It Has Begun [Rasalas, Open]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img32/3526/ariesptmid.png] Fall was in the air once again, as the normally warm nights of the Sands of Rodorr gave in to the rapidly cooling temperature that was Mother Nature at her best. The Mexican female sifted through the sand with her paws, enjoying the feel of the warmth that was stuck underneath the sand as it enveloped her feet. A soft sigh escaped from her creamy maw as she pulled her paws out, shaking them to get the fine sand from between her claws. This was her home, and she loved it. She had been away from these deserts for a while, as she had travelled the lands nearby. Her movements had been terribly slow, as the femme didn’t know the land, and had been fearful of leaving her home. What if she’d fallen from a cliff, or fell into a river and drowned? The female had taken up the challenges, however, and was proud to have made it back in one piece. The only reason she’d been so fearful, and moved so slow? Aries was utterly blind. In truth, the blindness didn’t actually bother the young wolf. It was natural to her, as odd as that sounded, and at times she enjoyed it. Sure, she wasn’t able to see how beautiful her home could be at times like this, when it was cool enough to not worry, but her senses were much better for it. Every scent, she could smell on the wind, far before another wolf. She could hear the smallest of sounds, and she could feel how silky smooth the reddish sands were, having been carved into powder by wind. Aries didn’t need sight to appreciate beauty. She lifted her head up, pointing it towards the moon that was directly overhead. Aries couldn’t see the moon of course, but she could sense that it was directly above her. Her nose could smell the tender darkness that enveloped her home, her body could feel the cool temperatures, and her lips could taste the night. Aries’ blind orbs reflected the moon – or were they simply copies of the great sphere, reduced in size and planted within her skull? She was happy, able to just stand there in the cooling sand, drinking in the scents of the night. Aries, like nearly every other creature who dwelled within the Occasus, was nocturnal. During the day, it was too hot to come outside, except for when it was late fall and winter. Fall was just settling in now, and the days would still be too warm to be in the sun. The only problem at the moment, Aries knew, was that her home as going through a drought. There had been little rainfall, save for the storms that had punished the land a couple weeks ago, and the plant life was starting to suffer. Prey had been reduced as well, since no creature wanted to spend energy with so little water around. Aries knew she would need to hunt soon; her pelt was starting to sag a little, as she had lost a few pounds, and water would be needed eventually. Luckily for Aries though, she lived in Isdyn’s Deep, a small cave at the base of the Pievunt-An, which was also right next to a large, rough river. Aries knew the Occasus like the back of her paw – she knew from memory that her home lay north of her, while the river lay east. Scent told her that the sea was to the west, although she had never visited it. From her recent excursions, Aries also knew about Xisyn, to the south, and that two packs resided both north and east of her. The Mexican female knew little about either pack, despite the fact that she lived very near both of their borders. Aries had little time for pack wolves, as they had never treated her right. No pack wanted her, they thought she was worthless; no one would ever give her a chance! Thinking about this made Aries sigh again, but this time it sounded rather sad. ”You don’t need them Aries.” she told herself sternly. ”They don’t know who you are, and you are too good for them!” Aries growled, determined to not feel sorry for herself. Snorting slightly, she turned towards the southwest, going deeper into the desert. She was hoping to find some food, maybe a hare or ferret. Scenting the air and the sand, Aries trotted briskly, the only sound coming from the swishing of her fur. It wasn’t long before she picked up on the scent of a rabbit. Mouth watering slightly, she started to search for her prey. Perhaps afterwards she would go and get a drink. Words;; 782 Muse;; Amazing! Mood;; Happy, proud. Notes;; First post!

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The night was settling in around the brute as he began to take a brisk jog, it really was a secret search party for those he loves most. None had ever stolen a spot in his heart quite like those wiggling pups had. Ever since the brute first laid eyes upon his younger sisters, he knew they were going to be his world. The male's mind drifted to the fond memories he held of these whelps and he hardly notice that his pace had quickened. The brute was in a damn near sprint, his nostrils flaring in their attempts to pull any scent he could of his sisters. 'They were so beautiful, where could they be. I am certain that they need me,' his mind raced with thoughts of them merely a few months old rolling around with each other. Rasalas really had played a father figure quite well to young Algethi and Adhara after the passing of the rest of the family, and every day he was alone it indeed sorrowed him more. A short howl escaped his maw, a quick calling to his siblings, and with that he silently prayed that they were still alive.

This red brute was no fool, he fully understood that there was a likelihood that his siblings were no longer living upon this planet. He knew that they were most likely dust, or perhaps living in whatever afterlife may or may not await all the creatures of life. It sorrowed him thoroughly, but it never dulled his search for them. Any chance the brute received he grasped it wholeheartedly to search for them. On occasion it brought him to places that were unwise for him to go to, yet he had managed to survive thus far. Survival was key for Rasalas, how would he ever fulfill his life long goals if he were dead. Then the brute would never again have a family, never have a lover, and never be able to see his little sisters again. Few things would be worth risking those dreams for.

The brute's pace began dropping and his skull tilted itself in order to allow him to better see the sky above him. The moon seemed to grin with its demonic smile in his directions, yet Rasalas found comfort with it. The moon was such a mysterious orb in the sky, it was something that had always interested the young male; yet, he could never find any way to learn much about it. His paws brought him to a halt and the brute sharply inhaled, checking the air for scents. Indeed, there was a female of the wolven breed near him. This pleased the brute, as he was a rather social creature, but this male was not foolish enough to completely let his guard down yet. There were no scents of him crossing onto a pack land, and loners were not always known for their charming and respectful ways. Indeed most of the time it was quite the opposite.

With a casual stride the brute continued to approach the direction from which the scent was coming from, she was much closer than he had first perceived. The wind rustled the brute's short red pelt and a grin could not prevent itself from crossing his maw. The wind felt superb compared to the typical dry heat that consumed this terra. The shape of the female arose in the distance, and he kept his golden eyes focused upon her as he drew ever closer. The brute slowed his steps as the female became in range of normal conversation, "Greetings madam," he spoke in a gentle but respectful tone. The brute by no means acted submissive to the femme, but showed no physical stance of offense. His shoulders rolled slightly and the male came to a complete halt, standing before the femme and observing her lightly. The brute had hoped he hadn't caught the femme off guard, and she was shifting around as if stalking something.

She was a pretty wolf, there was no doubt about that. And Rasalas noticed nothing strange or off about her in the darkness, especially not with the angle she had positioned herself at. Another breeze whispered across the land, and the gentle grin stayed placed upon Rasalas's maw as if it was set there permanently. "What are you doing out on this fine night?" his inquiry was spoken gently. The brute believed that female's should be protected, not saying that many couldn't protect themselves, but he didn't think that a femme should have to fight. After all, male's were bigger in order to protect their pack and their family, were they not?

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img32/3526/ariesptmid.png] Aries’ body was tensed, completely in tune with the land around her. This was natural for her, her body knew what to do instinctively; there was nothing strange about it. Aries knew though, that most likely, other blind wolves generally didn’t hunt for themselves, and that she was a special case. Most fully blind wolves died, anyways, especially during the early stages of life, as they often wandered into trouble without knowing it. But Aries? She was different – for one, being an only child meant that she had two strong and smart wolves to look after her, and as such, she was hardly ever in sticky situations. And thanks to her breed, her sense of hearing surpassed everything else, and so for the most part, she always heard trouble before she felt it. Even so, she never would have noticed the Red wolf approach her, and it would be his speech that startled her. At the moment though, she was still concentrated upon her hunt. Her body moved like the ghost it had become within the physical word, as no one knew of her existence, save for her parents whom she hadn’t seen in over a year. The Mexican femme was low to the ground, making herself as small as possible. There was no cover in this vast desert, nowhere to hide, and both predator and prey would be able to spot each other if the other wasn’t careful. In Aries’ case, it was different, like always. Her black nose scented the air, telling her that there was a rabbits’ warren nearby, and her body reacted quickly, pulling her back and crouching down to the earth. As she started to circle the area, trying to pinpoint the burrows’ entrance, she heard a sound that turned her blood cold: It was another wolf, but he’d obviously not seen her face yet. Tilting an ear back, she confirmed that he was behind her. Closing her unseeing eyes, Aries inhaled deeply, wondering what to do. Anything she could do would make her seem strange. Not turning to face him would make the brute suspicious, but if she turned and kept her eyes closed, he might feel awkward, or question her actions. All thoughts of getting a rabbit forgotten, Aries turned slowly to face the other wolf, her eyes still closed. Surely he didn’t live here? Did he just wander in here through the other territories? ’Maybe he lives in Xisyn.’ she thought absentmindedly. That would make sense – Aries didn’t travel down into the valley that often, not if she could help it. The valley made her feel trapped, and it worried her. What if she got stuck? Shaking these thoughts away, Aries opened her eyes but stared at the ground. As the brute questioned her, Aries shrugged a little. ”This is my home.” she told him, feeling at a loss for words. She hadn’t spoken to a stranger in a few months, and expected this wolf to act like all the others. First, he would see her eyes. It would make him uncomfortable, Aries was sure. Then he would feel sorry for her, seeing her slightly drooping pelt, and would think her starving. He would try to help her out, maybe hunt for her, and then he wouldn’t listen when Aries told him she was fine, that she as actually hunting when he interrupted her. The last thing he would do is laugh at her, and most likely leave. Aries could see it all, playing out inside her head – her own shape, and then all those others she had encountered. She could see their expressions of incredulousness, hear their laughter ringing in her ears. In the real word, Aries had no clue what those wolves – or even herself, for that matter – looked like. She had always asked her parents about colors, but she didn’t know what they looked like, only knowing that they were pleasant. Aries knew the shape of the wolf though; her own body gave her that knowledge. It was as if obscured, white wolven shapes stood around her, mocking her for being useless. A whimper escaped past her maw, and she shook the memories away. Aries raised her blind gaze to his eyes, scent and sense telling her where he was. She would not let this happen all over again. ”I was hunting, and you interrupted me.” she told the male, her expression hard. Aries was going to make sure he knew that she was capable of taking care of herself. Never again would she let others step on her, or bring her down. ”Tell me, what are you doing in these deserts? They are quite inhospitable unless you know your way around.” She told him, implying that she knew these lands quite well. Aries felt good about herself, and she was going to make sure this brute didn’t treat her like all the others. Words;; 815 Muse;; Awesome! Mood;; Anxious, saddened, but then proud. Notes;; My muse for her is pretty high ^^

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The brute pulled his ears back towards his skull for a moment, his golden orbs tracking her every body movement. The femme seemed tense, and it quickly became apparent that he had startled her. Or so he believed. 'You can be rather rude at times,' his thoughts towards himself became slightly cruel for a moment; yet, they vanished almost as quickly as they appeared. Gently pressing his paw into the sand he began to do what the femme had been doing not long before, enjoying the contrast between the cold sand on top and the warmth underneath. Rasalas loved the harsh, hot summers surprisingly. Perhaps it was due to the fact that when there was a drought all creatures pulled together in order to survive. It was like a pack could be formed for a day or a week, and all would thrive momentarily until the next rain. That's at least how Rasalas always viewed it in his mind anyway.

His gait was slow as he took a few steps closer to the femme in an attempt to read her features better. Her figure was slender and rather perfect, and Rasalas thought the femme to be quite a beautiful creature. Yet, he did not let himself become to focused on shallow appearances and still he listened to her speak. 'So this beautiful female before me lives in these deserts, she must surely have a pack or someone to aid in her care. The weather here can be quite harsh,' his thoughts droned on and the gaze he cast upon the female softened. Her gaze was towards the ground and she seemed to feel rather uncomfortable with him being so close to her. "I'm sorry for startling you," his voice became slightly softer and each word was lined with the utmost sincerity.

The brute was indeed upset that he had caused this beauty to startle, but rage began to swell inside him as he heard her next words. So the femme believed it was his fault for losing her hunt? Rasalas restrained himself from emitting a deep growl from within his chest, and thought of running off. When anger grew deep within this male he typically jolted off, running from any other creature before he completely ripped them into shreds. Yet, one more glance with his golden optics at the femme calmed him down completely. See, the brute had never seen many other than his family, and it was exceptionally rare that he would be in close contacts with a female. Especially one as gorgeous as the femme before him. He was thankful for the self-control that had washed over him, for it was something strange that was almost foreign to him. On most occasions it was damn near impossible for the rage to dissipate instantly, and the brute would have to sit and wait for the anger to gradually disappear.

"My sincerest apologies for startling your prey," the brute nodded his head in the direction he believed the small animal had darted off to, "I believe it went in that direction, I would certainly be willing to catch you the next thing that wanders by madam. It is indeed my fault that you are still hungry." The brute's golden orbs searched the dark terrain as he hoped that another creature would run by. He loved the thought of being able to eagerly bring the femme something to eat, as food was exceptionally hard to come by. Rasalas had unintentionally screwed with the femme's livelihood, and for that he felt ashamed. Since the brute had already caused some damage to the femme's life, he decided to let her question him. Typically Rasalas despised when others pushed his authority when they were of equal ranking as himself, yet he believed the femme had full rights to inquire of his intentions.

A quite sigh escaped his maw, "I have lived upon these lands for the entirety of my life." His words were sincere, honest, but did not show a hint of submission. He was honoring full respect to the femme, but still did not want her to believe that he could be walked all over. "On this night, I am searching for two young femmes that are rather close to me. My little sisters," the brute made a soft indistinguishable mumbling to himself after her spoke and quickly turned his muzzle towards the sky. Once again, the brute sharply inhaled in an attempt to catch the scent of any other wolven creatures in the air. But thus far it was still empty. Rasalas could sense no others but himself and the femme he had so rudely interrupted before him. "Allow me to inquire miss, what do they call you?" it was yet again his turn to ask things of the femme.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img32/3526/ariesptmid.png] As the brute stepped closer to Aries, she felt the vibrations in the sand, alerting her to what would have been a normally silent movement. Her fur prickled in discomfort, and she knew that he was looking her over. Aries always hated when wolves did that. She felt as if in some way, she was being violated, or that it wasn’t fair, a wolf getting to stare at her when she couldn’t truly stare back. As he spoke to her, Aries nodded a little, his gentle tone assaulting her ears. That was another thing she hated – that tone, it sounded as if he pitied her, or like she was ill, and he as trying to help her out. She held back a disgruntled noise, deciding instead to respond. ”It’s fine, I just…didn’t know anyone else lived here.” she told him quietly. Aries wasn’t truly angered at him – after all, it wasn’t exactly his fault that he started her. If she had been more focused on her surroundings, she would have heard him coming. After a moment, Aries noticed that the other wolf had fallen silent, and she wondered if he was going to speak again. She would have broken the silence, if not for fear that he were busy concentrating, and her words were break his train of thought. After a few more moments, however, the brute spoke up again. Upon hearing yet another apology, Aries shook her head, muttering ”You don’t need t-“ The male had spoken again, and Aries wasn’t sure how to react to his words. She blinked her clouded eyes, half of her wanting to laugh, while the other half became offended. Surely he could see her eyes, must know by now that she could see where ’that direction’ was? Aries settled for something in the middle. Her eyes gleamed slightly, and her tone was slightly disbelieving as she growled, ”You do know that I’m blind, right?” The blind wolf snorted a little, turning around and starting to track her lost rabbit once more. ”I can catch my own food.” she muttered over her shoulder, white eyes narrowing, showing her displeasure. Aries was sick and tired of others offering to catch her food. It was ridiculous! What on earth did she have to do to show them she was capable?! A frustrated growl rumbled in her chest as she scented at the rabbit warren. It still smelled fresh, and Aries wondered if there were another rabbit in hiding. Her ears folded back as she heard the brute sigh, but other than that, Aries ignored him. She was going to get her meal back. Aries snorted, starting to prod the sand with her front paw. The brute was still there, it seemed, as his soft words floated through the still air, winding around her ears. ”So, you’ve been sharing my desert. And I thought I knew everything about this place.” she sighed, starting to dig in the sand, slowly. Every few moments, she would stop moving, head held to the earth, auds perked and listening for any sounds. Down in the bottom of the warren, a mother rabbit and her offspring were crouched in fear. They could smell the wolves, but not see them. Aries waited, knowing that sometimes, hunting was a game of patience rather than chase. She had a gut feeling that the rabbits were there. The brute’s voice floated back to Aries once again, and she frowned. ”I’m…sorry. Did you lose them?” she asked him quietly, regretting her briskness towards him earlier. ”If it will help you any, your sisters are not here. One wolf I could overlook, but not three. I would have crossed their paths.” Aries muttered, feeling a bit sorry for the poor brute. She concentrated, body tensing once more before she sprung; her paws dug quickly at the sand, scattering it. In only a few seconds, the Mexican female had broken into the rabbits’ den. She lunged at them, showing little mercy to the young rabbits. Aries quickly snapped their necks, dragging them out of their sandy den, one by one. Grimacing slightly, Aries realized that the first rabbit was now without a mate or young. She shrugged it off though, knowing that she needed to eat, and rabbits were plentiful, anyways. Aries picked up the rabbits, dropping them when she was a few feet from the other wolf. ”Take some.” she told the brute, snatching up one of the young rabbits. She shifted away slightly, instinctively crouching over her prey, as if the other wolf were going to steal it. She scarfed down her meal before she took one of its’ siblings. ”You can have those last ones…” she mumbled, indicating the mother and the last youngling with her paw. Aries didn’t exactly know how to share, as she hadn’t needed to as a pup, but she felt bad about eating it all and not giving the other wolf any. Gulping down the scraps, Aries answered the last question. ”My parents called me Aries.” she responded, realizing that no one else knew her name. ”What about you?” she asked, avoiding her own thoughts. Words;; 854 Muse;; Growing. Mood;; Affronted, annoyed, unsure. Notes;; Long post is long.

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Rasalas didn't know how to feel towards the gorgeous femme before him. After all, she most certainly had a mate. Or so he believed at first. Upon hearing her speak of no others living in these areas Rasalas took a step away in alarm. Did so few others truly roam this land? It was true that Rasalas hadn't found another creature in these areas for quite sometime, but he never truly thought that was because all had left and found packs. A sense of depression slunk over the brute's frame, and it was quite apparent despite his greatest efforts to hide it. He truly would love to be a part of something greater than himself, yet it was quite hopeless right now. He was still alone, and still roaming the lands that were not claimed by another creature. The sigh that quietly emitted his maw was indeed a sorrowful one, this the brute was not able to deny. Tonight had certainly turned out to bring back some of his worst memories.

Yet, before him stood a gorgeous femme, and somehow her presence seemed to make everything significantly better. He spoke again in a rather simple tone, "It seemed that before there were more faces in these areas, perhaps they all found a family," the brute shrugged his shoulders as he walked in a tight circle in an attempt to ease of some of the nervousness he was experiencing. Hearing the femme speak, Rasalas's auds perked up with eagerness to listen to her voice again; however, now the femme seemed irritated by his words. She cut herself short upon her own statement and began wandering away from him. Rasalas was utterly baffled by the switch of events. His sincerity had been true, but this femme still was irked with him. As she proceeded to explain, the brute's jaw nearly hit the floor. 'Blind!? Does this gorgeous femme not truly even know of her own beauty,' Rasalas felt for once like his head might explode. It baffled him to the utmost extent that the events were turning in such a manner.

"Darling," he spoke quickly, still taken aback by her statement, "I had no idea you were blind. You do not act in such a manner as I believe a 'blind' creature would act, and you surely do not look blind. I do believe you are rather beautiful..." the brute spoke quickly, nervously. Upon finishing his rushed statement Rasalas turned away from her, pulling his auds tightly back against his crania in embarrassment. 'How foolish you are, admitting that you find her attractive so soon. She obviously seems rather bothered by your presence,' he exhaled quickly as the thought crossed his mind. The wolf felt almost out of breath for he told her much already in such a short time and he hardly knew an ounce of her story.

He stared in awe for a moment as she began hunting down the rabbits, "I never said you could not hunt, I was merely trying to make up for the blunt entrance I had made earlier." His speech was now awkward, almost adolescent in tone. Rasalas had encountered few other wolves in his lifetime, let alone one that was blind. Everything about her seemed so normal to him, yet she was indeed a unique creature like none he had ever encountered before. That intrigued Rasalas, no other wolf on this island was like this female before him; or at least Rasalas would not have believed a soul who attempted to tell him otherwise. Rasalas remained silent now while she hunted, and although she spoke to him, he was awaiting her completion before continuing. The very last thing he needed was to do something awkward and cause her to lose concentration or startle the small hares to dart away.

The femme began eating, thus the brute deemed it an appropriate time to respond to her prior statement. "There was an accident of sorts, I have not been able to find them sense. I still like to believe that they are alive out there somewhere," the brute shifted uncomfortably as the femme offered him food. It was not like him to take other creature's kill, the brute was not a scavenger and was a rather strong hunter. This skill was one he most prided himself in. The fur on his neck stood on end for a moment as his temperature began to rise. The brute dug his front paws deep into the sand and lifted his cranium as far towards the sky as possible. This with a few deep breaths managed to cleanse his tunnel vision for the moment. Deep inside the brute was still rather aggravated. He had been raised a hunter, it was in his blood to provide to the others around him... especially to females.

"I greatly appreciate your offer, but I am not hungry at the moment," his tail wagged quickly as he spoke. Rasalas was trying to calm himself down, trying to rationalize with the demons deep within himself. 'She knows not of your superb abilities, do not let her see this side of you so soon.' The brute took a few steps away from the femme and began pacing slightly, still close enough to her that they could maintain conversation; yet, far enough away that the brute did not believe he was going to end up causing her any physical harm. His golden optics were on the femme at all times, watching her closely while she ate. He tried to focus on neither the anger or her beauty, but on the dead creature she was feasting on. Anything would do in order to keep his mind from completely snapping. Anything to prevent the tunnel vision.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img32/3526/ariesptmid.png] As Aries crunched upon the little rabbit bones, sucking on the marrow with sheer delight, she let out a laugh. ”There haven’t been any others here in years; they all left, or died. No wolf wants to live in this desert.” she scoffed, shaking her head sadly. ”I don’t understand why not, this place has been my home since I was conceived.” Aries continued, becoming lost in her memories. She remembered being a pup, learning about her strange, blank world, playing with her parents. She remembered her first prey she’d caught herself, which had been a small mouse. Aries smiled to herself, lost in thoughts, but the world was brought back down by the brutes’ jarring words. ’Darling?’ she thought scathingly, feeling her irritation with the stranger rise. He had no right to call her that! ’He thinks he knows me…right. Talk to me like that…I should just…’ her thoughts grumbled sourly. Aries shoved the voice from her mind, taking a deep breath before she replied. ”Yes,” she told him quietly, turning her face away from him. ”I am blind, and I was born this way.” she continued, still in her calm, quiet voice. For some reason, she believed that he didn’t know she was blind. Her anger faded from her body, leaving a slightly lost feeling. She had never had a wolf not care that she was blind. She never heard a brute call her darling, besides her father of course, and she most certainly had never been called – ”Beautiful?” Aries repeated blankly, whipping her head around to face him. ”Did you just - ?” she stammered, feeling as if her tongue were overlarge in her maw. Blinking rapidly, the femme shook herself violently, as if that would somehow help her. ”I…I’m not….” she muttered, her brain full of fluff. Clearing her throat, Aries tried again. ”For one, I don’t act blind because I was born this way. It’s normal. It’s not like I could see my whole life and all of a sudden I don’t now…” she started, her words coming out slowly as she struggled to think. ”And I do look blind…you just can’t see it, it’s too dark…” she mumbled, an involuntary whimper passing her muzzle. ”I’m not…beautiful. I can’t be. You don’t understand what I’ve gone through. What wolves have said. What they’ve done.” Aries cut herself off, feeling as if she had said too much. Biting back her words, the female exhaled deeply. Old memories were flooding back into her mind, hateful words filling her ears, making her tremble. She could feel tears coming, but she tried to hold them back. Gulping in the air, she tried to regain control of herself, but her body was crouched instinctively to the ground, in fear and sorrow. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop it. So far though, she kept the tears at bay. After a few minutes, her shaking subsided, and Aries was proud that hardly a tear had trickled from her white eyes. She had been unable to stop the flooding of emotion that wracked through her frame, but at least it hadn’t gotten out of hand. ”I-I’m sorry.” she mumbled, turning away. ”I just…I haven’t had the best of times with others…and I’m also sorry about your sisters. I hope they turn up soon.” she continued, sighing sadly. At the mention of not being hungry, Aries merely nodded. ”That’s fine. I just didn’t want to be rude.” she told him, snagging the last rabbits with her claws. She struggled to finish the last youngster, and had to turn away from the mamma rabbit. ”Let a coyote get that…” she muttered absentmindedly, taking it in her jowls and tossing it away. It landed with a sad, muffled little flump in the sand a good ten feet away. Aries turned her face towards the brute and stepped closer to him. ”You never told me your name…what do they call you?” she asked him softly, attempting to smile at him. Words;; 666 Muse;; Fine. Mood;; Confused, upset, lonely. Notes;; Shorter than the last, I just didn't ant to make it so long xD

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The brute shivered for a moment, he was still feeling slightly shaken up about what he had told the femme. None of it had been a lie, but Rasalas was not known to be quite so forward, especially not with the females. This female was indeed different, and he didn't believe it was because she was born and could not see. He listened to her speak while his thoughts continued to whisper in the back of his mind. 'You're so foolish sometimes, Rasalas,' and the brute shook his cranium back for a moment in an attempt to clear these thoughts from his head. At least for the time being no anger was flaring throughout his body. Rasalas felt very calm, a bit flustered and embarrassed still, yet highly calm compared to his anger flare ups he had suffered from not long before. "This land is not suitable for all creatures," his words rolled lightly from his maw, "It is quite a difficult place to live for some." The brute shrugged slightly. He was truly unsure what had happened to all the creatures that used to walk upon this terrain. Perhaps they truly had all died, that disappointed Rasalas slightly, it ruined his perfect idea about pack life... or maybe they had all moved and the femme just did not know it. For she was after all blind.

As he continued to listen to the female speak a great sadness filled his soul. 'And you were getting angry at this poor femme,' now the brute felt rather ashamed of himself. How could he have been so dense and cruel. 'Thankfully you kept it within yourself, you do not wish to make yourself look like a complete fool.' The brute truly was humiliated, but did his best to hide it from the femme. After all, she knew not what rage had been momentarily set off within the brute. "You do not deserve to go through additional hardships, especially not from the creatures that are just using you to make themselves feel better," he shook his head slightly, a different sort of anger beginning to form in him. Rasalas was slightly startled that already he was feeling protective over the femme before him. She knew not even his name, yet he was growing angry for the cruelties that others had done to her. "I speak no lies to you," he spoke softly, his voice slightly trailing off at the end.

Once again, the topic of his dearest sisters was brought up and his mind was flooded with thoughts of them as just small whelps. He could almost hear their laughter echoing through his ears, almost feel their small heads nuzzling up to him for warmth through the winter. If Rasalas was not so prideful he probably would have began tearing up, alas though he could never bring himself to do that. Especially not with this femme before him. In his head he could hear their small whimpering voices calling out to him not long after their family had died, they truly idolized him. He was like their father, even when the family was still alive, Rasalas had cared for them dearly. He had spent his time educating them on how best to survive. The poor brute truly was on a hunt to get them back, and this hunt would be the most challenging one of his life.

"I hope so as well, and you need to find better wolves to associate with, ones that don't treat you poorly. There is nothing wrong with being different," he permitted a small smile to creep over his maw. The brute's nervousness was beginning to fade away slightly now that the femme seemed calmer. 'Maybe she is beginning to realize that we mean no ill will to her,' the brute chuckled at his own thoughts. "My apologies my dear Aries," he spoke fluidly, more with ease now that the tension was drifting from the air. "They call me Rasalas," the brute flicked his tail a few times, allowing his relaxation to be more visible.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img32/3526/ariesptmid.png] Aries nodded slightly in agreement, knowing that the Occasus could hardly be called a haven for most wolves – in fact, it was more of a hell for most of the wolves who wandered Anikira. Her mind wandered up to the northern territories, and a shiver passed through her body. She could hardly picture those lands, all cold and filled with snow. Of course, her thoughts weren’t exactly accurate, as she didn’t really know much about the other territories, and they were only snowy for part of the year. But still, Aries didn’t like to picture herself there; her body was well-adapted to the hot climate of the Occasus, and she liked it where she was. Besides, if she left, she’d have to learn an entirely new territory, and she would be at a disadvantage. Aries shook her head, doubting herself for the first time. Was she only normal here, in her natal home? Her blindness would be a disability, were she anywhere else. She lowered her gaze to the sand, wishing she could see it. Aries had never been bitter about being blind, but she was suddenly wondering what it would be like to actually see… Finally, Aries spoke. ”Living anywhere is not without challenges. But…the Occasus has been my home. I just can’t see myself living anywhere else.” she murmured, mostly speaking to herself. Aries lowered her body onto the cooled sand, resting her head on her paws with a soft whine. What was she going to do? Hearing Rasalas’ voice yet again, her ears flicked in his direction, letting him know that she was listening. His voice comforted her, if only slightly. It was rather strange, for Aries did not trust strangers very often, as many of them had broken her spirit. But this brute seemed different. It was as if he actually cared for her feelings. ”I am not sure I deserve anything.” the Mexican female stated blandly, turning her milky eyes upon Rasalas. ”I have never had a friend. There must be a reason for that!” she cried, anger, frustration and sorrow clear in each word that came from her creamy maw. In a way, Aries was desperate for answers. Why was she treated so badly by strangers? Why did they think her incompetent? She was blind, for Tor’s sake, not mentally handicapped! A growl rumbled in her throat and she stood suddenly, striding up to Rasalas. She stood before him, the moonlight striking her body. It seemed to glow as her eyes did, in the pitch blackness of a moonless night. ”Tell me,” Aries whispered, nearly nose-to-nose with the wolf, her white orbs gleaming in the half-light, ”Why are you so different? Why do you not think me a freak? You speak with kindness, from your heart, you feel sorry, I can tell – just, not like all those others. It feels like you care.” she murmured, his scent filling her nostrils. Aries turned her muzzle away, pointing it slightly downward. It was nothing submissive – it merely showed her sorrow in a way that was much less degrading that bawling all over the poor male. Upon Rasalas’ next words, Aries chuckled, although it sounded rather bitter. ”So I am different, then. I’m an outcast.” she muttered, moving away from the wolf in front of her. ”It’s no wonder all those wolves treated me like a freak. Anything different is strange, unnatural. The wolves fear the unusual…” Aries added, sitting back in her haunches, facing away from Rasalas. As the male apologized, Aries shook her head again. ”Don’t be.” she said shortly, not really caring about what had happened earlier. ”It’s nice to meet you, Rasalas.” she told him, adding in an undertone, ”Can’t say I’ve ever heard those words from my mouth before now, let me tell you…” Feeling as if she needed to make more of an effort at conversing, Aries spoke again. ”So, Rasalas, what are your plans? Since your sisters’ are not here, are you going to travel elsewhere…?” she asked him, noticing with surprise that she actually cared if he left. She wasn’t completely certain, but the femme believed that she might be a tad upset should Rasalas leave. After all, he was the first kind wolf she’d met in quite a while. Surely it was natural for her to want company, even if he was a stranger? She’d been alone too long, it seemed… Words;; 733 Muse;; Good! Mood;; Sad, wondering, and then unsure about how she feels. Notes;; I love Ras <3

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Rasalas was no fool, he could tell that the femme loved her home. It was evident in every way she spoke about the land, and even with the way she moved. She had grown up here, she knew the terrain and thus could care for herself. The brute was thoroughly impressed with her hunting skills and her knowledge of the area even though she had never seen it. However, he could not help but feeling that a pack would be beneficial to her. Having others to support and love and care for her. That was what pack life was for, it was security. Instantly, Rasalas knew what he had to do. 'You must gain acceptance into a pack,' a smile crossed his features as the entire scenario played within his mind, 'You can ensure this beauties safety for the rest of her life. Maybe she will even find love there,' a pang of jealousy swelled throughout Rasalas as he thought of the femme finding someone else. Alas, he knew that anyone who would care for her would be better than her being alone. As long as they properly loved the femme.

"I understand how difficult it can be leaving your home, and everything you've grown to know," the brute spoke in a sorrowful tone as the image of his mother and father dying floated through his mind. "But have you ever thought of being a part of a pack? Of having others that will protect and care for you the same as you do for them?" his voice remained soft, he wanted her to join with him. He didn't want to leave her alone any longer than she had to be. The thought of giving the femme a quick lick crossed his mind multiple times, but he was rather certain that would startle her and be too invasive. The brute was friendly, but he was not one to intentionally cross boundaries. Not when he was feeling right in the head anyway.

As the femme's emotions poured out as she inquired about the others treating her poorly, Rasalas' heart broke yet again. He could not bear to hear such a beauty speak with such heartache. "I do care Aries," a shy undertone was brought forth with this statement, "I know you are perfectly able to defend yourself and survive, but what if a group of rogues decided to pillage the land?" The brute began pacing softly, his shoulders stiff from the tense thoughts rolling once again through his mind. He could just visualize her getting ripped to shreds or raped by some group of creatures that cared for nothing but themselves. It nearly made him mad. "I do not believe a female, especially one as pretty as yourself, should be alone. I am not trying to say you are incapable of surviving, I just am afraid that something terrible could happen. I have seen what awful things can happen even when you have a family, I don't want to imagine you going through those alone." The brute turned his crania away from her as he finished speaking.

Rasalas began to feel slightly nervous that perhaps he was telling the femme more than was safe to tell her. Yet, he did not want to sugar coat or lie to her. A quiet sigh escaped the brute's maw and a golden glance was cast again towards the beautiful femme who had only moments before been nose to nose with him. "The pleasure is all mine Aries, I am glad I ran into you tonight. And, I know not where I will go next, but if you would enjoy my company I will happily stay for awhile. If I go anywhere, it would be to find us somewhere safe," the brute's voice trailed off and his mind made up a quick decision.

With a few soft steps forward the brute was next to Aries and he gave her a gentle lick on the side of her face along with a light nibble on the ear. His auds flickered for a quick moment before he moved his crania to gently nuzzle her neck and side. Rasalas knew that he wanted to be close to the femme, perhaps because of his lack of closeness with any wolf; let alone a female. Somehow he knew that being near the femme was the 'right' thing for him to do. It made him feel happy inside, and as long as she was not bothered by it, then it was a wise action. The brute remained silent as he proceeded nuzzling her for a few more moments, words could only ruin the moment.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img32/3526/ariesptmid.png] Aries winced slightly as the conversation shifted towards a less desirable topic: Leaving home. The Mexican wolf whimpered, pressing her muzzle into the sand and childishly covering her auds as Rasalas spoke of joining a pack. She shook her head violently so that her ears flapped, before she raised her head and growled angrily, ”No, I haven’t. Not in a year at least. The last pack I tried to join…they wanted no part of me.” Her anger wasn’t directed at him, not at all, but directed at her memories. She remembered it clearly, as it had been one of the worst moments in her life. She’d left the protection of her parents and traveled into a nearby territory. She’d asked for acceptance within the pack, but the alpha merely laughed at her, saying that his pack had no need for a blind wolf. After she’d gotten angry with him and tried to tell him that she could hunt and fight decently, he in turn became angered. The alpha had called his fellow pack members, and they had driven her from the territory. Ever since then, she’d kept herself confined to the Occasus. ”Rasalas,” she sighed softly, shaking her head in sorrow, ”No pack would ever want him. They all consider me a hindrance, a nothing, someone to waste food on.” Aries stood, shaking out her fur, her clouded eyes gleaming with what might have been tears. ”The last pack I tried to join…do you know what they said to me? They said I was better off dead, that I would achieve nothing in life.” she whispered mournfully, a few tears falling upon the dry sand. ”No wolf wants to take care of a blind one. No wolf would want me to take care of them, either. No one has ever asked for my help. But you know what? I’ve never asked for anyone’s help, either.” Aries whimpered quietly, though her face became stronger, bolder, towards the end. Aries prided herself on not requiring help from another wolf, felt as if she had achieved something by living life as a lone – if blind - wolf. The wolf knew that she would never feel proud of herself if she were to rely on a pack to feed her, or give her shelter, protect her – nothing! Aries could never do it; it would mean that she was weak, and unfit to care for herself. And by Tor she would die by torture before she let her soul become weak. Aries, about to open her maw to continue her argument, was stalled by Rasalas’ next words. ’He…cares…for me?’ her thoughts came out slow, as if they were unable to understand what the brute had just said. Aries wondered whether she caught a touch of shyness within his words, and she suddenly felt panicky. What was she getting herself into? The female shook her head violently, arguing as soon as his tongue was stilled. ”Look, Rasalas, the Occasus has been inactive for over a year! No one has walked these lands in so long! Why would a group of rogues suddenly come to this desert and wreak havoc? Frankly, most would believe it’s already enough of a hell without that sort of chaos!” Aries ranted, pacing around and around in a circle about the brute. She heard his pawsteps, knowing that he too was pacing as she ranted vehemently. Groaning slightly, Aries stopped and turned her sightless orbs upon him. As Rasalas continued his speech, Aries plopped herself in the dust, feeling worn. She could scent dawn in the air, and knew that morning could be naught but a few hours away. The female grimaced at his words, but she allowed him to finish before speaking in a tone of forced calm. ”Rasalas…I’ve done just fine on my own. I’ve been alone for a while now, and I don’t think I would want to join a pack.” she murmured, forcing herself to calm down once again. Just as before, Aries was not angry with the brute, she was merely frustrated. After all, they were hardly more than strangers to each other, and already he was attached to her? She found it a little odd, though…albeit slightly comforting. At least she had one wolf that cared about what happened to her. Aries offered her new acquaintance a gentle smile as he spoke of staying, even though she hadn’t fully made up her mind yet. ”I would not mind the company…but if you wish to find a pack, I will pray to Tor that you find one.” she started quietly, keeping her voice level and trying to not give away too much appreciation of his willingness to stay. She blinked a few times, thinking about how to continue, but at that moment, she heard Rasalas step forward. She felt his warm tongue caress her face, and her body seemed to seize up. What just happened? ”Ras-“ Aries stuttered, only to be cut off as hear ear was nipped. She fell silent, completely at a loss for what to say. A small part of her brain jolted in fear, wondering for a wild moment if he was going to try something with her. ’He most certainly will not!’ her thoughts screeched heatedly. Aries was a virgin, and her innocence caused her to panic, but when Rasalas started to nuzzle her, it froze just as everything else did. She didn’t truly believe he would take advantage of her. Although Aries was severely nervous by all this close contact, part of her knew that Rasalas was just lonely. She was lonely too, but obviously not like he was. The female sighed inwardly, turning her face to nuzzle him back gently. He had been so kind to her; it felt as if the least she could do was repay him for his kindness and his lack of judging her cruelly. Aries felt that maybe, just maybe, she had the start of what could be a great friendship. Pulling slowly away from the brute, Aries murmured gently, ”Thank you, Rasalas. I..I needed that.” She didn’t dare mention that she only needed a small part of whatever that was, and she could only hope that his feelings didn’t progress into something that she couldn’t agree – or commit- to. Words;; 1045 Muse;; Superb! Mood;; Worn, confused, scared and then grateful. Notes;; My best post with her, evar. Awesome late night post. xD

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Scout had been on his own for basically a year now. It was so weird, this feeling of being alone all the time. A part of him had gotten used to it but, he didn't really like it. He always in-visioned himself with a pack to live in and maybe a few pups of his own by now. His life was already almost half over. Next year would be his half-way point. He didn't know about other breeds but, Iranians rarely lived passed ten years old. It was scary to think about his life as being close to being over. It seemed like it was yesterday that he had just left his parents and ran to the shinning meadow that he visited every so often.

His travels had brought him all around the island, in search of different herbs to keep around himself in case he ran across a wolf in need of medical attention. He never charged any wolf for his herbs. He helped them because he wanted to, not to gain something. Though, nowadays, a nice meal would be nice. He had been eating little things that he had gotten by himself for the last few days and that great big meal that Elu had brought down for him certainly helped. Scout would be forever grateful for that meal. It helped him keep going. It gave him the strength to hunt for himself again without becoming so exhausted that he had to sleep for several hours. Now, he could hunt a few times a day and be just fine. He had even gained a few pounds in the last week or two. He was well on his way to getting back to his 70 pound healthy weight.

This dessert place seemed quite nice to Scout. The heat didn't bother him much, he actually liked it. It would be good for sun bathing later and for the first time in a while, he didn't feel the slightest bit cold.

He scanned the sand for various herbs that may be here. Dessert flowers were also on his list of things he wanted to see because, he had heard that they were the most beautiful flowers that a wolf could ever see. He held a little makeshift basket in his mouth, filled with different herbs that he had found already while he was here.

Then, a smell entered into his nostrils. It was the smell of other wolves! Scouts tail began to wag at the thought of meeting more wolves. It was always a new adventure with strangers. But, strangers were just friends you haven't met yet so, Scout took it upon himself to approach them. One was a female, seemingly a mexican and the other was a male, seemingly a red wolf. They seemed to be talking or cuddling..or something. It made Scout sigh a bit on the inside. How he wished that he could find a partner like that. They couldn't possibly be related..because they were of different breeds so, it couldn't have been a brother and sister type affection. Well, he still wanted to talk to them whether he was interrupting something or not. It looked like he wouldn't have been interrupting anything anyway because the female looked to be pulling away from the male.

When he was in their presence, he bet his basket down and smiled at them. He probably looked very creepy but, he didn't care. He was happy to be able to talk with others. His tail wagged slightly as he introduced himself to them. Hello uhm..I hope i'm not interrupting anything. He looked at both of them, still smiling but, a bit less with his crooked smile. Then, it dawned on him that maybe this was a pack's land. He never bothered with boarders, he saw them more as suggestions but, being a loner and walking straight through a pack's territory and then speaking with two of it's members without a care in the world, might get him killed. He soon sat down, showing submission to them if that was indeed the case and if not then, they would at least know that he wouldn't attack them.

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[atrb=background,http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/1830/rasmid.png] The brute was grateful for the nuzzle that the femme gave him in return, the warmth still radiated within his skin for a few moments even after she moved away from him. A soft smile crossed his lips, "Thank you, Aries," he spoke her name gently and cast an admiring glance in her direction. "I do believe that there are other wolves out there who will not treat you as poorly as the others had." Rasalas believed with all that was within himself that they could find somewhere safe to live; yet, Aries' resistance proved to be the largest issue he would have to face. How was he to convince her to leave these barren desert lands and join a group? The brute stood and began pacing again for a moment before the scent of another creature swept across his nose. Auds began to flicker slightly, trying to detect where the beast was coming from. Rasalas quickly identified the scent as that of another brute. Within a moment the entirety of his mindset had changed. He found himself on guard, what if this bitch had done nothing more than lie to him. Attempt to trick him into believing she was just some blind creature that no one had loved in an attempt to get some love and attention. His paws carried him once again back and forth across the sand, back to his pacing routine once again. 'This is probably the brute she sees upon a regular basis, one who spends most of his time with her.' Thoughts pounded throughout the brute's mind, and he began to think that perhaps now would indeed be a wise opportunity to leave. Rasalas had heard stories about whores from his family, and they were not the type that he outwardly wanted to be associated with. His embarrassment was thorough, there was no other explanation. Clearly this Aries was just some desert slut that used males to make herself feel better. And to believe that he viewed her as something more than just a blind bitch. The brute dug his front claws deep into the cool sand, his golden optics narrowing upon his own feet. In his mind the visualizations of ripping another wolf's throat out began to flash through. Once more the brute's temperature was rising, the rage growing. All was going black in his eyes. The world was fading and dripping into blacks and greys, the happiness he had previously been experiencing fading away. Rasalas felt like a fool. He had allowed himself to be played by a creature who cared not an ounce for the kindness he had extended towards her. Auds twisted to catch the sound of the newcomming brute's voice. He seemed awkward, perhaps as if he had not expected Rasalas to be there. The red brute stifled the growl that almost emitted his frame. A piercing glance was shot towards the newcomer, and Rasalas took in his size almost instantaneously. 'If it comes to it, I will have no issue taking this one down,' and almost instantly that thought was squashed, 'No, I must leave if the tension rises too high. I will not be the reason that another wolf can not return home to his family.' With a few more deep breaths, the red one managed to calm his fury to a more manageable level. "No," he spoke shortly, "You were not interrupting a thing." He took a few steps away from Aries. He still half believed that this femme had faked her tears and loneliness from a few moments before. The thoughts still enraged him, this brute must surely know who the femme was. There was no reason for him to casually wander through the desert unless... Rasalas was right. He had told Aries that many others used to roam these lands, and perhaps her avoidance of them had been all coincidental. Or maybe she chose to ignore them due to her horrid previous experiences. The gears within his mind began turning, and for the moment his pacing stopped, maybe this would be proof to Aries. Proof that other wolves were not nearly as bad as she believed. Alas, the brute was rather torn in how to react to the newcomer, and decided to lay low and see how the femme and the Iranian acted towards each other.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img32/3526/ariesptmid.png] Aries’ smile looked as if it had been stolen straight from Rasalas’ maw, so similar they looked. She obviously couldn’t see it, though, and could only wonder what his face showed. Once more, her thoughts started to cloud her mind just as her eyes were; what did Rasalas look like? Was he similar in color to Aries? The Mexican female had been told by her parents what colors her pelt and face held, but she didn’t truly know what the colors actually looked like. All she knew was that the rust tint in her fur was warm, similar in color to the leaves that fell from the trees in the fall, that black shadows rippled across her back, whilst ivory cream lay upon her muzzle and cheeks. The black in her pelt was the one thing Aries knew – her parents had explained to her that she saw blackness, being blind. ”Rasalas?” Aries murmured quietly, moving her body closer to the Red brute. She wanted to ask him what he looked like, or why he thought her beautiful, but she felt it too personal. In the moonlight, Aries blushed and lowered her gaze. ”Nevermind.” she said quietly, shaking her head for what felt like the tenth time that night. She felt the brute get up and brush past her, and she was about to follow before another scent struck her nose. ’How many loners are going to show up?’ she thought in mild desperation. Rasalas had been enough anxiety for the week; Aries wasn’t ready to meet another wolf so soon. Scenting the air, she learned it was another brute, and she froze up again. She had been lucky with Rasalas, with the fact that he seemed to be a gentleman, but she’d heard stories of rogue brutes who liked to take advantage of females. Fear flooded her body, and she backed away, suddenly desperate for shelter. As the sound of paws crunched closer, Aries stopped. She wasn’t going to run, not ever again. She refused to back down. Her hackles rose slightly, and a low growl came from between her clenched teeth. Had she been able to see the newcomer, Aries would have noticed right away that he was no threat to her. However, being blind, she often wasn’t aware of how the other would act unless they actually did something. Any visual clues given were beyond poor Aries’ abilities to perceive. When the brute spoke however, the femme allowed herself to calm down. He’d sounded…nervous, or a little embarrassed. Aries felt as if she’d been stunned momentarily. She blinked, shaking the feeling away, along with some dust that had clung to her pelt when she’d lain down. Ears swiveled towards Rasalas as he spoke, and Aries nodded in agreement to his words. She wasn’t sure how to respond – yes, the brute actually had interrupted their conversation, and he could have let them know he was there beforehand, but what was done was done, and the femme could do nothing about it. Instead, she edged towards Rasalas slightly, out of instinct for the most part. ”So…um – you will be staying for a while, Rasalas?” Aries questioned gently. She definitely didn’t want to be left alone now, especially with another stranger. Turning slightly towards the stranger, Aries muttered, ”It seems everyone wants to take my home away from me, now. What’s your name, brute?” Her tone was slightly harsh, more out of fear than actual displeasure; she simply didn’t want to be run out of the only home she’d ever known, and if more wolves kept showing up, it was a very real possibility. If so many loners came together in the desert, Aries would probably be forced from her home, as others wouldn’t mind challenging a blind female. Still, she’d never go down without a fight. Rasalas’ words echoed through her mind: ”Have you ever thought of being a part of a pack? Of having others that will protect and care for you the same as you do for them?”

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’What if I… - but no, only a crazy wolf would join a pack that was run by a blind femme…’ Aries whimpered softly, dreams of living peacefully in her home coming to a halt. Soon there would be too many loners, and she would be forced to leave. Turning her muzzle towards Rasalas, Aries wondered if she would ever follow him. It would be safer for her, but still, they were hardly friends. A whimper came from her maw as she struggled with her thoughts.

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Scout had received severely different messages from both wolves. Yes, he could have done a bit more to introduce himself beforehand but, of course that thought hadn't come to him. The male seemed very tense but, in an angry way. Was that brute going to attack him? Geez, that was a scarey thought. Scout didn't think that he could take a fight from..anyone..ever..especially with his weight being so low. He had met one Red wolf before and she as well as quite aggressive. He tried not to judge the breed but, it was hard to not believe that they were all like that. He was no threat to either of them. He was no threat to anyone. He was merely a shaman looking for herbs that dropped in to say hello to a few strangers because he felt lonely. That was all, that was it, nothing more.

The female was tense in another way, like she was afraid of him. She growled at him but then, she relaxed a bit and calmed herself down. At first, he didn't understand why one would change their opinion about a wolf so quickly but, then he noticed her eyes. Ah, she was blind. She couldn't see him very well or, at all. That made sense now. He would be scared out of his mind if a stranger walked up to him that he couldn't see and start talking to him. He understood now.

The female asked the male who was apparently names Rasalass if he was going to be staying a while very softly. Scout could barely hear it. But, he did hear the next thing that she said as she turned her head to her. His ears fell flat on his head and he looked down at the sand below him. He never meant to hurt anyone or intrude on anything. He looked back to the mexican female. I'm sorry, I didn't know that this was your home. I was merely looking for herbs. Scout was trying to explain himself to her. If he would have known that this was claimed territory or, had taken the time to actually check if it was claimed, he would have at least asked permission instead of waltzing right in like some sort of horrible person. My name is Scout. He told her solemnly. He was truly sorry for making her feel like he was trying to take her home from her. That was not the reason why he came here. He felt as though he was becoming a burden wherever he went. He had been a burden on Akihra and now he was being a burden on this female whom he didn't even know. He was disgusted with himself. He wanted to leave but, something told him to stay. Maybe it was just sadness and the unmotivated to actually get up. At this point, he didn't care if the red wolf tore him a part or not. He was a bad wolf.