wolf urged herself on. In a matter of minutes, Kallik found herself to be catching up to Vorilye. Why was he slowing down? A moment later, Kallik realized that he had stopped – they’d arrived at Akihra’s pack dens. Feeling nervous and nauseous, Kallik made her way into the dens after Vorilye. She found him eating a haunch of deer meat. She blinked, wondering why he was stealing Akihra’s food. Hadn’t Vorilye gotten angry over Kallik hunting on his land?
”Vorilye,” Kallik whispered gently, stepping towards him. ”What are you doing, why did you come here?” she asked him, feeling tense again. She didn’t like being in the pack dens, especially having not called Akihra, and even more so since she was with Vorilye. ’Why didn’t he call?’ Kallik thought frantically. ’If he’s taking Tike and I home, he could have just howled…’ The female was trying to ignore her growing fears and suspicious, forcing herself to believe that Vorilye’s visit was out of innocence. She just couldn’t shake her anxiety.
”I sent Tike to Descai.” she told the brute anxiously; she had forgotten just how powerful his presence was. ”Vorilye can’t we go home?” she pleaded, moving so that her jade orbs caught his golden gaze, her body in front of his. ”Please…” she whispered, yearning to be close to him. ”Let’s just leave, not bother Akihra.” Kallik pressed gently, trembling slightly as she neared him, wanting nothing more than to press her head into his chest as she had done so long ago. Blood pounded in her ears, but to Kallik it sounded like Vorilye’s heart beating as she’d heard it that night.
But Kallik couldn't do it. She turned away from the ebony brute, stepping back towards the entrance to the dens.
Words;; 445 Muse;; Bad-ish. Notes;; Bad post, sorry >.< Also, perhaps I could bring Elu in after you post Akihra? That way you don't need to post twice in a row.
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2012 18:57:36 GMT -5 by kallik
After dealing with the situation with Elu and Vega, she had requested that they check the borders while she headed back to the dens. The alphess intended to call the pack to gather as soon as she returned so that she could see just who was left in Kamari before she weighed her options. While she had grown tired of being alphess, she was not quite sure she was prepared to give up the reins, particularly when there were other wolves depending on her to lead. There were just so many things she was unsure of, and that made her question her ability to lead. She had done nothing but reduce the majesty of the pack since she took over from her grandfather, and she wondered if he had really been that nuts after all. Even if he had tried to conquer the desert in the middle of the day, the brute had leadership skills that, try as she might, she lacked to some extent.
The femme trotted in the direction of the dens, eager to find her way back to the food she had left inside. Akihra hoped that things would look up from here, but her optimism was often her downfall. The femme was typically a realist, and she knew that nothing ever stayed good for the long haul. Her suspicions of faux comfort were confirmed when she scented unfamiliar wolves near her dens. She knew one of those scents, and she should have headed several miles in the opposite direction. Kallik had returned to her dens.
What is she thinking? the femme frantically thought. Kallik had brought this upon her pack, and now Akihra was the one paying the price with her fear and discomfort. She would never truly be able to feel safe in Kamari again until the femme left and returned to Acerbus where she belonged. She could take her mangy pups with her, too. They had brought nothing but hurt on Haishin, and she wanted them gone. With a new fire in her eyes, the odd-eyed alphess marched straight into the dens to face Kallik. Unfortunately, the femme was not alone.
All of the sudden, Akihra found herself faced with a pair of steely gold eyes, not much unlike the metallic eyes she, herself, wore. The dangerous smirk on the brute's face sent chills down the femme's spine, her fur bristling at the mere presence of the wolf. The fact that the gigantic brute stood next to Kallik infuriated the alphess. She set me up, she thought accusingly, her angry eyes falling upon Kallik. "You little bitch," she sneered, hate spewing from her pores as she stared at the mackenzie valley femme. "You've let me to my death, you idiot. How could you? I took you in when no one else would, and this is how you repay me?" A snarl cut through the femme's throat as she warily stared at Vorilye.
"You have what you came for. I was not hiding her from you any longer. You may leave and never come back," she stated boldly, but her eyes spoke volumes. She was afraid of this brute and what she knew he could do. Staring him down, the femme let out a short howl of distress, hoping that Elu could make it here, and quick. She needed some help here, and there was not going to be much time for her to deal with this. "Leave, and take her with you. I don't want her, or her pups, here any longer."
Just as his Alphess had wished, Elu had indeed been out patrolling with Vega at the time of Akihra’s call. Hearing the distress and urgency, Elu’s eyes widened. What could have happened for her to call out to him like that? He’d hardly spoken a word to Vega, except to apologize for leaving her before he had bolted off towards the pack dens. The Arctic’s brute, while large and heavy, was still a relatively fast wolf, especially with adrenaline fueling his flight. His paws shook the ground, heavy footfalls propelling him ever-closer. He could smell his Alphess, along with two other wolves. His heart was immediately choked with fear. Normally, Elu would not fear a loner, not even two, but the sound of Akihra’s call had chilled his blood.
Fur raised all along his nape, spine and tail, the white wolf lunged forward so that he was at his Alphess’ side, golden orbs glaring at the two loners. How dare they intrude? What had they done that had distressed his Alphess so? Chest heaving from his run, Elu muttered, ”Lady Akihra, what happened? Who are these two loners?” He gave the two wolves a once over, taking in the size of the black-and-gold brute. He looked large, but Elu was certain that he outweighed the stranger, and if it came down to a fight, his raw fury would definitely aid him. The femme was smaller, and she looked timid, especially as she saw the massive size of the Arctic brute. Elu’s lip curled up in a snarl as he tasted her fear-scent.
While Elu himself had been alarmed, he certainly wasn’t as scared as the femme was. His fear had been caused by worry over his Lady’s’ safety, but it was obvious that she was fine, at least for the moment. She obviously held fear for the two wolves before her, and Elu knew enough to be cautious. Still, he was larger than both his Alphess and the other femme – his size and power gave him some security. Elu was forcing himself to breathe deeply – he could feel anger surging through his veins, burning his blood. But he held himself back – he would not attack unless he needed to.
Words;; 369 Muse;; Fine. Mood;; Worried, angry. Notes;; Another short post >.>
A growl tore through the brute's maw at the arrival of the small alphess. Vorilye smirked dangerously; it was obvious that she was little to no threat to him, and he could simply smell the fear rolling off her. He loved to instill terror in the hearts of other wolves, and this was merely helping him meet his end goal. He wanted the femme dead, and he would stop at nothing to accomplish it. She had effectively ruined his life, and all he could do was stand by helplessly and watch his daughters die because of her foolishness. She needed to pay by blood. It was the only way that the universe would be at peace once more.
What the brute did not expect, as he stalked toward the femme, was for her to call out for help. This threw a wrench into his plans, as he was fairly sure Kallik would not act on his behalf, particularly after what had just happened with Karima and... what was her name? He could not even recall the other daughter's name. It was a shame that it had come to this, but someone had to pay for his daughters' deaths, and it was not going to be him.
"You know why I'm here," he sneered, strolling toward her with a surefire anger in his step. Vorilye's golden eyes stared down at the femme's mismatched metallic eyes. "You were a fool for taking a pack here. I will make your life a living hell," he hissed in her ear, watching with satisfaction as the fur on the back of her neck bristled. He was enjoying this much more than he should have, and it was intriguing to see the alphess quiver in fear from his words, not even his actions. Perhaps she was not alpha material, after all. Her pack was in shambles, while his was thriving even in the face of all the problems. He had a pack that could potentially take over the continent. And try, he would. Right now, he wanted Akihra's pack, and he would not stand to receive an answer that he did not like.
He could hear the rustle of paws in the pack's den entrance that indicated that another wolf was on his way in. Vorilye did not want to deal with this. He could finish this off another day, when he could single out the alphess with ease. This trip had not been all to waste, as he had finished a wonderful meal at the expense of the Haishin Pack.
The brute lunged out, scratching toward the femme's face and feeling the satisfaction of a claw connecting flesh. Vorilye slashed across the femme's silver eye, leaving a bloody trail across her fur that immediately started to seep the hot, red liquid that the brute had sought. It was not enough for him, but it would have to do. He glared at the femme before sneering one last thing.
"Consider yourself warned."
The brute then fled the dens, headed back to the safe haven of Acerbus and the pack that supported him wholeheartedly.
Count | 526 words Muse | Decently good Tags | Kallik, Akihra, Elu Notes | Matching family wounds.
Vorilye still had not said one word to Kallik, not since he’d stood over her. But the current stresses sort of gave him a reason to not speak, especially since Akihra had walked in. The femme’s jade eyes widened as Akihra started to accuse her, and all Kallik could do was splutter that she was trying to get Vorilye to leave, not kill her! She was at a loss for words, what could she even say to the Haishin Alphess? She femme merely shook her head and started to back away, whimpering. It was just too much for her. For one wild second, when Akihra called for help, Kallik thought for sure that it was to kill her and Vor.
She looked pleadingly to Vorilye, though she was unable to speak, trying to tell him that they needed to go, and fast. It seemed that he had been thinking along the same lines, for footsteps could be heard outside now, and Vorilye attacked Akihra. Kallik cried out in panic as Vorilye clawed at the femmes’ eye, and gasped as he ran out. Panicking, she looked from Akihra to the huge white brute that had just entered the scene. ”It wasn’t me!” she cried desperately as the brute started to snarl. But it was on no use, Kallik knew, she was once again an outcast. The Mackenzie wolf fled the scene, just as Vorilye did, her heart racing as icy fear poured into her veins, chilling her to the bone.
She ran, slower than Vorilye, who had also had a head start, towards Acerbus. Akihra’s blood stained her paws, but the grasses of Haishin cleansed them. If only they could have cleansed her soul as well. On the verge of a mental breakdown, Kallik exited Kamari, heading back into the only home she had ever known.
Exit Kallik
Words;; 305 Muse;; Ick. Mood;; Scared. Notes;; Terrible psot, jsut to get her out.
As Elu approached, Akihra felt some of the weight of the situation lift off her shoulders. She was not alone; she had someone to stand beside her and, to some extent, that alleviated the threat against her. She stood no chance against Vorilye, but with Elu there to stand with her, they were united. Akihra would not back down from the alpha brute, especially in the heart of her territory. This was what she had worried would eventually occur. How could she honestly expect that Vorilye would leave everything alone once he found Kallik.
What startled the alphess the most was that Kallik stood beside the brute, as if nothing had changed between them. Did she not understand the lengths that the alpha brute went through in his attempts to kill her, and also the dangers Akihra placed her pack in to protect her? A snarl slipped past her lips as she stared down the femme, angered that she so readily turned her back on Akihra in the face of a better offer. As Elu addressed the fact that there were obviously two "loners" in her dens, she turned her head to the brute.
"These aren't loners, Elu. These are our neighbors, right, Vorilye?" she sweetly lulled to the brute, her eyes narrowed dangerously at the pair. They were truly the perfect pair; truly made for one another. One was a heartless monster, while the other was a traitorous, backstabbing bitch who held no concern for anyone but herself. Why else would she be here with him? Why would she stand by so idly and watch as he terrorized her family? "Meet Descai."
In her moment of inattention, the brute alpha lunged at her. All Akihra felt was the searing pain as a claw made contact with her face, dragging through the flesh above her eye and slicing down her cheek bone. She was not concerned about the wound itself. What concerned her was the rapidly fading vision on her left side. Her sight of the alpha vanished as he galloped past her, leaving Kallik standing in shock in the middle of Haishin's dens. A distressed whine slipped through the alphess's lips as she fell to the floor, feeling the warmth and stickiness as blood oozed from her wounded left eye.
"Are you happy now?"
The words slipped out of the alphess's lips as Kallik darted past her, dragging her paws through the blood of the Haishin Alphess as she bolted. She would follow after him, just like before. It was only a matter of time before there was some more trouble in Descai, and this time, she would not rise to help. She had paid the price for her kindness, and she would not allow this to happen again.
The blood loss from her eye was not her only concern. The vision in her left side showed no signs of returning, and Akihra was panicking. There was no one here who knew how to handle medicine, unless Elu had secretly learned the ways of the forest before joining up with Haishin and never mentioned it to her. She looked up at the brute in despair, feeling her eyelid slide over the cornea of her left eye but feeling the pain once more as she realized it brought no more darkness than there already was.
It seemed as if the words had hardly left his Ladys’ mouth before the large brute before her struck. Elu let out a ferocious snarl, but he didn’t react in each time; the two wolves had already rushed past him, although Elu gave chase. Unfortunately, both wolves were taller than him, and so they ran faster. Elu, being large and heavy, was slower than the Mackenzie wolves, and he fell back quickly. He gave up the chase and instead hurried back to his Alphess, watching as blood gushed from her eye. ”L-lady Akihra!” he stammered, unsure of what to do. A whimper slipped through his maw, something that didn’t happen often, and he shifted nervously from paw to paw.
”What do I do?” he growled aloud to himself. The Arctic brute paused, his eyes widening as he swung his body to the west. ”The desert wolves.” he muttered to himself, frantic. Turning to face Akihra, he licked blood from her muzzle and whined again. ”My Lady, I must leave you. I will bring help, I assure you. Please, stay safe, I will not stop running until I have found the help that you need.” Elu told her forcefully, anger blazing in his eyes. He dipped his head to her, gave her one last glance, and then turned. Elu’s large paws carried him far from the dens, straight through the heart of Kamari. He only had one thought on his mind: Rasalas.
The two brutes had met just the other day, when Rasalas had come herb-hunting in search of medicine for his female friend. They had exchanged little words, although Elu knew that they dwelled within the deserts of the Occasus. The fiery anger within him burned, but it only fueled his paws as they thundered across the earth. Rasalas had told Elu that the desert wolves would bring a gift – well, this would be their gift, helping his Alphess. All other thoughts were a blur as he raced across the border, still running full-pelt until the grass underpaw turned into silt and finally sand. Elu had entered the Occasus, and now all he had to do was find the pack.
Exit Elu.
Words;; 360 Muse;; Bad. Mood;; Angered, worried. Notes;; Elu to the rescue~
