stranger in a strange land -- ! [VORILYE]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] Noella lay within the dens of Descai, an unintentional intruder. Okay, so she wasn't an intruder exactly... But she hadn't picked which territory to wash up on! The sea had dumped her within the confines of Acerbus and the wolves here had been kind enough to drag her to safety. Kind... Now there was an odd word to describe the wolves within this pack. Who would have thought the hardened wolves of Descai would take pity on one as weak as herself? They had taken her in, brought her to their dens, and let her recover in relative peace. Or at least that was all she could assume. The poor dear had been unconscious for two days. Almost comatose, her body insisted on rest to repair itself. Her muscles ached, her stomach was empty, and if not for a strong need of water she probably would have slept longer. Alas, Noella finally awoke with a start, gasping for air, lungs wheezing as she was pulled into consciousness. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, hell it even hurt to see. Aqua orbs peered into the darkness of the mines, the faint light coming in still too much for her weakened state. She was hungry and thirsty, and her head was pounding. But unlike when she had washed up on the shores, this time Noella was alone. She took her time in getting up, eyes and ears slowly adjusting. The mines were cool against her heated flesh, her body having been feverish. For a long time she just lay there, staring into the darkness, trying to get a handle on everything that had happened. She could tell that these were a pack's dens, the scent of others strong. How she had gotten here, however, she did not know. Where she was she could not remember. Her memory had blocked out the trauma of the sea. The last thing she knew, she had been sitting on a beach in a far away land, contemplating life or death. Rising to very shaky paws, Noella collapsed almost immediately. Her front legs buckled and she hit the ground hard, whimpering from the impact. Unlike last time, however, she would not give in. She needed food and especially water. Trying again, she made it up onto her feet and, though she struggled, managed to hold up her weight this time. One step, two step, she made it closer to the den's entrance before her body gave out again. This time her back legs folded in, causing her to sit down hard. Unless her basic needs were tended to, chances were she wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Thus, she let out a very weak call, the whiny howl bouncing off the walls of the mine. "Someone help me, please..."

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] After dealing with Amyntas and Kallik, the brute thought it to only be natural to take a well-deserved nap in the dens. Like the arrogant alpha that he was, Vorilye pranced right in and nearly fell right over the unconscious body of a "sleeping" femme. The alpha let out a surprised snarl as he rolled, his paws going straight over his head as he nearly slammed into one of the walls of the mines. "Who the hell left a dead body here?!" he hollered angrily, his voice echoing off the walls of the mines and multiplying as the sound delved deeper and deeper into the shafts. It was only at this point that the brute noticed the rise and fall of the femme's chest as she naturally pulled air into her lungs. She was alive, albeit barely. A different matter of business was in order. "Who left this almost dead body in here?" the brute corrected as he grumbled it to himself, using his muzzle to cautiously prod at the femme. She seemed to be alive at the moment, but she was in terrible shape. From the salty smell of her coat, the alpha presumed that she had been dragged up on the tide. This was growing more and more common with the passing days as the waters continued to bring more strangers to Anikira. Sooner or later, they were going to be forced into tighter areas because of all the encroachers. Something would need to be dome about them, and quickly. Vorilye was lost deep in thought when a gargled, shallow howl escaped the femme's mouth. The alpha puffed up his fur like a cat, startled by the sudden noise coming from the wolf's muzzle. "I hear you, scruffy," he grumbled to the female, his golden eyes staring at her distrustfully as he circled her body. Even in her malnourished shape, Vorilye was hesitant of any and all wolves. He did not stay alive by trusting other wolves, that was damn certain. He needed to keep his guard up, regardless of the severity of the situation or the lack thereof. "What do you want, femme?" he asked, staring down at the wolf as if she were a foreign substance on his pack lands. In a way, she was, but he would not make those thoughts so commonly known, at least until she could stand and face him. Maybe he would get a proper introduction and an explanation as to why she was passed out in his dens, especially with other wolves right outside. How had she gotten past them? Or had they let her in? There were so many questions rushing through the brute's mind that it was a wonder his head had not yet exploded. "Well? I don't have all day, you know." His inconsiderate demeanor could have been somewhat endearing if the femme had not been on the brink of death. Vorilye's patience with this situation was growing thin. He needed a nap, and she was preventing him from reaching his end goal. So long as he ended up getting what he wanted, he could not care less what happened to this wolf. Throw her back into the ocean, for all he cared. Perhaps he was not quite so heartless as to turn her back to sea, but Vorilye was not overly thrilled about her being bunkered up in his dens, either. She was intruding on the most sanctified place of his pack, and her loner germs were crawling all over the walls. What was to stop other lone wolves from thinking that they, too had the right to waltz right in and sleep on his floor? Perhaps next they would take residence deeper in the minds. Maybe then he could simply go shove them into the depths while they slept. It would be entertaining, at least. Vorilye's golden eyes watched. He was waiting. Count | 655 words Muse | Alright. Tags | Noella Notes | I got a little bit of a sense of humor with this one.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] It was not intruding if the Beta had let her rest here. And even then, the Descai wolves were all she'd really had to interact with (not that she'd done much interacting considering her poor state of health). If anything she was starting to smell more like one of them than she was a loner and if it wasn't for the lingering scent of salt on her fur it would have been even more difficult to distinguish her origin. Home... Across the sea... In all honesty her short time in these dens had been more homely than anything she'd encountered in the past. They were stationary, stable, and though it had seemed the others had forgotten about her it was still better than wasting away on her own. Shaky limbs tried to pick her back up, body recoiling at the sound of a strong, masculine voice. Noella had not realized that someone was already so close by. She hadn't thought to use her nose and her head was pounding so much that hearing was difficult. It did not help that the stranger seemed to be shouting at her. At least, she was perceiving it as shouting. It was loud and powerful as it echoed around the dens, engulfing her. The Tundra femme did not like it. Terrified, a shiver ran down her spine, body trembling and fur standing on end. Her tail was curled so far between her hind legs that it hurt and her ears could not flatten further against her skull. Fear was plain in her aqua eyes as she peered up at the black and gold male. And then, just as quickly as she'd stolen a peek her gaze was hidden again, eyes squeezing tightly shut as she let out another whimper. She looked every bit as pathetic as she felt, half drowned and extremely submissive. The only behavior that could further lower her was if she were to roll over and expose her belly to the mighty male (which she would if he continued to frighten her). If it kept her alive, she would do it. But, more importantly, he had asked her a question. What did she want? Well the answer to that was rather easy: food, water, shelter. They were the basic needs of any creature, the essence of survival. If she wanted to keep her life, which she was least half sure she did, then she would need all of those things. Pathetically she whined again. How was she supposed to tell him? Pathetically her jaws parted, letting out a puff of air. What was supposed to be the word "help" was more of a swallowed up "H" that disintegrated into a whimper. When she tried again, the result was no better. Ashamed of herself, Noella slumped to the ground defeated. She couldn't do this. She could not request the assistance she needed. Her lightly colored body continued to tremble and she tucked her nose under her paws. The brute could do with her as he pleased. If he wanted her gone, he could get rid of her. He would most likely have to drag her as she could barely support her own weight, but if she was not allowed to stay then so be it. This was it, her one chance for survival. If it did not pan out then she would most likely die out in the woods. Which brought us to the real question. How much pity lay in Vorilye's heart for a creature no better than a limp puppet?

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] Vorilye stared at the pathetic wolf as she attempted to form words to no avail. With the opportunity to think about it, the alpha vaguely recalled Shayde alerting him to the "dying" or "drowned" femme they had left in the dens for him to handle. Sometimes he just wished his beta would take care of all the dirty work so he would not have to, but with his perfectionistic ways, chances are she would screw something up. The brute grumbled incoherently under his breath as he poked at the femme with his nose, interested to see if she would drag her butt off the ground or not. Maybe she was going to die here. It would be one less mouth to feed in the long run. With a sigh, the brute trotted out of the dens in search of something useful. He skillfully located a bowled stone that had been hollowed from years of erosion. It was quite heavy, but some of the water from the morning's shower had pooled inside it, and he needed something to make the femme coherent. Vor was not in the mood to deal with weakness, and that was exactly what he had found, right in the heart of his happy place. It took him a good ten minutes to shove and force the stone across to the mouth of the mines, but he finally got it near enough that he could make use of it. The alpha trotted back to the femme and, without any care for her safety, seized the femme by her scruff and dragged her to the front of the den, dropping her face straight into the water. If that did not succeed in rousing her to a more conscious state, he was not sure what would. This femme was grating on his last nerve, and she had not even said a word to him. This had to be a new record. Vorilye sighed, trudging away from the limp wolf. If she drowned in that water, so be it. He would not be responsible for it. After all, he had attempted to help in his own twisted way. If she stirred, good for her. If not, well then that was one less wolf in his territory to deal with. Either way, it would benefit someone. He just was not sure who would benefit in the long run. Count | 397 words Muse | Meh. Tags | Noella Notes | I know you wanted her to join the pack and I figured a little powerplaying would get us there faster. I can change it if you so desire, oh great Nali of mine. XD

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] The male left her. Her request for help was unheeded. He had turned and walked out, leaving her alone. Leaving her to die. Maybe it was for the best. She was useless, worthless, a living corpse with no skills. Her life had been spent being pushed around and coddled by others, treated no better than an omega in some regards. Sure, the wolves of her past had kept her alive, had made sure that she survived. Because of them, though, she had never properly been socialized. She had never been taught the ways of a wolf, locked away out of sight to keep her safe. She was a doll, a showpiece, existing for the pleasures of others and never for herself. Perhaps she would be better off dead? This wasn't the first time the thought had crossed her mind... Heavy lids slipped closed over aqua eyes once again. She was alone now. When she had first washed up it seemed like the other wolves had cared. Or maybe they had taken pity on her. Either way, they'd given her shelter and left her in peace. Now that she was conscious, however, things were different. None of the wolves who'd found her had seemed to stuck around. There were lingering scents in the den, yes, scents that might have belonged to those that had found her, but she did not yet have the capabilities to identify them. She had been unconscious for so long. And as she lay there, alone for what seemed like hours (though it had only been several minutes), her mind slipped into darkness once again. It seemed her body still craved sleep. Noella had dozed into a deep slumber by the time the alpha had returned. She barely felt the way his fangs sank into her scruff, lifting her underweight frame from where it lay. The ground was rough as she was dragged but that too was not quite enough to get a rise out of her. In fact, it wasn't until she was face first in the rock full of rain water that she made any sort of protest. Inhaling deeply, water flooded her nose and throat, stinging her nasal passages. Choking, she coughed and sputtered, trying to make the sensation go away as she let out an agonizing whine. That hurt. And it reminded her of how badly everything else seemed to hurt. For the second time she felt as if she was drowning. But as she came to, it seemed her brain had actually registered what just happened. That was... fresh water? Noella released another whine, quieter this time as she sniffed at the bowl. Admittedly her face felt cleaner, eyes no longer burning slightly with the wounds of saltwater and sleep. After a moment, she reached out a tentative tongue, taking her first real taste. Then she lapped again and again, gulping up water like she hadn't had something to drink in days (which she hadn't aside from mouthfuls of seawater). The Tundra femme was greedy as she guzzled up the water, its cool embrace soothing as she finally had a proper drink. No longer was she coughing. No longer did her throat burn with the rawness of dehydration. It was almost as if the life was being pumped back into her veins. And as she licked the bowl dry, she turned bright aqua orbs on the black and gold male, releasing a pleased whimper and giving a small wag of her tail. It was the only way she could say thank you.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] The femme did not react immediately, but Vorilye had to admit he found humor in the jerk of the wolf as she realized her face had been dropped into a vat of water. He sighed impatiently, waiting for her to lift her face so that the water would not drown her - though it would not have been too much of an inconvenience to Vorilye had it happened. He would just have to get someone to deal with the body, and then they could continue on with their lives. The pack could function normally, and he could take his nap. Instead, the wolf finally stirred and started to drink before the water suffocated her. In an instant, it seemed, the water vanished and the femme was wagging her tail at him... It was a bizarre sight. Most wolves would not express thanks toward him, particularly because his actions had been purely selfish. He wanted this wolf out of his dens, and he wanted to take a nap. This was accomplishing neither of those ends, and Vorilye was starting to get angry. "Can I help you with something? I am the alpha of this pack, and I'd like to know what your intentions are in my pack lands," he snapped at the femme, hoping to stifle anymore of that happy behavior. He would not have any of it. Angel was enough for him to deal with, and even thoughts of her sent a shiver down his spine. He could not deal with another spastic wolf. He needed to put this one in her place before she started to think of him as some sort of a hero. He was not a hero, and he did not want her here. He wanted to sleep. "You are interrupting my nap time, so you best do whatever it is you need to do, and fast," he growled irritably, the lack of sleep obvious in his short temper and drooping eyes. He was about to give up on dealing with the wolf and, instead, take a well-deserved nap further back in the dens. But Vorilye's sense of self preservation was greater than his desire to sleep, and so he could not leave ends open until then. Count | 373 words Muse | Not good at all x.x Tags | Noella Notes | Not going to lie. This was a hard post for me.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] Help? Intentions? These were all things Noella wished she could communicate. Yes, she needed help. If she did not receive any she would more than likely die. She needed food, water, shelter. In time she would become somewhat self-sufficient but right now she needed care. She needed a nurse, someone to bring her back from the brink of death. And one way or another she intended to get it. Over the years the young female had become quite good at playing the part of a helpless victim. She knew how to be wounded, broken, nothing more than a plaything or toy. That's why her tailed stilled and she let out a frightened whine when her ears were assaulted by the gruff tone of the alpha. Ears pulled back, her gaze dropped to the den floor as she tried to make herself smaller. In truth, she was the picture of submission. This male could do whatever he wanted with her and she would not complain. Should he choose to drag her away and kick her out, she had no voice to protest. But if he held kindness enough in his heart to let her stay, to become one of the pack, she could live with that choice as well. Noella was a surprisingly tolerant creature. She had put up with much in her life and had lost far worse than any could imagine. And as she let out a disheartened whimper, the kind that showed she was at the mercy of the alpha, she wondered if he realized he had full control over her fate.

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] Even when Vorilye directly addressed her, the femme remained silent. It was started to grate on his nerves. That was, until he realized that she was not talking. If she was not talking, then she could not irritate him. If he was not irritated, then he could take a nap. Maybe, just maybe this wolf was not the worst company in the world. She could possibly remain here until she grew tired of his pack - which he was certain she would, as he was tired of most of them already - and then she would move on. "Whoever you are, you may stay here if you wish," he grouched with a slight smile tugging at his lips. The complete turnaround in his demeanor was mostly due to the fact that she simply was not pestering him for anything. Sure, he had attempted to drown her not moments before, but there was not a single ill word from her. All she did in response to him was cower and whine. He could deal with that. With whatever this femme called herself out of the way, the brute trotted a few paces to the back of the mines until he found a more secluded spot. It was a small niche in the wall that appeared to have been blasted out with an explosive many years ago. He turned back to look at the femme before addressing her shortly. "Femme, make sure nobody bothers me. If anyone comes here, turn them away. Unless it is Shayde... She is my beta. She is the only one who is to disturb me," he snapped in rapid succession, rattling off the instructions with as much haste as he could muster. His eyes were starting to droop, and some much needed rest was in order. The brute slipped back into his hiding place, curling his head to his front paws and allowing the gold of his muzzle to rest upon them. He could not remember the last time he had the opportunity to stop and rest. There were always wolves tugging him back and forth and every which way. Now, he could keep some time for himself, and if that femme let anyone bother him, then she would be out of his territory or back in the ocean. He was not sure yet which path he would take; likely the more entertaining of the two. The brute daydreamed of the herds that ran through Lleingas Woods and stopped to drink at Drarynough. Thoughts of sexy femmes and spending time with his pups mingled in his mind. And in a matter of minutes, the brute drifted off into one of the deepest sleeps he had ever dared to enter. Count | 450 words Muse | A little better. Tags | Noella Notes |Noella is a watchdog. *nods head*

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] The alpha actually smiled at her. That was a promising sign, was it not? Sure it was a completely turn from the mood he'd been in previously, but smiles were usually a good thing. She could pick up no malicious intent in his voice, or at least no worse than anything that had lingered in his tone before. And he was letting her stay. Noella's tail gave another slight wag, silent acceptance of his offer. She could stay. She was officially a part of the pack. Though some part of her heart was a bit skeptic, for now this was what she needed. It was a roof over her head with food and water. Getting used to the others would take some time. She could manage, though. As long as she kept herself out from underfoot and did as told, she would be fine. Which, in reality, is what she'd done all her life. Stay in the back, hidden, out of sight, not a word. She was good at keeping herself out of trouble so long as she had someone to take care of her. And who knows, maybe finally being a part of a real pack would break down some of those barriers that kept her from being a real wolf. Noella pulled back from her thoughts when the alpha spoke again. He was... giving her an order? Already? She was half dead when he found her and yet he was trusting her with a job? Slowly the female lifted herself up into a sitting position, her head bobbing up and down once in a nod. To further show her acknowledgement, she whined her consent. The job didn't sound too hard, after all. Don't let anyone in while the brute was asleep. No one but the beta... While she wasn't quite sure who the beta was, chances were such a powerful wolf would be obvious to spot. And thus she settled in to watch the mouth of the dens, intent to do what she could to keep out intruders given her waning strength.

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