With his newest pack mate by his side, Vorilye wandered with ease throughout Kamari. As the brute skirted the borders of the territory, he was careful to mark them thoroughly to ensure that no one would mistake this for free land. Kamari was under the control of Descai, and he wanted the world to know it. The alpha male had a strong dislike of trespassers, and so when he caught scent of yet another wolf in Kamari, he sighed with irritation. How long would it take him to eradicate or force all the wolves in the area to join him? These wandering strangers in his new territory simply would not do. They would have to join him, or he would make sure they were gone.
Vorilye trotted after the scent trail, his nose firm to the earth so as not to lose the trail. The black and golden wolf approached the ruins of what looked like an old human village. He had never actually been this deep into the territory before, but he had heard the rumors of the horrors that went on here. Somehow, the earth had taken the matter into its own hands and was slowly chipping the ruins into nothingness. But it would be several dozen more years before the walls that were laced with pain and suffering would disappear into oblivion. They would outlast the alpha male, and so eh would have to make do with their presence and hope that future generations would not have the reminder of the suffering of their ancestors.
The brute glanced back to ensure that he had not lost Naomi; he needn't discard the red femme so quickly. As he entered the ruins, he cautiously scanned the surroundings. The scent was close, and yet there were no wolves in sight. "I know you are there. Show yourself to the Alpha of this territory," Vorilye snapped out loudly, ensuring that any wolves who dared to hide from him would hear. Then, when he found them after they stayed hidden away, he would have a legitimate excuse to kill them. He did not need to scare off the new wolf so quickly with his brutality. For now, he would simply have to do with formalities until she acclimated herself to the pack. Whatever had come over the brute before was slowly fading back into the background. His lust for control over this land was nearly overpowering. He needed to be sure that all of Akihra's pack was gone, and those who dared to oppose him would be driven either into the loner lands or into the grave.
"Now, you don't want to hide from me, do you? That will only make things worse for you in the long run," he called out eerily, his tail held high with dominance as his golden eyes scanned once more for any movement. Satisfied that the area in front of him was clear, he padded further into the ruins, eager to find his new play thing and possibly get some more action. He either wanted sex or blood; he did not care which one. Perhaps he would get a combination of the two, as he had with Akihra. The alpha male smiled, a dark twinkle glinting in his eyes as he continued to call out for the hidden wolf to show himself. "Come out and face me, coward," he sneered, though the smirk on his face was more amused than angry.
A large part of the fun was in the foreplay. The brute could not expect to have all his toys handed to him. Vorilye needed the chase and the bloody battle in order to truly be satisfied in his fighting abilities. Whether or not he would get to demonstrate as he wished was yet to be seen. But the male was rearing for a fight, and while he would not instigate one prematurely, he still lusted for blood, even after his savage defeat of Akihra. Perhaps wandering into the heart of the femme's territory brought those feelings back to the forefront. Whatever it was, he wanted to see this land cleansed of all the wolves who conspired with the late alphess.
Count | 700 words Muse | Good. Tags | Naomi, Vega Notes | I figured our last thread was pretty good to leave it off where it was, so here's the new one. Snuff was talking about needing a thread to kill Vega, and since this was where one of her last threads was, I figured it would suffice. Little bit darker side of Vor here.
As soundless as a scampering mouse, Naomi could hardly be heard coming up from behind Alpha. She was a few feet back, searching the land for her self as the brute marked what had become his in the fight over land. Naomi had stayed clear and out of his way, trailing behind and not saying much. In fact, little had been said throughout the whole trip and it was a relief. Her company had only been her mind and to find herself in the sudden company of another could be quite exhausting, or that was the way she looked at it. They had been traveling for quite sometime and even that was less exhausting. Naomi had ventured over many territories and seen different terrain every so often. It was different, traveling with someone she hardly knew and trusting that he wasn't leading her to certain death. He'd given her somewhat of her word and she was abiding that he wouldn't lie to her.
It seemed, now, that Vorilye had picked up the scent of another wolf and one that wasn't suppose to be within the lands. Keen on following it, Naomi decided she best keep up and trotted peacefully behind him. Looking ahead, the human village was seen and wariness grew within her. Coming closer, she recognized that they were ruins, nothing more. She knew little of them and relaxing was a bit easier for her than Alpha, who was in pursuit of a trespasser. Excitement prickled at the base of her neck and Naomi made sure to move a bit quicker now. His dome was thrown back and she only nodded to say she was here, not lost, but fine and moving right along side him. Her own nose picked up the smell, but Naomi didn't know who was pack and how was not.
Sinking her neck low, the Alpha's sudden words made those deep blues glance up at him. Stopping now, she watched him closely. Naomi was taking in the way he acted, the way he spoke. She noted that he state his title. The sharpness in his voice said he wasn't playing around. In fact, he seemed quite worked up and Naomi wondered if he was a more sane replica of her Uncle. While that should've been a sickening feeling, it wasn't. Fear, with not much to live for, was absent still. The Alpha wouldn't scare Naomi, that she promised herself. Cowering before him was throwing away all which had formed from earlier. Instead of saying anything, she bent her head a bit lower and growled quietly. A small dome turned slowly, looking for a hiding lupine.
Speaking and moving again, Naomi slinked forward after him. Still her skin prickled and adrenaline began running through her. What would happen in these next coming moments as Alpha went more into the ruins, searching out the other lupine and perhaps soon to be prey? Another call to this lupine and Naomi glanced at him. "They aren't going to show themselves, Alpha." It was a fact, a statement. Annoyance clawed at her mind. This unknown lupine seemed to have thrown Alpha into quite the angered state, though Naomi could see the amusement scribbled across his face. A small smirk was brief on her lips as she continued watching, looking from a distance in those dark shadows.
What Naomi didn't grasp was that Alpha wanted something out of this. This wouldn't be a throwing out of any kind. It would be a killer, a murder, or something lustful. Nothing out of new for herself. Blood didn't bother her anymore. Seeing rotting, decaying pups was enough for her to get over death and murder. Naomi just didn't take the activity of doing so in her own paws, most of the time. Killing for food was one thing, but killing another lupine hadn't been a task she was forced to complete again. Intrigued, Naomi wondered if she was seeing a dark side to this Alpha and wanted full to engross herself with it.
The ruins seemed to be a frequent place for Vega now, for often she seemed to awake and locate herself within their pathetic cradle. These lands were nothing spectacular, nothing worth her while in the slightest; yet some unknown demon continued to drag her flesh back here. Perhaps there was a certain meaning to these lands? A snarl escaped the female's maw, one that nearly made her appear rabid. Stale wind whispered through the ruins, gently caressing her ebony hued pelt. Anxiety began to swell beneath her flesh as the strands of hair moved and danced against each other. It seemed that as of late, Vega had hardly been tuned in with reality. She had hardly even been within the confines of this reality; could life really only be this? The femme was rather uncertain anymore. Anxiety, anger, and paranoia were the only stabilizers that she was offered; and they proved not to be very useful.
Mutate me and breed yourself a savior
The voices of another caught her ears, they perked and flickered slightly. 'Who dares interrupt us?' Once more a grumbling snarl escaped from deep within the female's chest. Paws carried her clumsily around the ruins, her body was slowly giving away, falling apart; yet, there was still enough strength within herself for a fight. Vega always had the ability to fight, it was something that was deeply bred within herself. Tail whipped behind the femme rapidly, eagerly accepting the potential challenge that the brute's words brought to her. 'So he thinks this little game won't work so well for us - well damn him for believing - what a fool!' Glassy orbs rolled around within her skull, casting their golden hues in a multitude of directions. It was gone. Whatever small thread had been holding her so tightly to reality seemed to have broken, and now all that was left was mostly created within her mind. The land seemed to shift before her very eyes, loud malicious laughter rang within her auds. The female's own stubbornness would not allow her to accept that perhaps anything she saw or heard was not real.
I could not kill the dead man screaming
Her features whipped around a bend in the ruins, and she stepped rather close to the large brute who had spoken not so long before. A smirk was placed quite devilishly upon her face and with the glazed over look on her eyes, one could hardly be sure if she was truly even looking at the brute. Lazily she extended her paws forward so they brushed the other's and a casual stretch was offered. The femme turned her muzzle up towards Vorilye's face taking in his scent for a moment before laughter sputtered from her face. "You're the pathetic fool who was speaking? The one who commanded all to step before you?" Her laughter rang out in a higher tone now; her tail continued to wag eagerly behind her.
OoC| I know it sucks but meh.
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2012 11:15:56 GMT -5 by Deleted
While Naomi nagged at him that whomever was nestled in the ruins did not intend to make an appearance, he growled irritably back at her. Vorilye did not enunciate any words; he simply wanted her to be quiet so that he could continue to listen for any indication of the wolf. Wolves this far into the territory were likely tenants of Kamari, and they were the wolves that he wanted out. The rustling of a wolf approaching was indication that his words had, in fact, stirred the strange wolf out of his hiding place.
Or rather, it was her hiding place.
"You were saying?" the black and gold male directed pointedly to his traveling companion. The brute would not have left without the intruder showing herself, and she had simply made it easier for him in the long run. Now, he would not have to ferret through the rubble in hopes of digging up the most recent scent trail. She had come directly to him.
"Femme, these lands are claimed by the Descai Pack. If you do not wish to join and you wish to survive, then you will vacate in a timely manner," he instructed her, his golden eyes locked on the seemingly unstable wolf before him. The way her eyes looked... It nearly gave Vorilye the creeps, and that took a lot of work. The pure black female did not seem happy with their presence, though her dislike would do little to stop the alpha male. He had rightfully conquered this territory with the death of its alphess, and so he had every right to be here. She was the one who was intruding. "And if you associated yourself with Akihra, then you best run fast," he added with a smirk.
"You best learn some manners, femme. It is not wise to address someone who is obviously larger than yourself in such a manner," he spat at the wolf, thoroughly angered by her insinuation that he was not, in fact, the greatest wolf in Anikira. He had managed to conquer this territory, had he not? That put him a step ahead of most of these wolves. He was slowly climbing toward greatness, and those who refused to climb with him would ultimately fall. "Know your place. It certainly is not above me."
The alpha's eyes flashed with anger as he snarled at the defiant female. She was going to cause her own death if she did not take care. Wolves who challenged the brute so openly merely signed their own death warrants. Vorilye did not take well to opposition, particularly opposition of a scrawny wolf such as this one. She had no right to challenge his authority, and everything, even down to her body language, indicated that that was the end result she aimed for.
Vorilye took virtually no notice to Naomi at this point. The brute's hackles rose and he crouched in anticipation, prepared to spring at the femme with the slightest snarky comment on her behalf. He was being charitable enough to allow her a second chance after her stupid comment. "If you wish to live, then you will rescind your statement and leave. I will allow you to walk away just this one time. Beyond that, your blood is mine," he snarled, golden eyes flashing red in the face of his potential kill.
The alpha was being generous in this instance. Many others would have sprung at the femme the instant she made such an insidious comment toward the alpha male of the territory. Vorilye did not know why he was allowing her a second chance; he had been out for blood. But something inside him wanted to give her the opportunity to run, so that he would have the satisfaction of the chase. Either way, the black female was dead in his eyes. Whether he had to chase her down and kill her was yet to be seen, but he wanted to at least offer her a legitimate escape before he wasted her. That was what a merciful alpha would do... Right?
Count | 680 words Muse | Good. Tags | Naomi, Vega Notes | Interesting mood he's in.
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2012 14:08:11 GMT -5 by Vorilye
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
"Nothing." She countered. Naomi, not in the least offended, didn't say another word to the Alpha. Instead, she watched for the incoming lupine. Or wondered if they would have to go out and chase it. Crouching low, those deep blues scanned over and over. However, it didn't take long for the ebony lupine to stroll from the woods. She went unafraid of the Alpha, surely setting him off in all the wrong ways. Naomi did nothing to show any emotion. It was this femme's fault for acting like such a mongrel, a idiot on someone elses land. She felt no pity for her, doubting the Alpha would let her go unscathed. Her words were quite icy and Naomi recognized the look in her orbs. The look of having lost touch with all reality. Her Uncle wore that look for many years and had she not been dutiful, Naomi may have attacked the lupine herself. The burning feeling of anger simmered in her stomach, burning away any passion.
Vor, Alpha, seemed unfazed by all her speaking and instead seemed to read the rules he laid before her. She didn't have many options and Naomi could guess that the outcome wouldn't be very pretty. Oh well. Least the brute gets the blood he wants. She thought to herself, keeping her eyes on the femme at all times. Naomi figured the brute would handle himself well, being much larger than the scrawny lupine. However, if there was others or if something happened, she wasn't going to be caught off guard. She had some else to protect now, she remained herself. It was quite clear now that the Alpha wasn't going to put up with someone undermining him in such a way. She didn't blame him. You didn't get respect letting others walk all over you. Hadn't that been the reason Naomi had learned to right? Indeed. I'd rather die with pride and dignity than anything else.
A deep breath was pulled in her lungs, taking in the smell of the other lupine. She smelled nothing of the pack, but ousider things. Naomi then wondered if her smell had changed since she had been here. Surely it had altered just a bit, if anything. In her mind, she chuckled. A death could be happening right before her and she was thinking of how she smelled. Kill her already, Alpha. Slaughter her here and let's get a move on. Naomi, reigning herself in, bit back her words and swallowed them. Her words wouldn't urge the Alpha to hurry and her waiting had little to do with himself. So instead, she took a few steps forward in a stalking manor and waited. Waited for any command to come from the Alpha's maw.
Hackles raised momentarily, flaring up like a minor irritation upon the canine's flesh. Lips curled upward, revealing the blood-stained incisors that welcome the kill that she craved. The murder that the femme desired but would certainly not be receiving here. Tension grew within the ebonite female's frame, causing claws to up heave small piles of dirt with their flexing. 'Does he want to attempt to bring us down?' Laughter exploded from her face once more, a regular routine for the femme by now. Vega was not stupid, nor was she intending this encounter to be her last; yet, the monsters growing inside had began to consume every aspect of her life. No longer would the femme be able to partially decipher reality from the dancing grimaces that poured out before her. Perhaps had she been able to diminish these devils, maybe the femme would have survived til a natural death overcame her. Whatever deity was in control had other plans for this femme though and they did not involve a painless way to die.
The pain inside me that will never die
Venom nearly dripped from the fangs gleaming so devilishly before the Alpha brute who stood before her. Within her mind the brute was merely a whelp, and the other female did not seem to exist. "Punish you," the femme mumbled in words that were nearly foreign to her own mouth, "Punish us." Her skull began rolling loosely between shoulder blades that appeared to barely be able to support it. Insanity had finally consumed the female completely. The one aspect of her life that seemed to give her direction and purpose. A cold chill swung across her pelt, making the femme shy away from the brute for a mere moment, whether the chill was real or not the femme would never be able to know. Her ears did not quiver in the slightest at the brute's words, yet distantly the female took them in. Knees quivered, not in fear, but in her body's own natural response to the stress being inflicted to it. Surely by now Vega no longer remembered the wound she had suffered from since she was a whelp. The knee that had always been a bit of a weakness for her, such an embarrassment when she was a child.
The pain inside me that will never die
Maybe if she had not been overcome with failure her father would not have done what he had; yet, the agonizing future was her own creation. The femme did not even realize that no longer did she have a name, a personality, a reality. All she could comprehend was that the puppy standing before her, would be punished. Slowly, paws carried her forward, lips formed a sneering smile at the brute. "Don't be such a foolish pup," the femme licked the brute's cheek with a harsh bump that was nearly a headbutt. "Obviously you know not how to respect authority," the femme scoffed at the brute before her. "You know not who we are?" Yellow orbs darted next to the femme quickly, as if indicating that there were others surrounding her. Sadly, Vega stood alone and weak before the large brute. At last the ebony femme seemed to notice Naomi. "Fly away bird, you were never wanted to begin with," the female's tongue lolled from the side of her muzzle, making her previously slurred speech quite more difficult to understand.
The pain inside me that will never die
A skip away from the two creatures turned into a near wipe out for the loner. The ground beneath her deep hued paws appeared to be melting away, if it was even there to begin with. The femme cast a blind glance back towards the other wolves, nearly indicating for them to follow her. Not like the female would have any purpose or destination for leading them anywhere. "Silly, trying to trick us," the femme giggled lightheartedly, obviously taking the Alpha's words to be quite the joke. 'Why they tease us - what ever did we do?' Emptiness swallowed the femme whole, not having time to spit her back out. Holding her hostage for the cruel slaughter she was begging to experience.
As the female flared threateningly at the alpha brute, a snarl rippled past his lips, threatening the wolf to make even the slightest motion toward him in aggression. She started to mumble about punishing him, and that was the breaking point. Her sharp fangs were bared in his direction; he would not tolerate such action toward a wolf of his status. Vorilye had already made his mind up about wasting the femme, but this simply made it easier for him. While he relished the chase, it seemed he would not be given the honor of stalking his prey. She was not backing down; in fact, she seemed to be growing more insane by the second. Even the black and gold alpha was a little taken back by the female. What wolf would stare down another of their kind that was nearly twice their size and yet not cower in the least?
Had she been remotely submissive to him, Vorilye might have considered adding her to his collection. And yet here she was, begging for death silently. A smirk graced the wolf's beautiful face, recognizing the call of her blood to him. She would be a delicious treat for him, and her blood would claim this land even further as his. How could she seem so calm, or rather, deranged, in the face of death? Most wolves would fear seeing Vorilye coming toward them, and yet she acted as if he was not even there. Hopefully she was not diseased... The brute shuddered.
"My authority is supreme here, bitch," he sneered at the femme as she rambled on about respecting authority and calling her a pup. That was the final string for the brute. With a snarl ripping past his lips, the brute lunged at the smaller wolf, tackling her to the ground in fury. She almost did not seem to notice; there was no fight back from her. The brute reared up on his hind legs, bringing his paws down rapidly against the femme's skull. The resounding thud from her head bashing against the earth was sickening, and yet she was both still conscious and still giggling. It was creepy to the utmost standard, and the brute continued to lash out against her.
A flurry of claws rushed through the air, tearing at the femme's coat and slashing into it. Large gashes appeared along her shoulders and back, and the brute salivated as hot, red blood rushed to the surface, saturating her dark coat in a blink. This only fueled the brute's tirade, and the alpha male allowed his fangs to join in the dance as he sunk them into the femme's throat, relishing in the gush of blood that rushed from the femme's jugular vein and down his throat. Drawing away from her throat, he snapped at her legs and back, ensuring that the femme was not going to rise from this attack. He panted heavily, a frothy red mixture of blood and saliva coating the edges of his mouth.
The alpha turned, spying Naomi not far from him and backed up a step or two. He needed to calm down before doing anything else; he was cautious in being so close to another wolf. Until he regained complete control, he did not want to risk lashing out against the red femme. The black wolf's body laid discarded and forgotten under his feet as his golden eyes met Naomi's blues. He dipped his head slightly in apology as he back away a few more paces, his breath heavy and uneven from the blood lust. While he relished the kill, he did not want to frighten away the newest member of his pack. After all, if she decided to take off, he would have not choice but to kill her as well...
Count | 640 words Muse | So-so. Tags | Naomi, Vega Notes | Eh, not my best.
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2012 12:23:32 GMT -5 by Vorilye
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
Naomi stared, her breathing beginning to pick up as she watched the entire scene continue to play out. The black hellion seemed to be asking for death and without a doubt, Alpha would hand it to her on a silver platter. As Naomi continued to view, it seemed the black lupine was slowly getting drug down in the dark, murky depths of insanity and it seemed she had no strength to pull herself out. Call her bitter, but Naomi figured if she was killed it would be for the better. The black femme seemed gone with the wind, as one might say. The ebony she-wolf now began talking as if there was a soul next to her. All that remained was empty air and her darkened shadow. Naomi hoped if she ever got like that, her death would be taken in consideration and she would be killed quickly. Her orbs seemed to land on Naomi, for once, and she spoke of her being a bird. These words didn't do a thing to her as she continued staring.
What hell was wrong with this lupine? Naomi wanted to shudder, but refrained from her moving her stance in the slightly. Unpredictability had become this lupine's best friend and she wasn't going to get caught off guard. Those blue orbs noted when the thing would touch Alpha. Those legs were ready to spring if she tried to take a bite out of Alpha when he wasn't prepared, though she doubted that it was like that. Alpha surely saw what Naomi saw. The insanity leaked out of the lupine, causing the air to reek and for Naomi to growl deeply. "Disgusting." She snarled before edging a bit closer to get more of a view of the femme. Next came Alpha's words and then the fury of flesh and fur as he began ripping her apart. Bones were cracked and the sound rang sharply in her audits which twitched as she refused to look away from the macabre and violence.
In what seemed like seconds, the black femme was stained with red and seemingly limp. No fight had come from her. Only the sick giggling sound that made Naomi never want hear laughter again. That laughter was sick, like the Devil embracing death with the flashing of bloody teeth. Not able to help it, Naomi stood a bit more straight now. Those slender limbs were locked as she viewed upon the kill that had taken place. Not much remained of the body, unable to place it all back together. It was a broken glass mirror that shattered out of life. Slowly, her orbs flickered from the kill to Alpha as he looked at her, staring at her with those wild eyes. While she wasn't afraid, Naomi surely wasn't sure how she thought about him.
His dome was dripped meaning to say sorry, Noami assumed. But what did he do wrong to say sorry? She didn't bother to ask questions as her eyes narrowed more on the bloody smell on his maw. Spit seemed to coat his all around his mouth, as well. Her lip was pulled up with disgust before she noticed his backing away. Would he kill her too, if she spoke the wrong words? Was his wrath strong enough to take away the sanity? "Go calm down, Alpha. I'll take care of the body." Her words, while cold, were tender enough. Naomi's orbs flickered to the body. She'd drag the now rotting carcass away from here, perhaps bury it or leave it in a valley. Her outlook on Alpha hadn't changed much, though she knew the damage he could cause now. Naomi figured she would start gaining more weight on her flighty form. If he ever decided to come after her at a time like this, Naomi would need some meat to protect her bones and muscles to aid her in the battle back because she knew she wouldn't leave this earth willingly, not without a fight.
Count | 684 Words Muse | Pretty good. Tags | Vega, Vor Notes | Eh, Sorry for a lacking post.
Laughter would not stop exploding from the female's maw, despite the inevitable outcome that she could not foresee. Stars were dancing everywhere, 'It must be night time for us - it would be the best place for us - moron!' Blood poured across her vision, casting what reality she had to dissipate. The female closed her optics tightly, more to natural reaction than to a response to the large brute tearing at her flesh. Head bounced off the ground, a hollow drum beat echoing within her ears. It seemed to tickle as the physical contact between the brute and herself continued. 'It's playing with us!' Mind numbed, voices dissipated rapidly. The sensation of being surrounded with the voices disappeared. All that was left within the skull was a severely damaged brain, thoughts of her own and the others were vacant. Only the sensation of the brute pressing himself against her, which in her dreary reality was much more romantic than the true events occurring. Vega had never felt such physical contact by another before, it felt nearly reassuring.
Night fell over the female, eagerly taking her away from the pleasant dream. Her figurine had went into shock so quickly that pain was nearly nonexistent. All that surrounded the female was darkness, she was now death itself, night. Skull cracked. Grey began draining itself from her skull, thankful for the freedom and oxygen it was gaining. Heart stopped, and with one last weak exhale, all air was leaving her body. The ebonite female had enjoyed her last moments, believing in her own craze that someone was genuinely offering her affection. It was a strange switch from her overflowing rage, yet physical contact was so silently craved by the female. It had been a strange life, sharing her body with so many other personas. Alas! Now the female could finally be free. No longer was she restrained to the body that had hindered her so, no longer would others control everything within the female. At last, the femme was home. Where she belonged.
Vega dead.
OoC| Short sweet and to the point. Haha.
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2012 23:50:28 GMT -5 by Deleted
