Humbled and Pleading[Joining Thread]

[vogel]

Splash, splash, splash. Vogel dismissed the Ryala pack just a week earlier believing their close ties to be nothing but weakness and headed down south to greener pastures. After a horrid attempt to journey to I'queyer he was forced back to Occasus starving and ashamed. The Ryala pack ironically being the only thing that could save him from perspiring out in the cruel wilderness. Unfortunately for the formerly proud wolf his forsaken journey had taken a turn from bad to worse, in his haste to make it back to Occasus he attempted to cross the great Aughar river. A desperate and foolish move a choice he was now paying the price for as the rapids carried the weak male down stream. He paddled frantically but his struggling got him no where, the rapids proving to be to much for him or any wolf for that matter. He went down for the fourth and what he thought to be last time, he could no longer form coherent thoughts his brain going mad with the vain hope of survival. And finally fortune smiled on him; his four paws hit a boulder on the edge of the river. The unexpected impact rattled him and the rushing water pinned him down, but he eventually clawed his way to the surface. He collapsed on nice solid ground the rocks weren't exactly comfortable but they were a nice change of pace when compared to rushing water. His heart rate dropped and the shock from almost dying eventually faded away allowing him to push himself upright on wobbly legs. He finally made it to Occasus About time too he was tired and hungry and desperately looked forward to joining with these wolves, if they would have him of course. He shook himself bending his fore legs low shaking off all the water soaked into his fur. He made his way into the buffer zone of the Ryala confident he would find acceptance in this pack. Vogel's tongue dropped from his mouth jumping up and down as he prodded along. He made it far enough into the buffer he could smell the scent of urine in the air, there was quite a few different urine markings but one constant obviously the alpha. He took on a more submissive demeanor which wouldn't be to hard to achieve in his current state. He let out a loud alerting howl to signal his entry into their territory hopefully demonstrating his intention to do no harm. He trekked slowly letting out a howl here and their waiting for an alpha to arrive.

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[atrb=background,http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/1830/rasmid.png] The Alpha had been slightly lost in his own mind, patrolling once again. It seemed that life was so overwhelmingly busy in the past few weeks, he had to do almost everything himself. He needed hunters, other bodies to aid him in protecting their home. That is assuming that wolves even still included this as their home. Strength had grown within the brute from his hard work, now definition was easily visible underneath his pelt. Rasalas was proud of the new strength he had attained from all of this hard work, certainly others would see this as well. A stern grin was settled upon his features as his patrol of the river came around once more, the sun's rays casting a comforting warmth over his figurine. The brute assumed this would be just one more lonely day, after all it must have been a coincidence that Anubis and the other wolves stumbled upon his pack. It would certainly be quite some time before another did; a summoning howl crossed his auds. Rasalas could not disguise the joy swelling within his soul, 'Someone actually requests my attention,' the brute gave a small hop of excitement before increasing his pace to a brief run for a moment. After all, the song hadn't been far too ahead of himself. Part of Rasalas' excitement was due to actually being summoned by another, it seemed that until recently others had not been calling for him. They had simply stomped all over his terrain, used his land for their own purposes. The red brute was confident that this would not be happening anymore. This pack would grow in size and power, enough so that none of them had to worry about invaders. It would be comforting for all of them to feel safe in their dens at night. Assuming that they actually joined and stayed within the dens. A golden gaze finally settled upon the deep hued creature that had summoned him, pace slowed to a walk. The other brute did not look extremely healthy, in fact quite the opposite. An air of starvation swarmed around him, and the brute was totally drenched. Even beneath the warm sun the foreigner's pelt had yet to dry completely, Rasalas knew what this was a sign of. He gave a light nod in greeting, maintaining a constant look on the new brute; after all he could not completely trust the creature at this moment. "Greetings, I heard your call for me." his voice was friendly, a bit emotionless. "I am called Rasalas, and I am the Alpha of the pack that lives upon these lands." He was still uncertain as to how to greet newcomers, he hadn't had much practice yet. The brute shifted his weight upon weary paws. More questions crawled within his mind, yet he did not ask them; it seemed that the brute was a bit tongue-tied. After all, the creature before him was not exactly what one typically ran across in the desert. These types of wolves normally despised the heat and wanted nothing to do with a place that could reach such high temperatures as the Occasus. 'He could like hunting at night,' that was quite the possibility. At night the air settled itself into temperatures much more suitable to the breeds with their thick pelts from the North. "What do you call yourself?" the brute could not resist inquiring more into the stranger who appeared to be near death.

[vogel]

Vogel trudged on fatigued and and the water on his fur somehow made him feel even hotter. His paws became raw on the hot rocks under him, he cursed the whole Aughgar River region fervently. He thought about his life as he made his weary march, and it seemed to him he had nothing to show for himself. If he died out here he would have no legacy, nothing to be proud. He grew incredibly angry, he hated himself more than he hated his father. He had just become so weak all those years of mocking the dead and know he would join them in the prime of his life no less. He shook those thoughts from his head, self loathing would not help he would have plenty of time for that when he was safe or in the after life. What he needed to do now was focus on his survival. He laughed heartily a tinge of madness in his voice. His survival relied solely on finding the Ryala and begging them to show him mercy. By the ancestors what had he become? What if he couldn't find them? What if they turned him away? He knew the answer to those questions. Death plain and simple. Once again he had to force those thoughts from his mind and focus on finding the Ryala. 'You are Vogel damn it! You are strong and by that definition you will survive. Wolves like you don't just die!' With that pep talk he resolved to keep going no matter what. Even if the Ryala rejected him he would find a way like he always did.

He had just finished his melody of howls when he caught the scent of a wolf approaching not to far from where he was currently. He was filled with hope by this and quickened his pace. Normally he would stop to wonder if this wolf was apart of the Ryala pack or whether this wolf meant him harm, but the thought of actually making it out of this consumed him. He took in the scent again as if it alone was enough to keep him alive. He began running with purpose towards the wolf approaching him now anxiously awaiting the end of this misery.

Finally the scent had become a real wolf. The wolf announced himself as Rasalas and Alpha of Occasus. As Vogel stared at the Red Wolf in front of him he tried to hide the desperate look on his face. It is always harder to bargain when an Alpha knows you are weak. He steeled himself to approach the master of these lands and ask to live amongst his pack. He approached the Alpha slowly keeping his head down, but he remembered to keep a respectable distance. Up close he could see his golden and red fur perfectly, he had a very healthy coat. Vogel is taller and longer than the male before him but this Alpha had muscles Vogel only dreamed about. He seemed much bigger than he was with his imposing presence and the gait he carried himself with. He was a wolf Vogel aspired to be like, and look how far from it he had become. When he heard the Alpha request his name he smiled this meant he was interested in Vogel, if he wasn't he would have just ran him off. "My name is Vogel." His demeanor was submissive but he said his name with great pride. He looked up at the stocky brute before him regarding him for a moment. "I am weary from my travels Alpha let us not waste time with unnecessary rhetoric. You need wolves and I need a pack let us come to a agreement." He realized the tone he had taken was more demanding then humble. He quickly bowed himself low angering this Alpha was something he could not afford to do even in good health. "Help me...please." He said the words sincerely pleading with the powerful male before him. Not since he was a juvenile had his life rested solely on another wolfs level of mercy. It was humbling to say the least.

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[atrb=background,http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/1830/rasmid.png] The urge for caution was thick upon the air, especially when Rasalas saw the stranger rushing towards him. The damp brute did not seem to hold cruel intentions; yet, one could never be so certain. His golden eyes were focused, claws secretly ready to rip through flesh if it was necessary. The brute's features remained blank, strong and prepared. The deep hued canine was larger than himself, but it would seem he had more muscle to his stocky frame. 'That is not to say he is a poor fighter,' the red Alpha was intrigued by the entirety of this situation. It seemed that every day something new was happening. This was quite a welcome change compared to the monotony of everything before. His optics observed the brute with interest. This type of wolf typically did not reside in the desert, but he perhaps held a bit of an advantage. While the temperatures were significantly cooler at night he would be able to travel nearly unnoticed, his ebony pelt would blend with the air around him. This could prove to be quite the essential tool. 'If this brute can aid me in patrol or hunting,' Vogel had the Alpha's interest. Rasalas was attempting to strengthen himself, harden the soft exterior that had once existed. There had been a time when the brute wanted nothing more than to help everyone and everything. A part of it still existed as the brute would have a hard time turning down a disabled wolf, even if they would not be excessively useful to the pack. He knew the importance of family and a team. For a moment his mind took him elsewhere, back to the sunshine within the forest where he used to play with his sisters. There was a specific moment where he watched Adhara capture her first rabbit, the look of pure accomplishment dancing around within her eyes. Nothing could steal away those memories from him. The fact that they were gone had stung the poor brute; however, he managed to contain the sorrows that he had not overcome. Now others' lives were within his control, no longer was it only himself. Rasalas enjoyed the sense of purpose that pack life had brought him, but the change to Alpha had taken him a bit by surprise. Never had he expected that Aries would just vanish. With a gentle inhale the brute shoveled his mind clean, the newcomer must receive his fullest attention. It was only fair after all. "It is a pleasure, Vogel," Rasalas permitted his head to do a slight dip in greeting. Perhaps this was peculiar for an Alpha, but the brute was getting used to this situation gradually. Also, he acknowledged that the pack was not very strong. Should this foreigner wish to attack Rasalas would not really have anyone to call for. It would prove to be quite embarrassing. Once more he attempted to clear his mind - he was a good fighter, he could care for himself and the pack. Just not alone. Auds pulled back for a moment, his mind processing Vogel's words. They were not necessarily untrue, but Rasalas was displeased that word was spreading about Ryala's weakness. 'Maybe he is bluffing about knowledge on the weak pack?' He hoped this was the case otherwise their time may be shorter than first expected. His skull was held high as the brute began speaking once more, "What skills do you have? What can you offer the pack?" He scanned the creature noticeably, 'He could potentially be a good hunter,' Rasalas nodded as his mental note was taken. "We have many options to take as far as advancement goes within these lands, and we are able to utilize a wide variety of talents in the desert." A gentle grin crossed his features, the Alpha did not wish to startle his potential newest member. Besides, it would be beneficial to have a larger wolf in Ryala. Most of the canines were smaller than himself, which was saying something as Rasalas acknowledged he was not the largest wolf around. Some of the tension built up along his neck dissipated, this status was becoming a bit more natural to the brute.